Maybe the one or the other has seen the video on youtube where Sylar and Mohinder are put into the place of the famous lab mice Pinky and Brain. Well, I have and that was the result. Just a collection of one shots until I lose interest … or people stop to review.

Despite the title, there is no slash intended.

Only some fun.

Disclaimer: I don´t own anything.

The Elixir

It was two minutes to eleven p.m. when Mohinder Suresh walked into the cell of the Company´s most dangerous criminal. He carefully opened the door and when his eyes fell on Sylar, he halted in pure shock. The serial killer was playing with a ball, letting it jump up and down over his lazy face, only using his telekinesis. His hands were folded on his belly, totally comfortable.

Mohinder just couldn´t believe it. He was not supposed to have his abilities, let alone use it like that.

"I told you not to do this!" he cried and snapped the ball out of the air. "Are you crazy?"

"Yes." Sylar exhaled, rolling his eyes. "That´s what they say." He rolled up into a sitting position and looked at the scientist, lazily.

"If they find out, I didn´t block your abilities you blow our cover." Mohinder lectured him. "Do you want this?"

"I was bored." Sylar defended himself. "Don´t worry. I disabled the cameras long ago."

"The cameras?" Mohinder looked up at the ceiling, at the little device in the corner. It was missing its usual constantly blinking red light. "Is that the reason why we have the electricians in the house?" he asked. "And why the light in my lab is flickering?"

"Yeah, I sort of hit the wrong circuit the first time." Sylar admitted, still sounding bored. "Sorry ´bout that."

Mohinder grumbled. Dilettant. And that was supposed to be the most feared inhabitant of this facility. As if.

"It doesn´t matter." he dismissed the affair. And thinking of the other subject, the reason why he´d come here, his mood lit up again. "If my plan works, I won´t have to work in this lab anymore." he told Sylar, hope evident in his voice.

"What is it this time?" Sylar asked, hesitantly, glancing up almost warily. But this look couldn´t irritate the geneticist. Not anymore.

"I just discovered the greatest invention of human history." he told him, glowing with excitement.

Sylar only closed his eyes. "You say that about every second thing you come up with."

Mohinder´s smile faded. "And it was true, each time." he insisted offended. "It´s not my fault that it never worked out so far." "But it´s mine?" Sylar got up. "You wanna say that?"

"If I would take the responsibility for all these things, I would be in prison too and we couldn´t attempt to take over the world each night." the scientist tried to reason with the killer.

Sylar merely scowled. "Lucky you." he grumbled and walked past Mohinder, just to show him how pissed he was.

"But this time it will work." Mohinder assured him. "Do you want to know my plan or not?"

Sylar took a breath, massaging the bridge of his nose. "Yes." he said at last and turned back to the scientist, smiling. "Please, doctor. Tell me. What is this great invention of yours?"

Mohinder took out a vial with a thick green liquid from his pocket. "That´s it." he told him proudly.

Sylar frowned, eying the little thing uncertain. "Snot?"

"Perhaps for the simple minded." Mohinder replied, not the least irritated. „But for men of science this is the substance that will help us control the minds of everybody."

Sylar, facing this glowing in his companion´s eyes, allowed himself a little more interest.

"How?" he asked, stepping closer.

"It´s a neural stimulator." Mohinder started to give a lecture. "After consuming this liquid with water, people will be overstimulated for sounds that work on a certain wavelength."

The killer only frowned, regarding the small vial. "You could as well give them hash, you know."

"Would you try to concentrate?" Mohinder cried. "After we gave this to people, they will do everything we demand."

Sylar nodded. He could tell that his friend was serious about this. It just had to work.

"Everything?" he asked, interested at last.

"Including making us their leaders." Mohinder emphasized, his dark eyes glowing.

Sylar looked at the little vial with glowing eyes of his own. Now that sounded promising, for a change.

"And how do we give that to them?"

"Simple. We just put that into the water reservoir of New York. Tomorrow morning the city is ours. And at the end of the week …"

"America." Sylar finished the sentence with a wide smile. Mohinder smiled back, the conviction of their victory already in his eyes. "What are we waiting for?" Sylar asked.

Mohinder only held up his car keys.

...

The two of them left the facility. Mohinder in his coat, Sylar in the disguise of the caretaker, who was peacefully asleep in the closet. After they were out they jumped into Mohinder´s car and drove off, heading for the water reservoir.

Sylar sat in the passenger seat while in the radio Kidz in the Hall sang Take over the World. He was holding the tiny vial, examining how this strange green liquid reflected the streetlights.

"Are you sure this little thing is enough for the whole city?" he asked.

"Absolutely." Mohinder assured. "It´s a very high concentration. The population of the city will follow our orders for over a week."

"And after that week is over?"

"Then it won´t matter anymore." Mohinder shrugged. "Until then we´ll be sitting in the White House."

Sylar smiled exited about this thought. It was an amazing thing, that so much should be possible by a thing that was so tiny.

"How did you do this?" he asked the scientist, now really taken away by the excitement of their plan. "How did you find the formular to mix this?"

"I have no idea." Mohinder bluntly told him, smiling widely. "It was an accident. But don´t worry. We won´t need to repeat it. This one vial will give us all the power we need."

Sylar didn´t want to but he couldn´t stop being infected by this enthusiastic smile of the doctor. How did he manage it all the time to convince him about these insane ideas, where a logical thinking mind should scream: Idiotic! Maybe it was because he was insane himself? But if he was, then everybody else was too. At least they would be tomorrow. They would see to it. Alone thinking of that made him smile again.

They reached the reservoir barely half an hour later. Getting in was the simplest thing of all. Sylar took on the shape of a plumper, claiming he had to check the pipes for leaks, and the security guy led them inside, one hand on the flashlight the other on his gun. As soon as they were out of sight, he went to sleep though, with the curtsy of Sylar and a long metallic pipe. He would need a lot of aspirin the next morning.

"Hurry." Mohinder hissed. "Over here." He stopped at the manhole cover in the center of the wide room and handed Sylar the vial. „Warm this up." he instructed him. "Carefully. Only until it starts to boil. That´s the right temperature."

Sylar took the little thing between his hands and carefully heated them up, while Mohinder opened the manhole cover. Gurgling sounds of running water echoed up to them from deep inside the manhole. By now the green liquid had started to boil between Sylar´s hands. He showed it to Mohinder for confirmation. The scientist was satisfied.

"Great." he said, reaching out a hand for the vial. "Now all we have to do is …" he´d been about to open it, when the gurgling sound from down in the hole, suddenly became much louder. The two of them shared an uncertain glance, before looking down there, irritated. A second later a big splash shot out of the hole, knocking them both off their feet.

The vial jumped out of Mohinder´s hand, to smash on the concrete. It was like a smack in the face of the man who wanted to take over the world. Not again.

The two men lay on the ground, wet to the bones and baffled beyond understanding standards. What had just happened?

A moment later the water that had washed them away, collected itself before the manhole, starting to build up a form.

"I should have known." Tracy spoke up after she was complete. She looked down on them, like a mother that had just found her two misbehaving boys. „They are in here!" she shouted and then there were approaching footsteps.

Mohinder hurried to get up, took his gun and aimed it at Sylar.

"Good that you came." he breathed, as Bennet and his men entered. "I just found him here. He was in the process of poisoning the water."

To Sylar he made an apologetic face, mouthing: No offence. The killer only groaned and raised his hands. Why did he see that coming?

Well, that was the first one. Tell me what you think. If anyone has suggestions to how they should try to take over the world, I´ll happy to consider it.

And thanks for reading.