Whoo, it's been awhile since I posted here. Well, here's a short fic about Mohinder and Sylar. Please enjoy!
The day Sylar had killed that man in a taxi cab, he had set Mohinder free. It was a freedom that Mohinder had perhaps want throughout his whole life but now seemed to resist. Overlooked, under-loved...why wasn't he glad that his father's shadow was now burned to ash?
Mohinder's a fool, was the answer Sylar thought while idly staring out the window. Sometimes the other man would convince himself that he could care less, just like last night, but the by morning, he would be gone, just like now. Sylar knew the exact time he had left anyway. It was easy to be a light sleeper with the hearing he had acquired.
It went in random cycles. Mohinder would come when he had fallen into bitterness. Then he'd leave soon after, his head swimming with guilt. It was like clockwork to Sylar, but the only difference was how fast the hands moved. Sometimes Mohinder stayed away for more than a couple months; this time, it had been only a few weeks.
Still, Mohinder kept running. No matter how many times he came back, Mohinder ultimately continued to leave again. Sylar didn't care for his fickle human emotion, but actually forcing him to stay longer than a night had no logical bearing either, so Sylar always let him run. No, there was no way he'd let himself be jealous of a dead, powerless man. Mohinder would come back. Mohinder would come back for another night no matter how many more nights he spent devoted to guilt and research than he did with Sylar. It was just a waiting game.
