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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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invincibleblond
Sep. 22nd, 2010 03:42 am (UTC)
"Can we at least get you to stay for a little while?" Claire was certainly taking this a little harder than Sylar. She wasn't used to Mohinder acting like this. "And get you to shave. What is that thing on your face. It's worse than my father's."
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 22nd, 2010 03:46 am (UTC)
"Speaking of throwing things, you'd make a pretty good wrecking ball yourself," Sylar quipped, personally finding the banter familiar. "But you can't be angry at me. You should have known I could handle those bullets. You're the one who decided to play human-Kevlar. I think your subconscious is telling you something, Doctor Suresh."
fathersresearch
Sep. 22nd, 2010 03:56 am (UTC)
"Yes, well, you survived." Mohinder groaned. "And no, I'm not denying I panicked. I didn't think. All I knew is that I could take those bullets easily." This was said in a matter-of-fact way. "And you hadn't turned the curare off until I came in. I didn't think you were strong enough yet."

"You protected him?" Claire asked, her head tilted a bit as they walked further down the sewer lines. "Like, you outed yourself to protect Sylar? Really?"

"Yes! Really!" Mohinder quickly spat, stopping and spinning on his heals to face the two of them. "My apologies! Next time I'll let them blow the two of you up! Is that what you would have wanted?"

"N.. no..." The former blond frowned. She stopped when Mohinder did and she even took a step back when he started to yell.
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 22nd, 2010 04:02 am (UTC)
"That's not what I meant. I just think you're not as self-sufficient as you're arguing. Come on. You said yourself how good it was to hear your name again. Just think about it, staying with us a while, back amongst friends, if... we can be friends?" He gestured openly with his non-lighted hand, hoping he could get the Indian to calm, for Claire's sake.
fathersresearch
Sep. 22nd, 2010 04:07 am (UTC)
"Yes and we can all get lost in the way we once were." Oh, but though he sneered, Mohinder reveled in the idea. He could finally be with someone. Somepeople. They would know him and truly be able to call him friend.

"I don't need you. You seemed like you were just fine without me and I was certainly content on my own." The Indian shook his head, turning to continue further into the darkness. "Thanks, but no thanks."
invincibleblond
Sep. 22nd, 2010 04:09 am (UTC)
"He's lying, isn't he?" Claire asked in as hushed of a voice as she could. "Tell me he's lying." She wanted Mohinder to stay with them, no matter how grumpy and seemingly crotchety he'd gotten.
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 22nd, 2010 04:16 am (UTC)
"Through his bushy, black beard," Sylar grinned and shook slightly, to alleviate the crawly feeling running all up and down his back. He gave her shoulder another squeeze and followed after Mohinder so that he didn't get lost in the dark ahead of them.

After a while they were able to surface again, for which the entire party was certainly grateful. Then it was up to Sylar to rig a vehicle for them. Again, never a problem. He knew what he was doing when it came to machines and soon had them traveling out of the city, calm as you please, with law enforcement and Shenoy none the wiser.
invincibleblond
Sep. 22nd, 2010 04:18 am (UTC)
"So, now where are we going?" Claire asked, trying her best to take comfort in the fact that they all knew Mohinder wanted to be with them, no matter what the Indian said. "I say we stay far away from any city with a Shenoy Building."
fathersresearch
Sep. 22nd, 2010 04:22 am (UTC)
"Agreed." Mohinder said quietly, seeming a little lost in his own thoughts. He was imagining what this was going to be like. He thought of a bright yellow farm with a big house. Maybe horses. He could ride. Claire would look beautiful in a sundress while Sylar would downplay all of his awful black for bluejeans and a t-shirt.

The Indian could finally be free for a little while. Have a proper shave and cut off all of his excess hair. He could laugh again, care again... love again...

Edited at 2010-09-22 04:23 am (UTC)
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 22nd, 2010 04:30 am (UTC)
"Well, let's see what's available out there, hm?" Sylar began poking buttons on the vehicle's on-board computer, another perk of driverless driving. He started pulling up major real estate sites and feeding in search criteria, looking for pretty much exactly what Mohinder was picturing. A small horse ranch that could be handled by no more than three people, and possibly managed by two if it actually came to that.

He began cross referencing things with Shenoy cities, making sure there was nothing near by that would lead anyone to their doorstep for any good reason. "There are indeed some good prospects in Iowa. Rather flat out there though. Mmm, Colorado. We could look north if we felt like snow. I always kind of liked a white Christmas."
fathersresearch
Sep. 22nd, 2010 04:38 am (UTC)
"I'm Hindu." Mohinder frowned, looking out the window to watch the world go by. It was a long moment before he spoke again. Claire helped Sylar look at some places, setting on a small farm out in Colorado. Apparently the girl like white Christmases just as much.

"Fifteen years."

Mohinder's voice came out of nowhere. The two had been chatting bout horses, snow and puppies when they were startled out of their imaginations by the Indian.

"I was under cover in Shenoy for fifteen years." He said. "Hence the beard." Mohinder gestured to the thing on his face, but never turned his head from the view out the window. "I suppose that time shouldn't feel lost. I do have all the time in the world."
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 22nd, 2010 05:01 am (UTC)
"So it would seem," Sylar answered, breaking off with Claire for a moment to engage Mohinder. "I'm sorry our appearance disrupted what progress you'd made. We didn't mean for that. But I am glad we found you. I can't regret that.

"Come here," he sat forward, reached across the space between them, since seating in vehicles was now more social, like a short limousine, than dictated by the direction they were traveling. He caught Mohinder's chin gently in his fingertips, and with the side of one finger, stroked along the planes of the Indian's face as though handling his straight razor.

The long, dark hair fell away into his palm, leaving behind a perfectly measured crop of stubble, and a clear view of Mohinder's familiar face. Just the way Sylar remembered. Just the way he'd always wanted to see the Indian again.
fathersresearch
Sep. 22nd, 2010 02:24 pm (UTC)
At first, the doctor flinched away and raised a defensive hand. He eventually allowed the brunette to touch him, feeling the pull of the faux blade against his whiskers. He looked down at the floor with a deep frown.

"I let that go on for far too long." Mohinder said as he shook his head. "I mean, there's a small animal on the floor." And suddenly, without warning, the doctor burst into a brilliant smile, reaching up to touch his cleaner face. He then fell back and pulled his hair out of it's ponytail, scratching his scalp momentarily before pulling the curly mane more properly into it's restraint.

"Much better." He smiled, relaxing in his seat, his mind temporarily distracted from his own internal struggles. He felt younger now. Happier. At least, for now.
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 22nd, 2010 04:28 pm (UTC)
Sylar smiled when the more familiar face of Mohinder was revealed. He had understood that there would have been a catharsis about removing the whiskers himself, but that transformation was something he did not want to allow Mohinder to make alone. He wanted Mohinder vested in himself, and Claire, and he would manipulate and coerce if he had to.

"Much better," Sylar agreed, patting the Indian's knee once before he sat back. He looked to his side and gave an encouraging smile to Claire, too. He wanted to take her hand and squeeze it, but for the moment he refrained. It seemed their obvious relationship might be a sore spot for the lonely doctor. For now it was better if they were just all friends.
fathersresearch
Sep. 22nd, 2010 06:02 pm (UTC)
They traveled for a long while before deciding to stop, everyone's belly rumbling in protest. Claire could see how uncomfortable Mohinder was, but she hadn't quite figured out why. Then something Sylar had said to her popped in her brain.

"You were built for longevity. Built to last through these years. Not just physically. Mentally."

"You don't think Mohinder is cracked, do you?" She whispered softly to the brunette as they moved about the shopmart. "Do you think time had driven him crazy?"
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 22nd, 2010 09:31 pm (UTC)
Sylar was silent a moment, then nodded a bit, gravely. "Time, and solitude, I think, have taken a toll. I don't know how much, yet, but we definitely need to be gentle with him. Patient," he didn't want to speak too much behind the Indian's back, lest they be overheard and upset him.
fathersresearch
Sep. 22nd, 2010 09:55 pm (UTC)
Mohinder was non the wiser, picking up some shears and fruit along with a number of other goodies. His cash card was still good, the money safely under another name so he quickly got together a couple changes of clothes, travel bag, snack and toiletries. A perfect kit for the man on the run.

Claire watched him carefully. She really was worried about the former doctor. She and Sylar had survived the test of time, but it seemed Mohinder had suffered. It made her sad.

"I found cupcakes." The Indian smiled, holding up the wrapped package. "I haven't had a good cupcake in a long time." He grinned, placing the pastry on the counter to pay for it along with the rest of his found goods.
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 22nd, 2010 10:02 pm (UTC)
"Well, then, I hope they're good," Sylar smiled and checked out his and Claire's things just after, a similar set of travel supplies for each of them.

He was worried too, yes, but he wasn't making any judgment on the Indian until they'd had more time with him, to talk to him and see if they couldn't smooth things out. After all, Sylar and Claire had required a period of adjustment between the two of them. Mohinder needed a chance to get used to familiar contact again.

"If they disappoint, we'll bake some fresh ones when we get where we're going," he winked at the doctor, hoping to keep his spirits up for now. He didn't want to try to really deal with the potential crazy until they were somewhere permanent and private.
fathersresearch
Sep. 22nd, 2010 10:08 pm (UTC)
Oh, and there would be crazy. Mohinder's social skills had suffered greatly in the past years. He didn't trust or connect with anyone anymore. Everything was fine right now. It was a honeymoon period. The Indian would remain calm for as long as they were moving. Put them somewhere the doctor would be expected to act normal and things would certainly get difficult.

"And Gabe is a great cook. Dances around the kitchen to oldies music and everything. You'll have a good laugh." Claire smiled after Sylar suggested baking.

"Gabe?" Mohinder froze, raising an eyebrow and frowning deeply. "You call him Gabe?" He asked Claire, his eyes flickering over to Sylar as if it couldn't be possible. He waited for the brunette to put the little cheerleader in her place.
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 22nd, 2010 10:15 pm (UTC)
The brunette just shrugged one shoulder and smiled a bit affectionately at the blonde. "The other is a little high-profile, especially in public, especially after the messes I've made. And I don't need to distance myself from her, hide from her, the way I used to. You can use it, too, if you like. Whatever is most comfortable."

Always what was most comfortable. If Mohinder still needed him to be Sylar, he could do that, too. He wasn't adverse to his chosen moniker, still liked it just fine. He just didn't need it the way he used to.
fathersresearch
Sep. 22nd, 2010 10:19 pm (UTC)
"Right..." Mohinder's face darkened. "I'll stick to the usual, thanks." He sounded disgusted again and Claire looked at Sylar to see if the brunette understood what just happened. Why was the Indian mad again?

"I'll wait by the car." He added with some snippiness in his tone before skulking back out to the parking lot.

"What just happened?" Claire gave Sylar a scrunched-up look.
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 22nd, 2010 10:27 pm (UTC)
"No idea," the brunette answered honestly, shaking his head. "It might just be too intimate for him. I don't know. He didn't seem like he was holding a grudge when I was laid out in the lab, but..." he shrugged slightly.

"It's going to take some time, getting to understand what happened to him, what he's been through. You and I have gone through a few normal lives. God knows how he's decided to spend most of his century.

"Any way around it, I'm still the man who killed his father, manipulated him and his research, then practically goaded him into giving himself this ability. And I can't do anything to take any of that back," he sighed softly, picking up their bags and heading out with her, leaving the teller in severe confusion. Not that it mattered what a cashier overheard. He wouldn't understand enough of it to go reporting to Shenoy.
invincibleblond
Sep. 22nd, 2010 10:34 pm (UTC)
"But why would he be mad at me?" Claire asked as the made their way out, still a sufficient distance from the car to talk freely. "I never did anything to hurt him. We were friends. I looked up to him. What could he hold against me?"
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 22nd, 2010 10:36 pm (UTC)
"Disappearing?" Sylar suggested, just theorizing at this point. He knew nothing concrete about the Doctor yet. "Like he said, he thought even we were dead, but here we are, you and me, and acting all normal and nice."
invincibleblond
Sep. 22nd, 2010 10:43 pm (UTC)
"Maybe he's just mad that we haven't gone batshit like him." Claire blurted out, covering her mouth afterward. "No, I didn't mean it like that..."
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