"What is that?!"

She'd just pulled off her jacket to reveal her new collar, a present from her long time boyfriend. She was hoping to take the black leather and silver padlock bdsm choker off before anyone saw. It was going to be their little secret but Mohinder was already home. Damn.

"Uh.. just a present?"

Her father took off his reading glasses, placing them on the desk. She could only roll her eyes while he began his lecture, "Molly, a 'present' is a dozen roses, a nice picnic alone together.. the Taj Mahal is a present, Molly! That is no present. That is a something only someone of questionable morals would wear, probably given to you by Nature Boy-"

"I hate it when you call him that."

"The two of you are fast becoming little troublemaking villains around this neighborhood-"

"You're wrong about him!" Molly, who had never quite been in love before Caleb, shot back with a retort only a teenager in first love would believe, "We're a Romeo and Juliet with no end! He's my hero!"

The screaming must have woken Sylar up, Molly realized. He walked into the living room to see them arguing. "What's up with you two?"

"Would you just look at what your daughter is wearing!"

Molly sighed. Why was it when she got in trouble, Mohinder started the whole 'she's your daughter now' routine?

Running his fingers over the collar, Sylar told her. "Just between us, Mollykins, I think it looks very becoming on you. Very grown up."

"What?!"

"Oh, would you relax Mohinder? Or did you forget that you used to have one just like that.. only your's was pink if I do recall."

Molly blanched. Mohinder looked like he would never forgive Sylar for bringing that subject up.

"Oh, yeah, Moll, and we used to have mirrors on our ceiling, the whole works. And Mohinder would dress up in this little Bollywood skirt for me and do his sexy dance. And then there was that one hot Indian summer night after I had just stolen the power of electricity and we—"

"Oh god, I don't wanna hear anymore. I don't wanna hear anymore!" She covered her ears with her hands but when she took them away again, Sylar was still going on about him and her father, only this time he was saying something about drowning and waterplay. "Just forget it! I'll take it off! I'll never wear it again!!"

She ran into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Sylar held a straight face for about five seconds, before bursting into a fit of laughter.

"Why do you have to torment our daughter and tell her lies like that?"

Sylar sat down on the couch beside him, still chuckling. "It's not like they were all lies. Besides, I doubt she'll ever wear it again. At least not in public. Everyone's happy."

"Parenting the Sylar way. You could write a book." Mohinder met Sylar's smokey eyes, seeing the mischievous twinkle behind them. "And you did present a very nice list of things we'll need to try in the future."

Sylar kissed him, long and deep and hard. When he finally came up for air, he smiled. "I have the best family ever."

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