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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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Jan. 28th, 2010 06:35 am (UTC)
"Okay..." Claire grinned and moved on and helped with he washing of her shower companion. Once the two of them were nice and clean, the blond shut off the shower and tackled Sylar with a big white fluffy towel. Of course, all the towels were men's towels, so Claire was enveloped in the towel while it only covered up to the middle of the brunette's torso.

"You're so tall." She smiled up at him from mid-pectoral muscle. "Which is kinda nice." And kinda scary, but she wasn't going to think of him as a looming shadow anymore. Not after how affectionate he was in bed. She adored how he complimented her.

Instead of drying off and dressing, she just dried off and pulled her hair back, pulling Sylar back to the bed to crawl on top of him completely naked. Since he'd now seen her at her most vulnerable and her most open, there was no kidding herself by being prudish.

"I'd say, even with the fights and the cattiness, all and all, today turned out pretty good." Claire grinned, rubbing that heart-shaped fluff on Sylar's chest some more. "Tash and Kreiger can go fuck themselves."
Jan. 28th, 2010 10:55 am (UTC)
"Mmm, I quite agree," Sylar answered, pulling the blankets up over them both, an arm wrapping around her middle beneath the bedding. "I have a feeling we're both going to sleep like babies tonight..." his words were followed by a contented smile, and a quick kiss on her seashell lips.
Jan. 28th, 2010 06:25 pm (UTC)
"Mmmm... Definitely." Claire gave a big smile before tucking her head beneath Sylar's chin, his chest making a lovely pillow. On leg was fallen to the side while the other was tuck between his thighs, keeping the blind from moving very far as she drifted.

"Who would have thought? Goodnight, Gabriel..." She breathed out softly as her eyes finally closed and Claire Bennet fell asleep in the arms of the last person she would have ever expected in a million years.
Jan. 28th, 2010 09:34 pm (UTC)
"Goodnight, Claire." He would have never expected this, either. Not without a great deal more coercing than he'd needed to do in the beginning. If some one had told him he would be cuddling up to his favorite cheerleader somewhere down the line he would have imagined weeks of imprisonment, a long battle of wills between them, shots fired about friends and family that would leave them both raging for days on end, and finally, a broken moment when she crawled to him, the only one who could truly end that war.

Not so. They had both changed since the true war, almost entirely different people, but with the memories of who they'd once been. A connection forged in hatred, now being strengthened in friendship, the links soldered with unexpected passion. He slept so peacefully against her, that laaate into the night, he even began emitting a soft, purring snore.
Jan. 28th, 2010 09:50 pm (UTC)
Claire woke up once to crawl out of bed and pull on a pair of panties. She always felt weird sleeping completely naked. She smiled softly as Sylar cuddled into the pillows. He looked so innocent and sweet, so very unlike who he once was. They had changed. They had grown into wiser, stronger people. The blond sometimes let out a bit of her inner child, someone younger than herself. Tash certainly had brought it out.

"You're so adorable sometimes." She commented, climbing back into bed and cuddling around the brunette's waist before drifting back off into a warm, happy sleep.
Jan. 30th, 2010 12:37 am (UTC)
The corner of his mouth twinged softly in sleep, but there was no other notable reaction from the brunette. He curled back around his bedmate and slept until near morning. Some time in the REM sleep just before reasonable waking, something troubled his dreams.

It was indistinct. A struggle with an unseen other and he twitched himself awake. He didn't jerk upright, and he probably wouldn't even disturb Claire, much. It just left him with an uneasy feeling, a heaviness in the pit of his stomach that he couldn't place.

It was just as well that he was up. A moment later the door chime sounded, and Sylar had to extract himself from the covers and go to the video security panel to see just who it was ringing his bell in the mid-morning.

"Fuck, uniforms..." It looked like some one had decided to press charges. Not that it was too much of a problem, yet. Sean just had to answer the door to get the policemen to move along, suggesting Alex had brought Claire home from the club and left, still needing to cool his head over something. No, no idea when he might come back...

Not good.
Jan. 30th, 2010 04:04 am (UTC)
Claire yawned and rolled over, hearing voices coming from the front of the apartment. She slid out of bed and dressed quickly, moving to eavesdrop on the conversation. She heard questions about Alex and asking his whereabouts, Sean, the man that she honestly didn't like, talking and distracting the cops.

"Hey uncle Sean. What's going one?" Claire smiled her best, frowning the moment she laid eyes on the policemen. "Is somebody in trouble?"
Jan. 30th, 2010 06:16 am (UTC)
"Oh, Sandra. You're awake," the blue-eyed man glanced over his shoulder to the blonde. "These men say they need to speak with Alex. He didn't mention where he was headed last night?"
Jan. 30th, 2010 06:19 am (UTC)
"Um... no... He was kinda angry. Kreiger said some pretty nasty things." Claire sort of told the truth. She looked at the officers with her sweetest and most innocent grin. "I told him that he shouldn't have punched the guy, but we were all kind of drunk and that guy was being nasty."
Jan. 30th, 2010 06:22 am (UTC)
Sean's features registered surprise. "He hit Kreiger? Damn..."

"Thank you, Miss. We're not investigating. We're just supposed to ask him to come down to the station and speak to the men who are," one of the police nodded politely to Claire.
Jan. 30th, 2010 06:27 am (UTC)
"Oh. Do you want me to come down?" Claire offered openly. She wanted to look as eager to cooperate as possible. "I really wish I knew where he took off to. He's probably thumping a nice headache at the moment. I know I am." She grinned, rubbing the side of her head playfully.
Jan. 30th, 2010 12:19 pm (UTC)
"If you witnessed the incident, and you have a statement, I'm sure the detective would love to hear from you," one of the officers agreed. "At your convenience," he added in deference to her supposed migraine. "We'll still have to see Mr. Grayson, either way."

"Of course," Sean answered, nodding with understanding gravity. It didn't take a genius to know there were assault charges being pressed, and thus a warrant out for 'Alex's arrest. This was definitely an inconvenience.
Jan. 30th, 2010 09:25 pm (UTC)
"Sure. Maybe Uncle Sean will bring me down this afternoon." Claire smiled brightly, wanted to remain as sweet and innocent as possible. Who didn't trust a young and adorable blond? "What is the name of the detective we should ask for?"
Jan. 31st, 2010 09:50 am (UTC)
"Ask for Detective Fowler, if you visit the station. Either way I'm sure you'll be getting a call from her to make a statement, eventually," the cop nodded, looking a bit bored and ready to be done with this. It wasn't as though they were looking for a murder suspect. Really it was irritating that the rich ponce who got his nose bruised was bothering to pursue criminal assault charges. He'd be much more successful in civil court.
Jan. 31st, 2010 08:18 pm (UTC)
"Okay. Detective Fowler. Got it." Claire grinned, moving to sidle up beside her 'uncle.' "If we hear from Alex, we'll send him your way. Really unfortunate that Kreiger was pressing charges. I'm sure not chasing after Natasha for nearly ripping my hair out." She shook her head, frowning. "Part of the reason my head still hurts." She added with a grin and a rub to the back of her skull.
Feb. 1st, 2010 06:41 am (UTC)
"A hair puller, I'm sorry to hear that, miss," one of the cops grimaced, then gave them a nod. "Thank you for your time." And they left at that.

Sean shut the door, but he was Gabriel again by the time he turned back down to Claire. "Damnit! I didn't think the bastard would press charges!"

Edited at 2010-02-01 06:41 am (UTC)
Feb. 1st, 2010 07:06 am (UTC)
"You shouldn't have punched him." Claire wagged her finger. "Not that I don't agree the guy needed a nose flattening, but perhaps you should have waited for someone who existed to clock him, hmm?" She smirked, hoping that Sylar wasn't too upset. Perhaps this wasn't as bad as the panic in her heart she was trying to beat down thought it was.
Feb. 1st, 2010 08:20 am (UTC)
"Sean will talk to Kreiger before the police get their hands on me," he frowned deeply and moved away from the door, back in to the apartment. "Really, this is entirely stupid."

Why the hell did the man have to be so sensitive? He seemed like such a callous jerk. He should be able to just let this roll off. "Maybe I can just bribe him." Sylar sighed, frustrated.
Feb. 1st, 2010 08:26 am (UTC)
"Something tells me that he is not going to be the type of guy that you can bribe." Claire shook her head, going to sit on the couch with a frown.
Feb. 1st, 2010 08:30 am (UTC)
He could think of one bribe Kreiger might take, but he knew neither of them were up for it. The bastard would probably back down if seduced by the blonde, but Gabriel wasn't even going to suggest it. He was too damn jealous. "Maybe not... Perhaps blackmail. I bet I could dig up some dirt..."
Feb. 1st, 2010 08:34 am (UTC)
"I'm more for that. I bet he has a lot of dirty skeletons in his closet." She said, looking over the back of the couch at the brunette. "He ruined my warm and fuzzy morning with you... he must pay." Claire added with a grin, holding up an arm to invite Sylar to sit with her and perhaps cuddle.
Feb. 2nd, 2010 07:47 am (UTC)
"Well, we'll just have to resume the warm and fuzzy," he gladly joined her on the couch, folding himself into her arms and wrapping his around her. "The cops won't find me, and it's not a big enough case for them to come breaking down the door."

He nuzzled against the top of her head, taking in the scent of her hair and the warmth of her body. "Mmm... We have time. And we have each other, no matter what comes of this."
Feb. 2nd, 2010 09:27 am (UTC)
"Well, then warm and fuzzy we have." Claire grinned, happy to at least have that moment back. She was so concerned that all of this would be awkward, but she was so amazed how glad she was to have someone who understood her and all of her quirks. The blond cuddled up close and beamed a bright smile. "And how pissed is Tash today." She added with a chuckle.
Feb. 2nd, 2010 09:35 am (UTC)
"Insanely. I didn't realize she was so very interested. I always thought she was just friendly with everyone, but here it turns out I'm just as dense with the female sex as I ever was. If I hadn't started out hitting on you..." he shook his head. "I imagine your head's actually doing fine, but how's your ego?"
Feb. 2nd, 2010 09:38 am (UTC)
"I still got to go home with you, didn't I?" Claire smiled. "And we still got naked..." She laughed, pulling away to sprawl a bit on the couch. "Natasha was just a jealous bitch who thought she had more experience than me. Problem is, even if you weren't you and you were just some random guy, I still would have won." The blond smiled knowingly. "I've got years on her."
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