This is my own potential plot for the series of Heroes. I love the character of Sylar, and I really wish they would give him a romantic interest again, although I really didn't like either of the two previous ones that much. This is my take on what I think would be a cool storyline to go with for Sylar, but obviously I'm not a professional writer. Still, it is my first attempt at a serial, so revisions and reviews are helpful.
Cast of Characters (or who I imagine when I write them)
Sylar- Zach Quinto (duh!)
Bryce-Bradley Cooper
Josiane-undecided
The morning sunlight came filtering in through the blinds illuminating the two people curled against each other, their naked bodies half covered by the pristine white sheets. On the right side of the bed, facing the window, where she always slept, the woman's tawdry brown hair still looked a mess after their late night seduction. The man next to her, her husband, had just gotten home from a business trip last night after two weeks away and she had been sure to make him glad to be home.
Finally she cracked her eyelid as the sun's brightness made it impossible to sleep any longer. She looked over her husband's shoulder and saw the clock read 8:34AM. It was a Friday, but after his long business trip, Bryce didn't have to go into today and with weekends off he was free to sleep in until she got home tonight. Rolling her eyes at the thought that he probably would, she rolled over with a groan and strolled naked into the bathroom. She had to be at work by 9:30AM and it was at least a 20 minute drive, maybe more on a Friday.
Not bothering to shut the door behind her, she heard his low groan followed by the words, "You up?"
She smiled, "Yeah, silly, some of us still have to go into work today." She looked in the mirror and inwardly lamented the state of her hair, trying to run her fingers through it before she hopped in the shower.
"Well," he said in a mock defensive tone, still curled on the bed, "Some of us had to work double what we usually would for two weeks in order to bring home bacon for our trophy wives."
Her head popped out from behind the doorframe and she looked at him, "Am I really a trophy wife?" she asked playfully.
His eyes opened at the inquiry and he smiled at her, "Oh yes, I'm afraid so," he told her.
"Hmm…" she furrowed her brow, "That's disappointing. Here I was thinking you married me for my brains."
He chuckled from the bed as she grabbed her robe from behind the door and put it on.
"Your brains were part of it, I will admit, amongst… other things…." His voice trailed off suggestively.
She walked over to the bed quickly and grabbed a pillow to hit him with. He caught it easily and pulled it towards him, causing her to topple over on top of him, laughing. He rolled her over so that she was underneath him and smiled. "Where's my good morning kiss?" he asked.
"It's waiting for you after you've brushed your teeth and done something about that morning breath," she teased.
He wrapped his arms tightly around her, "I guess I'll just have to settle for a good morning hug then, huh?" he asked, burying his face in her shoulder as he spoke.
"Yep," she told him, still laughing, but she stopped when she felt his lips on her neck.
"I guess this could count as a good morning kiss," he murmured in a husky tone against her skin.
She looked at the clock again, hoping somehow time might have stopped so she could take this moment slow, 8:45AM. Dammit, there was no time!
"Sorry love," she kicked him playfully and reluctantly rolled out from under him, "I have to take my shower now or I'll never get to work on time." Her hands tightened the robe's cord around her waist as she headed back into the bathroom.
Bryce let his head fall back against a pillow dramatically and put both hands behind it as he stared up at the ceiling. "Why don't you just tell your boss you're sick and take the weekend off early?" he suggested hopefully.
"Because," she told him from behind the door which she left cracked while she turned on the shower, "Your father would know the real reason behind it, or do you think he wouldn't remember that you just got home from your trip last night?"
"That man is so desperate for a grandchild he wouldn't even care," Bryce called to her over the noise of the shower, "He'd probably be glad for us practicing."
She shed the robe and stepped inside, "Did you tell your dad we're trying?" she asked loudly.
"Nope," he called back and unbeknownst to her, rolled out of bed to come in the bathroom too.
She didn't hear him as she lathered up her hair with shampoo and rinsed it out. Meanwhile on the other side of the curtain Bryce used the bathroom and when he was done, instead of flushing, he grinned as he thought of something.
"Hey!" he yelled, popping his head inside the shower with her. She screamed and the bar of soap she had been holding flew out of her hand and she clutched her hands to her chest, feeling her heart as he laughed.
"Sorry, I couldn't resist," he said.
"I should slap you right now," she warned him, bending over to pick up the soap. His eyes followed her moves hungrily.
"Yes, you could, but then you wouldn't get the continuation of that good morning kiss," he taunted her and pulled the curtain aside enough to step in after her.
"I'll never get to work on time at this rate," she warned him, but her smile betrayed her.
His hands tangled themselves in her sudsy hair and massaged her scalp, "Well, we're saving time this way," he suggested, and pulled her close to him for that kiss.
It was too much to pull away from this time, and she relented and leaned into him, relishing the feel of his warm chest against her own as his lips tangled with hers. "Okay," she agreed when he pulled away, feeling a little disoriented, "But you have to be the one to explain things to your father when he finds out."
"Deal," he said instantly, and wrapped his arms around her slippery body, "Now where were we?"
It took 40 minutes for them to finish their shower and eat a rushed breakfast before getting on the road. Bryce had a few things to do in his office and despite Josi's protests that he should stay home even without her, he donned his suit and climbed in the mini-suburban after her. As the garage door swung open and she pulled out of the driveway he tucked a stray tuft of hair behind her ear.
"You look beautiful," he told her, admiring how the sun shone on her hair and brought out the red in it. He couldn't see her eyes from behind those ridiculously huge sunglasses she insisted on wearing as she looked at him with an embarrassed smile, but he knew they would be shining that brilliant green at him if he could see them.
Once she pulled onto the highway it was a ten minute stretch and he reached over to hold her hand affectionately. He stared out the window deep in thought as she concentrated on the road, and his thoughts weren't interrupted until five minutes in when she asked him, "Do you think your father suspects that we're trying?"
He was taken aback by the question, and looked over at her, "That's the second time you asked about him knowing. Is there something wrong if he did?"
"No, no," she said quickly, "It's just that… well, this is kind of a private thing between us, and since we've been trying for a few months now with no luck, I just don't want to feel like someone else is looking at me with some sense of expectation."
"Hold on, do you think I look at you like that?"
"No!" she told him hurriedly, clearly agitated that he could think so, "It's just that, well, you know how your father is. If it looked like there might be problems with us conceiving, I just would like to prolong him knowing about it for as long as possible. That's really the last thing I would want him trying to talk to me about at work."
"Josi," her husband sounded concerned, "I don't think he knows, and even if he does, it's none of his business until we choose to make it his business, okay?"
"Yeah," she replied, distracted now with taking the correct exit and merging.
A few moments passed without them speaking as she pulled into the right lane and glanced over at him.
"There's nothing wrong with you if we can't you know."
Her hands clenched the steering wheel a bit tighter, "You don't know that."
"Yes, I do," he said, shifting in his seat so he could lean closer to her, "If there is a problem with why we're not pregnant yet, I don't want either of us to feel like someone is to blame."
The clicking of the signal being turned on was the only sound in the car for a minute.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, fine," she told him, checking the oncoming traffic before she turned on the proper street leading to the office.
Bryce Howitzer's family came from old money. His grandfather's grandfather had built a company from the ground up in the 1870s and it had grown into the huge monstrous building whose parking garage she turned into now. The 76 story colossus was one of the busiest offices in Los Angeles, but Bryce had been born into this family, and frankly, he was good at it. The knack for reading people and somehow knowing who to trust and who not to trust proved that he had been bred well for this life. They had met through a group of mutual friends a few years ago at a bar and he first bought her a drink. He'd liked her smile and the way her purple dress had showed off her flawless figure, and she'd liked his turquoise coloured eyes and the fact that he made her laugh.
They'd been married for 2 years now, and only started trying to get pregnant six months ago. Before getting married Bryce had referred her to his father as a potential secretary and from that she got a substantial pay increase and he got to see her on a daily basis. It had been a whirlwind romance, they ate lunch together every day in one of the vacant boardrooms and he had proposed after 10 months. A lavish beach ceremony in Malibu had followed and they settled comfortably in a two-story ranch his father bought for them in Santa Monica. Bryce had two sisters, but both of them were still in college and he had always been the favourite.
Josiane had come from a standard home. She grew up in a suburban household near San Diego with a physician for a father and a teacher for a mother. She had one older brother, Tom, who was already married with a daughter and #2 on the way. Josi had always wanted kids, it was in her nature to mother people, Bryce included, but he was equally excited about having a baby. They hadn't done too much yet other than going off the birth control. Their friends had told them it was normal for a woman to have some time before she could get pregnant with waiting for all the hormones to flush out of her system. Still, six months was a long time….
They pulled into one of the executive parking spaces and she reached for the door handle before he stopped her.
"Josi."
She turned to him, her eyes were hidden behind the sunglasses, but he needed to see them to know what was going on inside her head. He pulled them away from her face and saw the look she gave him, and knew they were in trouble.
"Listen, baby," he started, and ran his hand nervously through his tousled dirty blond hair. "I know this can be a lot to deal with right now, but I think we're going to be fine, okay? Plenty of people have to try for awhile before it happens for them, so I still think we're in the norm here."
He reached over her and pulled shut the already half open door. "I love you Josi, and no matter if we have 10 kids or no kids, I will still want to be with you."
She smiled at that, and he pulled her face closer to his, "You are perfect," he whispered in her ear as he softly kissed her cheek, "Don't ever think differently." He pressed his forehead against her own and waited for her to smile again.
"I'm sorry I'm being so weird about this," she apologized.
"Don't be, it's understandable," he told her comfortingly, and kissed her nose before pulling away. They sat there for a second before he remembered something he meant to do and jumped out of the car.
Before she could even register that he had gone he was at her door and opened it for her, "After you, my dear," he invited her with a sweep of his hand.
She laughed despite herself and hopped down, reaching under the seat to grab her purse before kissing him in thanks. He shut the door as he pulled her closer and heard the beep as she pressed the lock mechanism on the car remote. He smiled against her lips.
Her hands wove into his hair and mussed it up some more before she pulled away breathless. "Whew, okay, let's save that for more practice tonight, shall we?" she suggested, and he barked out a laugh as his arm found its way around her waist and they walked towards the elevator together. A quick glance at her watch told her the time was 10:05AM, so she was only 35 minutes late. Given that she was coming in on the arm of the chief executive's son, she hoped that would be enough to spare her the nasty looks of most people in the building, but overall, she thought considering the circumstances they had done pretty well with themselves. Not bad, she told herself, Not bad at all.
She tried to put out of her mind the uncertainties of the future and instead concentrate on what she had to do today, and on the fact that she wanted to make sure she was not in the room when Bryce tried to invent an excuse to his father for why she was late. More importantly though, she was looking forward to tonight where they could finally be alone together to with nowhere else to be the next morning. Maybe a relaxing weekend at home could be what they both needed to get their minds off of the weighty question of fertility right now. As they took the elevator up, she inwardly made an inventory of what they had in the kitchen to make for dinner tonight. Maybe they could go up on the upstairs patio and watch that eclipse tomorrow. Anything to make her stop thinking about babies and pregnancies, for now at least.