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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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i_can_fix_it
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."
invincibleblond
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."
i_can_fix_it
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.
invincibleblond
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.
i_can_fix_it
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.
invincibleblond
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?"
i_can_fix_it
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.
invincibleblond
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.
i_can_fix_it
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."
invincibleblond
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."
i_can_fix_it
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."
invincibleblond
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.
i_can_fix_it
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)
invincibleblond
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.
i_can_fix_it
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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