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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. 29th, 2009 07:39 am (UTC)
He tilted his head slightly, eyebrows lifting as he tried to confirm what she meant. "Your ability to feel pain, you mean? You want all of those sensations back?" Again, no judgement, just a desire for understanding, and this time just a bit of warning to think carefully on the answer. It was very possibly within his capabilities. After all, he had a talent for fixing things, even complex, organic machines. He'd only run into trouble if there was a corosponding psychological element that kept her numb. That none of his abilities could truly touch.
Dec. 29th, 2009 07:43 am (UTC)
"Yes!" Claire begged, reaching out and gripping Sylar's arms, pulling him closer. "Can you? You really think you can?"
Dec. 29th, 2009 07:54 am (UTC)
"I think so," he nodded. "At least I can look and see."

Sylar reached out and brushed a track of tears away. "Don't be frightened," he told her quietly, then slipped into an entirely different mode of thinkin. That registered in the expression on his face.

He was no longer looking at Claire Bennet, the person. As he truly engaged his intuitive aptitude he instead looked at and analyzed her as a biological machine. Specificially her brain, but he also took her body in as a whole. Everything seemed to function perfectly, at the optimum of human health and ability. She had no irregular cells, no disease, no underdeveloped anything.

His eyes were on hers but looked beyond her, seeing past the hazel orbs, the retinal nerves, almost just listening to the tick-tick-tick off her brain.
Dec. 29th, 2009 08:07 am (UTC)
That was scary. Claire watched as the old Sylar, the one who poked around in her brain, registered on the brunette's face. It was unsettling to say the least, but if it could make her right again...
Dec. 29th, 2009 08:24 am (UTC)
After a breathless moment, he smiled. It was an expressionnof pride and triumph. He could do this. He knew exactly what part of her brain had locked down, a defensive reaction most likely, to his intrusions so long ago. But he could fix it.

That assurance swept some of the dark determination from his face, took him back further, to the person he'd been before the killing, the constructive man, the restorative expert who had brought life back to otherwise junked objects whose delicate workings, like Claire's were nothing short of an artistic symphony.

"I gave up on God a long time ago, but sometimes I see things and I know they can't just be a happy accident of fate," he told her, grin brightening.

Edited at 2009-12-29 08:36 am (UTC)
Dec. 29th, 2009 08:40 am (UTC)
"So, you can fix it?" Claire asked again, a small grin trying to breath through her tears. "You can undo whatever it was that... that you did to me?" Why she couldn't forgive him. Why she couldn't accept him completely. There it was. She blamed him for this. After all, since he went poking around in her skull, she had never been the same.
Dec. 29th, 2009 08:45 am (UTC)
"I can," he assured, nodding ernestly. "But I have to be able to see, better than I can now. I can know what is wrong like this, but to actually repair it..." it wasn't a pleasant prospect. She would have to be vulnerable to him again, have to be placed in the same position as when she broke.
Dec. 29th, 2009 08:51 am (UTC)
"I... oh..." Claire looked away, feeling scared all of a sudden. She wasn't sure she'd be able to go through that again. Though, it had been a long time since the original performance...

After a long pause and weighing out the options, the blond nodded. "Okay... just... just..." She looked back up with those wide wet eyes, searching for something in Sylar's. "Not like the last time, okay?" Though, she had a feeling he'd be much kinder this time around.
Dec. 29th, 2009 08:59 am (UTC)
He nodded gravely. "Not like last time. We can do whatever you need to feel as comfortable as you can," he added. "Wherever you prefer to lie, or sit, and I'll keep a cloth on hand to clean up, okay? And you won't be alone, afterward, unless that's what you need." All for her. He amazed himself with the lengths he was willing to go to, to bend over backwards for her, when he'd been so very inflexible and selfish before.
Dec. 29th, 2009 09:02 am (UTC)
"Anywhere is fine..." Claire said, her voice small. "As long as you're gentle with me..." She wasn't sure how this was going to go this time, but she let him lead. He knew what was to be done to make everything right again. It was only fair that Sylar fix the damage he'd caused.
Dec. 29th, 2009 09:11 am (UTC)
He nodded, and since they were here and clean up would be easy, he had her lie back in the empty tub, shoulders pillowed on a folded towel, while he went to work. With careful hands he freed her hair from the ponytail she'd put it in, combing it out slightly before kneeling beside her.

"It's been so very long since I've done this," he told her, like a confession. "Decades upon decades. I thought I never would again..."

He did not sound happy about breaking the long stretch of abstinence. More as though he considered it a failing, a weakness, but she wanted this, to be right again. So he lifted his hand, pointed purposefully, and cut.
Dec. 29th, 2009 09:16 am (UTC)
"Umhmm" She agreed, not really paying any attention to what he had said. Claire had her eyes closed and her bottom lip was being chewed on hard. She didn't feel anything as Sylar's mental bland bit into her skin. What she did feel was the trickle of blood, the liquid reminder that she was still alive. It ran past her ears and down her neck...

It was actually rather pleasent.
Dec. 29th, 2009 09:28 am (UTC)
He felt the old familiar power flow out from him, not from his hand, physically, but from his force of will itself. The gesture just helped direct it. In a moment the crown of her skull separated from the rest and he lifted it free, laying it aside quickly on a hand towel.

With her brain matter exposed he felt another old rush. A sick arrousal, not of a sexual nature, but one constructed of defiance, breaking a great social taboo by looking upon something utterly forbidden: the internal workings of a human being. He marveled at the beauty, the complexity. He became as reverent and privately philosophical as the first time, but kept any thoughts he had fully to himself.

After a few reverent beats he shifted positions, behind her now, and reached out. With the most delicate touches he carressed the whorls of her brain, looking for that spot, that switch. "Tell me when you feel something."

After all, such a scalping and extreme treppanation had to hurt.
Dec. 29th, 2009 07:59 pm (UTC)
Her arms and legs, all the muscles in her body would twitch here and there, indicating that Sylar was poking around... but still no pain. Granted, she didn't feel it after he'd severed her skull the first time. She waited longer, the odd sensation of her limbs moving without her consent unsettling her.

"I don't feel..." And before she could finished, it washed over her like a tidal wave. Her head felt like it was on fire.

Dec. 29th, 2009 11:16 pm (UTC)
"There it is," he nodded to himself, feeling everything fall into place, the parts begin to 'turn' properly. Moving his hand away he made certain no stray strands had gotten in the way and lifted her skullcap again, placing it gently. Flesh and bone knit, sealing her precious soul away once more.
Dec. 29th, 2009 11:28 pm (UTC)
Claire bucked out of the tub gasping for breath as if she'd been drowning in the damn thing.

"OhmygodOhmygodOhmygod...." She panted, closing her eyes and wiping the blood from forehead. She looked up at Sylar for a single moment before looking over at the sink and picking up the razor, clicking it open and quickly drawing the blade across her skin. It took only a moment before the searing heat of pain spread and she bit back a scream and then, after the heat also registered in her lip, she grinned bright and hot white.

"It worked..." She said in a hushed whisper. "It WORKED!" And before she could contain herself, Claire leapt forward, wrapping her arms around Sylar's neck, kissing his cheek while laughing and crying at the same time.
Dec. 29th, 2009 11:37 pm (UTC)
He held her, felt the kiss and marveled at it, but was silent, stunned. So many complicated thoughts running through his mind. How horribly good it had been to do that, the layers of significance, the flood of old memories and the godlike feeling of power. He was exhilerated and afraid. As much as he was ever afraid anyway. "I'm so glad," he told her, voice quiet and distant.
Dec. 30th, 2009 05:38 am (UTC)
She was so thankful, happy that he could at least redeem this mistake with her. Sylar had effective took back the worst thing he'd done to the poor girl. Claire sobbed and laughed, her face buried in the brunette's neck, pulling him close and nearly knocking him into the tub.

"Thank you." She exclaimed against his skin. "Thank you so much!"
Dec. 30th, 2009 06:51 am (UTC)
Sylar took a slow breath, smoothing a hand over the back of her head. He felt strange, unstable all of a sudden. He had expected her to be disgusted by him all over again, push him away immediately and demand her space. He hadn't thought about, hadn't realized how much he needed to be held like this until her arms were around him, warm body pressed against him.

"It's okay," he might have been reassuring himself more than demuring to her thanks. He turned his face and muzzled against the side of her head. His fingertips ran through her golden curls slowly and repetative. Any moment she was going to freak out and pull away. He brushed his lips against the rise of her cheekbone, unable to define why he felt so desperate, unaware tears had slid from his eyes.
Dec. 30th, 2009 10:04 am (UTC)
Claire needed it too. She needed to feel human and Sylar gave what felt like her humanity back. Her feelings for him, however convoluted and complicated, had changed quite a bit. She blamed him for her lack of feeling, her lack of understanding the beauty that was once pain and now... now he'd given her the greatest gift imaginable.

"Thank you... I'm so sorry I was so mad at you..." She grinned, pulling away to look at his tear-streaked face. That caught her off guard almost immediately. "W-why... why are you crying?" Her tone was polling with nothing but total concern. "Are you okay?"

Dec. 30th, 2009 10:31 am (UTC)
"Huhh?" It was more breath than voice as he reached up to brush his own face and found her words true. His hand was trembling slightly, too, as he looked at his wet palm, bewildered. "I don't know, I...

"I feel strange," he admitted, voice smaller, then added more confidently, "But I'm glad you can feel again. I'm glad you don't have to carry the anger that came from that."

He still had one arm mostly around her and the other returned to the place it had occupied, lower on her back, Sylar still seeming to need to steady himself, and definitely not ready to relinquish this contact yet. He was wary of overstepping bounds, but by remaining stationary tried to keep her near as another fresh tear rolled down to replace what he'd wiped clean.

"God, I'm sorry," he tried to laugh at himself, at the absurdity of being overwhelmed by something he'd once done often and so eagerly, with such malicious glee. But it felt more like the first time than the last in a string of dozens. At least though this time he didn't think he was going to get sick.
Dec. 30th, 2009 04:41 pm (UTC)
Claire reached out, wiping the tear away from Sylar's face with her palm. "Was it because... because you had to do that again?" She asked, slightly surprised that this had effected Sylar the way it had.
Dec. 30th, 2009 08:38 pm (UTC)
His forced smile fled, the brunette pausing briefly before nodding. "It's not easy to describe the significance of this to me. It's not something I've done, not in, oh... Nearly eighty years. At first it was hard, insanely frustrating, but eventually...

"I'm not the man I was," he told her, as though it was some deeply kept secret. "I'm still not quite right, still have to be careful, about my temper and the way I view things, but it's different. At least I think so."

After doing that, dredging up those age old memories and sensations, he wondered.
Dec. 30th, 2009 11:05 pm (UTC)
"I understand." Claire nodded, not really sure what to think of this. She decided she'd start by practically not sitting on Sylar's lap. That must have been overwhelming to begin with.

"I'm sorry if that upset you," She began as she stood, taking i her image in the mirror and deciding that she needed to wash up. "But I can't thank you enough for fixing this. I've lived with this inability to feel for over one hundred years. I didn't feel human without it."
Dec. 30th, 2009 11:40 pm (UTC)
Sylar relinquished her reluctantly, now more than ever regretting that damn kiss. He could have perhaps earned a more intimate friendship with her, something where hugs and cuddling might have been okay, but instead he'd just made it all weird.

He turned and pulled his knees to his chest, clearing his throat slightly as he worked to compose himself. "I never intended to take that from you," he was still apologetic. "I was so damn selfish and careless. I wish I could have done something, sooner."
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