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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
Jan. 20th, 2010 01:05 pm (UTC)
The colour drained from Natasha's face slightly. The image of the two cuddling brought forth a jealousy even the model wasn't quite aware of or prepared for. She got hugs from her handsome neighbor, pecks on the cheek, but 'Alex' had always kept everyone at arm's length, otherwise. No one went in that apartment but the two men, and suddenly this strange girl had entre?

"Hmm, sounds like you were more than happy to take full advantage of the sitch," there it was, a flat out accusation to reveal the jealousy. In truth Natasha had only ever plied the brunette with liquor in hopes of loosening him up and getting him more touchy-feely.
invincibleblond
Jan. 20th, 2010 01:11 pm (UTC)
"Of... huh?" Claire knew exactly what this woman was talking about, but decided instead of biting, she would play dumb. "I don't know... he was pretty upset. He felt like such a fool, especially because it was at your apartment in front of everyone. I thought he was going to cry. I can only imagine what my uncle goes through when they are both drunk. Sean is sooo much worse." She laughed, acting as if she'd completely missed the insinuation that she was trying to move in on that tall and handsome brunette that was apparently on all of the ladies' radar.
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 20th, 2010 01:21 pm (UTC)
"Ah...wha...?" Now Tash just looked confused and flustered. A slight blush broke out on her cheeks as several images bombarded her at once, first of Sean and Alex, drunk together and snuggling like kittens, then of Claire in the middle of it! She was starting to wonder about the familial norms between these people!
invincibleblond
Jan. 20th, 2010 01:28 pm (UTC)
"You have seen them drunk, yes?" Claire raised and eyebrow as if trying to follow why Tash was so confuddled. "I mean, they turn into wishy-washy little girls. Emotional wrecks would be a better way of describing it. I remember one time, when I was in high school and they came to visit LA on spring break. They got so loaded one night while playing moonbusters. Sean accused Ally of cheating and they were so drunk that the two of them ended up in a stupid fight, Sean breaking the buster board and Alex crying himself to sleep in the bathtub. Funny in retrospect, but those boys can be such girls sometimes."

Oh, this was wonderful. Claire could make up all of these random and funny details about Sylar and his alter ego, all while revealing to Natasha that the woman would never know Alex the way the blond would. She would never have that connection with the mysterious brunette.

'HA HA!'
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 20th, 2010 01:34 pm (UTC)
Natasha was floored. "I... don't think I've ever seen either of them that drunk. They're both so... straight-laced..."

And 'they' were, around strangers. Sylar played at being buzzed, but he never went so far as to feign utter drunkeness. He didn't stay at parties that long, ever. She was often deeply disappointed by her inability to keep them through an evening. They'd bring champagne or wine to contribute to the party, but they were never passed out on her couch and there to help pick up the apartment the next day.
invincibleblond
Jan. 20th, 2010 01:43 pm (UTC)
"Really?" Claire feigned shock and surprise. She wasn't really surprised at all. Why would a man who couldn't get drunk fake it? "Well, you're not really missing out on much. Though the stories do tend to be noteworthy." Rub it in Claire, rub it in. "This one time, at my graduation party, we were all hanging out at my Uncle Ronny's house and Alex was so out of it, he ended up snuggling up with my aunt Lucy's prize pomeranian, petting it and calling it Linda... That's my other aunt on my dad's side. I think I might have a pic of it somewhere."
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 20th, 2010 01:50 pm (UTC)
"Gawd... No wonder he doesn't drink like that in public..." Claire had totally derailed a potentially nasty situation (not that it couldn't get back on track again later), just with ridiculous false stories about Sylar in the sort of compromised states he had never allowed himself to get in. The closest he came to drunken foolishness was that too-bold kiss to a girl he'd no idea was a dyke.

Edited at 2010-01-20 01:52 pm (UTC)
invincibleblond
Jan. 20th, 2010 01:55 pm (UTC)
"Yeah, he has to be super comfortable with the people he's around to actually let himself go. He can be so anal, ya know?' Claire grinned, a little bit of bite in the smile. It was an obvious poke at the fact that 'Alex' was clearly not as close with Tash as the young woman would have probably wished. "But it is kinda funny when he let's you see it."
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 20th, 2010 02:01 pm (UTC)
Sylar would be dieing right now, not certain if it was of embarrassment or amusement for the stories that Claire was making up. Natasha on the other hand was entirely unamused by the swing back in the direction of how little she really knew about the brunette, how distant their relationship actually was. "I'm sure he'd love to hear you gossiping all about it," she snarked back.
invincibleblond
Jan. 20th, 2010 02:07 pm (UTC)
"Oh, it would kill him." She smiled, pretty sure that Sylar would be annoyed by the stories she'd told. "But that's what he gets for getting so lashed that these stories are even real." Claire giggled, knowing that she had won this round. Tash wanted to make her feel like the new, unknowing nobody, when in actuality it was Natasha herself who was out of the loop.
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 20th, 2010 02:17 pm (UTC)
It was impossible for the brunette to gain the upper hand and this point and she spent most of the shopping trip being passive aggressive and plastic. She no longer liked 'Sandra' and was loath to even return her to the building. If the blond could just disappear neatly into the bustling crowds of New York that would have suited the model just fine.

Of course no such thing happened. They returned together and parted ways before their respective doors, the dark and handsome man behind one of which was none the wiser to the drama that had occurred. He was positive the day could have been nothing but fantastic for both girls and had spent his own looking forward to receiving a cheerful Claire when she came home.

The instant she came in the warm, savory smell of baked ziti would fill her petite little nose. "I wasn't sure if you'd eat out," he greeted with an explanation, "so I fixed something that could stay warming in the oven until you're hungry."
invincibleblond
Jan. 20th, 2010 02:34 pm (UTC)
Claire shut the door with a frown on her face, the smile that had been plastered on the whole afternoon nearly flying off her lips the moment she was out of site of that... witch. She tiled her head and closed her eyes, breathing in that delightful, home-cooked smell. When her eyes opened, she looked at Sylar and her features scrunched slightly, her head tilting just a bit further; a tell-tale sign that she was deeply considering something.

Before the brunette could even inquire what was going on beneath that obviously frustrated brow, Claire dropped the bags she was holding and took a few very powerful steps forward before pulling Sylar down into a hard, passionate and incredibly possessive kiss.

She was so fucking sick of dealing with Natasha and her jibes and prodding and how much of a fucking bitch she was! This was definitely Claire marking her territory. Sylar was most definitely hers and no one elses...
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 20th, 2010 02:35 pm (UTC)
The Intuitive was definitely perplexed by the facial expressions and the sudden, intimate kiss, but he did nothing to back off or investigate the action, not yet. The flicker of confusion was doused by hotter flames, desire sweeping in to steal vital breath from any lesser fires.

His arms slipped around her petite frame, pulling her up to her toes in the kiss. He took possession of her in turn, claiming as he was claimed, eagerly. He'd look into the cause of it all, later. For now he just basked in the sudden and unexpected pleasure of not just being desired, but demanded.
invincibleblond
Jan. 20th, 2010 02:39 pm (UTC)
And she certainly made it abundantly clear that his sexuality was demanded at this moment. The blond's fingers were in his hair in an instant, pulling at the strands to bring their bodies even tighter together. Her nails even dared to bite slightly into skin, a warm and rumbling moan swelling from her chest.

Claire wanted to know just where they stood. She wanted to feel it after having to make up lies and stories about 'how much better' she knew this man. She knew him better than anyone. She was a part of him.
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 20th, 2010 02:48 pm (UTC)
She had no idea. She was his angel, his salvation. She had saved his life, first from the virus, then from every subsequent threat that had ever sought to eliminate him by accident or design. He was well aware of all he owed to her, and was finally in a place to surrender all of it.

He moaned into the kiss just after her, an inarticulate affirmation of her wordless statement. Sliding his hands lower he lifted her from the floor completely, wrapped her momentarily around himself, and took the couple quick steps needed to pin her shoulders to the nearest wall.
invincibleblond
Jan. 20th, 2010 02:54 pm (UTC)
Claire easily wrapped hooked her ankles behind Sylar's lower back, her legs wrapped around his lean waist. The only acknowledgement she gave to him was a huff of breath out of her nose when he pressed her against the sheet plaster.

Her insides were already at a heavy boil, her heart pounding in her chest. This was so lovely. He'd reacted just how she'd wanted; possessive, feral, strong... erotic. Claire bit and nipped at his lips at that thought, hands petting through his hair, her breath short and shallow.
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 20th, 2010 03:04 pm (UTC)
Boredom and repetition meant nothing to him when this girl was involved. She was not just another disposable girlfriend, she was his holy grail of which he was so utterly unworthy and yet couldn't, wouldn't keep his bloody hands off of. He returned the aggressive kiss, nip for nip, bruising lips until he tasted a faint copper tinge, God only knew if it was hers or his.

One arm slung beneath her sculpted bottom to keep her aloft, the other hand traveled up her frame, finding her throat, her jaw, to tilt her head back further. "Ohhh, Claire..." he purred against her mouth, his desire for everything she was likely well evident through fabric and against her thigh. Blood was rushing southward with every quick, heavy beat of his immortal heart.
invincibleblond
Jan. 20th, 2010 03:10 pm (UTC)
God, she wanted this so fucking bad, but hearing her name broke that rushing spell as heat pooled ever faster to the feminine folds between her legs.

"Wait..." She breathed out, almost non-existent. Her body certainly did not want to stop. Her whole being was pulsing for her to continue, but she couldn't. It was too soon, too fast.

"Gabriel... wait..." She whispered, her voice finding more strength as she huffed air into her lungs, holding Sylar's head in her hands and pressing her forehead against his, her eyes still closed. "We can't... not yet... not now..." Not for these reasons. It would ruin it.
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 20th, 2010 03:16 pm (UTC)
"Why?" the inquisition was hot against her cheek as he nuzzled, kissed across her face and guided that to the side so that he could nip at one tiny shell earlobe and press kisses down her throat.

He sounded a little like a small boy told he couldn't have any birthday cake after being giving a bite of icing, but it was also honest enough. She'd come at him so hard and fast in the midst of his innocuous domestic greeting that he was in great desire of a good reason not to follow this to its simultaneously most logical and irrational conclusion.
invincibleblond
Jan. 20th, 2010 03:22 pm (UTC)
"I know..." She said, pulling away ad frowning, finally opening her eyes to look at him. "I want to... really I do, but not because of that witch..." She shook her head, cupping his face so that she had his focus.

"I want it to mean something." Claire whispered the last bit as if she was ashamed, her eyes even fell away to look at Sylar's cheek. She suddenly felt childish, but she really hadn't found any meaning in anything in so long until him...
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 20th, 2010 03:37 pm (UTC)
Well THAT certainly got his attention, turning his spine and insides into warm, steamy water. Claire Bennet wasn't just entertaining the idea of wasting a bit of time and getting off with the man in front of her, she wanted to be with the man who had caused some of the deepest pain in her life in a meaningful way!

He still hadn't registered the reason behind all this, but he understood well enough that what they were doing right now didn't carry the sort of gravity she was talking about. He licked his lips slowly and nodded, still finding the idea of taming himself and holding off disappointing and daunting, but that romantic in him couldn't resist the bait. "Okay..."

He closed his eyes and drew a slow, bracing breath, trying to find his center. He just ended up inhaling her unique perfume, combination of her gorgeous skin and the subtle fragrances she wore. "...I just want you, so badly. Every part of you, in any way I can. You can't know what you are to me, Claire," he confessed in a whispered hush. "I will never have words to tell you, deeds to show you..."
invincibleblond
Jan. 20th, 2010 03:45 pm (UTC)
"I know..." She repeated, closing her eyes again and dipping in for one more, much sweeter kiss. "I crave this." She whispered against his lips. "But what you've done to me, what we've done to each other... we are so very broken. I think we might actually have a chance to fix this. Make ourselves right for the first time in over one hundred years."

She spoke this from her heart. She had never gotten close to anyone. Not truly. She hadn't loved completely, nor had she given in to lust entirely. Claire was sure that they had a chance to make things right for each other, but it would take some time.

"I'm sorry I rushed into this, but we can't... we can't do this yet... it would be too empty."
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 21st, 2010 12:10 am (UTC)
"What the hell was going through you're head?" he asked with an incredulity that held only a mild irritation and disappointment, more so slightly amused bewilderment. He even laughed quietly at the end of the question, nuzzling against her shoulder.

He was still hard and didn't know what to do with that. He'd probably find himself taking an impromptu afternoon shower if he couldn't get himself calm otherwise. It was going to be very difficult to get thoughts of the diminutive blonde flinging herself into his arms like this out of his mind.
invincibleblond
Jan. 21st, 2010 12:19 am (UTC)
"I don't know, exactly." Claire sighed. "It was just Tash... she a bitch, by the way." The blond added with a smirk. "All afternoon she was pretty much calling me a cock-blocking whore... it was rather pleasant." She rolled her eyes, absently petting her fingers through Sylar's hair while looking around and deciding if she wanted down. She could feel his erection against her thigh and every time he moved even slightly, little butterflies flitted through be belly. It was really distracting.

"She wants your nuts." Claire grinned, laughing lightly at the end of the crude joke. "Pity she wasn't your next door neighbor, then I don't think I wouldn't stopped. I would have wanted her to hear us."
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 21st, 2010 12:26 am (UTC)
"You are a cock-blocker," he pouted and finally eased back enough that Claire could unlock her ankles and he could let her down. "Just not when it comes to Tash. She's pretty, but... No chance in Hell."
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