Don't Be Bashful, I Don't Bite

[splice_of_life]

"Don't Be Bashful, I Don't Bite"
Who: Mohinder, Sylar, etc


He's nervous, sitting in the car for almost half an hour..  The man on the phone had been the only one, so far, that would talk to him.  Well, besides Nathan Petrelli's brother, of course.  Not that the boy had anything to really go on.  Zane Taylor might very well be the key that he needs to find so that his research makes sense again.  So that he can carry on with his father's work.

Pulling up his jacket, though it's not really that cold at all in Virginia, Mohinder raps lightly on the door and waits.  He can hear movement in there and it causes him to rock forward on his toes, teeth indenting the inside of his lower lip.

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[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

Mohinder sucks his lower lip into his mouth, thoughtful himself. "I know you really do not know me all that well, but--" If they can snog like that, they can at least talk like friends. "Perhaps I can listen just the same?"

[heroslayer]

Sylar considers this for a moment, the frown unmoving, and then leans away again. If they're going to have a serious conversation, they need to not be tangled up in each other's arms, as much as he'd like that.

"I need to tell you something, but I don't want you to be afraid." It's a silly thing to ask of him, he knows -- Mohinder's going to panic the second he tells him, if not beforehand -- but he can't help it. It's human nature to preface things like this with things like that and, as much as he likens himself to God, he is still human. He only hopes he can control the damage or, more specifically, the fear.

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

"What at all would I have to be afraid of? If your power can be dangerous, there are precautions, I'm sure." Still, Mohinder sits, pulling his legs beneath him. He's ready to listen and, according to his thoughts, to comfort. "You're a good man, Zane."

[heroslayer]

"Zane might be, but I'm not Zane."

He straightens slowly, losing the awkwardness he carried around around for all to see while pretending to be the musician. His eyes are old now, sharp and knowing, his presence overwhelming. If they were somewhere public, all eyes would turn to him now, however briefly, and through no use of power. Predators just tend to draw attention, and that's most definitely what he seems to be now, having gone from kitten to tiger in all the time it took to sit up straight.

"You wanted to talk to your father's murderer. So talk." A beat, and then he amends, "And before you start, no, this isn't a joke. My name is Sylar." As far as he can remember, this time around Mohinder never named his father's killer, so the fact that 'Zane' knows it should be as good a tip off as any.

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

The soft, sweet, understanding smile has been replaced by something else. It's not Mohinder's fault that he's frightened. He's seen how his father died in the back of that taxi cab and he's been shown the follow of trust so many times before. Now, shirtless, having just been curled up with a man he thought he'd like to get to know, it's been revealed how pathetic he truly is.

Everything hurts, from the tip of his tongue to the base of his spine.

"Sylar--" No one but Mohinder can ever say his name like that. It's soft. It's beautiful. And it's incredibly frightened. Almost bitter. He nearly cracks his head open trying to get away.

[heroslayer]

He catches him telekinetically, righting him so that he doesn't end up accidentally killing himself, but doesn't pin him. He glances to the door instead, and it locks loudly, trapping Mohinder in the room with him.

"So much for not being afraid, but I wasn't expecting much," he mutters, planting his hands behind him on the bed so he can lean back on them. "I'm not going to hurt you, Mohinder. Or Dale. Or whoever else. Do you really think I would've told you the truth if I planned on any of that?"

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

The stream of Hindi that passes Mohinder's lips? Absolutely not the nicest. Sylar's heard it all before, though. Their time together in their little haven, on their road trips, and what have you, has taught the man the basics of swearing in the other man's native language. He struggles. Of course he struggles.

"You kill people! You're a psychopath!" he says through gritted teeth. He feels used. He feels guilt. He's impossibly hurt by this.

[heroslayer]

"I used to kill people," he corrects, sighing. He knew this was a bad idea -- he should have just left it alone and continued pretending to be Zane. At least then he would have had Mohinder and he wouldn't be sitting here, practically very literally feeling the other man's hurt as if it was his own. He blames having Peter's power, taken from Arthur, in addition to his own means of taking without killing and looks away. "People change."

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

"It's been weeks!"

People don't change that fast!

[heroslayer]

"Not for me." Cryptic, he knows, but he's not sure he wants to get into the whole We Were Together Once thing this soon. One thing at a time. "I didn't kill the real Zane. I sent him off to his parents' house in North Carolina. I even gave him a way to control his power so that he wouldn't hurt anyone he cared about."

Not that Zane probably recognized it as such, but when he touched his mind to order him away, he intentionally left him with a better understanding of his ability, too. The act of charity had mostly been for his own benefit -- he didn't want Mohinder finding an article about an entire family murdered by melting rather than an obituary, just to have history repeat itself -- but he's not going to admit to that if it makes him look good.

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

"Am I just meant to believe you? I know you killed my father. I saw it." He's stopped fighting it now. It's impossible to really do so. He's just tiring himself out and while he's sure it amuses Sylar, it doesn't help him figure out a way to get out of here. "I've seen your apartment. I know all about you!" Well, not all about him, but no matter.

[heroslayer]

"I'm not denying I killed your father." His first words concerning the truth had been to say he was Chandra's murderer, after all. "And I can take you to Zane if you want proof. I know where he is and I can get us there quicker than driving. We'll be back in time for dinner."

Actual dinner -- he still has no intentions of killing Dale. Not that Mohinder knows his metaphors for murder usually revolve around food. Contrary to popular belief, Mohinder doesn't know him half as well as he thinks, having seen his apartment or not.

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

No one knows he's here. No one can come to save him. He has no choice. He's under Sylar's mercy and it's not where that he wants to be. Trying to control his breathing, Mohinder licks his lips. "Why did you kill him?" One track mind? Can you blame him? "Why do you want to hurt people? You were nothing but kind to me-- Oh." An act. Obviously.

[heroslayer]

"It's a long story. Both of them are, actually. But me being nice to you wasn't an act." That's a long story, too, but at least he can get around telling it. Hopefully, he can get around telling any of them until after Mohinder's seen proof. "Like I said, people change."

He holds out a hand to him, slowly and carefully, not wanting to startle him further if only because it would be counterproductive. "Now, do you want to see that I'm telling the truth about Zane or not?"

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

"You know I've never met him. You could show me anyone." Mohinder is not going to take that hand, not at the moment. He doesn't draw it back to himself either. All that Mohinder knows is that Sylar killed his father at this point. He had no idea how his power works and with Dale being alive and no obituary on Zane Taylor, he might come to believe that Sylar's never done any killing save for here or there.

He screws his lips, forehead creasing.

"You'll tell me why you killed my father when he cared for you!"

[heroslayer]

"... Good point." He honestly didn't think of that, too concerned with proving himself to Mohinder, and he frowns, taking his hand back.

He settles back on the bed, sighing. "He didn't care about me. He made me think he did -- so much so that I ... " He pauses, searching for a word for it. Before meeting the last Mohinder, he would have said he loved him, but after, he's not sure that's the right word for it anymore. According to that Mohinder, after all, there are different types of love, and he certainly didn't love Chandra in the same way he loves Mohinder. He makes a face, and finally a good way of putting it comes to him.

"I looked up to him. He was like -- like a father to me, I guess. And then the second he thought maybe I wasn't his Patient Zero after all, he threw me out." Another pause. "I killed Brian Davis for him, for his telekinesis because I wanted to impress him. Because I couldn't stop myself. It wasn't enough for him, though. I guess nothing ever was."

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

"That's what happened then?"

Mohinder's picturing Sylar as the scared man who covers his furniture in plastic, who, at thirty something, has a single bed, who puts his books in glass cases. He's imagining how scared he was to lose the affection of a man that Mohinder's done terrible things for as well for attention.

Not quite murder, but-- But he understands.

He swallows. "Accidents?"

[heroslayer]

Sylar doesn't quite follow, and he looks at him, confused, before shaking his head. "I killed your father on purpose. He broke my heart, so ... I guess I thought he deserved it."

He's too lost in old memories to bother reading Mohinder's mind to see if that's what he was actually asking. He touches his fingers to his chest absently, where Mohinder's ring is safely hidden away.

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

Mohinder's hair almost seems to droop before he looks away. At least Sylar's honest, though that's so much harder to forgive. These moments are unbearable, but Mohinder finds a way to suffer through it because he has no other choice.

Sylar killed his father out of heartbreak. And then attached himself to his son for...what?

"What's the point of me?'

[heroslayer]

"Destiny," he answers, offering him a thin smile. His fingers haven't left his chest. "Beyond that, it's another long, complicated story. I'm not even sure you'd believe me. You didn't want to at first last time, even when I had proof."

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

"Last time?"

Mohinder's spoken of fate not long before, but that was when he was being kissed by shy, outwardly one hundred percent straight and really very attractive Zane Taylor. Not his father's killer.

"Telekinesis. Metalurgy...what else can you do? Have you taken my memories?"

[heroslayer]

"I can do more than you've ever dreamed possible, Mohinder. And for more than half of them I didn't hurt anyone." What happened to the last universe's version of him doesn't count. He's pretty sure he can't be blamed for murdering himself. "And where I'm from, I didn't have to take anything. You ... "

He trails off, shaking his head, and huffs out another sigh. As much as he has no desire to tell the story again, he's going to have to and he's going to have to start at the beginning, or nothing he says is going to make the least bit of sense. Wonderful.

He drops his hand away from his chest, his skin running riot as it shifts to push Mohinder's ring on its chain out from under it. He lifts it up, once his flesh settles, letting the Indian see what it is, and then curls his fingers around it protectively, lest he try to take it from him as the last Mohinder did. "I'm from a few years into your future. You knew who I was, what I was, and we were together."

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

He's seen these films and doesn't quite care for them. And still, and still he's blushing. Luckily, there's no need to worry about it being seen, though his sudden bow of his head is a precursor to the thoughts going through it.

He knew where to touch. How to kiss. How to compliment. All spot all. All perfectly.

A mad man and a murderer is with him in his future.

"Were? What happened to me then?"

[heroslayer]

"There was a fire. You ended up dead." He's explained this twice now, and it's yet to hurt any less. He looks away, fidgeting with the ring, the thing obviously some sort of security blanket for him. "I can do so much, so many amazing things, but I couldn't save you. I couldn't bring you back.

"I tried going back to right before it happened, but I screwed it up. I ended up going back about a year rather than a few hours." And by then and even without his influence, things had already changed. His younger self never showed up to keep Mohinder from using the formula. And so on and so forth.

[splice-of-life.livejournal.com]

"And did... I die again?" No. Mohinder'd rejected Sylar. Not purposefully. But he will never know the whole story. He ends up backing up to the door. "Is this how it goes? You keep coming back--" For him. It's flattering, it is. And twisted at the same time. "What do you want?"