The Quiet Life: Part 2
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aunt_zeldaTitle: The Quiet Life: Part 2
Rating: R. Non-con happens in this series.
Pairings: One-sided Mylar, for now.
Warnings: If you haven’t watched all of Season 1 of Heroes, you shouldn’t be here, you should wait and watch the DVDs!
Disclaimer: Uh … obviously I don’t own Heroes, because if I did, I’d have the Mywalker family on screen eventually …
Recap If You’re Lazy And Won’t Follow My Lovely Links: Sylar showed up at Mohinder’s apartment to get the List and probably Mohinder sex but some evil faux SWAT guys tried to grab Sylar, Mohinder, and Molly, so Sylar kidnapped Mohinder and Molly and they’re on a road trip! Non-con in a motel room, but silent-smut because Mohinder doesn’t want to worry Molly, who’s next door …
Summary: Exposition. Subway. Shopping for clothes. Advertising my un-finished book. Avril Lavigne. Cliffhanger.
My Thoughts: This may be a bit of a letdown after the fast-paced, tense, angsty first part, and for that I am sorry. It's also wicked long, because they need to get all the technicalities through with. And remember, I have no internet on the weekend, so I won’t be able to reply substantially until late Sunday night, early Monday morning. Ok, I’m here tomorrow morning, but I’m planning a yard sale and seeing a play. And yes, Brian Loveless is a novel I’m writing. Perhaps I’ll post clips later … and I hope you like my evil cliffhanger of doom! (And spot the Plaude if you can!)
They started early the next morning. Mohinder tried not to wince as he got into the driver’s seat – he was so sore, and he didn’t want Molly asking questions he didn’t dare answer.
They went through the drive-through at Dunkin’ Donuts before they got back on the highway. Mohinder sipped scalding coffee while Molly munched on her bagel in the back. Wishing he’d asked for a Tropicana like her, Mohinder refused to glance at Sylar for hours.
The sun rose higher in the sky as they sped farther and farther away from
The idea of breaking down and having to call a tow-truck was entertaining, but Sylar might get angry and hurt Molly, so Mohinder broke the silence.
“We’re almost on empty,” he addressed the windshield.
“Take the next exit. You hungry?” Sylar smirked, staring at the rearview mirror.
“Why not?” Mohinder shrugged. He hesitated, then burst out with yesterday’s unanswered questions. “Who were those people? They weren’t from the government, were they? And why were you scared of them?”
Sylar turned around sharply, catching Mohinder’s eye. “After Hiro Nakamura stabbed me I passed out. When I woke up I was completely healed. No stitches, no scar, no pain. I was in this weird room. A man – old, gray hair, creepy voice – would visit me. I tried to use my powers but … he countered them perfectly.” Sylar looked like he wanted to shiver. “He said that he’d been just like me once and knew how I felt. He said he wanted to help me. That’s exactly why I didn’t trust him. Something wasn’t right about that man …” Sylar looked vaguely unsettled. “Eventually I was able to get out, but then those SWAT guys started following me. They’re his brute force, but he’s got special people with him too. I thought that if I had the List there’d be some gain to moving around so much …” Mohinder shot him a dirty look. “But apparently he wants you and Molly as well.”
Mohinder turned off the highway. “Well, maybe that man wants the List too. If I gave him the names – Molly could find them. If he was telling the truth about being like you once, I bet he found you fascinating.” Mohinder spat the word and pulled into a gas station that had a Subway in it.
“Write down what you want,” Sylar ordered, getting out, locking the doors, and proceeded to fill the tank.
Molly handed Mohinder her notepad and pen, and he scribbled down their preferred sandwiches. Sylar opened the door, grabbed the piece of paper, shut and locked the door again, and went inside.
“Mohinder?” Molly asked, leaning forward. “Are you ok?”
Oh, I’ve just been kidnapped and raped in a motel room by the man who murdered several people including my father and if I try to escape he’ll hurt you … “I’m fine, Molly,”
She scowled. “You’re lying,” her voice fell to a nervous whisper. “Did the Boog – Sylar hurt you last night?”
Mohinder stared at her. “You’re incredibly perceptive for your age, Molly,” and yet her eyes were so large and innocent.
“Perceptive … doesn’t that mean I can see stuff? Read between the lines?” Molly asked.
Mohinder nodded. “Listen – don’t worry about me. As long as I cooperate with him, he won’t hurt you.”
Molly blinked. “But he’s hurting you. Does that mean I’m not cooperating with him?”
Mohinder shook his head. “No it’s … it’s complicated,” there was a pause. “Molly, is that man Sylar was talking about … is he the man you can’t find?”
Molly nodded. “It’s good that Sylar ran away – that man’s even worse than he is,” she shivered; Mohinder managed to give her an awkward one-armed hug from the front seat.
“Mohinder?” she asked after they’d broken away.
“Yes?”
“I’ve gotta go. Bad. Do you think he’ll let me?” she squirmed uncomfortably.
Oh no …me too … Mohinder didn’t doubt that Sylar would be highly amused by their predicament.
Minutes felt like hours until Sylar returned with a brown paper bag. After a meaningful look from Molly, Mohinder spoke up.
“Um, Sylar, Molly and I are in dire need of a restroom. Is there one in there?”
Sylar smirked and set the bag on the floor. “Yeah, but if either of you try to run off or tell someone I’ve kidnapped you …” he let it hang in the air.
“Fine, sure.” Mohinder’s toes were clenched.
Sylar unlocked the car. “Ok then,” he led them into the store.
~*~
Around three that afternoon, when the subs and chips were long gone, Mohinder spoke again.
“How long exactly are you planning on … keeping us?” he asked, glancing sideways at Sylar.
Sylar shrugged. “That all depends. That man will be keeping your friends busy. At least, that’s what he told me. Did Peter Petrelli survive, by any chance?” his tone was casual, but Mohinder knew how much Sylar despised Peter.
“Um … yeah. He’s alive. Different … but alive. His brother Nathan – who flew him up – didn’t make it.” Mohinder watched with mild amusement as Sylar held back a snarl.
“If Peter’s alive,” Sylar spat the word. “It’ll be a while before anyone comes looking for us. Oh, there’ll be the occasional searcher, but they’ll all be so concentrated on fighting each other that they won’t be able to spare any bodies to find us! It’s just too perfect …”
Mohinder scowled visibly.
After a few tense minutes, Sylar twisted around in his seat. “So, Molly, you can find people, wherever they are?”
“Yes,” Molly said slowly.
Sylar mulled this over. “Could you please tell me where Peter Petrelli is?” he asked in his nicest voice. Mohinder clenched his teeth as Zane sat next to him in a car once more.
Molly bit her lip. “I need maps … and a pushpin.”
Sylar sighed heavily. “Ok, Mohinder: pull off the next exit that has a mall. We need clothes anyway.”
Mohinder raised his eyebrows.
“What? If we’re going to be traveling for a long period of time, we might as well have extra shirts!” Sylar glared out the window. “Honestly …”
Mohinder bit back a response and took the next exit that advertised restaurants, a Barns and Noble, and an Old Navy.
When Mohinder turned off the car, he looked at Sylar questioningly.
“Ok, this is how it’s going to work,” Sylar glanced at Molly briefly – as if he was afraid to look her in the eyes. “We’ll get your clothes first, then Mohinder and I will get clothes, then we’ll stop at Barnes and Noble.”
Mohinder raised his eyebrows again. “Why?”
“Because we’ll all go crazy unless we’ve got something to do besides glower at each other and sleep,” Sylar jumped out of the car and stretched. “Come on,” he flung their doors open with a flick of his hand.
Molly yawned and twisted around a bit, Mohinder leaned from side to side, carefully shutting the TK-abused car.
~*~
Holding back laughter as Sylar stood amidst pink shirts emblazoned with kittens, hearts, and Bratz logos – all of which Molly refused to touch, as she despised an excess of pink – Mohinder tried to figure out how on earth Sylar was going to pay for all of this. Molly’s jeans alone cost a small fortune, and they still hadn’t gotten to the men’s section.
Yet, at the register, Sylar pulled out a large wad of bills – authentic, as far as Mohinder could tell – and a nod was all Mohinder needed to know he was carrying the bags.
~*~
The bookstore had soft jazz playing from the speakers in the ceiling as Sylar grabbed an atlas and some road maps. Mohinder saw his father’s book on a display and felt sick as Sylar too that as well.
Get your blood-soaked hands off his work … Mohinder glared.
Sylar smirked and shoved the books at him. “You carry them,” he said, searching through the office-supply shelves and holding up a box of tacks. “Will these do?” he asked Molly. She nodded, and he tossed them at Mohinder.
They seemed to go through the entire store, Sylar randomly grabbing The Divine Comedy or The Complete Works Of Shakespeare or The Annotated Alice. Mohinder cautiously selected works that were sitting on the selves back in his apartment, so far from here … and wondered if he’d ever see his original copies again.
Sylar selected some truly random CDs in the music section. Opera, The Ramones, some rap. “You want anything?” he asked, but Mohinder shook his head.
Sylar shrugged. “How about you?” he asked Molly’s shoes.
Molly stared at him. “Anything I want?” she asked, awestruck.
“Sure, why not,” Sylar and Mohinder watched as she darted around the aisles, returning with Green Day, Evanesence, Avril Lavigne, and the Dixie Chicks.
They paused near the children’s section.
“Do you like Harry Potter?” Sylar asked after a pause, glancing at Molly.
“Yeah …” she eyed him curiously.
He handed her the seven-book box set. “Knock yourself out,” he began to head for the registers.
Molly gasped, and Sylar turned around.
She was staring a shiny black book with a pair of eyes – one green, one purple – on the cover. “The new Brian Loveless book!” she stared. “It’s out!” she squeaked, then looked up at Sylar. “Could I –?” she looked worried.
“Sure,” Sylar headed to the front of the store – unable to face those eyes for long.
Molly held the book reverently, like she was touching some kind of holy relic. She grabbed the first Brian Loveless and followed him and Mohinder – who was almost staggering from the weight of all the books and trying to keep the CDs from sliding onto the floor.
~*~
After an hour or so on the road, Sylar twisted around in his seat. “Molly, could you possibly tell me where Peter Petrelli is?”
Molly’s lips squirmed in consideration.
“It’s ok, Molly, Sylar’s not going to hurt him. He wants to make sure we’re not being followed.” Mohinder fervently wished that Peter would somehow find them, kill Sylar, save them … but that was too much to hope for. Even if Peter found them – without any kind of tracking system – Sylar has murdered him before.
Molly rummaged through the bags and found a large atlas and selected a red tack. Her eyes fluttered a lot and she feverishly turned the pages of the map before pressing the tack into downtown NYC.
“He’s in
Sylar stared at her. “If you’re lying, you’ll end up like your parents.”
“Sylar!” Mohinder yelled, but Sylar clamped his mouth shut with telekinesis.
Molly gasped, eyes brimming with tears. “I’m not! I can’t lie about where people are! It doesn’t work like that!” she tried to slide farther back in her seat. “You were nice back at the bookstore, what’s wrong with you?!”
Sylar’s menacing expression switched to shock. Without a word, he turned back around and stared straight ahead, looking slightly … hurt?
Mohinder felt the telekinesis lift, but he didn’t say anything to Sylar. Without a word, he stuck his arm into the backseat and squeezed Molly’s hand three times.
~*~
Another night, another motel 8. Molly scrambled into her separate room with a bag of clothes and the Brian Loveless books, shooting a terrified look at Sylar and a concerned look at Mohinder before Sylar slammed the door shut with his mind.
Mohinder stared at the twin bed, fear and horror that had been building up all day sinking in. He closed his eyes and braced himself … but there were no obscene lips on his skin, no hands in forbidden places, his clothes were still on.
There was a hint of amusement in Sylar’s voice when he said:
"I thought we'd start with the List tonight."
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Date: 2007-08-11 05:10 am (UTC)I went to Dunkin Donuts this morning! OMG! Lol.
Molly's still nine in this fic, right?
<3 <3 I can't wait for the next chapter.
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Date: 2007-08-11 03:19 pm (UTC)Yay! I was worried!
I like Sylar and Molly and Mohinder shopping. Lol. And poor Mohinder carrying everything :(
Heh, I thought it was too cracky sometimes ...
XD. I like Molly's taste in music lol.
Me too!
Molly's still nine in this fic, right?
She's ten, almost eleven. That's what I've decided.
<3 <3 I can't wait for the next chapter.
Erm ... this upcoming week'll be tough ... dress rehearsals, the preformances, my birthday ... I'll try my hardest ...
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Date: 2007-08-11 06:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-11 03:21 pm (UTC)It was a nice continuation and left me wanting more.
My evil cliffhanger of doom is horrible, isn't it?
I really like how you portray Sylar.
Thanks!
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Date: 2007-08-11 08:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-11 03:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-11 03:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-11 03:24 pm (UTC)Good! I was worried it wouldn't turn out right ...
Molly is love.
Isn't she?
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Date: 2007-08-13 02:39 am (UTC)Um ... since 'moar' isn't that likely this week, would you mind elaborating as to what exactly made you go 'yay'?
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Date: 2007-08-13 05:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-13 07:11 pm (UTC)Wow. I have odd friends ... where does one FIND dinosaur comics? I'm addicted to manga - and am broke because of it.
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Date: 2007-08-12 02:10 am (UTC)You should post some Brian Loveless, the title got me interested..
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Date: 2007-08-13 02:48 am (UTC)Awww ... *blushes*
I don't think it was boring or anything, I was interested throughout the entire chapter.
Yay! I love getting worried over nothing!
I especially liked the interaction between Sylar and Molly, I see where you are going with that 'innocent' thing. It's extremely nice.
Yeah, Molly's a great addition to this. Without her it would be 'sex, angst, and depression' but she adds the innocent-child thing to it ... Sylar is so pwned ...
You should post some Brian Loveless, the title got me interested..
Umm ... about that ... I've got more about Azazeal (or Azazel, I haven't decided yet) who kinda guest stars in the Brian Loveless series ... and Brian turned into a Jekyll/Hyde thing before I could blink, practically bashing Azazeal's head in and then Samell decided to smut it up 'for the fans' and ... I'll post the clips I've got so far, possibly tonight/tomorrow morning ...
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Date: 2007-08-13 03:21 am (UTC)*implodes from all the praise but dies happily*
*spits soda all over screen*
*wipes off your computer* You've gotta be careful! (I found that passage to be a bit tense and scary, not funny, but, there ya go ...)
The fact that Sylar is controlling things down to bodily movement blows my mind in such a naughty way.
*has given me naughty ideas* Sylar's such a perv, he'll make Mohinder suffer ...
I like when he orders Mohinder around or when he just takes charge period, or how he 'pays' for things.
I love it when they go domestic myself ...
Ha ha this is my idea of romance...
If it weren't for the rape and the threatening of a little girl's life, this would be so cute ...
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Date: 2007-08-12 12:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-13 03:26 am (UTC)She has MY taste in music ... well, I like classical, opera, musicals, and metal, but the stuff she picked out I also adore. Molly will listen to metal in time ...
Never heard of "Brian Loveless" though.
That's because it is not a finished book yet ... I'll post clips tonight ...
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Date: 2007-09-01 11:26 am (UTC)It's so friggin' good...
“But he’s hurting you. Does that mean I’m not cooperating with him?”
*hugs Mohinder and Molly*
That line almost made me cry! I love the idea of this fic and where you are taking it...very creepy but at the same time amusing ;) Sylar's reactions to Molly are priceless!
*waits on the edge of her seat*
more please...
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Date: 2007-09-01 10:24 pm (UTC)*blushes and beams*
*hugs Mohinder and Molly*
Oh, major hugs all around!
That line almost made me cry! I love the idea of this fic and where you are taking it...very creepy but at the same time amusing ;) Sylar's reactions to Molly are priceless!
I'm taking it wherever Sylar wants to go ... he leads me onward in bizarre ways ... and he and Molly are WONDERFUL together, aren't they?!
more please...
Part 3 (klunky, weighted down with Romeo and Juliet references from when I was in the play, and given a dose of IMDb crack) should be up before this Tuesday. As shall a few other fics. I'm working on it ...