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Drawing Julian McMahon

Sun, 12 Apr 2009 22:11:50 GMT

Julian McMahon is one of my favorite actors of all time. And he's very talented. My fave role would have to be John Grant or Cole Turner. (Even though the stupid charmed writers ruined his character) So I decided to try my hand at drawing him. I really hope I got it to look like him. *crosses fingers*

Tools:
-2H, HB, B, 2B, 3B, 8B pencils
-kneadable eraser
-tortillions
-tissues
-q-tips
-ref pic

Time: 18-20 hours

http://raindragonx.deviantart.com/art/Julian-McMahon-118409569 (Link to my deviantart)

Iron Man

Mon, 23 Jun 2008 20:18:07 GMT

Does anyone else think that this song goes almost perfectly with the movie? I really hope someone on Youtube makes a music video with this after the movie comes out on DVD.

On the ground I lay
Motionless in pain
I can see my life flashing before my eyes
Did I fall asleep
Is this all a dream
Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare

I will not die (I will not die)
I will survive

I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when your beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
In my time of dying

On this bed I lay
Losing everything
I can see my life passing me by
Was it all too much
Or just not enough
Wake me up, I'm living a nightmare

I will not die (I will not die)
I will survive

I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when your beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
In my time of dying

I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I feel alive, when your beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
In my time of dying
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
I will not die, when your beside me
I will not die, I'll wait here for you
In my time of dying

It's Not What You Think

Fri, 20 Jun 2008 17:58:29 GMT

Tite: It's Not What You Think
Author: Cryokinesis21
Paring: Sylar/ Mohinder
Rating: T???
Summary: Molly walks in on Sylar and Mohinder playing a game. (Not what you may think.)
Disclaimer: I don't own them... sadly
Spoilers: None

Molly had just gotten home from school. She opened the door to the apartment and stepped inside. She couldn't wait to show Mohinder and Sylar how well she had done on her math test. She set her bag down and walked towards the living room, but stopped when she heard talking.

“Sylar! You're doing it all wrong!”

“No I'm not! Leave me alone!”

“No no! Jerk it!”

“Shut up!”

“Higher! Sylar!”

“I'm trying!”

“You gotta be quick! Faster!”

“I can't!”

“Fine leave it! Just concentrate! You're missing them!”
“Mohinder! Shut it!”

There's a moment when it's totally silent, followed by a cracking noise. Molly runs into the living room, ignoring the voice in her head saying: “You know what happened last time you walked in on them.” But she didn't care.

“Oh hey Molly.” Mohinder smiled. “Home already?”

Molly stared at the broken pieces of a guitar on the floor before answering. “Yeah, what are you two doing?” she said while watching at Sylar sulk in the corner.

Mohinder smirked. “I was trying to teach Sylar how to play Guitar Hero III. But he doesn't get that you can lift the guitar up when all the lights light up to earn more points.”

“Oh.” was all the little girl could say.

“Plus it doesn't help when he keeps missing the notes too.”

“It's a hard game.” Sylar mumbled.

“Be that as it may,” Mohinder said. “you didn't have to break it. And you were on easy mode!”

Sylar just continued to sulk in the corner.

Molly didn't say anything, she was still thankful that she didn't walk in when Mohinder and Sylar were doing... things... again. She shuddered when she thought back to it. Mohinder noticed.

“What's wrong?”

Molly snapped out of her reverie. “Nothing, I was just glad that was all you were doing was playing a game.”

Sylar perked up and Mohinder's mouth opened slightly. “What do you mean by that?”

But Molly just smiled and walked to her room. Mohinder turned to Sylar. “She thought we were... you know...”

Sylar walked over to his boyfriend. “Who knows.” he said as he wrapped his arms around the other man. “But you know,” he smirked. “you and me could go play a better game right now.”

Mohinder smiled, which egged Sylar on even further. “And the best part is that I already know how to play.”

Fanart: Robert Downey Jr.

Sat, 07 Jun 2008 19:17:12 GMT

Title: Robert Downey Jr.
Tools:
- 2H, HB, F, 2B, 3B, 6B pencils
- blending sticks (tortillions)
- eraser
- paper
- referance picture

Time: 18 hours

I saw Iron Man and just had to draw him! He is such a wonderful actor! :) Small view below. Click "read more" for a larger view. And if for some reason the picture won't show up, click this: http://raindragonx.deviantart.com/art/Robert-Downey-Jr-87956934 to see it on my Deviantart account.

I Hope You Dance

Sat, 03 May 2008 03:39:02 GMT

Title: Hope You Dance
Author: Cryokinesis21
Pairing: Sylar/Mohinder
Rating: T??
Summary: Mohinder hears a song on the radio and asks Sylar to dance with him.
Disclaimer: Heroes belong to NBC. Not me, obviously. And the song doesn't belong to me either.
Spoilers: None... I think.

Mohinder opened the front door of their house and stepped in. After a hard days work all he wanted to do was come home and spend time with his family. The room he entered was quiet, which was quite strange. “Sylar?” he called, while taking off his shoes.

“In the kitchen.” came his Sylar's reply.

The genetisist walked into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck. “What're you doing? You hate doing dishes.” Mohinder asked. Sylar just shrugged. “I dunno, just wanted to do something nice for you.”

Chuckling slightly, Mohinder leaned his head on Sylar's shoulder. “That's a lie. Molly's just not here to do it for you.” he finished, his fingers tracing the other man's jaw line. Sylar moaned and splashed the Indian man with the dish water.

Mohinder frowned. “You are evil.”

“I know.” Sylar smirked.

“Well,” Mohinder sighed. “I have a little paperwork to do. I'll be done in a bit.” he kissed Sylar once on the back of his neck and left for the living room. Sylar turned his attention back to the work at hand and moved quickly to finish the job.

In the living room, Mohinder turned on the radio and sat down. He pulled out his bag and took a small stack of papers out of it. Grabbing pen, he started to grade papers.

The song on the radio changed and Mohinder found that he liked how it sounded.

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder

You get your fill to eat

But always keep that hunger

May you never take one single breath for granted

God forbid love ever leave you empty handed

I hope you still feel small

When you stand by the ocean

Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens

Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

Suddenly he looked up and Sylar was standing in the doorway smirking to himself. The ex-killer was starring at Mohinder, lost in thought.

“Did you finish the dishes?”

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

I hope you dance

I hope you dance

“I got bored.” Sylar snapped out of his trance. He twirled his finger around. Mohinder could tell he was using telekinesis to wash the remaining dishes in the sink. “Besides, this is way easier.”

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance

Never settle for the path of least resistance

Living might mean taking chances

But they're worth taking

“Dance with me.” Mohinder said as he stood up. He walked over and pulled Sylar into the dimly lit room.

“What?” Sylar sputtered, caught off guard.

Lovin' might be a mistake

But it's worth making

Don't let some hell bent heart

Leave you bitter

When you come close to selling out

Reconsider

Give the heavens above

More than just a passing glance

Mohinder snaked his arms around Sylar's neck. “C'mon.” he urged. Sylar obeyed. He placed his own arms around the other man's waist and linked his hands together. Mohinder rested his head on Sylar's chest as the two of them swayed back and forth with the music. Sylar placed his head on top of the shorter man and closed his eyes.

I hope you dance

I hope you still feel small

When you stand by the ocean

Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens

Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

“Sylar...” Mohinder whispered.

Sylar opened his eyes and looked down at his lover. “Hmm?”

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance

Dance

I hope you dance

I hope you dance

“I love you.”

Sylar starred down at Mohinder like he was the only person in the world that mattered. And to him he really was the only one. He leaned down and caught the Indian man's mouth his own. He made sure it was gentle so it wouldn't ruin the mood that had built up.

“I love you too.” the watchmaker smiled.

I hope you dance

Pic: Sylar and Peter

Sun, 27 Apr 2008 22:39:28 GMT

Title: Sylar and Peter (Or on dA it's Heroes: Day Meets Night)
Medium: Pencil
Time: 8 hours or so
Tools:
-3H, 2H, HB, 2B, 4B, 6B pencils
-Tissue
- Eraser

A picture that I drew a little while back. First time I have ever drawn Peter before in my life. And Sylar didn't quite turn out like I would have liked. Oh well.

Skittles

Fri, 18 Apr 2008 21:22:41 GMT

Title: Skittles
Author: Cryokinesis21
Pairing: Sylar/Peter
Rating: PG13?
Summary: Based on a magazine page that asked some actors what their favorite Holloween candy was, and Zachary Quinto said Skittles. :) So I made Sylar like Skittles too.
Disclaimer: Heroes belong to NBC. Not me, obviously.
Spoilers: None... I think.

***

“What are you doing?” Peter said as he snaked his arms around the neck of his lover. The former nurse planted a soft kiss on the side of Sylar's neck.

“Eating Skittles.” Sylar replied with half of his mouth filled with the colorful candy. “What does it look like?”

Peter ran his hand through Sylar's short hair. “I never knew you liked those?” he said as he played with a strand that he had accidentally pulled out. Sylar growled a little. “Stop pulling my hair!”

“Oh c'mon, it was only one hair.” Peter pouted.

“Still.” Sylar grumbled.

Peter released his hold on the ex-killer. He could take losing this one argument with Sylar. “Ok, you wanna go do something?” he smiled and tilted his head in the direction of the hallway. And everyone know where that always leads to.

“I dunno.” Sylar said, popping another candy in his mouth. “Maybe later.”

If his mouth could hit the ground, Peter's would have. He couldn't believe it. Sylar was blowing him off for a box of Skittles of all things! Peter was a little disappointed. Sylar took the box and poured half of the skittles into his mouth. After that, Peter couldn't take it anymore. He snatched the red box from Sylar's hands and ran down the hall.

“Peter! Give those back!” Sylar yelled and ran after him.

But Peter was already hiding in the kitchen. Sylar charged in and chased his boyfriend around the table, over the table, and under the table. Peter could go through the table but Sylar couldn't, so that's why he ran smack into it.

“Had enough?” Peter teased as he stood over his lover. When he didn't get a response he ate of the candies. “Mmm, orange is good.” he smirked.

Sylar narrowed his eyes. “You bastard, give them back.”

Peter put his hands on his hips. “I get the feeling you love these stupid candies more than me.” he said and dropped the box on Sylar's chest.

“You know that's not true.” Sylar shot back.

“Prove it.”

Smirking, Sylar jumped up and gently grabbed Peter on the arms and threw him on top of the table. The ex- serial killer then leaned down and caught Peter's mouth in his. Nipping his lover's bottom lip, Sylar whispered. “As you wish.”

The box of Skittles lay on the floor forgotten.

Little Too Far

Thu, 28 Feb 2008 03:04:33 GMT

Title: Little Too Far
Author: Cryokinesis21
Pairing: Sylar/Mohinder
Spoilers: None
A/N: I know I like doing pranks on Sylar, but these were actually one's that were pulled on me last night and I decided to make Sylar the victim of these harmless, but annoying jokes.

Poking his head into the room, Mohinder took a quick scan around. It was the same way he had left in a couple minutes before. Molly came up with a jar in her hands, she unscrewed the lid and held it out for Mohinder. He reached inside and grabbed the tiny object. Smirking ever so slightly, he tiptoed into the room. The occupant of the bed was snoring softly under all the covers, his left arm was the only part that was totally visible. He carefully set the small creature on Sylar's open palm and walked back to the door.

The little creature crawled his way around Sylar's hand, feeling that it accomplished all that it was going to on that part of the arm, it decided to go somewhere else. Like up Sylar's arm for instance.

At this time, Sylar opened his eyes a fraction to see what was disturbing him. Tilting his head slightly, he spotted the brown hairy spider crawling closer. Suddenly his eyes jerked wide open and he shot out of bed faster than Mohinder had ever seen him move. The poor spider was flung into the air and Sylar half screamed half cursed as he fell over backwards.

“What the hell?!?!”

He directed his glare to the person laughing in the doorway.

“Sorry.” Mohinder managed to choke out. Tears were starting to well up in his eyes because he was laughing so hard. “I owe Molly ten dollars now.”

“Why?” Sylar snapped.

“She bet that you would scream like a girl.”

Sylar growled, Mohinder even swore he saw his teeth glint in the darkness.

“Hey,” the doctor said raising his hands in a surrender position. “I defended you.”

Sylar just glared.

***

Later that night, as if they hadn't bothered the poor guy enough, they tried a different joke that they saw in a movie. Unscrewing the can, Molly made sure Sylar was asleep, she was not going to get herself killed over a little prank. Feeling satisfied, Molly nodded to Mohinder who took the can and emptied its contents onto the unsuspecting man's hand. White cream shot out until he thought there was a decent size glob on Sylar's palm.

He signaled to Molly who produced a feather from her back pocket. Slowly she brought it up to Sylar's face, silently praying that she would see tomorrow. The feather brushed against the sleeping man's nose, the results were just as planned. As soon as the tickling registered in his brain Sylar brought his hand over to make it go away.

Wrong hand.

Shaving cream smeared all over his face and some got into his hair. The pair fled the room in hysterical laughter.

Sylar woke up and touched his face. When he looked at his hand he growled. “They are SO dead!”

***

The morning after the shaving cream incident, Mohinder was sitting at the kitchen table reading the morning newspaper when he looked up. Molly was at the sink filling a tall glass with water. Cold water by the looks of it.

“Molly? What's that for?” he asked.

The girl turned around and walked towards him. “Nothing.” she smiled.

Mohinder didn't buy it but let it go anyway. Instead he busied himself with the paper again.

Molly opened the bathroom door and slipped in. She grabbed the chair that sat against the wall and positioned it next to the shower. Stepping onto it, she was just able to reach over the shower curtain. Slowly she brought the glass upwards.

Mohinder was suddenly jerked out of his thoughts when he heard an echoing shout.

“HOLY SHIT THAT'S COLD!”

He ran to the hallway as Molly was running out of the bathroom. She tossed the glass at him and ran to her room giggling. A second later Sylar came out clad in only a towel. His hair was wet and water was dripping everywhere. He was clearly pissed off.

He eyed the empty glass. “You.” he growled.

Quickly putting two and two together Mohinder realized what Molly had done.

“Oh crap.”

***

“Sylar!” Mohinder called. “Sylar we're sorry!”

After Sylar's encounter with the cold water that same m, they decided they should tell him they were sorry. The two probably went a little far with the jokes. One or two would have been fine, but not three. They wanted to tell him, but couldn't find the man anywhere.

“Molly, find Sylar.”

She concentrated. “He's here... but that's impossible.”

“Not with Sylar.” Mohinder mumbled.

Unbeknowst to them, the person they were looking for was right over their heads. Literaly. Sylar sat with his legs crossed indian style on the ceiling, invisible obviously. He had aquired this “static cling” ability quite recently that allowed him to stick to any surface. The invisiblity he got from a random person, not Claude by the way.

“Mohinder...” Molly said softly.

“It's ok Molly,” Mohinder replied. “go get ready for school.”

She nodded and went to go get her backpack from her room.

Mohinder watched her go. He sighed and ran his hair through his dark curly hair. They never meant to tick Sylar off this much, it was only supposed to be a few harmless pranks that's all. “Damnit...”

Still on the ceiling, Sylar watched his boyfriend pace around the room looking all kinds of nervous. He smiled, they totally deserved this. His smile turned into a frown when he thought of those pranks they pulled. They nearly gave him a heart attack more than once, and in two days! He didn't enjoy that very much.

“C'mon Sylar.” Mohinder pleaded. “Come out.”

Sylar shook his head, even though no one could see him. He didn't care.

“If you come on out I'll do anything!” Mohinder shouted. He really didn't mean anything it was just one of those things you say to make someone do something. Right?

At those words Sylar's ears perked up. Smiling evily, he detached himself from the ceiling and landed silently on the floor below. Luckly Mohinder had his back to him, well lucky for Sylar. The Indian man didn't even notice anything until it was too late.

Sylar leaned so his mouth was next to Mohinder's ear. “Boo.”

Mohinder jumped at least a foot or two into the air. If this was a cartoon he would've gone through the roof. After he got his breathing under control he turned around to see Sylar smirking like the Chesire Cat.

“God, don't do that ever again!”

“Serves you right.”

Mohinder was silent.

“Now,” Sylar said and grabbed Mohinder by the collar, ignoring the yelps of protest. “time to pay up.”

Being dragged to their bedroom was not exactly what Mohinder called fun, but he doesn't say anything. Looking down at his watch, he shrugged. They had a couple minutes to kill before he had to take Molly to school.

Just a Little Fun

Sat, 23 Feb 2008 05:42:55 GMT

Title: Just a Little Fun
Author: Cryokinesis21
Pairing: Sylar/Mohinder
Disclaimer: Do I even have to say?
Spoilers: None that I'm aware of, but everyone should've watched at least season 1 by now
Summary: Mohinder and Molly play a mild prank on Sylar.
A/N: Don't know where this came from, just popped into my head.

“Ready?” Mohinder whispered.

The girl nodded. “Yep.”

Mohinder gave her the thumbs up sign and entered the room where his boyfriend was. Sylar was sitting in a chair with his back towards Mohinder. He was so engrossed on the book he was reading that he didn't even hear the other man walk into the room.

“Sylar.”

Sylar looked up. “Oh hey, did you know that watches-” he was cut off by Mohinder swooping down and catching his lips in a firm but gentle kiss. As they were doing this Molly snuck underneath the table. After a moment she crawled back out and yanked on Mohinder's pant leg. This was his signal to break the kiss, even if he didn't want to.

They pulled apart, both desperately needed air.

“Wow.” Sylar said, still trying to catch his breath.

Mohinder jerked his head in the direction of their bedroom. “Coming?” he said and started walking.

Almost immediately Sylar jumped up to follow, but something happened. As soon as he took a step he lost his balance and fell over flat on his face. Growling slightly, he looked at his shoes, they were tied together.

“Hey, coming or not?”

“Coming.” Sylar called as he tried to untie his shoelaces. He was going to retie them when he thought better of it. Shrugging his shoulders, Sylar tossed the shoes away from him and followed Mohinder. They were going to come off anyway.

Just a Typical Day

Wed, 20 Feb 2008 01:28:34 GMT

Title: Just a Typical Day
Author: Cryokinesis21
Pairing: Sylar/Mohinder
Disclaimer: Do I even have to say?
Spoilers: None that I'm aware of, but everyone should've watched at least season 1 by now
Summary: Mohinder is busy soSylar goes with Molly on her class field trip to the zoo.
A/N: This was written extremely fast becasue I have a ton of homework to do

“Can you sign this?”

Mohinder turned to his daughter. “Sure, what is it?” he asked and she handed him the slip of paper. He read it silently to himself. “Oh,I remember now. Do you still need chaperone's for this?”

Molly nodded. “Mrs. Thompson says that we need a couple more parents. She doesn't trust us apparently.”

The geneticist chuckled. “I wonder why.” he stated.

“Can you come?”

Mohinder bent down and kissed the top of her head. “I can't, I have to work tomorrow.”

“It's ok.” Molly said.

Mohinder hated this, she was making him feel bad without even trying to. “Sylar could go.”

Molly's face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Yeah!”

“I was only kidding.” Mohinder said while raising an eyebrow. Sylar and a zoo probably don't mix very well. Mohinder shook a mental image away. Yeah no, they defiantly did not go together at all.

“It'll be fun.” Molly said and ran off down the hallway. She opened the last door on the right and looked inside. Sylar was sound asleep under a ton of blankets and sheets. All you could really see of him was the upper part of his head. The clock next to the bed said 12:34 pm. Sylar should be up by now, it was half past noon.

Molly stepped back a few feet and launched herself on the bed. She landed with a small thud on the huge mass of blankets called Sylar. He groaned and pulled the covers further over his head.

“G'way.” came the muffled voice. “Leb me avone!”

Molly translated this as: Go away and Leave me alone.

“Wake up sleepyhead.” she said as she shook him a little. “It's past noon.”

“So.”

“C'mon.”

“No.”

This was going nowhere clearly. It was in that minute that Mohinder decided to see what Molly was up to. He stood in the doorway looking at the peculiar scene before him. Molly was perched on top of a pile of blankets and somewhere under there supposedly was his boyfriend. The little girl pointed at the blankets and shrugged her shoulders. Mohinder smirked and walked over. He motioned for her to move and she obeyed. Carefully he positioned himself and yanked Sylar off of the bed. Blankets and all came crashing down on the hardwood floor.

“What the- hey!” Sylar yelped in surprise.

He pulled the blankets off his head so fast the static made his hair stand straight up, almost as if he stuck his finger in an outlet or something. It was quite a sight especially since he was still half asleep.

“That was not nice.”

“I know.” Mohinder laughed and crossed his arms across his chest.

After pulling himself free, Sylar laid back down on the bed and turned so his back was to the people who had disturbed his slumber.

“Sylar!”

“No.”

“SYLAR!!!”

“Fine!” he gave in and pulled himself into a somewhat sitting position. “What is so freakin' important?!”

“Can you chaperone Molly's class field trip tomorrow?”

Sylar starred at him with a blank look on his face. “You gotta be kidding me.”

“You gotta be kidding me!”

Molly hit Sylar on the arm. “Don't yell, people will think you're crazy!”

“Not like I haven't heard that before.” Sylar muttered.

Molly rolled her eyes.

They were waiting for the other children and their parents to arrive so they could leave. Sylar had got them there early enough, but some weren't as on time as they were. So everyone had to wait for the stragglers.

Molly spotted her teacher coming over to them. Sylar groaned. “I'm going back in my truck.” he said and turned to leave. Molly grabbed his arm and tried to pull him back. She dug her heels into the ground to stop him.

“You're supposed to be good.” she warned. “Or I'll tell Mohinder.”

Sylar stopped. “Fine, but the only reason I'm even doing this is because he said he would do that thing-”

“Ew!” Molly made a face. “I don't want to know. I just got that last image of you two out of my mind.” she made another face.

“You should have knocked.”

She was about to say something when her teacher interrupted them.

“Molly?”

The owner turned around to face her teacher. “Yes?”

“Dr. Suresh called and said that Mr.Gray would be helping us out today.” she turned her attention to Sylar. “That must be you.”

Sylar didn't particularly like being called by his former name, but he had promised Mohinder to be good. “Yes, that's me.”

“Great. Now we're just waiting for the last few parents to show up.” she said and handed him a piece of paper. “Here's a list of the kids in your group and the other group you are paired with.”

Sylar took the paper that was handed to him. “Ok, thanks.”

Then Mrs.Thompson went away to attend to other matters that needed her attention. Sylar watched her retreating figure and instantly didn't like her. Typical.

“C'mon,” Molly tugged on the sleeve of Sylar's jacket. “everyone is getting on the bus. She ran to the bus and Sylar followed after her.

The ride there took about a half hour or so. The bus pulled up to the entrance of the zoo and stopped. Mrs. Thompson then gave a speech about the way they are to behave because they represent the school and so on and so forth. By this time Sylar really wanted to rip her head open, he doubted she had an ability, but she was just do damn annoying. He even raised his finger once, but Molly smacked it back down and threatened to tell Mohinder on him. To kill someone he really didn't even need to use move finger. Molly had even teased him on several occasions of being overly dramatic. He just said it looked cooler.

“Everyone ready?” Mrs. Thompson called. “Good. Let's go.”

They filed off the bus and the parents starred to gather their group together. Sylar ducked his head as he exited to avoid smacking his head on the top of the door. He took the piece of paper out of his pocket and unfolded it.

“Who are these people?”

Molly took the paper from him, she looked at the name of the group they would be partnered up with and groaned. “Wonderful.” she muttered.

Sylar with all of his super hearing, heard her of course. “What?”

“Nothing.” Molly lied.

“Your heart rate changed. Don't lie to me.”

“Rats.” Molly sighed. “We got partnered with David Stevenson's group.”

“So?”

“I hate him.”

“Why?” Sylar asked.

“His dad hates gay people.”

Sylar didn't like the sound of that very well. “Ok, I'm defiantly killing him.”

Later the parents managed to locate and round up their kids. Then the groups met up and went to different parts of the zoo. Sylar and Stevenson set off together. All the way Sylar kept glancing at the other man. He was about 6' , he wasn't a small man, but not incredibly large by any means.

Sylar smirked. Yeah, I could totally take him.

The group went to see many exhibits and saw a ton of animals. About two hours into the trip Sylar was bored out of his mind. He did however like the penguins. Molly had no idea why but he did. When they were there he had his face almost pressed up against the glass. She had to practically pry him away when it was time to move onto the next animals.

The trip was going fairly well until David would not for the life of him, leave Molly alone. He kept taunting her and saying he would tell his dad that she had two dads. Finally Molly had enough and punched the obnoxious boy square in the face. David stumbled and fell down on the cement. He clutched his face and quickly stood up. His dad came running and David pointed an accusing finger at Molly.

“She punched me!”

Sylar stood between Molly and David's angry parent. He narrowed his eyes, daring Stevenson to even think about attacking his little girl while he was there. Now, David's dad wasn't a stupid man, well at the moment anyway. He knew that Sylar stood a good four or five inches over him and was bigger than he was.

“I think she owes David here an apology.”

“I don't think so.” Sylar said. “David owes Molly the apology, not the other way around.”

David held his had to his bleeding nose. “And he's gay.”

Sylar smirked. “Let's leave that out of this kid.”

Stevenson glared at Sylar, who in turn calmly starred back. “What? Have a problem with me?”

“C'mon dad!” David shouted. “You can beat him!”

Sylar sighed, in all the world why did he get stuck with the most annoying kid on the entire planet? Life just wasn't fair sometimes. And worst of all, David was one of those kids you just wanted to choke until his head popped clean off. That was a fun mental image and Sylar chuckled to himself.

Stevenson took a step forward and threw a punch at Sylar, who easily dodged it. He threw another but the same thing happened, all he met was air. Sylar was growing bored of this after he dodged about ten punches. He flicked his wrist and the other man was hanging upside down, it looked like he was suspended by invisible wires.

Molly was laughing but immediately stopped when she saw Mrs. Thompson coming over to investigate. She hoped her teacher didn't see much of the fight.

Molly hit Sylar who then released Stevenson from his telekinetic hold. The man fell with a dull thud on the ground.

“What's going on here?”

Sylar tried to arrange an innocent look on his face. “Nothing, he tripped that's all.”

Mrs. Thompson turned to the man on the ground. “Is that right?”

He took one glance at Sylar who made a cutting motion across his throat with his index finger. Stevenson nodded. “Yeah.” he managed to spit out.

Seemingly satisfied she turned to go, giving Sylar a glare before she walked away. He just stuck his tongue out at her back as she left. Molly smacked him for like the hundredth time today.

“Put it away.”

Sylar brought his tongue back into his mouth. “You are no fun.”

Then he glanced at the man who was still on the ground. “And by gay, you mean happy right?”

Stevenson nodded several times.

“Good.” Sylar smirked.

The two came through the door at about six o'clock. Mohinder was already home with dinner waiting for them. They took off their shoes and walked into the kitchen where food was waiting for them.

“So how was the zoo?”

“Incredibly boring.”

Mohinder frowned. “Well what about you Molly?”

“It was fun, though the best part was Sylar showing David's dad who was boss.”

Mohinder turned to Sylar who tried to walk back out of the room before he was spotted. He failed.

“Sylar.”

“What? He called me gay! And not the happy kind!”

“Sylar you are and did he really?”

“Well no, but his kid did.”

Molly told Mohinder the entire story top to bottom and Mohinder wasn't exactly pleased to hear she had punched someone. But Sylar said it was beautiful and it hit right in the middle of the ungrateful brats face. Mohinder glared, but it did little to distract Sylar off the point.

“Alright, he deserved it.” Mohinder admitted. “But you are not going on anymore of Molly's field trips.” he said pointing a finger at Sylar, who just shrugged.

“Do you have homework to do?” Mohinder asked Molly.

She nodded in response.

“Go get starred and I'll bring you dinner in little bit.” he said.

Before going to her room she hugged Sylar around the waist. He just smiled and hugged her back. Then she left the room to begin her work.

“Mohinder?” Sylar asked.

“What?” he replied while he prepared Molly's dinner on a plate for her.

“Can we get a penguin?”

Fic: Candy Hearts

Fri, 15 Feb 2008 00:53:41 GMT

Title: Candy Hearts
Author: Cryokinesis21
Paring: Sylar/Mohinder
Summary: Sylar gives Mohinder a little Valentine's Day gift.
Disclaimer: Not even close
Spoilers: None
A/N: This is my first fic posted on my journal because I just recently got an account and discovered this site, yeah slow I know. Don't rub it in.

“What are these?” Mohinder asked while holding the tiny candy between his thumb and index finger. Sylar looked up from the magazine he was reading. “A candy heart.” he said simply. “Why did you buy it if you didn't know what it was?”

The geneticist sat back in the couch. “I didn't. Molly brought a whole bag of them home from school.”

“Yeah, it's Valentine's Day.”

“What?”

Sylar forgot that in India they probably didn't celebrate this holiday like they did here. Not to mention this was the first one they were sharing properly. The last time they forgot it was Valentine's Day, and the time before that.

“A day where couples show how much they mean to each other.”

“Oh,” said Mohinder, his eyes fell to the letters on the small candy. “well this one says 'Be Mine' on it.”

Sylar walked over to the Indian man and planted a firm kiss on his lips, and smirked. “Oh I'll be more than that.”