Now and Forever

[flying_monkees]

Title:  Now and Forever (Part 1/4)
Author:  flying_monkees
Rating:  NC-17, just in case
Pairing:  Peter/Mohinder, implied Mylar
Summary:  Peter saves Mohinder from Sylar and Mohinder is traumatized
Spoilers:  Season 1
Warnings:  Smut and angst and violence.  I think.
Notes:  I have never wrote smut before (there will be some later) and there is no beta so all mistakes are mine.  Any feedback is welcome.


The phone rang and Peter rolled over to answer it.

 

“Hello?”

 

“You told me he was dead! You told me that I didn’t have to be afraid!” An angry voice yelled at him.

 

“Wha…who?” Peter asked, trying to wake up.

 

“YOU SAID HE WAS DEAD!” the anguished voice on the phone cried.

 

“Mohinder?” There was a click. Peter hung up the phone and quickly got out of bed, getting dressed on the way. Grabbing a coat, he ran out the front door, locking it behind him with his mind.

 

Mohinder. Something must’ve happened to make him sound so scared on the phone. Peter thought as he ran to the apartment. 

 

Six months ago Sylar had kidnapped him. Gathering from the images and thoughts that Peter had been able to pick up from the traumatized man, Sylar had not been kind. Images of torture, rape, tongue, lips, teeth! And blood. Lots of it. Rivers of it! And mixed in were pictures of people. Peter could never quite tell what was going on in those images, but he suspected that Sylar had forced Mohinder to watch him kill, maybe even made him participate in the killings. He had never been able to pin them down in one place long enough to rescue the poor man. 

 

Then, three weeks ago, Molly had called saying they were down by the docks. Peter happened to be near-by and managed to get there in a few minutes. Looking in one of the warehouses, he had seen the two men, a body at their feet. They appeared to be arguing. Peter thought that Sylar was trying to get Mohinder to kill the man and that he was refusing. Peter crept until he was close enough and then attacked. Sylar was ready for him though. 

 

“You can’t have him Peter. He’s mine, now and forever!” Sylar had snarled.

 

“You’re wrong Sylar. He was never yours. And I’ll make sure he’s free of you for good!” Peter answered back, taking a swing at the man.

 

Sylar side-stepped the attack, but that was exactly what Peter had counted on. While Sylar was distracted with avoiding Peter’s swings, he quickly gathered his power and concentrated.

 

Suddenly, there were hundreds of sharp pieces of metal swarming around the taller man. Buzzing like bees, they quickly swooped in, sliced, and flew back. There were too many for even Sylar to deflect. They cut into his skin like little razors, causing blood to flow freely from hundreds of cuts. Then it happened, one cut his carotid artery. A fountain of blood flowed up and out, bathing everyone and everything in blood. 

 

A look of surprise crossed his face. He quickly put both hands on the cut, trying to stop the flow of blood. Stepping back, trying to escape the swarm of metal, he came to the edge of the dock. Realizing he had no where left to go, he laughed.

 

“You think you’ve won Peter, but you’re wrong. He WILL always belong to me!” Sylar stated as he stepped back off of the edge of the dock; falling into the water below.

 

Peter darted up to the edge, trying to see where the body had fallen. He felt a presence next to him and glanced over. Mohinder was watching the water also. After about 5 minutes, Peter turned to Mohinder.

 

“I think he’s dead. He couldn’t have lived with that much blood loss and the fall would’ve killed him too. That’s almost a 30 foot drop.”

 

“Are you sure?” Peter could hear the panic rising in Mohinder’s voice.

 

“I’m sure. I promise you he’s dead. He won’t be coming back for you Mohinder.” Peter placed a hand on the other man’s shoulder.

 

With a cry, he jerked out from under the hand. Peter couldn’t blame him; he couldn’t even imagine what had been done to him. Later, he would have an idea.

 

“Let’s go.” Peter told him as he pulled out his cell phone to call the police. The poor man on the warehouse floor was already dead, but the police still needed to do their job.

 

All of this ran through Peter’s mind as he raced to help Mohinder.