Title: Past Life
Characters: Nathan!Sylar, Mohinder, mentions of ensemble
Parings: Mylar
Warnings: Slash, spoilers for the season finale
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N- This is really different from the last thing I posted here, so I'm a little nervous. Also, it's the first piece of slash that I've put up.
It was almost surprising how easy it had been to convince the president to let him give the operation another go. Building 26 had been re-outfitted as Company headquarters under Noah Bennet's watchful gaze. It had taken some convincing, but the combined efforts of Peter, Noah, and Nathan had gotten several of their friends to join the operation.
Matt had been easy; he was sure this was the best way to protect his son. Hiro, feeling useless without his powers, latched onto anything to give him some sense of self worth, and Ando had gone along with the wishes of his friend.
It was Mohinder who had put up the most fuss, but they needed his mind. He was the only person qualified to head up the Company's research division, but he didn't trust himself.
"I'm not going to risk going down that path again," Mohinder had said.
But eventually, he had come around.
Nathan had to hand it to Suresh, when he got into a project, he didn't let it go. It bordered on unhealthy really. This wasn't the first time the senator had witnessed the doctor sprawled on a couch in the corner of his new lab.
Before he fully realized what he was doing, Nathan had crept over to the sleeping geneticist. Staring down at Mohinder's prone form, he feels a flush of desire, mixing oddly with another train of thought informing him that he was straight.
Half remembered scenes tug at the edges of his subconscious, things he's sure never really happened. Mohinder's face from behind a screen door, smiling. Mohinder's body and lips pressed against his own. Mohinder, furious, with a gun pointed at his head.
Nathan knew none of these things ever happened, and yet… they felt like memories. It's had been happening a lot lately. Almost as if there was a whole other existence inside him, trying to get out.
He crouched, ran a finger along Mohinder's jaw.
"Who am I?" Nathan whispered, not sure if he was asking himself, Suresh, or the darkness.