crossoverfic | Fic: Distractions Part 1, Rating: T, Heroes/Blind Dating (Reply)

Title: Distractions
Part: 01/?
Author: Crashdownpixie
Rating: PG

Spoilers: Heroes: Everything up until and including the episode, ".07%" is fair game. Blind Dating the whole movie is up for grabs.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of crashdownpixie. crashdownpixie is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Characters/Pairings: Sylar(Heroes)/Danny(Blind Dating)

Summary: AU. A few days after gaining Isaac’s power, Sylar finds himself unable to see anything besides this one man. Determined to get his new power to work right again Sylar decides to find this man and eliminate him, but will Sylar able to follow through with it once he comes in contact with his mystery subject?

Notes: These parts are short as this story is just meant to wet my feet in this pairing so please don't be disappionted by the size, alright?

Sylar stared at the painting before him with a mixture of rage and confusion. He’d taken Isaac’s power for two reasons: one, because he could and two, to keep an eye on Peter Petrelli’s group of bumbling idiots that consider themselves the “good guys”. For the first few days he had been able to predict the future of the ragtag faction and he’d thought the power one of his most favorites. Then he began to experiment with it and discovered an unexpected drawback. No matter how much he tried to direct his new power it refused to reveal the futures of those that he nor people he came in contact with weren’t to meet. It was unpleasant, but Sylar could deal with it as long as he could use it to watch his enemies.

Sylar growled at the offending “art” and was quite tempted to destroy this painting as he had done with the other two. Though that would temporarily albeit his frustrations at this new power, it wouldn’t stop him from painting this same man over again. Slamming his paint brush down on his workbench, he scanned his new creation. It didn’t make any sense. Every piece of “art” he, or Isaac for that matter, had developed as a result of the power had contained some idea to whose future was it involved. Isaac’s painting of Peter and Claire at homecoming, Isaac’s comic books involving Hiro, or even Sylar’s own picture of Ted. It had all involved someone he knew, some place to start. These last three pieces offered no such beginning point.

They had all been different images, but the same subject. It was a man with short brown hair, beautiful features, and bright knowing blue eyes. The first had simply been a shot of this unknown man looking at the ground with a small, but happy smile on his face. The second was a little more descriptive. It was dark in the picture and a homeless lay on the park bench half propped up looking down at the man, who could be no more than twenty-four by Sylar’s estimation, as he searched the ground for something. A pair of broken sunglasses lay a few feet from the man’s searching hands and red and white cane a few feet from those. That one Sylar had destroyed just so his hands could stop aching to hand this man in the painting the things he was searching for.

This last one was an image of the man, whose face Sylar would never be able to forget now thanks to that little waitress’ power, sitting on a park bench. His eyes seemed sad in the creation and there was a little ring sitting in the grass by his feet. Sylar searched the picture for any clue. Anything at all so that he could find this sad human and get his new power to go back to helping him predict his enemies’ moves.

There were children flying a kite in the distance and half of a woman as she exited the scene Sylar himself had put down on paper. The watchmaker did not concern himself with her; her skin tone depicted Indiana descent and the only person he knew of that culture was Mohinder. His patience had reached his limit and just as he about to get rid of it he spotted it; the connection. There’s a shadow, barely visible, just behind a tree in the distance observing the sad man. A shadow whose face was just slightly lit by the sunlight streaming through the tree. A shadow that looked just like himself.

With the knowledge that it was his destiny to meet this man, Sylar let his power take over once more. He was determined to find this beautiful, sad man and eliminate him. Distractions were not something he could afford.