Title: Random Drabbles from the Mind of Sel as Warm-Up Thrown at her by her Muse for the Summer
Author: Selestina118
Pairing: Some Sybriel, Mylar, Gabriel/OC
Other Characters: Peter, Nathan, Angela, and Virginia Gray
Warnings: Crack. Fluff. Angst. Everything. XD
Rating: All over the place. From PG to R
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes or any of it's characters . . . . please don't sue me.
A/N: This was for a livejournal meme where you had to write fics to songs on shuffle in the amount of time that the song lasted for. I thought I would post this here since I haven't been on in a long while. :D I was surprised that some songs didn't come up . . . In a way I'm glad, but it would have been crazy if I could have made a Heroes/Harry Potter crossover. XD Also, the last one was a bit of a cracky, lovely, drabble dedicated to my Sarmy friends. Enjoy!


"Life Is a Flower" by Ace of Base - 3:46

Gabriel spent the day just walking through the park. He needed time to clear his head from the constant ticking and tocking of the watch shop. The watch shop that consumed his life that he was bound to through a lineage of old, dusty, men. It depressed him, but he found that the lake, flowers, and open air constantly brought his mood up.

Gabriel sat down on a bench and just watched people walk by. Each as wrapped up in themselves as another. Work weighed heavy on their minds and not once did any one notice the flower that they crushed beneath their feet.

It was only a weed, but it was still a life, and Gabriel was filled with sadness. Did no one care? Even though it was insignificant, did no one care to walk around it or even pluck it and place it in a vase in their apartment? Just to recapture youth. To save a life. He sighed and went back to his shop.

"Cookie Jar" by Jack Johnson - 2:57

Sylar looked over his victim. Their power was delicious. Shape-shifting. It was perfect - the ability to become whatever and whomever he wanted. This could open so many possibilities for him. New prey in every sense of the word. The blood dripped from his now changing paw. A smirk crossed his face as he transformed into the avatar of the girl. A black panther. He couldn't blame her for becoming this. It was powerful.

He stalked about the open room and bounded out the door, eager to try out his new senses that this form provided. He knew that a panther was not normal for New York, but who cared? He ruled this concrete jungle.

"Disease" by Matchbox Twenty - 3:39

Sylar found himself scratching and clawing at his twins' sweat slicked back. Never before was he this passionate, this primal. He didn't know what had gotten into him, but he liked it.

This couldn't be kept up. Gabriel was supposed to be the sweet, innocent one. Ha. That was a laugh. Gabriel was no more innocent than a tiger.

The magic was there. That spark that only they shared as they attacked each other's lips in a rush of lust, love, connection. The honey of the candies that Gabriel had consumed before were full in his senses. This heat could not be contained as they flipped, rolled, and made their night last forever.

Sylar would be lost without Gabriel. The same went for Gabriel, and they kept these moments to themselves. The outside world didn't know what it was missing.


"Only an Older Women" from The Boy from Oz - 2:33

There stood before him in the dark room was Angela Petrelli. Sylar had just broken into the inner sanctuary of the Company to find her.

"I need you, Gabriel. This Company needs changing. Peter is too fragile and Nathan is too devoted to him. They don't have the gaul to carry through with my plans. The world is changing and only you have the destructive power to do the job correctly. I need to know that I can count on you to do what needs to be done. You must also listen to me. Not one foot out of line. Do you hear me?" Angela smirked as Sylar nodded. He could feel power coursing from her. This could bean advantage to him.

"Fine."

"Good."

"Dust" by The Divine Madness - 4:38

Gabriel stood before the gray earth. The world was destroyed, and he didn't care. He finally had her. His prize. She fawned over him and he rewarded her with passion and his own devotion. They were the only ones left in a world of the dead.

He was immortal as was she. No longer did he feel pain of his past - the horror that would be the future. They were the future. Everyone would bow down before he and his queen as they ruled.

The dawn of a new day was rising. The pair gave a final kiss as they placed on their sunglasses to protect them form the harsh light. This dream world could not escape him. Everyone who opposed him was gone. All that was left in the world was he and her. The lovely duo cloaked in darkness.

They held hands and wandered in the desert not afraid of the heat or dryness. Water was no longer what kept him sustained. The blood of his ancestors and hers was his lifeline. Dust filled them.

"Cantiamo D'Amore (We Sing of Love)" from Kiss Me, Kate - 1:28

Peter couldn't believe that Mohinder and Nathan had talked him into this. Spandex attacked his nether region as he was forced to prance about the city streets singing in an Italian accent. Jazz hands prevailed as he sang of love and other things. Confetti shot out and caught in his bangs. His la la la's could be heard all down the street. He was going to kill them.

"Tainted Love/Where Did Our Love Go (Extended Version)" by Soft Cell - 8:56

Mohinder and Sylar rolled over in their respective beds so far apart from each other. How had this happened? Oh yeah, Sylar murdered everyone whom Mohinder cared the most about. Their irreconcilable differences put a gaping divide between them.

Mohinder could not take it. The pain beat his heart like a drummer. How could have have feelings for this detestable man? He felt tainted from the nights that they had kept each filled with more heat than the other. He detested the things that his own body pushed him to do. To touch him in such personal ways. He loved it and hated himself. All he could do was roll over, weep, and satisfy his own needs. The disgust only multiplied.

Sylar could not sleep for his mind was racing. He needed the geneticist more than anyone. More than his own life. Maybe this was the end. Maybe he wasn't meant to advance the human race? Maybe no one deserved the power that he had accumulated. Sylar slowly got up and put on a pair of loose fitting jeans. He grabbed his keys, a pad of paper, and walked out the door.

Eventually Sylar made it to Mohinder's apartment. He made himself invisible, as to do what needed to be done in secret. He opened the pad of paper and scribbled a note. He told of all of his innermost thoughts. They were only meant for Mohinder. He ripped the paper and placed it on Mohinder's bedside table.

Mohinder stirred, he had not been asleep and had heard the footsteps of his savior and damner. He rolled over at the tear.

"Sylar?"

Sylar did not let down his cloak. He needed to do this.

"Sylar? . . . I know you';e there . . . . please come out."

"No, Mohinder. I have to . . . ."

"Sylar! Please! . . . . . I . . . . . I hate you . . . ." Sylar cringed.

"But I need you. Please stay." Mohinder grasped out for him and Sylar felt his resolve fade away. He became visible and fell to Mohinder's feet. Tears began to streak his face and he became a shaking mess.

"I need you . . '

"I know."

"Sick & Tired" by Default - 2:59

Gabriel couldn't stand what his father had made him do. Why was he the one to take over the shop? Didn't he have cousins, other relatives to do the work. No, he always did what his parents asked of him. He never questioned.

He was a good boy that bought into every lie that his mother had spun. She believed them herself, even if they were completely untrue. She lived in the Medieval Ages believing that every little thing was damnable. Gabriel's life was cursed from the beginning if it was up to her. He couldn't even get near a girl, for fear of becoming tainted. She didn't know that because of her, he was not only the tallest and gawky of his grade, but must socially awkward. Now he had to do this out of respect. She hated it, but it was impure to disrespect his father.


"the Human Hosepipe" by Harry and the Potters - 3:33

Gabriel awkwardly sat with the girl at his table. Neither had said a thing. There was no way that this was a date. His mother would never allow it, and the school cafeteria was not the most romantic of places. Canned peas flew by his head, but he admired the girl and only the girl. Brown curls caressed her head and she huffed and looked off to the side, pleading with her eyes to her friends to get her away from him.

His heart sank and a slightly taller girl saved her by saying that she was needed by a teacher. The girl quickly gathered her uneaten lunch and scurried away. Gabriel dropped his gaze as the Valentine laid ripped and trodden on underneath their table. Never would he feel this way again. He would find someone. Someone special. Someone who cared. God the sixth grade was hell.

"Just that Good" by The Calling - 3:54

The pile shifted and sighed in unison. Pleasure filled all of them and was washing over like waves. Sylar, Gabriel, and their girls. The devoted ones who loved them for everything that they were, how they held themselves, how they interacted . . . Everything.

One girl shifted into Gabriel and purred into his side, slightly stirring. Another was tied to the bed by Sylar. She was giggling as he licked up her jaw. Two more were thrown over a chair, out from exhaustion, as if they had not slept soundly for weeks.

One girl licked her fangs as she plodded into the kitchen to get some breakfast. Another sat eating a tub of ice cream and playing with sparks of electricity.

They couldn't be so lucky to have Gabriel, Sylar, and all of their other friends. Gabe and Sy were lucky to have them in their midst.