for thetenspot: ten new year's kisses

i.

"I have something for you."

Mohinder looks up, smiling. "What?"

His fingers curl around the box in his pocket. It's not a ring, that part of their relationship almost two weeks behind them, but it's just as good and he's just as nervous. So much so that he finds he can't find the words, no matter how much he wants this.

Somewhere in the distance, bells toll the start of the new year, giving him an out, and he darts around the table to crush his lips against Mohinder's, wordlessly. He has all the time in the world to ask later.



ii.

The new year comes with a raucous cry and an explosion of color, and despite the fact that he was damn sure he wouldn't be awake to see it, the sound is more than enough to rouse him from dozing. He shifts a bit, straying just far enough away from Claire to glance at the clock, and then he curls up around her again.

He waits, counting the minutes until the fireworks stop making the shadows shudder, and leans to brush a kiss over her lips. She smiles against his mouth, never really asleep either, and kisses him back, softly.



iii.

( "It's midnight on the East Coast." )

Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 1000
Note: Each of these ficlets are 100 words exactly. May I never, ever decide I want to do something like this again.

for theatrical_muse: what does your future look like?

( Cut for spoilers for Heroes 4x14 - Let It Bleed )

Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 373

for writers_muses: end of an era (rp with its_notluck)

To say that Claire was tense at the moment was putting it mildly. Lately, ever since her phone call with the real Sylar, she had been on edge. The knowledge that he was coming to find her because she had his body and he wanted to get it back bothered her more than she cared to admit. It wasn’t so much about seeing him that was going to bother her but more because having him there meant that Nate would be disappearing.

As it was, she had a hard time leaving him alone for a long time. Right now she was curled up against his side, waiting quietly for the fateful phone call that would come and let her know that Sylar was nearby. At least that was the way it was supposed to go.

That was the way it was supposed to go, but Sylar had never been one to stick to a plan that wasn't his. That in mind, it probably should have come as no surprise that rather than a phone call, there was a swift knock on the door, Samuel poking his head into the room a moment later.

"He's here," he announced, looking sharply to Nate before returning his eyes to her. "It's time, Claire."

Claire looked at Samuel before sitting up slowly, the information sinking in quickly that Sylar was there. She wasn't at all surprised that he hadn't called her but she still couldn't help the slight irritation that flashed across her features before she hid the reaction and looked over at Nate. She hoped the guilt wouldn't be evident as she gave a weak little smile and a nod. "Okay."

What was she supposed to say to him? She couldn't tell him outright that they were going to face Sylar and he was going to disappear after all. So she settled on touching his shoulder as she started off of the bed. "Come on."

( Nate watched Samuel retreat, and then shot Claire a glance. No one had bothered to fill him in on the plan, and between that and the guilt that fishtailed across her face, he wasn't so sure he liked whatever was going on. )

Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 4025
Notes: Samuel is offering_hope, and is all mine to use and abuse. The use of Matt is not directed at any particular journal.