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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. 26th, 2009 11:31 pm (UTC)
"No, please," Sylar's tone was unmistakably pleading as he stepped back as well, gave her space. "I'm so sorry. I just get carried away some times, but I won't," he promised, distress written in his eyes. "Youve been so kind to me, and I'm still sort of messed up after Gwen, and there are still all these old thoughts I can never quite shake." He ran the heel of one hand over his temple as though he could push those old memories from his head.
Dec. 27th, 2009 12:58 am (UTC)
"You... Hmmm..." Claire had to school her anger like a mother would to a child doing nothing really wrong. She breathed through her nose again and frowned. "You can't do this. We were getting along so well and then... Ughhh, you do something like this." She pointed out. It wasn't like she was really mad at him, just disappointed that he'd burst her bubble so quickly.

"Look. I like you, but not like that." Claire admitted, adding a smile to the mix. "I do think that I should start looking for a place to live. I don't want this to get unhealthy."
Dec. 27th, 2009 04:43 am (UTC)
"Me neither," Sylar agreed with her saying she didn't want things to spoil. He liked her too, and would honestly rather keep it platonic than have her walk away entirely. He just couldn't help his impulses sometimes. "Just... I don't want you to think you have to run away from me, not any more. I'm tired of scaring or worrying people, of being a freak, and I like you, too, Claire, for so many different reasons. I don't want to wreck this, what ever course it's taking, wherever it's going."
Dec. 27th, 2009 04:48 am (UTC)
"Then maybe we don't have to remain so distant anymore." She suggested, backing away slightly to lean on the doorframe, able to exit if she wished. "I can move on with my life, but we don't have to ignore each other anymore. I don't think either of us would suffer if we remained friends."

Which in saying, felt strange. This was Sylar. He took so much away from her. He'd changed her and violated her... but that was a long time ago...

"I don't know if I'm ready to forgive you yet." She clarified. "You really hurt me, Gabriel. That's why I don't think I should stay. What if you overstep again... lose control again...?"
Dec. 27th, 2009 05:16 am (UTC)
He drew a breath and nodded, eyes closed, to indicate his understanding. "I am so sorry. I know. I try to keep everything in mind. Certain things, normal to so many people, just don't come so naturally to me. I don't mean to be so careless. It's just a little harder around you." he looked up, still fretting. "I get to let go of the pretenses, and I think I've let some of the other boundaries I've set for myself slip, too. I'll be more careful."
Dec. 27th, 2009 05:20 am (UTC)
"Okay." Claire nodded, stepping back into the room. "I think it's best we call it a night." She really didn't want to face Sylar anymore. "I'm going to take a quick shower. Why don't you change and make us tea?"

She really needed some alone time.
Dec. 27th, 2009 05:29 am (UTC)
"Okay," he nodded again and obeyed, going to the kitchen first so she could get things together for her shower before he changed. He put the heat on low under the kettle to bring it to a slow boil and brooded quietly as he leaned against the counter. "Idiot..."
Dec. 27th, 2009 05:39 am (UTC)
Claire was in the shower for a long, long time. She spent the first few minutes just cleaning off her make-up and washing her hair, but the rest of the time, she just stood under the scalding spray, watching her skin boil and heal, thinking about what just happened.

Why had he kissed her? Sylar was kind to her, but it was starting to feel like that guy friend that every girl had in her life. He never led her to believe that he was attracted to her. The idea that he was freaked her out a bit.

When she finally climbed out of the shower, she dried off her skin and the wrapped her hair in the damp towel, sitting on the edge of the tub for a long moment. She reached out and took the straight razor on the counter, clicking it open and admiring the old and very dated device as it gleamed in the sterile light of the bathroom.

Forgetting that she had already been taking forever, Claire drew the blade over the skin of her bare thigh, watching without any emotion as the skin split and blood seeped before the wound closed itself up. It was a strange and most likely disgusting habit, but it was what she needed. It helped her think.
Dec. 27th, 2009 05:58 am (UTC)
He waited quite a while, getting dressed in soft grey yoga pants and a navy tank, long feet left bare. He had a cup of tea alone, thinking back on everything and sound his best to emphasize the paternal aspects from those old memories that weren't really his, which he usually suppressed and isolated, but might be useful now. Problem being Senator Petrelli had only known Claire distantly for a couple years and had always had a thing for blondes. 'She looks so much like Meredith...'

At last he became concerned enough to go in and rap lightly on the door. If he hadn't been on the couch the whole time, he'd wonder if she'd slipped out when he wasn't looking. "Claire? Are you-... I didn't mean..." Dammit.
Dec. 27th, 2009 07:24 am (UTC)
She wasn't expecting the knock on the door, so when Sylar came to check on her, Claire was startled, dropping the razor with a loud clatter on the tiled floor.

"dammit... I'm fine." She called out through the door, quickly pulling the towel from her hair to mop up what was left of the blood trickling over her clean skin. "Just a moment..." She fumbled, surprised that there was so much crimson. She must have been really lost in thought.
Dec. 27th, 2009 10:18 am (UTC)
There came the subtle shiver of a half-truth, but Sylar wasn't surprised by it, nor hurt. He knew. Claire wouldn't be completely forthcoming with him now. He'd messed up. Lost trust, what shakey little there had been.

"The kettle's hot," he told her lamely, an excuse for the knock, and moved away from the door again. He should find another girlfriend, the kind he was used to, whom he lied to. It was easier to remember boundaries as part of a character. 'Alex' knew how to remain behaved.
Dec. 27th, 2009 07:34 pm (UTC)
"Okay... just a second." Claire replied, feeling slightly bad. She'd ruined one of Sylar's towels. It wasn't a big deal. At least she had managed to clean herself off. After a few moments, she wrapped the brunette's towel around herself, stuffing the bloodied one at the bottom of the trash. She stepped out and quickly got into her pajamas, walking out to meet the taller man in the kitchen.

"Sorry. I got lost in thought."
Dec. 27th, 2009 10:24 pm (UTC)
He looked up and nodded, accepting her answer. It was true, after all. "Just wanted to make sure you hadn't dozed off under the water," he smiled slightly, still worried about what he'd done, that it would strain things between them. But he'd been lost in thoughts, too, and was holding on to a jewel of hope.

The first time they'd really talked she had told him point blank that she could not forgive him. This time there had been an extra word. Three tiny but very significant letters: yet. That implied, ever so subtly, that she wanted to, part of her anyway. He just had to hold on until that part won out. It may not mean they'd become lovers, but it might mean an end to the silent, painful strain between them.

"Everyone adored you," he pointed out, steering the moment deliberately in a positive direction.
Dec. 28th, 2009 12:53 am (UTC)
"The ladies were rather interested in you." Claire smiled, hoping too that things hadn't too weird. She thought long and hard in the bathroom while she sliced open her skin. Sylar had stolen her ability to feel pain and that would take a lot for her to get over. Sure, she used it to her advantage now, but she felt far less human because of it.
Dec. 28th, 2009 01:30 am (UTC)
"Oh, they like the mystery," Sylar dismissed. "But the neighbors are too close to get close to," he shook his head slightly. "You, on the other hand, are genuinely pretty, so it's small wonder you draw eyes."
Dec. 28th, 2009 04:38 pm (UTC)
"Actually, I don't think it was the fact that you're a mystery that had the women wondering." Claire continued, skipping over the fact that Sylar had just called her pretty. Obviously he thought she was pretty. He has kissed her...

Why had did he have to kiss her?

Now all she wanted to do was lock herself away and never see him again...
Dec. 28th, 2009 07:39 pm (UTC)
"Oh?" He bit and let them talk about him instead. She seemed to be insisting and he had no desire to do anything, even the smallest thing, to drive her away again. "What did they say they're so fascinated with?" There was still a bit of a wry, self-depricatibg skepticism in his tone.
Dec. 28th, 2009 07:47 pm (UTC)
"Well, Kit thought Sean was too good for you, but Becca seemed thrilled that you were straight and single." She grinned slightly, moving to sit down at the breakfast bar. "Did you make tea?" Claire wanted to change the subject. Perhaps this was how she led him on?
Dec. 28th, 2009 08:02 pm (UTC)
"Well, the hot water part anyway," he smiled and brought the cup he'd taken down for her along with the kettle. "What sort of tea would you like?"

He opened his cupboard in anticipation of her answer, his collection of various teas modestly impressive. Personally he was hoping she wouldn't dwell on the damn kiss. His own imagination of any possible reciprocation had been the only confusion, nothing she'd really done. He didn't feel lead on anyway, by anyone other than himself.
Dec. 28th, 2009 08:22 pm (UTC)
"Lemon is fine. With sugar." She gave him a pacifying grin. Things felt awkward. Claire didn't want them to, but they did the more she thought about him kissing her.
Dec. 28th, 2009 09:20 pm (UTC)
He brought down the tin of tea and took out a single serving, fixing up her cup the way he'd learned she liked while she was still abed. He put the warm, soothing cup before her and fixed his own, Earl Gray, with cream and sugar rather than lemon, and settled back against the counter to sip it. Silence settled in. He had no idea what to say.
Dec. 28th, 2009 09:39 pm (UTC)
Claire breathed out through her nose and looked away from Sylar, not really looking forward to what was about to happen. She picked up her tea and drank without fear of burning herself. She couldn't feel it anyway.

What felt like a silent eternity, Claire finally decided to get up and head over to the living area, sitting on the couch and flipping on the holocast.

Why did he have to kiss her?
Dec. 28th, 2009 09:50 pm (UTC)
Sylar watched her move away, concern and sadness settling in. He had no idea what else to say. He couldn't force forgiveness, he had learned that lesson hard and painfully. It made things all the more difficult because his impulse still was to work the problem anyway until he had a solution for it. Waiting for someone else to supply a crucial response (or not) was frustraiting and debilitating. He moved to a bar stool and sat alone, eavesdropping on the news without watching. They weren't 20 feet from one another and still utterly alone.
Dec. 28th, 2009 10:01 pm (UTC)
Claire felt the familiar loneliness settling in as well. She couldn't help but miss when things were friendly, but now reality weighed heavily on her shoulders. She couldn't figure out exactly why it was bothering her so much. Sure, the perpetrator was Sylar. That in itself made the moment that much more intense. This wasn't just some boy she'd met and felt guilty for not returning feelings for.

Sylar knew her.

He knew every bit of her. He'd seen her at her most vulnerable and for a time, played a very important role in her life. He still played a very important role in her life which is what made the memory of his lips on hers that much more jarring.

She watched the news, same old stuff. Murder this, fire that. Some new breakthrough in technology that really wasn't that impressive, just marginally cooler than the product before it... it bored her and by the time she'd finished her tea, she decided it was best to just call it a night.

"I think I'm going to turn in." Claire announced, turning to the brunette and turning off the holocast. "Do you want to take your bed back. I'll be fine on the couch." And honestly, she didn't want to be near the scent of his sheets. It smelt like her... along with a sprinkle of his earthy cologne. No, she didn't want that right now.
Dec. 28th, 2009 11:05 pm (UTC)
"You're my guest. I wouldn't dream of it," he shook his head slightly, his sense of hospitality better than that, mostly due to the infrequency with which he and his family had ever had guests. He'd never grown casual about it.
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