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The Sixth Extinction

Character(s): Gabriel "Sylar" Gray and Claire Bennet
Summary: Building 26 is never shut down. No one convinces the president that it's best to just drop the matter of evolved humans, and Danko is given cart blanche to deal with the super-powered threat as he sees fit. In the next century the Evolved are hunted to the brink of extinction, either out-right exterminated, or imprisoned and exploited for their ability. The number of specials used in this way grows fewer and fewer as time and mishaps progress, but one type is still coveted above all. Exterminating a regenerator is exceedingly difficult, anyway...
Status: In progress/PRIVATE

...all my foolish, fuckin' wishing...Collapse )


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Dec. 10th, 2009 07:42 am (UTC)
Sylar spent that night and many more sprawled on the sofa, wrapped up in quilts and afgans. Every morning found him making pancakes, biscuits and gravy, French toast, anything to pad Claire's hips. Lunches and dinners were similar and they killed time reminiscing over turn of the millenium films and music, Sylar doing his best to maintain a good temper and managing well. It was easy with Claire giving him room to be himself, but theybuilt on each other.

A week and a half later found Sylar fixing a pitcher of sweet sun-brewed tea at the time Natasha messaged him, a bright, festive invitation popping out for a summer cocktail party. The girl was sweet, always trying to get the reclusive boys of 613 to show their handsome faces. "Huh." He imagined she was curious about he girl who'd been borrowing her dress as well.
Dec. 10th, 2009 07:49 am (UTC)
Those days that Sylar spent trying to plumpen Claire up had certainly paid off. While the brunette was off making tea, she was stepping out of the shower and she, for the first time, really noticed herself. She looked wonderful. Back to her old, healthy, curvy self. She grinned rainbows as she spun around in front of the mirror on the back of the door, admiring herself for the first time in what felt like eons.

Finally, she wrapped herself in a towel and made her way back into the bedroom, about to try and find something that would fit her more filled out frame.
Dec. 10th, 2009 08:18 am (UTC)
As he came around through the living room he could see the bedroom door ajar and so didn't think anything of rounding the frame. He thought it meant surely the girl was already dressed, but he turned the corner instead to find her nothing but towel-clad.

She was pale as milk with a golden tinge that came from her Italian blood. His eyes traced the smooth slope of her shoulders and the lines of her bare legs. He couldn't help himself. She was so suddenly there in his feild of vision and his mouth fell slightly lax, wide eyes blinking before he finally managed to rip himself back around the doorframe. "Sorry! Sorry..." Oops.
Dec. 10th, 2009 08:24 am (UTC)
While most woman would be complete pissed, (and at first, Claire was) the blond burst into a giggle fit from Sylar's goofy reaction. It wasn't like she'd been naked or anything. Not like it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before on her. Quickly, she slipped into her undergarments and slid into the dress that was borrowed, the thing being a little snug on her now. It didn't bother Claire one bit that the dress was a little too small. It really made her feel good.

"Relax." She laughed, sauntering out in bare feet to smile at Sylar. "You didn't see anything special."
Dec. 10th, 2009 08:54 am (UTC)
"Well... Maybe, but... Still," he didn't know what else to say for himself. Sure, he had the charisma to lead a girl on if he wanted to, but if he actually kind of liked that girl? and was really trying NOT to piss her off? "I didn't mean to burst in, the door was open..."

And the glimpse he got had him wondering, now that she was fully plump and smooth and groomed what she might look like, how she might smell and what it would feel like to run his palms over her alabaster body. Oh, yes, his imagination ran right away with him, well aware she'd be cometely different from the dry husk of bones he'd carried back here to his home.
Dec. 10th, 2009 08:59 am (UTC)
"No big deal. Like I said, you didn't see anything special." She smiled, walking over to him and running her palm over his bicep. "It wasn't like I was naked." Claire suggested with a wink. "Then I would have had to kill you."
Dec. 10th, 2009 09:08 am (UTC)
"And you could, with no major consequences," Sylar pointed out needlessly, mostly making a weak attempt at a joke to knock his mind back to the now and not think about the delicate vanilla-floral scent wafting off her still moist skin this close to him. "Promise I won't pick up peeping tom as one of my vices."
Dec. 10th, 2009 09:14 am (UTC)
"It's far more acceptable than murder." Claire grinned, knowing that the man hadn't killed anyone innocent in a while. She certainly didn't count the monsters from Shenoy. "But there's no need to apologize. It was a silly mistake. I know that you're more of a gentleman than that."

Claire have Sylar's arm another squeeze and then moved to get a glass of tea that the brunette was making. "And we have a busy day of shopping ahead of us, remember. No need to start it on a sour note." Sylar had told Claire that once she was up to proper health, he would take her shopping for her own clothes. "I might even be patient enough to let you shop for yourself."

The last statement came with another wink. Claire had been rather easy going since Sylar had been so overly nice to her for the past week and a half. It was actually rather strange because she wasn't seeing the killer anymore. She was seeing this guy who helped her who was really awkward and strange, but generally a good person. It made Claire think at night what drove Sylar to become what he was.
Dec. 10th, 2009 09:33 am (UTC)
"Let me shop? Are you insinuating that there is something wrong with my wardrobe?" he asked with mock-disbelief, following her into the kitchen. Admittedly what he wore was always simple, dark and safe. He chose tasteful over fashionable, so he never looked bad he just always looked a bit utilitarian, and could come off as impossing.
Dec. 10th, 2009 09:36 am (UTC)
"You dress like Batman." Claire laughed, pouring Sylar a glass of iced tea as well.
Dec. 10th, 2009 09:41 am (UTC)
"I like Batman," Sylar defended, none too defensively though. "He's about the most badass comic book hero out there, from the old mainstream books anyway."
Dec. 10th, 2009 09:45 am (UTC)
"I always liked Superman... well Clark Kent, myself." Claire laughed, finding the fact that Sylar wasn't offended at all slightly humorous. "But I guess you kind of are like Batman. Or Bruce Wayne. He was kind of cool. Millionaire playboy. Suave and charming, but nobody knew about the dark face behind the shining mask."
Dec. 10th, 2009 09:51 am (UTC)
"Save good ol' Alfred. If only I'd had one of him. But Clark Kent? So... Glasses, button down and trench coat would be more your thing? Red underwear and blue tights underneath?" he grinned playfully. "I don't know if I could pull his evening look off." He sipped the sun-cured sweet tea, silently grateful to Claire, sure without her he'd have developed diabetes.
Dec. 10th, 2009 09:56 am (UTC)
"What can I say? I've got a thing for tall, dark and dorky." She chuckled, pulling out one of the stools and having a seat at the breakfast bar. "I just like those home grown genuine momma's boys. They're endearing and sweet. Full of the cheeseball stuff like buying girls flowers and candy and putting their coat in a puddle."

If Claire had only known about young Gabriel Gray. She would have probably thought him a totally different person. There would be no way in the blond's mind that Sylar was once that repressed and shy.
Dec. 10th, 2009 10:09 am (UTC)
Sylar stared at Claire with a whistful sort of look in his eyes, wondering why nearly ten years and thousands of miles had to separate them so very long ago. Now the age gap between them was negliable. He was a hundred and twenty-eight, she'd just rounded one-twenty. You could barely call that a gap. "God, fate and chance, what cruel and fickle bitches." He sipped again and shook his head.
Dec. 10th, 2009 10:12 am (UTC)
"Huh?" Claire was completely clueless. Those types of boys didn't exist in her world anymore and certainly didn't exist for her in California. "What are you talking about?"
Dec. 10th, 2009 10:21 am (UTC)
"Nevermind," Sylar shook his head. "Its not important. I'll get my shoes on and we can head out and actually get you a wardrobe."

He didn't know how to express to her his past. She knew the most about him due to their shared history, butthere were still things she didn't know, older things, some just as dark, some quite innocuous. He'd dropped small mentions, the fact that he'd worn glasses, that some one in his family had his same ability, but he wasn't sure Claire was botherigg to piece that all together and get a fuller picture of him. Not that it should matter to him all that much. They were doing so well.
Dec. 10th, 2009 10:28 am (UTC)
"No, it is important. If it wasn't you wouldn't have said anything." Claire knew that Sylar once wore glasses. Also knew that his dad had his ability, but she had no idea about his mother or how he was raised. She knew he was once a little God fearing boy, which she also thought was kind of cute.

"You're fragile, aren't you?" She finally asked. "What kind of a boy were you? Dorky? Too smart? Collected comics? Really good at Math? Which one because I totally would have pegged you as a track jock or something until right now." Claire glared at him a bit, giving Sylar a knowing look.
Dec. 10th, 2009 11:00 am (UTC)
Sylar stopped in his preparations to stand, looking at her a moment as though gushing the sincerity of her interest. He finally settled back down with a quiet sigh, casting back in his memory to find the answers. "I was very quiet. Very neat and tidy, and always did as I was told.

"I was... a watchmaker's son, and my mother always wanted better for me, but I could never focus on school the way I'd have needed to have amounted to anything, too much of a daydreamer, drawing horses in the margins of my notebooks. Plus I wanted my dad to think I was worth at least as much as she did, so I'd spend every afternoon minding the shop, learning how to fix these beautiful and delicate machines. Not really the coolest after school activity.

"I was one of the only kids who dressed nicely for school, button down shirts and slacks, a jacket when it was cold, or a sweatervest. My biggest rebellion was refusing to wear a tie, except to church, because it went a small way toward discouraging the bullies. I was generally liked by my teachers, but my reportcard always came back saying the same two things: 'has difficulty working in groups', and 'isn't performing at his full potential'."

"Then my dad deserted us, and that's when I stopped running when the bullies chased me, started turning around and hitting back. I managed not to get suspended though, I never started it." He shrugged one shoulder, slightly. "I wasn't smart or anything, just gangly and strange looking with a broken family and a weird job, always stuck in my own head with no interest in coming out."
Dec. 10th, 2009 06:29 pm (UTC)
Claire listened intently to Sylar tell his story and the man was actually able to pull at her heart strings a bit. She knew the type he described himself as. The awkward kid who nobody was friends with. She never hurt them or made life harder for them, but she certainly didn't try to reach out to help.

"I'm sorry." The blond said with deepest sincerity. "But now look at you, past discretions aside. You've grown into a wonderful young man." She smiled, knowing the word young no longer applied to either of them anymore. "You are not the gangly strange-looking one. You turned out to be a very charming and tall, dark and handsome. Plus, no bully could touch you."
Dec. 10th, 2009 09:55 pm (UTC)
"No, I guess not," Sylar agreed, smirking. "But in a very different world it sort of sounds like you might have been the one pretty girl who'd have been even a little nice to me. My imagination running wild again, because Queens isn't anywhere near Texas and I'm older." He shrugged and joked, "Small details."
Dec. 10th, 2009 10:35 pm (UTC)
Claire ginned and reached over to put her hand on Sylar's. "I absolutely would have been nice to you. My best friend was probably the most unpopular kid in school. Just because we grew up didn't mean I needed to stop talking to him. He was a great kid and people just thought he was weird. He wasn't weird."

She missed Zach. That life felt so long ago. Odessa and cheerleading, popularity and homecoming. She missed what it was like before her ability.
Dec. 10th, 2009 10:54 pm (UTC)
"We're all weird,," Sylar smiled at her hand over his, feeling a bit of a weight lift from talking about himself. Still, his cheeks turned a little pink at the gentle contact, the reminescing bringing back some of that insecure shyness. "Took a while for me to get that. That it's okay to be different, it's just a matter of finding people who like what's different about you. It's harder now, but with you being understanding like this... It makes it easier. Thanks." His smile held the warm glow of his gratitude.

Edited at 2009-12-11 04:34 am (UTC)
Dec. 11th, 2009 06:07 am (UTC)
"You're welcome." Claire beamed. Slowly, she was seeing less and less of the man she thought she knew and more of this guy. She kinda liked this guy.

"And now we shop!" She declared suddenly, pulling away from the brunette and bouncing off to the bedroom to slip on the borrowed shoes.
Dec. 11th, 2009 10:54 am (UTC)
He laughed warmly at her enthusiasm for the day ahead, slipping into his own shoes and a light-weight canvas jacket with a vaguely dress-military flare. He had a good feeling about this trip, bound to go better than the last. And though he knew little about lingerie, Sylar enjoyed taking a girl shopping. Watching them play dress-up amused rather than bored him. "Where to first?" he asked Claire once they were back in the shopplex.
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