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crossoverficTitle: Missing The Wrong Type Of Guy
Fandom: Heroes/Smallville
Rating: PG-13
Ships: Sylar/Lois, Clark
Spoilers: Season three, Season Eight
Notes: Thanks to this video I finally finished a new Sylar/Lois crossover, only one left to do on my table! - Check it out it's so good! Will you be there (Longer Preview and Audio Test)
Prompt: 5. Phoenix
For: 7_crossovers
Summary : “A magician never revels his tricks, I thought you knew that Lois Lane. I missed you, every single part of you.”
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
Like every other time (which he made sure I was there to see what I'm missing without him in my life), and I mean each and every time he come back to full strength like a phoenix rising from the ashes, it's bloody and brain filled ashes, he always come home after it all.
“I thought the cheerleader shot you in the back of the head? How'd you manage to come back from that?”
Every part of him ( that I had the strange need to comfort, bad Lois Lane! Don't go hugging serial killers!) was coated in blood and dirt, so much so that you would have thought he had come from a mud wrestling match with Peter. (which I would have loved to see and so would the rest of the females on the planet)
(Peter the goddamn hero, who asked me out the moment Sylar's death was said to be final, hmm...maybe I shouldn't tell this to my jealous lover? Did I just say freaking lover?!)
“A magician never revels his tricks, I thought you knew that Lois Lane. I missed you, every single part of you.”
“And sadly I missed you too.”
-
Besides myself (and now Oliver) he (the one that is here and this time it seems for good) knows about the things that I've been feeling for way too long for Clark Kent and trust me I didn't and would never confide in him but strangely he already knew.
(someone day it will happen but not right now, he isn't the superman I need yet plus at this time and plus right now his heart belongs to Lana Lang)
“He left didn't he?”
Just like every time he came (to stay for months and months, or weeks and weeks or maybe just one Clark free day) his eyes, overtired from taking on all of the good guys, look me over and read me like an open book.
“He didn't really leave if he wasn't here to begin with. For one single moment I thought it might happen but I was wrong, so wrong that it isn't even funny.”
Instead of indulging my self pity (like one superhero in green leather did without blinking) or comforting me like any other sort of friend, sort of lover would have done, all he did was laugh.
“It's nice to know my problems are so hilarious, Gabriel. (oh and please don't kill me because I called you that, okay?)”
Without thinking I let myself get too comfortable around him (which was something since he is a serial killer after all) and call him by the name of the person he stopped being years and years ago.
And the last time I did that it didn't end very well, it went so very well that it took him a whole year to come striding back into my life.
But instead of the angry eyes (filled to the brim with all the blood he has spilled) I expected, the same ones from the last time, the smile was still set in place and it was one that reached his eyes and everywhere in between.
“Do you want me to kill him for you, Lo?”
“Sort-of-wait! That would be so very wrong, and I know you so don't you dare do it behind my back!”
“Now, Lois I'm hurt, don't you trust me?”
“As if, I trust you as far as I can throw you, Sylar. Which I admit is actually pretty far.”
(Sylar's to do list: One - Visit Lois and comfort her broken heart, check. Two – Murder Clark Kent in his sleep. Will be done very, very soon.)
Fandom: Heroes/Smallville
Rating: PG-13
Ships: Sylar/Lois, Clark
Spoilers: Season three, Season Eight
Notes: Thanks to this video I finally finished a new Sylar/Lois crossover, only one left to do on my table! - Check it out it's so good! Will you be there (Longer Preview and Audio Test)
Prompt: 5. Phoenix
For: 7_crossovers
Summary : “A magician never revels his tricks, I thought you knew that Lois Lane. I missed you, every single part of you.”
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
Like every other time (which he made sure I was there to see what I'm missing without him in my life), and I mean each and every time he come back to full strength like a phoenix rising from the ashes, it's bloody and brain filled ashes, he always come home after it all.
“I thought the cheerleader shot you in the back of the head? How'd you manage to come back from that?”
Every part of him ( that I had the strange need to comfort, bad Lois Lane! Don't go hugging serial killers!) was coated in blood and dirt, so much so that you would have thought he had come from a mud wrestling match with Peter. (which I would have loved to see and so would the rest of the females on the planet)
(Peter the goddamn hero, who asked me out the moment Sylar's death was said to be final, hmm...maybe I shouldn't tell this to my jealous lover? Did I just say freaking lover?!)
“A magician never revels his tricks, I thought you knew that Lois Lane. I missed you, every single part of you.”
“And sadly I missed you too.”
-
Besides myself (and now Oliver) he (the one that is here and this time it seems for good) knows about the things that I've been feeling for way too long for Clark Kent and trust me I didn't and would never confide in him but strangely he already knew.
(someone day it will happen but not right now, he isn't the superman I need yet plus at this time and plus right now his heart belongs to Lana Lang)
“He left didn't he?”
Just like every time he came (to stay for months and months, or weeks and weeks or maybe just one Clark free day) his eyes, overtired from taking on all of the good guys, look me over and read me like an open book.
“He didn't really leave if he wasn't here to begin with. For one single moment I thought it might happen but I was wrong, so wrong that it isn't even funny.”
Instead of indulging my self pity (like one superhero in green leather did without blinking) or comforting me like any other sort of friend, sort of lover would have done, all he did was laugh.
“It's nice to know my problems are so hilarious, Gabriel. (oh and please don't kill me because I called you that, okay?)”
Without thinking I let myself get too comfortable around him (which was something since he is a serial killer after all) and call him by the name of the person he stopped being years and years ago.
And the last time I did that it didn't end very well, it went so very well that it took him a whole year to come striding back into my life.
But instead of the angry eyes (filled to the brim with all the blood he has spilled) I expected, the same ones from the last time, the smile was still set in place and it was one that reached his eyes and everywhere in between.
“Do you want me to kill him for you, Lo?”
“Sort-of-wait! That would be so very wrong, and I know you so don't you dare do it behind my back!”
“Now, Lois I'm hurt, don't you trust me?”
“As if, I trust you as far as I can throw you, Sylar. Which I admit is actually pretty far.”
(Sylar's to do list: One - Visit Lois and comfort her broken heart, check. Two – Murder Clark Kent in his sleep. Will be done very, very soon.)
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