Characters: Sylar and customers Fandom: Heroes AU Series: Stolen Time Rating: G Word Count: 871 Prompt: None, random idea for a verse.
The soft lure of the music in the background was helping the ticking of the clocks not be so tedious as Sylar bend over tinkering with a watch a lady brought in to fix.
This wasn’t the life he wanted, but it was the one he had settled for when Noah relocated him to Bay Ridge with a timepiece little shop and alias Morris Brown. He not sure why he gave him such a hideous name, but a name was just a name and inside he knew who he was, Sylar.
The chime of the door opened and he peered up to see a man with a little boy in his arms. Sylar gave a small smile as he pulled away from the watch and walked over to the door, “Hello, how can I help you?”
“I was just waiting for my girlfriend who seems to be running late, like always. I was wondering if perhaps you sold watches here.” he looked down at the boy and then to Sylar “We are going to get mommy a watch so she’ll never be later again, right Champ?”
The boy nodded his head “Right, can I get down please? I won’t touch anything I promise,” he looked at Sylar and then back at the man, wiggling in his arms to be let down.
Sylar titled his head looking at the kid, something about him looked familiar, but then he looked away, “You can put him down, he should be fine. I have a few watches, but not wide selection since I fix, not sale them”
The boy hopped out of the man arm and started to roam around, looking at everything, the man spoke out ‘Be careful, your mother would kill us if you broke anything in here.” He looked over at back at Sylar, “I’ll see what you have, just a spur of the moment gift.”
Sylar nodded his head as he moved over to a display on the side, “the three on top are woman’s watches.” he gave the man an awkward smile then watched the little boy move around the shop.
The male peered over at the watches, looking over each of them, pointed to the silver watch “Can I see that one? It seems to be the simplest one, she’s not very flashy”
“Sure,” he got the watch out, handed over to the man, but then there was a crash in the background and the guy sighed as he rolled her eyes.
As he turned to see to the boy, Sylar spoke up “Look over the watch, I’ll see what happened.” He walked over to where the little boy stood, he just stared at him, since the boy was standing there with his head tilted, studying the door that had fallen off the clock, then with ease he picked up the door, slide the hitches back into place.
“Are you alright?” he finally spoke up.
The boy jumped, looked up at him, and nodded his head “I am sorry,” he remarked softly, then pointed to the clock, “I bumped it and the door fell off, but it’s fixed” he flashed a hopeful smiled “see?”
Sylar stood there, waiting for his ability to kick in to let him know the boy was lying, but it didn’t. “Hmm..” he said mainly to himself then moved over, kneeling down to look at the door, the kid had fixed it. “No harm, done.”
Instantly the kid body relaxed, “Good, cause I don’t want mommy to get mad.” He smiled and moved away from the clock, but paused at another one, staring at it for a moment then going back to the man. “We have to go, mommy will be here soon.”
The man picked the child up, “Which on you think mommy will like?” he asked, which meant, he couldn’t decided.
“None of them,” the chilc answered honestly, but then sighed at the look the man gave him, “this one,” he pointed to a simple sliver one.
With a small smile, Sylar looked at the pair as he walked back and then picked up the watch, taking it in the back to ring up the sale. “How are you paying for it?”
“Cash,” the man replied as he sat the boy down and dug out his wallet, getting the money out, which gave the boy a chance to roam around again.
By the time Sylar got the money, the watch was bought, the man cell phone went off, “Hey babe, No, no Erin, we are across the street. Noah is fine, we will be right there.” he hung up the phone, “Thanks, man.” and moved toward the door, “Noah, let’s go.”
“Okay..” Noah replied, but then stop “Mister,” he pointed one of the clocks, “it’s behind” then he took the mans hand and they walked out.
Sylar walked over, looked at the clock, just off by a few seconds. He was stunned, then moved to the door, watching the man and the boy crossing the street to meet up with a hoodie woman and sighed, shaking his head.
“He must have been messing with me,” he told himself as he flipped the closed sign on the door, closing the shop for a bit.