Fanfic and Ramblings

Found this sitting on my computer and decided to share. I wrote this in about 20 minutes, so be gentle.

Title: The Strike
Rating: PG-13 (just to be safe)
Pairing: Mylar
Warnings: OOC, cracky, drabblish....

Mohinder walked into his apartment thinking about how dull life had become recently. After all the excitement, everything just seemed to fade away until he was left with days that consisted merely of waking up, getting Molly to school, going to work, picking Molly up, coming home, cooking, and going to bed. At least Matt was gone. After Nathan had been shot, Matt took it upon himself to become Nathan's new bodyguard. Dealing with the mind reader on top of the boredom would have been too much.

When Mohinder noticed Sylar sitting on his couch, he immediately regretted complaining about the boredom.

"Sylar," he hissed.

"Mohinder," Sylar replied with a grin as he stood up.

"What do you want? I don't have the list and I already gave you your cure."

"Actually," and here Sylar, believe it or not, started blushing, "I'm bored. It seems like there hasn't been anything to do for a couple months now."

Mohinder stared at the man, unable to believe what he was hearing. "You're bored?" Sylar nodded. "And so you came to see me?"

"It's not like I really know all that many people. And haven't you been bored too? I've watched you for a couple weeks now. Same thing everyday, it's got to be getting old."

"True," and here Mohinder shrugged, walked over to the couch, and collapsed onto it. "What do you suggest we do to alleviate this boredom?"

When Sylar's only response to the question was to let his eyes wander over every inch of the doctor, Mohinder grinned and led the way to the bedroom.

Several hours later, the two were sitting in the dining room eating and reading the newspaper.

"Hey, the writer's strike ended," Sylar shared as he read the entertainment section.

Mohinder considered this for a moment. "At least we'll have some new television to watch," he said, and continued eating.

Alright, my family and I got to talking about the episode "Five Years Gone" and we're all wondering the same thing. Why is everyone worried about killing Sylar (apart from him being an exceptionally hot serial killer) when Peter's the one that's going to explode? And that led to this absolutely horrible OOC crack!fic.

Title: The Meeting
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG-13 to be absolutely safe
Pairing: Mylar, Hiro/Ando
Summary: Ummm.... Isn't Peter the one that's going to blow up?
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“Okay, now that we’re all here, we need to discuss what to do about the upcoming threat,” Nathan stated as he looked around the room. Sitting to his left was his brother Peter. Directly across from him sat Mohinder and Sylar, with Sylar scooting his chair closer to Mohinder every couple of minutes. Next to them and across from Peter sat Ando and Hiro, also a little closer than Nathan felt entirely comfortable with. Granted, they had to share a chair (there hadn’t been enough to go around) but it still disturbed Nathan to see Hiro sitting on Ando’s lap so comfortably.

“I’m going to explode soon,” Peter added unnecessarily. This announcement didn’t have quite the reaction he was hoping for. Mostly everyone stared at him like he was an idiot before returning to their own tasks: Nathan posed as only a politician could, Sylar moved his chair closer to Mohinder, Mohinder shifted to the other side of his chair, Ando whispered in Hiro’s ear, and Hiro giggled.

“Anyway,” Nathan began, gaining everyone’s undivided attention immediately, “I think we should focus on killing Sylar.”

“Hey!” Sylar yelled only to be ignored even more thoroughly than Peter had been moments before.

“Oh, yes. That is what I told me in the future. I can stab Sylar with my sword!” Not even Sylar could refrain from smiling at the boyish enthusiasm Hiro displayed.

“But he’s not the one that’s going to explode,” Peter threw out. “I am. What will stabbing him do?” Unfortunately for Peter everyone maintained their focus on Hiro.

“That’s right. Your talent is time travel, isn’t it?” Mohinder asked. Peter felt a little bit better about being ignored when he saw Sylar pouting over Mohinder’s interest in Hiro.

“Yes. I will be a hero!” Hiro proclaimed sitting ramrod straight, and almost pulling Ando off the chair. “We saved the cheerleader, now we save the world.”

“When future Hiro stabbed Sylar, he regenerated because he had killed the cheerleader. This time he will die. Then New York will be safe,” Ando added.

“Fascinating,” Mohinder breathed. Sylar’s nostrils flared and he grabbed Mohinder’s arm, pulling him close so Sylar could whisper something in his ear. All eyes turned towards them, including Peter’s, although he was still trying to figure out why everyone was ignoring the fact that he was the one who would destroy New York. Then Mohinder started replying to Sylar’s whispers. “No. That will not happen again… Yes, but now I know the truth… I know I enjoyed it… Not if you swear a thousand times… Stop that… I’m fully aware how skilled you are with telekinesis… Oh fine. Let’s go then,” and Mohinder stood up, Sylar leaping out of his seat like an exploding kernel of popcorn.

After the two of them practically fell out of the room, Sylar in Mohinder’s arms kissing him for all he was worth, Peter looked at the other three. “Even if we kill Sylar, I’m still going to explode.” If he had actually been expecting a response, he would have been disappointed. Luckily, Peter was intelligent enough to recognize a pattern when it slapped him across the face.

“So, you actually did get the sword from Linderman,” Nathan said, looking at the sword Hiro proudly carried.

“Thanks to you Flying Man.” Hiro paused, and then looked at Ando. “What was Scientist Man doing with Scary Man?” Ando leered at Hiro and slid his hand down to Hiro’s thigh.

“I can show you back in our hotel room.”

As the two of them left, slightly more presentable than the previous two had been, Nathan hollered behind them “Same time tomorrow!” and then he and Peter gathered their jackets and started to walk out of the room.

“So do you think we can actually discuss how to stop me from exploding tomorrow?” Peter asked as they disappeared down the hallway. Anyone listening would have known immediately that these two were brothers by the exasperation and annoyance coloring Nathan’s response.

“Honestly Peter. Does it always have to be about you?”

Okay, so here's my first story. Please be kind!

Title: Last Resort
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: JD/Cox
Summary: What else is left?
Warning: VERY dark. And OOC.

Perry didn’t bother sitting up when he heard the door open, or even when he felt the bed dip under the weight of his visitor. He didn’t flinch, he didn’t breathe harder, he gave absolutely no indication that he was aware of anything around him as fingers began running through his hair, smoothing the longer curls out of his eyes.

“What’s wrong, Perry?” a soft voice asked. And at the sound of the voice, Perry closed his eyes and pulled away from the fingers.

“When are you going to stop?” No one at the hospital would have recognized the voice. No anger or power or control echoed through it. No longer was this Dr. Cox, magnificent bastard extraordinaire. Instead, in his place, stood a man who had lost almost everything he ever cared about, and would go to just about any lengths to keep what had been left to him.

“When you join me, of course. I’ve told you that since this started. I’m only waiting for you to say the words. This is your last chance, you know. I’ve lost my patience. After tonight, I’m going to find other methods of persuasion. You probably won’t enjoy those as much as you’ve enjoyed my previous efforts.”

JD watched as Perry shuddered, then sat up and put his head in his hands. When Perry’s shoulders shook with silent sobs, JD crawled across the bed to him. Wrapping his arms around the older man, JD started whispering in his ear.

“Let go Perry. You know we belong together. We’ll be a family, take care of each other. I’ll look out for you, just like you looked out for me. Our lives have been tied together since you started teaching me the ropes at Sacred Heart.” JD paused, his eyes darkening, and he moved to kneel in front of Perry, forcing Perry to look him in the eye.

“You know what I’ll do if you refuse me again tonight. There won’t be any traces of the JD you thought you knew. I won’t seduce you, I’ll make you. You’ll be begging me before the night’s over, and I may or may not stop.”

“What’ll you do, sing?” Perry forced the smart remark through his lips, even as he began to realize just what JD was implying. His reward for the comment was a quick kiss and a grin that looked so much like the kid’s “Yea, I saved a life!” expression that Perry halfway expected them to be standing in the hospital corridor.

“I’m glad you’re still in there Perry,” JD whispered before resuming a normal tone of voice and loosing the grin. “But you know what I mean. Torture, and not like what you used to put the interns through. I’ll have fire, I’ll have blades, and I’ll have your bones.” JD grabbed Perry before he could bolt. “I don’t want to have to do it Perry. I love you, and you shouldn’t have to suffer like Jordan did.”

And that was the final straw for Perry. JD’s slow seductions had failed every night for the last two weeks, and Jordan’s torture in front of him hadn’t received any response positive or negative. But the thought of being forced to go through it himself when all he truly wanted was to give in anyway…

JD grinned again, but this specific grin had never been seen by anyone. It held a promise of darkness and death, but also contained love. “So what do you say, Perry?” he asked, forcing Perry to lie back on the bed.

Perry tilted his head to one side, exposing his neck as he whispered, “Please turn me, JD.”

“With pleasure,” JD answered, his fangs flashing in the light of the bedside lamp.

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Anyway, that my first attempt at Scrubs or really too much of anything. It's possible this will one day have a sequel or prequel or something, but I just wanted to get it down on 'paper'. I have some more ideas that are less dark and weird.

Also, thanks to Jay/purplesyringes for jump starting this thought process. I just wanted to do a different take on the whole Scrubs/vampire thing. In no way am I trying to steal someone else's work. In fact, here's the link to what's been done as far as vampires go over on Jay's page: http://community.livejournal.com/jaysfiction/31895.html Enjoy!

Okay, this is the first time I've used one of these things. Forgive me if it's stupid. I'm an avid fanfic reader, the sky's the limit as far as I'm concerned, and I've written a couple things. You can look me up on my website which is listed somewhere or other, or look me up at FF.net or AdultFF.net. Either way. Nothing much going on today, I don't have to leave my house cause no school, work, and I'm skipping play practice. Hahaha! Anyway, I'm done babbling now.