Written for comment_fic on livejournal. The prompt was to tell the myth of the Judgment of Paris with these characters.

"This is tough," Mohinder said, "You're all so pretty...."

"Just get on with it," Matt said.

"Okay, well... let me think. On the one hand there's Sylar. He's quite sexy. Quite powerful but also a bit bitchy. I'm attracted to a good bitchface." Sylar gave a predatory smile as Mohinder continued, "And the Sybrows. Gotta love the Sybrows." Mohinder ran his thumb along Sylar's left brow before turning to Matt.

"But how can you not love this face? Cute little freckles here and there. Eyes full of kindness and warmth. Very manly shoulders. And damn do you look good in your cop's uniform."

"And I'm good with kids."

"Yes, you are. But this is a contest of beauty." Matt pouted at Mohinder's reply. He thought that with them raising a child together and all, he would at least get a few bonus points.

But Mohinder stepped up to Adam and looked contemplative, waiting a full minute before speaking. Finally, he said, "Your mouth. That's your best quality, Adam. Just looking at it makes me think of doing things I should be ashamed of."

"Should be?" Adam smirked, "But not acutally?"

"Nice eyes, nice tight body, nice hair even though I usually go for brunettes."

"Think his hair will still look nice when the top of his head is on my living room floor?" Sylar whispered to Matt, who could barely control his snicker.

"Enough, I've made my decision," Mohinder says. "You are all quite lovely. But I choose Adam as the loveliest special."

"What!?" said Matt. "I'm out of here! You're lucky I don't mindfuck all of you!"

"Pick up some ice cream on the way home," Mohinder called as Parkman walked out the door.

"You will know my wrath!" Sylar said as he telekinetically floated away in a big dramatic light show of what was hopefully Elle's and not Ted's power. A minute later, he came back in.

"What about now?" Sylar said, shapeshifting into Nathan.

"Sorry, still Adam," Mohinder answered.

"Now?" Sylar pressed, turning into Tracy.

"Nope."

"Now?" Sylar said, turning into Noah.

"Still no."

"How about now?" Sylar became Chandra.

"EW!!! Hell no!"

"Sorry, I forgot that you knew that guy. What about now?" Sylar turned into Ando.

"Closer, but no. Forget it. Just go, Sylar."

Hunched over in disappointment, Sylar walked out slowly while giving Adam a dirty glare. It was bad enough that Adam already won the 'Best Failed Evil Plan to Screw over the World' contest, which was totally a sham because Sylar was sure Adam only won because he slept with Angela and the other judges. But losing a beauty competition as well? Insult to injury.

"Finally, we're alone," Adam said to Mo. "To reward you for choosing my beauty over theirs, I will do you one favor. Ask me anything you want. And I mean _anything_"

"Well, there is one thing. Would you help me seduce Peter of Troy?"

Adam looked disappointed for a second but then smiled. "Of course, Mohinder. Manipulating Peter is the easiest thing in the world. You've come to the right person."