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01 January 1990 @ 02:33 am
New chapter!  
Time for Chapter 2!!!

Title: Unexpected
Author: lp_slash_queen (me)
Pairing: Sylar/Mohinder
Summary: Sylar saves Mohinder, but why?
Rating: PG-13 (Violence/Language/Rape/Mpreg)



Title: Unexpected

Author: Kinata Rin

Fandom: Heroes

Pairing: Sylar/Mohinder

Rating: PG-13 (Violence/Rape/Language/Romance/Mpreg)

Summary: Sylar saves Mohinder, but why?

Disclaimer: I don't own it! Never will! Wish I did, but I don't!

Author's Note: Meow! I really love this pairing! Er… funny story of how I started writing this story. I was in a minor car accident and came home that night and started writing my first Mylar fic. This was the result. Enjoy!

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Unexpected

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Chapter 2: What the future holds…

Mohinder blinked as he stared at the drawing. Sylar then let out a sigh and stared at Mohinder, biting his lip and waiting for a reply.

"That's not possible." Mohinder finally said after a while. Sylar blinked once more. "It's just not."

"Well," Sylar began. "I can draw the future and the future is almost never wrong." He replied.

"Almost." Mohinder pointed out. Sylar stood up and sighed once more.

"Just…whatever, I'm going to the store and getting a test." Mohinder rolled his eyes.

"Fine, but I'm going to laugh when you're wrong." He replied. Sylar rolled his eyes then grabbed his coat and left. Mohinder stared at the picture again then looked down at his stomach. He blinked and shook his head. "Impossible."


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Sylar walked into his apartment and let out a sigh. It was quiet. He raised his eyebrow. Too quiet.

As he walked into his room he found Mohinder curled up in his bed asleep…again. Sylar sighed.

"Great." He said sarcastically. "How did I get myself into this?" Sylar walked over to Mohinder and sat down next to him, unconsciously stroking his hair. The geneticist let out a soft whimper. "That's right… I saved you." Sylar sighed and let his hand fall to his side. "But why?" He stared at Mohinder. "Why can't I bring myself to leave you here? Why can't I bring myself to kill you?" Sylar thought for a moment. "Why couldn't I do it before? What is this feeling you give me?" He stared for a moment then yawned. It was late, nearly midnight. He stood up, turned out the lights and crawled into his bed next to Mohinder. Almost instantly he found himself staring at the geneticist once more, then he couldn't help but extent his hand and caress the other's cheek. A chill ran up his spine as he watched his pale hand meet the contrasting dark skin of the geneticist. It felt soft and smooth under his fingers. Mohinder moaned slightly then drifted deeper into his sleep. Sylar smiled as one word came through his lips.

"Beautiful."


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Mohinder shifted and found he was not alone in the bed. He opened his eyes quickly and met Sylar's sleeping face. The man was out cold. Mohinder blinked and felt himself go hot and blush as he realized that Sylar's arms were wrapped around him. He blinked several more times and stared at Sylar. The man's touch was soft and warm; hands slunk lazily at Mohinder's hips. The geneticist swallowed hard and tried to maintain breathing normally. He glanced out the window. It was barely light out, probably not even seven. Mohinder let his eyes scan over Sylar's features. He wasn't at all bad looking. Maybe even a bit…sexy. Mohinder blushed deeper at this thought. Sylar's lips were slightly parted, allowing air to drift in and out. Mohinder sighed and yawned. The darkness of the morning sky made him feel tired again. The without warning Sylar pulled him closer in his sleep. Mohinder sighed again and let his head fall to the other's chest and let his eyes fall shut. Soon he was asleep again.


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They woke at the same time. Sylar's eyes met Mohinder's. They blinked and stared at each other. Sylar blushed slightly. Mohinder smiled and laughed somewhat.

"Good morning." He greeted. Sylar frowned slightly and sat up. He yawned. Mohinder smiled.

"Sorry about that." Sylar said softly as he stood up. "I guess I was really tired."

"It's ok." Mohinder replied. "You've let me stay here and you didn't have to." Sylar looked down at him.

"I got the test." He said. Mohinder blinked and laughed slightly.

"You still believe in you so called 'vision'?" Sylar rolled his eyes. "It's not physically possible." Sylar grinned.

"Then take the test. Prove me wrong." Mohinder laughed and rolled his eyes.

"Fine." He said. "And when I prove you wrong I'm going to laugh hysterically." Sylar sighed and shook his head.

"Fine." He reached in a bag and threw the box to Mohinder. The geneticist stood up and proceeded to walk to the bathroom. Sylar sighed and sat down. A sudden shock of reality hit him. "What if…? No…" He looked down at the floor and sighed again. Never had he felt so strange. Never had he felt so lost. He rubbed his head and groaned. "What am I going to do?" The Sylar flinched as he heard a sharp sound emerge from the bathroom. He looked up to see Mohinder standing there, a blank expression on his face. Sylar blinked as Mohinder fell to the ground. He had fainted. Sylar sighed and began to move Mohinder to the bed.

"Great."


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Mohinder opened his eyes slowly and Sat up. He looked around. Sylar was gone.

"That's great." Mohinder groaned and held his head. It hurt and there was a bump on it. He must have hit his head when he fainted. He looked around again. A note was posted neatly on the side of the dresser.

Mohinder, I went to the store to get some food.

After all you're gonna need it.

I decided that I'm going to let you stay here, if you don't mind sleeping in the same apartment with a wanted killer.

-Insert evil laugh here-

Mohinder laughed slightly at this.

Oh… and by the way… I hate to say I told you so…

But I did.

"Funny, real funny Sylar."

And I'm bringing home dinner.

I'm not going for that whole "I'm not hungry" bit again.

You're eating! Got it?

Mohinder sighed and lied back down. He closed his eyes and groaned at the sudden realization of the predicament he was in.

"This is great, just great!" He said sarcastically. For a moment he just sat there. Then he got up, got dressed, nd walked into the living room. He looked around. Although Sylar kept his room clean, his living room was a mess.

"Well, looks like there is something I can do." Mohinder said to himself as he began picking up trash and organizing stuff. He stopped for a moment. "This is going to take a while but… there's nothing else to do."


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Sylar sighed, unlocked his door and walked in. When he did he was surprised to find that the place had been cleaned spotless. He blinked and set the food down on the counter. Mohinder was lying on the living room floor staring up at the ceiling.

"I think you went a bit overboard." Sylar said as he looked around. Mohinder looked over at him.

"I was bored and this place was a mess compared to your room." He replied. Sylar laughed slightly.

"Well…thanks…I guess." He said. Mohinder stood up. "Did you get my note?"

"Yes."

"Good. I meant it when I said you're gonna eat." He replied.

"Actually, I am hungry." Mohinder said. "What are we having?"

"I'm cooking Italian." Sylar replied. Mohinder blinked and stared at him. "What?"

"You cook?"

"Yes." Mohinder laughed. "What?"

"I think… I just decided I lost my appetite." Sylar rolled his eyes.

"And why is that? I'm not a bad cook." He said as he began to take out the food.

"No, that's not what I'm afraid of… it's what you will put in it…" He replied. Sylar blinked. "Considering you main liking includes brains." Mohinder giggled uncontrollably. Sylar laughed slightly and sighed.

"Why does everyone think that I eat their brains?" He asked. "I do not eat them I just…" Sylar paused. "You know what, nevermind, I'm not discussing this with you." Mohinder continued to laugh.

"Brain eater!" He laughed. Sylar looked over at him and smiled as he watched him.

"You seem to feeling better." He said as he began cooking. Mohinder finally stopped laughing and looked up at Sylar.

"Well… I guess… I don't know." He replied. "It's still kind of hard to believe." He said. Sylar sighed and looked away. "It's kind of funny you know."

"What's funny?" He asked with a look of confusion. Mohinder smiled.

"You and me… not trying to kill each other. It's odd, but funny." He replied. Sylar smiled back and laughed.

"Well…" He began. "Whatever." Sylar sighed and stopped what he had begun to say. Mohinder looked confused. Sylar shook his head. Mohinder stood up and walked around into the kitchen.

"What are you cooking?" He asked as he peered over the other's shoulder. Sylar blinked.

"Spaghetti." He replied as he looked back at Mohinder, who was now extremely close to him. There was an awkward silence. Mohinder grinned.

"Brain eater." He laughed. Sylar put down his spoon and whirled around. Mohinder began to back away slowly as Sylar came nearer to him.

"Fine, you asked for it." Sylar grinned. Mohinder turned and began to run. Sylar began to chase.

"Oh no, I'm sorry! I won't say it again." Mohinder said as he ran around the couch to avoid Sylar.

"Oh no you don't!" Mohinder tried to escape, but was caught and pinned against the couch by Sylar. Mohinder was easily overwhelmed by Sylar's strength. Sylar stared at Mohinder, who had a questioning look on his face. Sylar immediately felt a surge of dominant energy course through him as he stared at the helpless prey beneath him. "Take it back." He said with a grin as he leaned closer. Mohinder grinned.

"Or what?" He challenged. Sylar grinned, his breath coming out in heavy pants. He leaned even closer in. Their lips were now less than an inch away.

"Do you really want to find out?" Sylar questioned. They stayed like that for a moment, staring at on another. Then suddenly Sylar was off of Mohinder and running into the kitchen. "Fuck!" The spaghetti had boiled over just in time to relieve Mohinder from his punishment. The geneticist touched his lips softly and grinned as he blushed. He let out a light laugh and stood up. "Well, dinner's ready."


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"How do you think it happened?" Mohinder asked suddenly as they sat at the table, dinner almost complete. Sylar looked up.

"What?" He asked. Mohinder leaned back in his chair and looked over at Sylar.

"You know… me… pregnant." He replied. Sylar's face reddened slightly as he looked away.

"Well, you were raped." He said. Mohinder shook his head. "What?"

"A pregnancy test wouldn't show results that early." The geneticist replied. "And I haven't been with anyone lately… at least not that I know of…" Sylar looked away.

"Not that you know of…" He repeated. Mohinder looked up. "Or that you remember."

"What?" He asked. "What are you talking about?" Sylar sighed and looked up at him.

"You remember when I was pretending to be Zane Taylor?" Sylar asked. Mohinder nodded. "Remember when we were staying at the motel and we got kinda drunk?"

"Yeah, I remember, I woke up with a bad hangover. You brought me coffee and asked me if I remembered what we did …that…night…" Mohinder's eyes widened. "No…" Sylar sighed.

"Yeah…" He replied. Mohinder stared at Sylar.

"We… you and me…" He said. "Did we?" Sylar blushed and nodded. "Oh my god. Why didn't you tell me before?"

"I don't know, I didn't think this would happen!" He replied. "I didn't even think this was possible." Mohinder sighed. "Listen…I'm sorry." Mohinder didn't respond. Sylar stood up. "I'm gonna wash the dishes."


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After dinner Mohinder sat in front of Sylar watching him wash the dishes. Sylar blinked and raised an eyebrow.

"What?" He asked. Mohinder shook his head. "Are you still mad?"

"No." The geneticist smiled. Sylar sighed in relief and smiled back. "By the way, dinner was great." He said. "And I take back what I said about you eating brains."

"Good. I won't have to punish you." Sylar grinned. Mohinder laughed and shook his head, then yawned.

"I'm tired, I'm going to bed." He said as he stood up and began to walk toward Sylar's room. Sylar looked up.

"Why do you always get my bed?" He asked. Mohinder turned around.

"Because your bed is soft and well… I'm pregnant with what is most likely your child. That's a reason." He replied.

"Hn, hardly…well…I'm sleeping in my bed." Sylar replied. Mohinder smiled.

"Well so am I." He said. Sylar paused.

"Well…fine…then were both sleeping in the bed." He said, not taking it seriously. Mohinder grinned.

"Fine."

After that Mohinder got changed and got into bed. Sylar finished up the dishes and walked in his room. He sighed.

"I didn't think you were serious." He said. Mohinder smiled.

"Well, I was." He replied. Sylar sighed, got dressed and got into bed.

"Fine." He said. "Good night." Sylar then used his ability to shut off the lights. A chill ran up Mohinder's spine as the room went dark.

"Good night." He replied.

Then it was silent.

Sylar lied on his back as Mohinder lied on his side, facing Sylar. This silence lasted for a while. Neither of them slept. The bed shook as turned on his side and faced Mohinder. Mohinder licked his lips and swallowed. The darkness around him was cold, that was until Sylar sighed and wrapped his arms around the geneticist. Mohinder gasped at this sudden action.

"Is that what you were waiting for?" Sylar asked. Mohinder blushed in the darkness and leaned his head closer to Sylar's. The silence set in again. Sylar's breaths were sharp, but smooth. This told Mohinder that he was still awake and contemplating something. Sylar smiled and gave up. He had been thinking about it all day and that incident early had pushed him to do it. Mohinder gasped as their lips connected, allowing Sylar to push him back and deepen the kiss. At first he didn't react, he was too afraid to, but then after a moment he closed his eyes and gave into the kiss, letting out a soft moan. Sylar's lips were soft and his grip firm, yet gentle. Their tongues connected and Mohinder moaned. The kiss was passionate but at the same time gentle and soft. After a few moments Sylar pulled back. There was silence and sounds of their breathing. Sylar stared at Mohinder in the darkness, waiting for a response. Mohinder smiled and cuddled closer to Sylar. Sylar smiled.

"Goodnight."

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Finally I have finished Chapter 2! Sorry about making you wait so long. For that I made this Chapter twice as long. So I hope you're happy. . Love you all! Chapter 3 is on the way!
 
 
 
exangelineexangeline on July 31st, 2007 07:57 am (UTC)
Cuuuuuute... ^///^
This is gorgeous!
:] You're a fantastic writer.
I reviewed the first chapter of this on FF.net, no?
oximore: frenchoximore on September 28th, 2007 11:02 pm (UTC)
O.O
An Mpreg! Whoa I love it! (Sylar, daddy?! Uho! That will be really really strange lol!)