Points: 7
Days to complete: one week (last day to post is sunday, june 27)
Rules: must be 30 seconds long (give or take a few seconds if necessary)
Rating: k+
Category: kinda humorous
Summary: directly after the events of "brave new world" peter takes everyone to angela's house.
Prompt: task 1-prompt #8; A sleeping bag, a dining table, and the butler.
Why was he not surprised that the Petrellis had a butler?
“May I take your coat, sir?” said butler asked Sylar as he followed Peter through the security door of
Sylar still wasn’t sure why Peter had brought them here, other than the fact that it was in walking distance from central park…until he saw his new friend run straight into the arms of his mommy, hugging her tightly.
“I missed you,” Peter murmured into her neck. Angela stroked her son’s hair.
“You too, my dear.” They let go and Angela’s eyes shot to the others standing in the hallway. Sylar, Emma, Claire, Noah, Lauren, Hiro, and Ando.
“Oh, um…can they stay here?” Peter asked awkwardly. Angela sighed.
“I’ve already had their rooms prepared,” she informed him, displaying her precognitive ability. Peter hugged her again.
The butler set out some food on the dining table and everyone stuffed their faces. Then Angela showed each person to a room… except Sylar.
“I’m sorry, dear,” she said to him, “I’m afraid there just aren’t enough rooms for you.”
“Not enough rooms,” Sylar repeated, raising an eyebrow. He somehow found that hard to believe. I mean this was a mansion after all.
“Mom, that’s a lie!” Peter screamed.
“No, it’s not dear. Since you and your brother moved out I’ve converted several of the bedrooms into workout rooms.”
“Workout rooms?” Peter said skeptically.
“And such things,” Angela added.
“Mom, you hate exercise!”
“Regardless!” Angela shrieked, “There simply are not enough rooms for Gabriel!”
“Oh that’s okay, I can share with Claire,” Sylar said, putting his arm around his favorite cheerleader.
“Eww,” she said, shoving him away.
“No, no, no. That will not do either. However you may take this.” she tossed him a green bundle. Peter looked at the package in shock.
“A sleeping bag, mom?! Really?!”
“Its okay, Peter,” Sylar said softly.
“See?” said Angela, “He’s okay with sleeping on the floor! He’s probably used to it!”
“Wow, mom. You wanna try to offend the rest of my guests too? Why don’t you ask Hiro if he’s gonna want sushi for breakfast?!”
“You are lucky I’m letting Gabriel stay in my house at all! After what he did to our family!”
“Sylar just saved Emma! He saved all our lives!”
“One good deed can not make up for his past.”
Peter groaned. “Whatever. Come on, Sylar, you can sleep in my room.”
“Peter, you only have one bed,” Angela reminded him.
“I know.” Peter responded. “I don’t care!” And with that he took hold of Sylar’s arm and dragged him away into his bedroom.
alrighty gs did you like that?
now today will probably be my last day to post pics for this task, so im gonna spend the rest of my time trying to write as many as i can before i have to post this. lets see how many i can get...
got one!
Rating: k+
Category: angst/romance
Summary: sylar tries to apologize.
Prompt: task 1-prompt #14; A steak knife, a damp towel, and a shower curtain.
Sylar really hated being stabbed.
He pulled the steak knife out of the back of his head and grimaced, because well, it was painful. What did he need to do to get the message across that the back of his head was no longer his one and only weak spot? Maybe he should tattoo it across his forehead. Please don’t stab me, it won’t work. Yeah, that’d be just lovely.
To his disgust, he glanced in the bathroom mirror and saw that those words were actually written across his forehead in ink. Albeit backwards, but the message was clear. The ink stayed there for a moment before floating back to its normal position on his arm in the form of Claire Bennet’s face. Stupid empathy.
It had been her that stabbed him. He’d only tried to apologize, tried to start building those bridges he always talked about.
“Apology not accepted,” she’d said, directly before stabbing him in the back of the head with a steak knife.
It was hopeless. Sylar sighed and stripped off his bloody clothes. Maybe she’d never see him as anything but a monster.
He pulled away the shower curtain and climbed in, letting the steaming water run over his body. He lathered shampoo through his hair and tried to get all the blood out. He tried not to picture Claire’s face in his mind. Her look of revulsion. She’d tried to kill him. She’d actually tried to kill him.
Sylar turned off the water, and wrapped a towel around his waste, then realized he now had the dilemma of if he’d rather put his blood soaked clothes back on, or call Peter and see if he would bring him some clothes. He settled for collapsing on the bed in a pathetic heap.
Well, at least she hadn’t actually managed to kill him.
That would have put quite a damper on their relationship.
and another!
Title: Hair Today...
Rating: k+
Category: we'll just go with gen. though i meant it to be kinda romance.
Summary: claire dyes
Prompt: task 1-prompt #5; A comb, a damp towel, and someone's grandmother.
A few days before she turned twenty, Angela helped her dye her hair.
She was startled by her own reflection the first time she looked in the mirror. Angela let her long locks tumble out of the damp towel and began combing them out. It was brown. She’d never had brown hair before.
But hiding was becoming unbearable. She was tired of running. She just wanted to be normal. Maybe she shouldn’t have jumped off the Ferris wheel.
She ran into Sylar the next day. She smiled as an utterly confused expression crossed his face.
“…Claire?”
“Sylar.”
“You…you…”
“Was there something you wanted? And close your mouth. It’s rude to stare.”
“I…”
“Spit it out, already!”
“I…uh…Peter wants you at headquarters. Something about that pyro on news.”
“Oh, okay…That it?”
“Yeah.”
“Fine then.”
“Claire...?”
“What?”
“I hate it.”
She knew he was talking about her hair. She didn’t care in the slightest.
“Good.”
haha and another!!
Title: Cat!
Rating: k+
Category: humor
Summary: mr. m goes for a walk.
Prompt: task 1-prompt #15; A dog leash, a picnic bench, and a pair of socks.
Twenty minutes later, they were out the door, and Mr. Muggles was skipping along, feeling the wind in his fur! Suddenly he saw a cat!
Cat!
Cat!
Cat!
Cat!
Cat!
Mr. Muggles chased after the thing, dragging Lyle along with him. Unfortunately, the pesky feline ran up a tree, and all poor Mr. Muggles could do was bark at it.
“Ruffff ruff ruffufufuruff!” (That’s dog for “F U!”)
Lyle sat down on a picnic bench, exhausted.
well...i got 3. not bad for an hour.
that's 6 total. i wish i would have had time to write more! D: bleh maybe i'll ask hob if i can put a few in her post. idek.
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