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Tue, 09 Jun 2009 14:57:38 GMT

Does anyone have any old consoles they want to get rid of? It's for.....a friend.

(Ok fine, i'm bored and I don't think I can justify buying anything new when my overdraft is quite so stretched)

Fic: Revelation

Fri, 19 Dec 2008 00:56:45 GMT

Title: Revelation
Characters: Ogdru Jahad. Very vague Namrat/Irra
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine at all.

Suumary: "Being encased in crystal baked in the fire of a thousand dying suns and floating through the vast hollow emptiness of space until the time of doom descends upon the Universe and eternity collapses under the rage of seven gods, actually gets quite dull after the first few millennia. "

Being encased in crystal baked in the fire of a thousand dying suns and floating through the vast hollow emptiness of space until the time of doom descends upon the Universe and eternity collapses under the rage of seven gods, actually gets quite dull after the first few millennia.

***

“And thus when the time of reckoning is upon us, and the portals of Earth open, I shall be the first through to awaken our glorious reign, everyone else will file through in an orderly fashion after I’ve decimated the populous and planted our seed across the globe. Any questions?”

Namrat rolls twenty six of his hundred eyes at Beuu, who can’t quite suppress a snigger. The shockwave collapses three nearby star systems.

“Beuu-Jahad, do you have something to say?”

Everyone is staring at them. Adad and Amon look as bored as he feels, but Nunn is brimming with pompous outrage while Nergal merely has that smug, you-may-have-more-tentacles-but-guess-who’s-king-of-the-apocalypse look that hasn’t left his face in six thousand years.

Beuu shrinks back as much as is possible when you’re a god the size of a star, and looks suitably ashamed as he mumbles an apology.

“No Nergal. Sorry Nergal.”

Nergal waves a tentacle in gracious acceptance, which is all too much for Nunn.

“And I should think so! It’s utterly disgraceful!”

“Nunn…”

“I do not understand how we’re supposed to welcome the dawn of the era of hell with such incompetence within our ranks.”

“Nunn, you’re overreacting just a litt…”

“To think how long the forces of darkness have been preparing! Breaks my hearts, it really does…”

“Nunn. Shut up.”

“I’m filing a formal complaint!”

The meeting dissolves after that.

***

Namrat is watching a white dwarf go supernova when Irra floats up behind him.

“Did you see the light that came through today?”

Namrat keeps a few eyes on the star but ….

“Came through where?”

“Somebody opened a portal from Earth!”

Irra has Namrat’s full attention now.

“No one’s managed that in the last million years.”

“I know! Do you think the time is getting closer?”

Namrat pauses. Irra is excited, his crystal almost pulsating with inner light. It’s…nice, and for some unfathomable reason, he doesn’t want to ruin it.

***

Rather unsurprisingly, nothing goes according to plan.

***

Nergal is a little heartbroken. Namrat finds him sobbing into a pulsar.

“It’s just not fair! All I ever wanted to do was bring about the Fall of Mankind! Why is that so hard?”

Namrat raises a tentacle and pats him awkwardly. All he achieves is slightly scarring an eye.

“There’ll be other chances. We’re still here and I’m sure next time we’ll crush everything in our path. And it’s not your fault, nobody blames you.”

Nergal looks up.

“Really?”

Several of Namrat’s eyes fall on Nunn, who is staring at Nergal in a worryingly vicious way.

“Really. We’re behind you all the way.”

Nergal shudders, destroying a planet as he does so.

“Well, I should…get back to work. The next potential Apocalypse isn’t just going to happen on its own.”

Namrat nods, very sincerely.

“You’re damn right.”

***

Obviously everyone is disappointed, but soon Nergal’s got a brand new plan, the weekly meetings are back, and it’s like nothing ever almost happened. Namrat is just drifting, enjoying the solitude, when Irra appears.

“Nergal thinks this is the one.”

Namrat barely suppresses his giggle.

“He’s been saying that since time began.”

Irra is a little put out.

“Well, at least he’s trying. And we’re bound to triumph eventually.”

Namrat sighs.

“Sometimes I think we’re destined never to succeed.”

“We will.”

The certainty in Irra’s voice makes Namrat smile.

“With your belief and Nergal’s brilliant planning, how could we possibly fail?”

“There’s no need to be sarcastic.”

“I wasn’t. I’ve always been Nergal’s biggest supporter.”

“You’re very mean, Namrat.”

“Sorry.”

They lapse into silence, and as they watch a star gently accrete its way into a black hole, Namrat thinks that actually he wouldn’t mind if Nergal’s next plan failed, and the one after that, and they stayed floating their way through eternity until the end of time. He almost tells Irra about this revelation, but it comes out as a short laugh. Irra looks at him suspiciously.

“What?”

Namrat just smiles again.

“Nothing. Just, this is nice.”

Irra stares at him.

“But not as nice as our ultimate domination of all creation, right?”

“Obviously.”

They both turn back to the star, and time strides slowly on by.

Fic: Redemption as Standard

Sat, 29 Dec 2007 17:13:58 GMT

Title: Redemption as Standard
Characters/Pairing: Sylar-centric Mylar, with apperences by various others
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~670
Disclaimer: Not mine.

Summary: "There are far too many people being shown how miserable their lives have been on Christmas Eve. He’s amazed that the Universe hasn’t imploded yet. "

As he rounded the corner something decided he wasn’t going to walk any further and he tripped over his coat, landing painfully on the cobbled ground.

The something turned out to be thin blond man with an expression like a small puppy that has just been told about the Holocaust.

“Sylar?”

Oh good lord no.

“Adam.”

He pulled himself to his feet and saw that Adam wasn’t alone. A small man with a ridiculous goatee and a slightly vicious glare was helping him up.

“What are you doing here? Hiro said no one could see us.”

Adam glanced at the goatee man and Sylar licked his lips. Hiro Nakamura, eh? Five years had not been kind. The ability to time travel would definitely cheer him up though. Then he saw the sword and decided, for the sake of politeness, that maybe now wasn’t the right time.

“I’m being taught the error of my ways by the Invisible Man.” He said, jerking his thumb towards Claude, who was skulking in the shadows behind him.

Adam brightened up instantly.

“Hey, me too! Hiro’s been taking me all over to see the error of my ways and gosh, I feel just terrible. Don’t you?”

Sylar recoiled slightly in horror.

“No, can’t say I’m that upset.”

And his face fell again. Clearly redemption led to deep emotional instability. Just another reason not to be listening to Claude.

“Well, maybe you’ll change your mind soon. If you do, call me when you get back, we can both go and apologise to Peter. I’m not sure he ever quite recovered after our little stunt with the oil tanker.”

Sylar decided that that was between die and irreversibly physically mutilate Mohinder on his to-do-list, but forced a smile anyway. Hiro whispered something to Adam and they vanished, Adam waving cheerfully.

“Well, that was sickening”

Claude finally spoke up and Sylar thought yes, there is apparently something we agree on.

***

He runs into the Petrelli mother in 2009. Peter had been alone for the holidays and apparently this was bad parenting. She glares when he and Claude show up and since his past self is currently pinning Peter against a wall with several sprigs of misletoe, he’s really not that surprised.

***

“Gabriel”

“Bennet”

***

He’s watching his younger self play sadly with a broken toy truck when he notices a white-bearded man arguing quietly with someone outside the window. Unsurprisingly, the someone is Hiro.

“Look, the fact that he had a bad family life isn’t exactly my fault. Angela sorted all that out!”

***

Sylar is ready when guide number three shows up. He isn’t at all surprised when it turns out to be Hiro. (There are far too many people being shown how miserable their lives have been on Christmas Eve. He's amazed that the Universe hasn't imploded yet.)

“If you’re getting tired we can always skip this part. I’m feeling very redeemed right now.”

And the thought of sex with an angst-free Mohinder was deliciously tempting. Okay, maybe not angst-free, he did brutally murder the man’s father, but he could definitely aim for angst-lite.

Apparently, Hiro wasn’t going to let things go that easily as there was now a sword digging painfully into his neck and a large grey portal gradually twisting into existence .

Sylar rolled his eyes in what he hoped was a particularly dismissive way and sloped forwards, wondering how his future could be any worse. He cringed slightly when he remembered the Mohinder of Christmas Present. Maybe the gift had been a bad idea. So it hadn’t technically been his, but he had given Mohinder a heart, and if that wasn’t romantic, he didn’t know what was.

The End

***

Incredibly Minor Epilogue:

Mohinder was gaping at him in shock. Sylar shifted uncomfortably. He’d hoped they would have got past the talking stage by now.

“You honestly thought, having learnt the true meaning of Christmas, everything would be okay between us?”

Godammit.

“Yes. Look, I’m even asking your permission before we have sex. Clearly I’ve changed.”

“You killed my father!”

“You didn’t like him either!”

Sylar sighed and strode through the door, pushing Mohinder up against the wall. Redemption simply wasn’t worth the bother.

An actual journal..

Thu, 20 Dec 2007 14:18:37 GMT

So after about 4 years of hanging around the corners of the internet, I figured it was about time I actually got an LJ. Go interaction!

(And I made a vid! And need to post it! At some point in the near future!)