Title: Unexpected

Author: Kinata Rin

Fandom: Heroes

Pairing: Sylar/Mohinder

Rating: PG-13 (Violence/Rape/Language/Romance/Mpreg)

Summary: Sylar saves Mohinder, but why?

Disclaimer: I don't own it! Never will! Wish I did, but I don't!

Author's Note: Meow! I really love this pairing! Er… funny story of how I started writing this story. I was in a minor car accident and came home that night and started writing my first Mylar fic. This was the result. Enjoy!

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UNEXPECTED

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Chapter 1: Visions

Sylar closed his eyes and shook his head. Ever since he'd killed the painter, Isaac Mendez, and absorbed his ability, he had begun having strange blackouts. He thought at first they were visions, but this was different. He had had visions before, but never like this. Splitting headaches and nausea. He sighed and sat down.

"Maybe its punishment…" He said to himself softly. "My head is killing me." He groaned. Then as if the punishment was continuing, his phone rang. His enhanced hearing intensified this sound to an extreme degree causing Sylar to growl in pain. He stood up and ran to pick it up. He sighed. "Hello." There was no reply. "Who the fuck is this?"

"S…Sylar…" The voice said softly in a low hoarse whisper. The line went dead. Sylar stood there wondering. The voice sounded familiar. His eyes shot to the window. It was dark. Then he looked at the caller Id, then to what he'd just painted.

"Mohinder?"

The geneticist hated Sylar. Why had he called him? What could have happened to make him call him?

"Why am I worrying about him?" Sylar asked aloud to himself. He looked out his window and unconsciously ran his fingers over the window seal. He then turned, grabbed his coat and headed out the door.

It was dark as Sylar walked. He bit his lip in a nervous tension. Why did Mohinder keep coming to mind?

"Dammit!" Sylar cursed himself as he turned down an ally way. His ears perked as he picked up movement further down the ally. He slowed his pace and peered cautiously into the darkness. There was a scream that pierced through the silence. Someone was being attacked. He walked further into the light then gasped. This person wasn't just being attacked they were being raped. Without thinking Sylar stepped forward. The assailant stopped and stood up. The man was drunk and stumbling toward Sylar. The person lifted a gun and aimed it at Sylar.

"Get back!" The man yelled. Sylar grinned as a familiar rush pulsed through him. The man yelled again and placed his finger on the trigger. Sylar flicked his hand and the gun went flying. The man stumbled back. "Who are you?" Sylar smirked.

"The last face you'll ever see…" In mere seconds the man was dead. Sylar sighed and walked around the body to check on the man's victim. He knelled down and gasped. Only now did he realize what had brought him here. "Mohinder…" The geneticist opened his eyes and tried to back away, but failed.

"Sylar…" His voice cracked as he spoke. Sylar put his finger to the other's lips.

"Be quiet, I'm getting you out of here." He said as he picked up Mohinder and lifted him onto him back. He groaned.

"Did you…?" He asked as he looked down at the dead body. "Why? Why did you help me?"

"I don't know." Sylar replied. "Just stay quiet until we get you somewhere."

Once at his apartment, Sylar laid Mohinder down on the couch. Somewhere during the walk, the geneticist had passed out. Sylar got a towel and wet it. He then walked over to Mohinder and began cleansing his wounds. After a moment he stopped.

"What am I doing?" He asked himself. Sylar sighed and stared at Mohinder for a moment. He slept peacefully. "Why did I save you?" Sylar stood and grabbed a blanket, then proceeded to cover Mohinder up. "Maybe…" Sylar shook his head, walked into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. It was going to be a long night.

Mohinder groaned at the pain that filled his body as he opened his eyes. He sat up, much to his discomfort, and looked around. He closed his eyes and recalled the event of the previous night.

"Sylar." Yes Sylar had saved him from his rapist and brought him here. He looked around again and sighed. But where was Sylar now?

"So, you're awake." A voice said from behind. Mohinder turned to see Sylar standing there with a cup of coffee. Mohinder nodded. Sylar nodded back and threw him a towel. "Here, you can take a shower, I think you could use one." The geneticist nodded and stood up, wincing in pain. Sylar stared at him for a moment then turned to walk back in his room. "The bathroom is over there." He pointed out. Mohinder walked, as best he could, toward the bathroom. Sylar then began to walk in his room.

"Why did you save me." Mohinder asked. Sylar stopped, but didn't look back.

"I don't know."

After a long, hot shower Mohinder felt a little better. He was still in pain, but not as much. He walked out of the bathroom and found a note posted on the door.

Mohinder, I left to do something.

Feel free to do whatever, but don't take my kindness as a weakness. I don't know why I saved you, I guess I'm beginning to feel a little regret.

Oh and by the way, there is a change of cloths for you in my room.

Mohinder sighed and smiled slightly. He walked into Sylar's room and immediately was taken by surprise. It was very neat and clean. Completely opposite to his own room. There was a open gold watch sitting on a dresser. Mohinder looked around a bit.

"So this is what the room of a murderer looks like." He said softly. He glanced at the watch and smiled. "It's pretty nice."

Once he was done changing he turned on the air and sighed. He walked around the bed, his hand caressing, then sat down. It was soft. He laid down and let out a low moan. It was very soft. It didn't long for him to fall back asleep.

Mohinder opened his eyes and blinked as his eyes met Sylar's. They stared at each other for a moment, the Sylar moved back. Mohinder sat up.

"What were you doing?" He asked as he rubbed his eyes. Sylar was sitting next to him now, working on a watch.

"Watching you sleep." He replied not looking up from his work. "Don't worry, I have no interest in killing you."

"Why?" Mohinder asked.

"Because you have nothing I want." Sylar replied.

"No, why were you watching me sleep?" Sylar blinked.

"I don't know." He paused and shook the watch. "Dammit." He let out a sigh and glanced over at Mohinder. The geneticist stayed quiet. Sylar stood up. "Do you want anything to eat?" Mohinder shook his head.

"I'm not hungry." Sylar nodded and shrugged.

"Suit yourself." He replied as he walked out of the room and into the kitchen. Mohinder sighed and laid back down. Sylar grabbed a piece of bread and stuck it in his mouth, then glanced at his table. There was a unfinished picture of a pregnant girl sitting there. Why he drew this, he had no idea. Some vision." Sylar said to himself with a slight laugh.

There was a crash followed by Mohinder rushing out of the room and running into the bathroom. The door slammed shut. Sylar blinked in confusion. Sounds of hurling were heard from the bathroom. Sylar raised his eyebrow. HE thought for a moment. Sylar looked at the picture, then at the bathroom door. He then sighed.

"Oh crap."

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WOOT! First Heroes Mylar fic ever so plz be kind. I know Sylar is sorta OOC, but that's what makes this funny. What do you think? I have written up at least three chapters of it already… so review and I'll post more. Warning, Fluff ahead! XP See ya!