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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
Sep. 22nd, 2010 10:45 pm (UTC)
Sylar didn't give her any sort of shocked or disapproving look. Instead, he just considered her suggestion and shrugged again. "You might be right. I used to be very, extremely jealous of how naturally other people seemed to get on, while for some reason I was strange, disconnected."
invincibleblond
Sep. 22nd, 2010 10:47 pm (UTC)
"Well, yeah." Claire nodded as the got close to the car. "Maybe he's just mad that he didn't adjust as well as we did." Mohinder was peering out the window at them as they spoke, watching them approach the car. "It's sad, really. If that's the case."
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 22nd, 2010 11:09 pm (UTC)
"Miss Bennet? You won't find a sadder trio in the developed world," Sylar promised and held the door for her when they arrived, stowing their things and climbing in.

"Onward then," he added, poking the vehicle controls, and behaving entirely as though they had not just had a conversation about Mohinder and his mental state. As long as they could manage to live undetected, Sylar didn't have a problem with the idea of putting up with the off-kilter geneticist. Frankly, he saw it as just another responsibility he was honestly due, after all he'd done in this world.
fathersresearch
Sep. 22nd, 2010 11:18 pm (UTC)
Mohinder drifted away a few times, idly staring out the window as they listened to music or talked over some inane subject. It was obvious that, at points, the Indian just wasn't 'with them.'

The traveled for what seemed like forever, state to state to state, eventually ending up somewhere near the New Mexico border before they stopped for the night. As routine, Sylar shape-shifted into some inconspicuous person to get a hotel room for the three of them. It was all rather easy.

Once inside, they were all able to relax, Mohinder breaking away from the two to take the bathroom first, going to wash himself of the blood and sweat that remained stuck on his skin.
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 22nd, 2010 11:28 pm (UTC)
Sylar broke open a soda and lounged on the bed, awaiting his turn, still very blood smeared, though now just in places it couldn't be seen. Every now and then his eyes drifted to the bathroom door, contemplating the man behind it.

"Are you going to be okay with having him around if he's not alright?" He asked finally. He worried for both of them. Mohinder could obviously manage to hold down a job and something resembling a life, if he'd been with Shenoy for 15 years, but the brunette didn't think the man was really best left to his own devices, especially not now that they were running.

Still, it wasn't fair to expect Claire to just suddenly deal with what might be a potentially violent ball of lunacy. It might be reasonable to expect the former killer to put up with it, to atone, but not Claire.
invincibleblond
Sep. 22nd, 2010 11:58 pm (UTC)
"I think I'll be okay." Claire gave a brave smile. "I mean, he can't be any worse than you." She winked, giving the brunette a playful shove to the shoulder and lightly kissing him on the lips.
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 23rd, 2010 12:02 am (UTC)
"Hey, I think I've learned to behave since kidnapping you," the brunette retorted, grinning and returning for a second kiss. He certainly hoped things would be alright though. Outbursts from Mohinder could easily result in property damage. Bodily damage, too, but Sylar and Claire could both take it. That didn't mean feelings couldn't still get hurt, nor patience go untried.
fathersresearch
Sep. 23rd, 2010 12:14 am (UTC)
"Ahem." Mohinder coughed, interrupting the two with a scowl on his face. He stood there soaking wet, a towel around his waist and his hair sopping holding a pair of scissors. "So, do you think maybe I could remove you from two from each other long enough to have one of you help me tame this mop on my head?"

The words were said calmly enough, but the Indian's face certainly spoke of Mohinder being far less than calm.
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 23rd, 2010 12:21 am (UTC)
"'Course," Sylar coughed softly and stood up from the bed, willing enough to play stylist again. As he'd told Claire, he liked styling hair, and he felt protective of the former blonde. If he could take the brunt of the Indian's ire, he would.

"Sit down here and I'll help you with it," he pulled one of the table chairs out and called a second towel to his hand, laying it out on the floor to catch what would fall away.

"I've done a bit of styling for a living," he explained, almost apologetic. "Anything in particular you've got in mind?"
fathersresearch
Sep. 23rd, 2010 12:25 am (UTC)
"The way is was before." Mohinder said in a sulky manner. "Just a lot shorter than this, but not too short. You remember, right?" He asked, turning to look up at the brunette with glossy eyes, like he might cry. The doctor probably didn't even notice.
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 23rd, 2010 12:33 am (UTC)
"I remember," Sylar gave Mohinder's shoulder a gentle squeeze and took the shears from him. He called a comb to his hand and began first by just cutting most of the length away. Once he was working with something more manageable, he began running the comb through the weighted sable curls and snipping. Some times he combed his fingers through, half for the purpose of styling, half just to try to soothe and comfort the addled Indian.
fathersresearch
Sep. 23rd, 2010 12:42 am (UTC)
Mohinder tilted his head slightly as Sylar petted through his hair. It was a pleasant feeling and it brought him to a place outside himself.

Claire watched as the two men interacted, a bit enamored and not at all surprised. The former cheerleader knew the draw the Indian had and the power he possessed over the brunette. If she didn't know better, she would have thought them long lost exes.
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 23rd, 2010 12:58 am (UTC)
For Sylar the fixation was not dissimilar, and there was a good possibility that even having the doctor there would not be entirely healthy for him. He would hardly admit to this, however. Having them back, both of them, was better than he could have dreamed, his two favorite prey, his two saviors.

"There we are. All cut and clean," Sylar murmured once he'd finished, finger combing Mohinder's hair into the familiar way it used to lay. "It'll dry into riotous curls, just like before. Bet your head feels lighter, hm?"
fathersresearch
Sep. 23rd, 2010 01:04 am (UTC)
"Good." Mohinder turned, shaking his head a bit and letting small flurries of hair fall to the floor. "It feels better." He smiled, moving back into the bathroom after taking some clothes to change into.

He returned moments Later in a t-shirt and jeans, looking every bit like he did one hundred years before. Claire couldn't help but beam a smile at the man.

"You look handsome." She said, moving off the bed to reach out and brush down the Indian's bicep. "Much better than that horrible beard." He chuckled.

"Thank you." Mohinder grinned awkwardly down at her. He nervously twitched away from her touch quickly, like if he let her hold on for too long, he'd be burnt.
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 23rd, 2010 01:08 am (UTC)
"My turn to shower," Sylar announced, cleaning up the towel full of hair to just toss away. He took some of the new clothing into the bathroom, but he left the door slightly ajar. Not enough that the two could see in, but enough that he could hear if things started getting loud. There was just no getting around now and then leaving Claire and Mohinder alone.
fathersresearch
Sep. 23rd, 2010 01:25 am (UTC)
The two sat in silence for a very long time, Claire eventually turning on the holocast to watch the news. They weren't in it, thankfully. It was most likely because Shenoy didn't want the public to know that: A) Sylar, the notorious and historically relevant serial killer was still alive and on the loose and B) That the company was responsible for the loss of three specials.

"So..." The blond-turned-brunette began, breaking the awkward silence. "What have you been up to in the past century?" She asked, the light of the holocast shining off her face.

Mohinder shrugged and looked down, finding his shirt a better thing to talk to.

"I've worked, played, danced and cooked. I've done any number of odd jobs o both stay alive and under Shenoy's radar. Nothing too interesting. Not until I decided that I wanted to understand the company more." The man explained, pulling at his shirt and not looking up at Claire when he spoke. "What about you? You and Sylar seem rather cozy."

"Yeah, that came later. When he first found me, I was strung up at Shenoy in DC." Claire shrugged. "That was bad, but he pulled me out of it, got me healthy again and brought back my smile." She grinned brightly, reaching out to put a hand on Mohinder's thigh.

"Are you okay?" She asked tenderly, hoping that the Indian would at least tell her if he was mad at her.

"I'm... fine..." Mohinder looked down at her hand before quickly pulling away. "I just... don't touch me, please..." He requested as calmly as he could. "I don't like to be touched."

"Gabriel touched you and you were fine." Claire pointed out.

"Sylar is different." Mohinder snapped coldly, causing the girl to pull away. "Sylar can touch whatever he wants. He can't be stopped."
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 23rd, 2010 01:38 am (UTC)
The brunette in question was climbing out of the shower at about that time, but he didn't really hear what it was that gave him privilege. He just dressed, a pair of khaki work pants and a black tee. Simple, blend-in kind of fare.

"Ohhh, so nice to be out of all that mesh and D-rings. Fun's fun, but I've really lost my taste for playing pretend," he sat down and scanned the holocast briefly, then looked to Claire, seeing how it'd gone. The room was still in one piece at least.
invincibleblond
Sep. 23rd, 2010 01:52 am (UTC)
But Claire was looking a bit like a drowned cat. She was looking at Mohinder with pure hurt when Sylar entered. She broke away from the Indian and walked towards the bathroom, taking her bag with her.

A simple 'My turn' was all anyone got before she was gone, locking the door behind her.
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 23rd, 2010 01:56 am (UTC)
Sylar sighed and looked back to Mohinder. This really didn't bode well at all. He couldn't just ask the Indian to pull himself together and be sane, but Claire seemed thin-skinned with whatever was going on with him. "She's upset. Did something happens? She just wants to see you happy, you know."
fathersresearch
Sep. 23rd, 2010 02:11 am (UTC)
"No. I just told her not to touch me." Mohinder said, shrugging it off as if it were nothing. He didn't see anything wrong with that. Some people didn't like to be touched. "I don't like to be touched."
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 23rd, 2010 02:17 am (UTC)
"You were half asleep while I was cutting your hair," Sylar pointed out, also not seeing the difference. "I think you're not used to it now. You've been alone too long. I remember what that was like."
fathersresearch
Sep. 23rd, 2010 02:20 am (UTC)
"You understand." Mohinder nodded, pulling his legs up beneath him and sitting cris-cross style on the bed and giving Sylar a small grin. "When people touch me, I feel them. Feel the heat off their skin. Feel the life leaving their bodies. I don't like it... so I don't let them touch me." Of course, Claire would never die and Sylar... Sylar was a demigod. There was no way anything would ever destroy that demon.
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 23rd, 2010 02:30 am (UTC)
"Claire has life, and love, to spare. She'll never not be there. When I found her, Shenoy had been harvesting her organs for years. Liver, kidneys, eyes, lungs, heart. Blood and skin. They didn't feed her. They didn't give her water. She's still alive, still here.

"She still remembers everything that went before, and for a good two weeks she was hell bent on just getting better and deserting me, but she stayed. You don't have to be afraid of losing us," Sylar spoke softly, soothingly, almost like he was telling a child there were no monsters in the closet.
fathersresearch
Sep. 23rd, 2010 02:35 am (UTC)
"Everyone eventually leaves someday." Mohinder scoffed. "No one stays forever." Spoken like a true cynic, or a true madman. Even as he whispered those words to the brunette, his eyes glossed over. "They go off and get themselves killed or lost or perhaps they find out how much of a freak you are and never come back."

As Mohinder talked, he pulled at the hem of his shirt, his eyes falling away from Sylar's.

"The tell you how much they love you and then, in the same beautiful voice, the speak to you as if you are the devil." He shook his head, curls bouncing slightly. "All time is is poison."
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 23rd, 2010 02:43 am (UTC)
"I don't know if I can argue there. Time has done enough damage in my own life. But even if we don't always live on top of one another, that doesn't mean we aren't out there. As I said, I always imagined there were others out there. Now there's you," he smiled slightly, pulled his feet up onto the bed, and wrapped his arm around his knees.
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