A/N: Molly is 15 in the next little fic then she goes back to being 10 or whatever she is in the next one.

Gotta Learn Sometime

"No. No way!" Sylar said as he exited the kitchen with Mohinder following close behind.

Sylar walked over into the living room and laid himself down on the couch. Crossing his arms, he telekinetically turned the television on and waited for Mohinder to try to argue his point. Not that it would help.

The doctor stood in Sylar's line of view, fully blocking the screen. Sylar just growled in annoyance.

"I'm still not doing it Mohinder, now move so I can see the football game."

"Oh come on Sylar." Mohinder practically pleaded. "It'll be fun."

Sylar moved so he was in a sitting position. "Fun? Oh believe me, that is not my idea of fun. Fun is going around ripping special people's heads open." he said, then added rather sadly. "But you won't let me do that anymore."

Mohinder sighed. "Molly's gotta learn sometime-"

He was cut off. "Then you do it."

"I would, but I can't." Mohinder said far too quickly to be convincing to anybody.

"Hey you guys! I'm ready for my first lesson!" Molly called from the doorway. The car keys were jingling in her outstretched hand.

"Not it!" Mohinder yelled and ran from the room.

Sylar groaned.

Wake Up Call

"Sylar get up!"

This only made Sylar bury himself deeper into all the sheets and blankets at were on the bed.

Mohinder rolled his eyes. "Come on, Molly's got a parent-teacher conference in a half an hour and we can't be late."

Sylar poked his head out from underneath the mass of blankets and looked at the clock. It was 8:45 am. On a Saturday. He groaned. "Why did you schedule this so freaking early."

The doctor hit him on the back, not that it did anything. "I didn't, she did."

"Molly?"

"No." Mohinder said. "Molly's teacher."

"I hate her."

"No you don't now get up."

Sylar decided it was easier to get up and go rather than lying there trying to ignore the Indian man who would never give in.

"Give me ten minutes."

xxxxx

"So how'd it go?" Molly asked when the two came home.

"Lovely." Sylar said sarcastically as he took his shoes off. "Your teacher's a real delight."

Molly frowned at him and went to Mohinder instead. "So?"

"It went fine. She said you were a good student and got along with all the other kids." Mohinder said.

The little girl smiled.

"She's a very nice woman too. She showed us some of your test scores and some art projects you worked on."

Sylar snorted. "She is not nice."

Mohinder sighed. "Don't listen to him, he's still upset that he had to get up earlier than normal this morning."

"And he wouldn't let me kill her."

"Sylar we've been over this you can't ki-" the doctor was cut off in mid sentence.

Molly had tackled Sylar who tripped over onto the leather couch. Sylar landed on his back with Molly on his chest. The serial killer had a bewildered expression on his face, while the innocent girl sitting on top of him just smiled.

"This is for trying to kill my teacher."

"But I didn't try-" Sylar protested.

Too late.

Molly reached forward and started to tickle Sylar's sides, right on the ribs below the arm. Sylar tried to hide it but couldn't. He burst out laughing which only made Molly tickle more.

Mohinder was highly amused at the sight before him. He moved forward, not wanting to be left out of the fun.

"Oh not you too." Sylar said between laughs.

These popped into my head when I was doing the dishes last night, don't ask.

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