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neshel.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2009-08-04 01:05 pm
Two Seconds (PG-13)
Fandom: HEROES
Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar
Length: 2000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
levitatethis
Author Website: Master Fic List
Why this must be read:
levitatethis is a goddess of the written word, but most especially of characterization. This fic is a look into Sylar's head, and it is brilliant. This fic, to me, encapsulates both Sylar's character and his view on the Mohinder/Sylar relationship. There are a lot of points of view on their relationship in fandom, but this, to me, is IT. It fits flawlessly with the cannon, and it is endlessly compelling.
This fic is titled "Two Seconds" because it is the extended expression of a two second thought-process from a memorable moment in V2's "Powerless". It's brilliant, it's beautiful, read it. Then, when you're done, I highly recommend going through her archives.
Why does he matter so much?
He was nobody to you all that time ago, another lifetime when the other path was the only thing in your sight, nothing but a faceless name in countless stories. You had declared him to be inconsequential.
That is the way it should have remained; would have remained until…
Quite literally knocked at the door.
You do not need anyone. Self-sufficient, self-reliant, it was as it should be, exactly as you wanted it.
Then he was suddenly there, in the way but useful for a time. The hands moving in precision, the hour overtook the minute and now he is permanent.
You are running this show, calling the shots in timed sequence but he is throwing the rhythm off. It should not be this difficult.
You do things with strength of ease, or you did.
Even then he knew the old rug trick. Everything going along, not exactly as planned but you were willingly flexible for the first time in your life, and then you were upside down and inside out while he reminded you of your own mortality.
No one does that to you.
Except him.
He was the first one to see you and he will be the last. Can he even begin to understand that? While surroundings are torn to shreds, stripped of comprehension, you showed yourself.
Two Seconds
Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar
Length: 2000 words
Author on LJ:
levitatethisAuthor Website: Master Fic List
Why this must be read:
levitatethis is a goddess of the written word, but most especially of characterization. This fic is a look into Sylar's head, and it is brilliant. This fic, to me, encapsulates both Sylar's character and his view on the Mohinder/Sylar relationship. There are a lot of points of view on their relationship in fandom, but this, to me, is IT. It fits flawlessly with the cannon, and it is endlessly compelling.This fic is titled "Two Seconds" because it is the extended expression of a two second thought-process from a memorable moment in V2's "Powerless". It's brilliant, it's beautiful, read it. Then, when you're done, I highly recommend going through her archives.
Why does he matter so much?
He was nobody to you all that time ago, another lifetime when the other path was the only thing in your sight, nothing but a faceless name in countless stories. You had declared him to be inconsequential.
That is the way it should have remained; would have remained until…
Quite literally knocked at the door.
You do not need anyone. Self-sufficient, self-reliant, it was as it should be, exactly as you wanted it.
Then he was suddenly there, in the way but useful for a time. The hands moving in precision, the hour overtook the minute and now he is permanent.
You are running this show, calling the shots in timed sequence but he is throwing the rhythm off. It should not be this difficult.
You do things with strength of ease, or you did.
Even then he knew the old rug trick. Everything going along, not exactly as planned but you were willingly flexible for the first time in your life, and then you were upside down and inside out while he reminded you of your own mortality.
No one does that to you.
Except him.
He was the first one to see you and he will be the last. Can he even begin to understand that? While surroundings are torn to shreds, stripped of comprehension, you showed yourself.
Two Seconds