Title: Distractions
Part: 03/?
Author: Crashdownpixie
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Heroes: Everything up until and including the episode, ".07%" is fair game. Blind Dating the whole movie is up for grabs.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of crashdownpixie. crashdownpixie is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Characters/Pairings: Sylar(Heroes)/Danny(Blind Dating)
Summary: AU. A few days after gaining Isaac's power, Sylar finds himself unable to see anything besides this one man. Determined to get his new power to work right again Sylar decides to find this man and eliminate him, but will Sylar able to follow through with it once he comes in contact with his mystery subject?
Notes: These parts are short as this story is just meant to wet my feet in this pairing so please don't be disappionted by the size, alright?
The white plastic phone groaned under the pressure Sylar was extorting on it. The motel room, in which the killer had been staying in for two weeks, looked like a tornado has blown through it. The desk was overturned and a bit splintered, the television screen shattered and the antenna snapped into bits. The bed was flipped over and leaned against the wall to the bathroom and sheets shredded and laying over every surface in the room. The bathroom had fared slightly better; the only damage to it was the shattered bathroom mirror.
Sylar forced himself to admit, in a brief moment of clarity, that the destruction was a bit overdramatic. But, he reasoned, he only had an hour before Danny's law class got out so he'd needed to get his rage out in enough time to make the call and get back.
The future-viewing-watchmaker had spent the last fourteen days observing the enigmatic law student. He'd seen and learned a great deal in that short amount of time. Danny unconsciously stirred his hot drinks counter-clockwise and his cold drinks clockwise. His favorite movie was Casablanca, which he watched every Friday night. He cared for his family and friend, Jay (who Sylar envied more then he'd acknowledge) so much that he smiled no matter what. But the most important piece Sylar had gathered was this: just after falling into sleep Danny would toss and turn and cry over that damn girl, Leeza.
Sylar's hunger had been pulling him, taunting him; telling him that he could exploit that weakness, that sadness. Especially after the watchful man starting sneaking into that room filled with sorrow. Sylar would crouch down next to the fitful form and whisper in that beautiful-moonlight-bathed-man's ear that everything was going to be okay, that he was going to be okay, be happy.
His nature tried to drive him to take Danny in every way he wanted so desperately too. His mind playing out the many, glorious ways he could about it. Every night though Sylar fought it until Danny settled into a happier sleep and then he'd leave…no reason to push his resistance. After a week of it, his hunger resorted to calling him weak. Sylar ignored that too. Danny had become much too important to him; it didn't bother him just as much as he expected it to. The piece of him that was still Gabriel Gray reasoned that everyone had their thing; the one thing they absolutely needed to survive and that was what Danny was now and Danny didn't even know he existed…yet.
He'd picked up a newspaper to read while he waited for Danny's psychiatrist appointment to finish. About half an hour into the wait, he'd spotted it; simplistic in appearance, but it stood out to the protective twenty-five-year-old. The wedding announcement of Leeza Raja and Mohinder Suresh right in the middle of the page. Shock numbed Sylar as he watched; cloaked in invisibility, as Danny's brother Larry arrived and helped the determined blind man into the car. Still, he couldn't shake it as, fifteen minutes later Danny entered the building that held his law class. Sylar had left the brunette then. He couldn't watch over his charge with no windows and no way for him to attend the class. The class was only an hour and a half long; he doubted Danny could get into much trouble discussing case studies.
It was only when he arrived back to his room he let the shock fade away to anger. That evil, should-be-dead, woman dumped Danny for...Mohinder. Mohinder. Sylar was intelligent, more so then most, and he simply couldn't wrap his mind around it.
Logically, Sylar supposed there were some positive attributes to the geneticist. Mohinder was…smart, obviously and handsome, he guessed, but it still didn't make any sense. The good doctor's work was his life. When Sylar had been pretending to be Zane that truth was bluntly obvious after five seconds with the man. This Leeza would be terribly unhappy (which Sylar sincerely hoped she would be) and lonely (Sylar hoped this befell her too just as long as she didn't come near his Danny again). It made no sense to choose such a life over the one Danny had most certainly offered her: a life of love and happiness. Danny cherished the people in his life more than anyone else Sylar had ever met and he had encountered a great deal of people in the course of his life.
He pressed the last digit and then held the fragile device to his ear. The ringing seemed endless, but Sylar was nothing if not determined. Finally the annoying sound ceased giving way to the young doctor's voicemail. Sylar frowned, disappointed he missed Mohinder but he prepared what he would say when the stupid animated voice shut up.
"Hello, Mohinder," He whispered into the device using his Sylar-scary voice. It always had the desired effect on the supposed heroes, putting them on edge. "Congratulations on your engagement, doc. I must say I'm surprised. I always figured you for a demur wife, if you ever took one Mohinder, not a heart-breaking pretty woman without the ability to make a fucking decision." Sylar paused in his speech to his strong emotions out of his voice. It wouldn't do to let Mohinder know that he cared, beyond the opportunity to torture the Indian geneticist. "I'll tell her you said hello." He stated casually before disconnecting the call and setting the phone back down on the cradle.
Sylar grinned down at the inanimate object in victory. That would certainly get Mohinder's blood pumping. It felt so…delicious to make their heads spin again; it had been too long. He'd missed it! Now, to know would transpire…Sylar picked up the pencil from the overturned desk and clicked on his newest power. The fog settled over the man's eyes as an image burned itself into his brain and then flowed out of him onto the white wall of his room. His hand swept automatically across the slightly rough surface quickly and efficiently. The picture of the future forming with unnatural speed. What would it predict?
