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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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Sep. 23rd, 2010 09:03 pm (UTC)
"I do," the brunette smiled softly. "We were pretty rocky at first, but she let me take care of her, stuck around once she was healthy again. She brought sunlight to all of my gray, pointless, complacent days. And unlike the others, she really knows me, who I am. It's nice, knowing the smiles and the affection are really for me, not the person I've told someone I am."
Sep. 23rd, 2010 09:09 pm (UTC)
"Yeah..." Mohinder sighed, looking away looking slightly more distraught again. "Must be nice..." Of course they loved each other. That made sense. It was like a grand destiny that the geneticist wasn't sure he fit into. They were made to last until the ends of time. As for Mohinder, he is stuck paying for his crimes against the people who were supposedly his friends. This was his punishment. There is nothing more painful than to watch a scientist lose his mind.
Sep. 23rd, 2010 09:33 pm (UTC)
"It is. All she wants to do is smile for you, too. If you'll let her. She's missed you. We talked about you. A couple times, we talked about you. She never sounded upset. You mentioned something about shooting her father? When did you do that? Any way," he continued before Mohinder could answer, "She doesn't seem to be holding the least little grudge about it."
Sep. 24th, 2010 04:36 am (UTC)
"Do you want to go for a walk?" Mohinder asked suddenly, looking over the brunette to make sure that claire was still sleeping soundly. "We can talk more freely..." Which was a hint that the Indian wanted to talk to the brunette alone. One step at a time.
Sep. 24th, 2010 04:40 am (UTC)
The brunette turned over to see if Claire was sleeping, too, having the better vantage on it. Seeing her utterly zonked out, he turned back over and nodded, the movement probably just visible in the light cast in by the parking lot lamps.

He slid out of bed carefully, pulling his khakis and trainers on, then jotted a quick note to Claire. Just in case. He didn't want her to wake and panic, so he left it right in the empty space where he was supposed to be, then walked Mohinder out into the cool, night-desert air.
Sep. 24th, 2010 04:44 am (UTC)
The Indian followed for a moment in silence, looking up at the sky and taking in the sight of the beautiful stars.

"Thank you." He finally said, breaking the quiet. "For caring. I know it's weird that I don't hold a grudge against you, but it was all so long ago and you did know me so well." He explained, his voice sounding slightly distant. "I mean, Montana and everything..."
Sep. 24th, 2010 04:50 am (UTC)
"Kind of feels like that again, a little. Definitely different, but still, complicated. I'll admit, waking up on that slab with you hanging over me, I thought you'd go to town," he smirked, in spite of how dire things could have been if it had ended up like that. But he was, indeed, Sylar. He expected such treatment, such situations, and was only grateful when he was wrong.
Sep. 24th, 2010 04:55 am (UTC)
"Sylar." Mohinder turned to look at the brunette, stopping and giving him a bright smile. "That was a hundred years ago. Literally. I think I'm beyond holding that grudge." Plus, befriending the man felt right. He felt safe around him. It made perfect sense, even in the Indian's corrupted mind.

"And I shot Noah in a fight over Claire and Elle. It was complicated and scary and something I am not proud of, though, I've killed plenty since." The geneticist shrugged, letting that fact hang in the air.
Sep. 24th, 2010 05:04 am (UTC)
"Well, he must survived, anyway," he stopped with Mohinder. "Claire is pretty good at holding a significant grudge, though she can be worn down. Since she's not the least bit mad at you, I imagine it wasn't in cold blood.

"I want to know about that though, the others. And everything that's happened to you, honestly. I can tell there's a lot of pain, and I know very well what that can do to a person," implying he wouldn't be shocked even if Mohinder had become a serial murderer too, in his own time.

He had difficulty imagining it of the Mohinder he had known, but he kept reminding himself that while that person might still be here, he was obviously shattered. There might be pieces completely missing, never to be found, bad repair jobs with parts that didn't match. He tried to keep his mind open to anything.
Sep. 24th, 2010 05:25 am (UTC)
"Things just, got out of hand." The Indian began. "During the war, hell... even after the war, there was a lot of blood on my hands. The government tried to bring me in and I killed a lot of men to remain free. I was there for the devastation in DC when Peter and the rest died. I was the only one to survive the explosion, naturally..."

Mohinder shrugged and kicked at the gravel beneath his feet.

"I lost everyone that mattered to me that day. I though Claire had died as well. She just dropped off the grid. And you were a legend, a myth by then." The Indian tilted his head. "Where did you go after it all ended?" And why didn't you come to find me?
Sep. 24th, 2010 05:42 am (UTC)
"I did as much damage as I could do, but eventually it just became obvious the war was lost," he answered, a bit comforted to hear what Mohinder was describing was actually just survival, not pathology. He turned and began walking again, a slow shuffle at first until Mohinder joined him.

"I heard about the explosion in D.C. They said the last of the key resistance members had died there, and I thought that meant you, too. I know you're hard to dent, but I thought maybe the heat, or suffocation, something like that. Or that Shenoy got hold of you and took you out. I figured everyone but Claire was dead, or good as.

"For a while, I just lived alone, still nomadic. I was angry, still did damage, here and there, but nothing that would really give me away. ...Then I started to settle down. I learned to spend up to a decade in any given place, and that's what I did. A new name, a new face to set the story up, then just... lived, normal as I could," he shrugged. "I did my best to forget what life before that was."
Sep. 24th, 2010 05:48 am (UTC)
"This probably isn't helping then, spending time with Claire and myself." Mohinder pointed out. "We could get lost in the truth if we're not too careful." Not that the Indian wasn't terribly lost in the lie anyways.

"Would it... I mean... Hmm..." Mohinder looked at Sylar and then turned away, following the brunette in silence for a moment before rustling up the courage to speak again. "Would it be weird for e to ask for a hug?" Even asking sounded silly. The doctor blushed and looked away, ashamed over his strangeness. "Never mind. It's dumb. Forget I asked."
Sep. 24th, 2010 05:56 am (UTC)
A bemused smile snuck up onto Sylar's face, definitely surprised by the half-posed request, but not put off by it. "It is kind of weird, but not in a bad way. I know you're not holding grudges, and I'm glad, the old memories just keep coming back to mind, so it's a little surprising."

Sylar walked closer and put an arm around Mohinder, drawing him close up against his side. "I like the idea of being able to live in the truth again. Living lie after lie was just leaving me numb. I was starting to withdraw again, anyway."

Things weren't going nearly as well with his last girlfriend as the ones before. It was getting obvious, considering what happened after, with Shenoy and all that.
Sep. 24th, 2010 06:02 am (UTC)
Mohinder stopped walking with the brunette and when that arm curved around him he turned, gladly wrapping his arms around Sylar's back and burying his face against his shoulder. It was not the type of hug that the Intuitive was probably expecting. This was not a friendly man-hug. This was a cry for physical contact from a broken person. The Indian needed this and when it was allowed, he clung to it.

Eventually small sobs came, but Mohinder wasn't sure if he was happy or sad. This was the first time in over a century, aside from Claire's outburst in Shenoy, that he felt the touch of another and that person knew exactly who they were holding. He needed this so badly.
Sep. 24th, 2010 06:22 am (UTC)
Sylar was a little surprised by the outpouring of emotion when it broke. The way Mohinder had asked, it sounded more like a little need for reassurance, but it turned out to much greater. It didn't bother him in the sense of mistaken expectations, but it did trouble him with how quickly Mohinder's moods could swing, with how much he obviously needed and how little he was able to really say.

"Okay," the brunette murmured, wrapping his own arms more tightly around the Indian, holding him properly. He felt that tightness in his chest again, and that little bit of his sanity trying to fly free. Like his mind expanding just beyond the boundaries of his skin, all raw and colliding directly with Mohinder's.

Not mind reading, and not psychometry. Not even a special, evolved ability, just a very human sense of empathy that had never functioned quite right. It was always scary, always kicked up a certain anxiety, but it happened with so few people, and it was some of the most intense emotion the usually disconnected brunette ever felt.

"It's okay," he soothed again, leaning his nose down against Mohinder's hair. "Everything will be alright."
Sep. 24th, 2010 02:54 pm (UTC)
Mohinder shook in Sylar's arms, taking whatever the brunette would give him. It was terribly hard because his mind was so fractured. Just Sylar's smell was reminding him of things he hadn't thought of in over a century. He squeezed the man tighter, perhaps a little too tight, forgetting what he was capable of in that moment. All that really mattered was that someone was willing to try and help him pick up the broken pieces of his consciencness.
Sep. 24th, 2010 06:05 pm (UTC)
"Mn! Mohinder?" One hand rose and laced some what into the Indian's hair, even as he tried to call attention to the sudden discomfort and lack of air to his lungs. It wasn't as though it would really hurt him, but he was a wuss when it came to pain, still, and he figured it would be better if he didn't black out, even briefly.

And another thought struck him instantly, one he hadn't considered yet, another reason why this man was so cut off, deprived, and broken. A very good reason physical touch was so difficult. The potential to do severe damage, just by accidentally applying too much force!

He nuzzled closer at the striking of the epiphany, hoping the doctor didn't try to tear away.
Sep. 24th, 2010 06:26 pm (UTC)
"Oh Gods!!!" Sylar got the exact reaction he expected. Mohinder panicked. He pulled away and checked to see if he'd broken the man in his arms. "I'm so sorry! I didn't break anything, did I?"
Sep. 24th, 2010 06:34 pm (UTC)
"Doesn't matter if you did, Silly," Sylar took a deep breath through a bright grin, his chest rising and falling, perfectly fine. The grin softened to a gentle, some what sad smile and he reached out for the doctor again.

"I'm not like the others. I can break, yes, but I'll always mend, and I can take it. I told you, however you need to let it out, I can handle it," and he hugged Mohinder once more, thumb of one hand gliding over the Indian's cheek to wipe away the tear tracks. "I hadn't realized. I'm so sorry, Mohinder."
Sep. 24th, 2010 09:50 pm (UTC)
"I didn't mean to..." Mohinder now openly sobbed, his whole body shaking violently. "Everyone is so fragile... L-like... g-g-glass..." He buried his muzzle in the crook of Sylar's neck and practically wailed. No one could understand the pain of knowing you've broken someone you tried to care for. "They're all... S-s-so f-f-fragile..."
Sep. 24th, 2010 11:52 pm (UTC)
"I know," and he did. He'd broken so many people, like they were made of matchsticks, in cold blood, the heat of passion and, sadly, pure accident. He held Mohinder tight as he could and reinforced his own torso with his thoughts so that it would be less likely to cause pain if Mohinder slipped. "I know, I'm so sorry. But I'll always come back together, Claire too. You can't really hurt us, and we'll always understand. We know. Claire hasn't been able to save everyone, and I've hurt so many. Some… some I wish to God I hadn't."
Sep. 25th, 2010 01:07 am (UTC)
"Why?" He asked just like a confused child. "What did I do to deserve this? I know it's my fault. Too many sins." He shook his head ask his spoke against Sylar's shoulder. "I brought this on myself, but why do I have to live with it for an eternity?"
Sep. 25th, 2010 01:27 am (UTC)
"I don't think there's a cosmic reason. I think it's just how your power works. But it's okay, because now you don't have to face it alone. I promise," he pet through Mohinder's hair again, doing his best to soothe him.
Sep. 25th, 2010 04:42 am (UTC)
Mohinder cried for a long while. He just held on to Sylar for support for as long as he could until all of his tears were spent. All the Indian could remember is how many people he'd hurt and that just led to feeling evermore shattered.

After what could have been another century, the doctor willed himself to part from the embrace of his newfound friend. He looked up at Sylar, the once feared demon and thought for the first time about how grateful he felt for the brunette's appearance. Never in his life did Mohinder think he'd feel that way about Sylar.

"Thank you..." He whispered, his voice now thick from crying. "You have no idea what this means to me, having you and Claire here. I need you, both of you. I guess I just didn't know how much until I had you.

"I stopped caring for people after a while." Mohinder said, now taking a step away from Sylar. "The first time I was in a relationship, I was living in Chennai, about fifty or so years ago. Padma was a beautiful woman. She was so smart and had..." The doctor paused and took a calming breath, forcing back the tears that wanted to start again. "She had the most beautiful eyes. We worked in a library together and shared an affinity for history..."

Mohinder closed his eyes and thought back on the woman a moment before looking back up at the taller man.

"I suffocated her in the middle of the night while we slept. Crushed her lungs."

He shook his head and began to walk again, willing Sylar to follow.

"It took me almost six years to work myself back up to a level where I trusted my ability around others. I tried connecting again, but everything always ended up in pieces at my feet." The doctor continued to tell his story, looking up at the stars while walking back towards the motel. "Sarah, Midna, Shandra... There were others as well, but I wasn't really that close to them.

"About sixteen years ago, there was Nadir. He was such a great guy... I spent a lot of time with him. He reminded me a lot of you." Mohinder stopped walking and paused to smile softly at Sylar. "Well, not you you... Zane Taylor you." He smiled a moment longer before letting the expression fade and turning to continue back to the motel. "He was a bit shy, but really funny. He loved chocolate and music. I think he was the reason I finally shut off completely. I saw too much of my past in him and got too comfortable.

"He and I were out, having a good time, drinking a little too much..." The Indian gave a soft chuckle, as if this was the type of hijinks he and Nadir always got up to. "He wasn't watching where he was going and stepped off into the street. He didn't even see the car, but I did. I shoved him out of the way in just the nick of time, the automated taxi just barely missing me as it was." Mohinder paused again, this time to just stare at the stars for a good long moment, taking in their effortless beauty. "They said that his spine was completely snapped in half. He bled out on the side of the road, people just standing their watching. I can still hear the screams sometimes, you know, when it's real dark out... when nobody is around."
Sep. 25th, 2010 08:35 am (UTC)
"…I know," Sylar answered softly, confirming what was probably a figurative clause as literal anyway. He walked with his hands in his pockets, trying not to let Chandra's cries, Virginia's sobs, Claire's screams, Elle's whimper, Peter's accusations, echo back over time. All of them far too prone to doing just that.

It caught him, too, that Mohinder had once had a boyfriend, and that he likened him to some of the Intuitive's own carefully filtered characteristic s "I can't even imagine what it must have been for you. Never wanting to hurt anyone. Not like me."
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