I Don't Own Heroes

Sheila, lay crying on her bed. Sylar was asleep still, still holding her like some precious treasure, softly. She can't believe she had done this, she can't believe she wanted to do this. Flesh hot and burning, this man repulsed her, taking lives cruelly and in granted pleasure, Slaughtering humans. She felt like puking, she had touched him and he had touched her, being close as can be, and what's worse. She had enjoyed it. She liked his murderous tendencies; she liked this psychopathic son of a bitch! His breath was hot on her neck and the stubble of a beard he had roughly brushed her shoulder, his hands laid softly on her stomach, he surrounded her like a shield, something warm and soft and protective. He had murdered her and at the same time brought her to life. He was a knife to her and every time he would plunge not into her but instead into Lily's heart. The tears form her face dried, this wasn't so bad. Yeah Mohinder was great and hot as hell but He would never like her like this would he? Never want to be so close to something so course, so unrefined, so…Tainted. She got up slowly, not waking the man next to her. Her bare skin burned against the cold night's air, she stretched and didn't take any of her Nakedness into account. She stepped out onto the large balcony and looked over the edge, no one could see her, and she was 24 stories up and the rest of the world she felt, was below her. She was standing on a cloud, not and angel more over a spirit. She felt the cold air take her breath away ask it blew against her, She coughed a few times, she knew she had caught a cold form being in the rain so long the previous afternoon. Soft whispers of fog and rain dotted her face. She felt spoiled somehow. Like some Melo dramatic Princess from a Disney movie, then she remembered. Oh Yeah, Cinderella. She looked down at the ground again. How far down? How long would it take to get to the bottom? 5 minutes? 5 seconds? She tore herself away from the edge, she had just freed herself from Lily the very thing that made her think like that, so why was she still thinking about it?

"Dammit…"

She said looking up at the cloudy sky, She felt something watching her, someone. She knew it was Sylar. He had come up behind her obviously he had seen the thought process and decided it was time for an Intervention.

"Hey Princess…How are you?"

He asked wrapping his arms around her waist; He too had not taken into account his "Au Natural" State. Sylar was a tall guy around 6'2 so when he held her his arms came up to just under her breasts.

"Fine."

Sheila said a little too Cooley for it to be true. Sylar felt this was a bit odd, not in a bad way just, kind of intoxicating. She smelled like Cinnamon and Sandalwood, she smelled like him. Her hair was mussed and knotted in the back. He was surprised at how bony her ribcage felt under his fingers.

"You sure, I saw you thinking there, long way down hunh?"

He asked burrowing his face into her hair; it was thick and soft and matted. Her arms crept above her head and over his shoulders, interlacing her fingers at the back of his neck.

"Yeah. Long way down."

She said feeling how he had been careful to say it gently. He didn't want to scare her away again, He didn't want to break her. Ever since she was picked up by Mohinder, ever since she had trailed away from the Haven of her home she had been bringing nothing but confusion into her life. She had been swept into everything. She was swept into city life, she was swept into insanity, she was sure as hell swept into being an adult, she was also swept into certain passions she didn't need and didn't really understand. The perverse delight of seeing Mohinder naked was just her 17 year old self being, well, 17. but she had never had such a pull towards anyone she had never felt like she could be tied down like that. She never thought that anyone would be able to overcome 'Sheila the Rock' as her classmates called her after she refused to share a bed with the hottest, most womanizing boy of the school. She started to be home schooled not long after. But no girl in that school would ever be able to compare to this.

"Loosing you there, what are you thinking about?"

"…High school, a boy once offered to sleep with me, hottest kid in the school…I had nothing stirring in me for him not even lust. I was known as 'Sheila the Rock' for a good while afterward."

"So what, am I a special case?"

"You pursued me, remember? You sent me a heart shaped watch, you stalked me for while I was in New York. You thought I was 'Perfect' as you put it."

Sylar smiled, she was right, she had some kind of magnetism to her. He remembered sizing her wrist for a certain watch she was looking at in the window and feeling her pulse, when he touched her wrist he felt it beat smooth and heavy, he saw her fingers move mechanically and perfectly. He had found plenty of other women to be attractive, but wouldn't give him a second glance. He had told her she had lovely hands and he felt her pulse flutter. That's the moment he knew she was perfect. She on the other hand found it mildly creepy.

"Well you are, your perfectly constructed."

"Physically maybe…but I'm not what you'd call desirable in modern society."

She said sighing, she was getting cold so she went inside. Sylar followed suite.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"People date me through pity, Look at me, I have a flat chest, and I'm bony as hell, Not to mention I'm Psycho.''

She paused on the last part and Looked at Sylar.

"Never mind I'm perfectly sane."

"Eh? Never mind, well they don't like that's their problem. I do, Just goes to show."

"Show what?"

"You wouldn't understand…You're…Perfectly Sane."

He said with a smile. Sheila rolled her eyes and grabbed her robe off the floor. She wrapped it around herself and threw Sylar's pants at him. She was starting to feel a little nervous, what if Mohinder found out? What if Claire? She'd pitch a fit and Murder Sheila.

"You shouldn't stay long."

She said dully, grabbing her Rum bottle off the counter, weighing her options. Sylar pulled on the pants but didn't make a move for the door.

"What's with you?"

"Nothing, it's just…I suddenly feel kinda uneasy."

She said swigging the bottle and moving onto her bed, it was 2:00 AM. She looked out the window at the dark sky. She tried to forget Claire and the rest of the world. Sylar went searching for his shirt which he found slung over the back of a chair.

"You sure you're okay?"

Sheila didn't answer just sighed and looked at him. She broke out smiling. The Ferocious Sylar, Being so Delicate with her. It was comical to the highest degree.

"what are you smiling about?"

He asked coming over to sit down next to her.

"Nothing."

He put an arm around her and kissed her on the forehead, then on the tip of her nose, then on the lips where he stayed for quite sometime. She kissed back.

"You know I'm gonna be a little Miffed if I have to take all these clothes off again."

Sylar said raising an eyebrow. He didn't let her respond instead he kissed her again, hand trailing up her shoulder and sliding the robe off it ever so casually. He loved the look of her tanned skin on the white sheets, he loved the weight of her in his arms, he loved everything about her. But he also feared her, if she rejected him, it would be the end, he'd snap….even further, he might hurt, maybe kill her. Or himself. And no body wants that, now do they?

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