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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. 25th, 2010 01:33 pm (UTC)
"Heartbreaking." The Indian turned back to his new friend, a sad smile on his face. "It's heartbreaking to have those you love die at your hand." Mohinder shook his head, clear disappointment on his face. "I'm a doctor. I"m supposed to save lives, not rob people of them.

"Nadir was the worst because I wasn't thinking. I got too comfortable with him and started acting too normal. I also think he hurts a lot because the pain is still so fresh..." Mohinder reached up and gave Sylar's arm a careful squeeze, easily controlled. "Every death that I regret was an innocent accident. Best friends and lover, people who trusted me and I broke them."

It was enough to get the tears rolling down his cheeks again, but he didn't start crying or sobbing like before. His eyes just glossed over and the saline liquid tracked down without any other sign. Mohinder still smiled, a sad tinge to the grin as he let a tear go for each person he'd lost.

"I made a decision that day while I was running, trying to get away from the authorities. I decided that it was Shenoy's fault that Nadir was dead. It was their fault that anyone I loved was dead. They forced me to hide, they forced me to lie." He said, his voice growing stern, serious. "They had to go down. I would find a way to stop them and since I was once a geneticist, I figured I could weasel my way in easily."

When Mohinder finished, they had reached the motel door, the doctor giving Sylar a smile. "And that's where you found me. I'd been there for fifteen years, being exactly what my father always told me was perfect scientist. I was cold and distant, but I did my job really well."

A sudden pang of recognition shot through Mohinder's mind as he reached for the door and turned to thank Sylar one more time. The way the light struck the taller man, it's yellowish glow lighting up the who walkway that was the outside of tens of doors pulled long list memories from the Indian's mind. The smells of over-syruped pancakes and strawberry car air-fresheners. The sounds of the mid-west, quiet and ever-reaching. The first companion he'd ever lost, opening up to him.

"I believe in fate, Mohinder, and karma, and I'm not just saying that because you're Indian."

"I suppose it is karma." The doctor suddenly burst out, chuckling. "Perhaps this is Great Lord Indra's plan for me, punishing me for trying to take a gift that was not mine to take." He let out a sigh. "Perhaps, this truly is my fate."
Sep. 25th, 2010 04:13 pm (UTC)
He felt it, too, especially when Mohinder used those specific words. Montana suddenly feeling so close through the distance. He felt the old surge of possessiveness toward the doctor, now more protective than before, but still not quite right for men in their position.

"God help me," he murmured, thinking he hadn't experienced enough hell for all he himself had done, but he didn't elaborate on that. He just put a hand against Mohinder's back and assured him, "Then take it as a sign that people who won't break have appeared. You're penance is over."
Sep. 25th, 2010 04:29 pm (UTC)
"I can only hope." Mohinder smiled, opening the door quietly and seeing that Claire was still sound asleep. "Well, good night." The doctor whispered, returning to bed after stripping down to his boxers and pulling off his shirt. "Thank you again."
Sep. 25th, 2010 04:36 pm (UTC)
"Thank you for talking to me," Sylar smiled, shucking his own pants and lying back down, tossing the note away. "And sleep well, Mohinder." The poor man deserved it.
Sep. 25th, 2010 05:35 pm (UTC)
The Indian was put shortly after laying his head on the pillow. Claire shifted slightly when Sylar rejoined her, blinking slightly before focussing.

"Hey, handsome." She smiled, rolling over to wrap her arm around te brunette's middle, scratching at the fur that downed his belly. "Where'd you run off to? You weren't making out with Mo in the car, were you?" She teased, her grin growing wider.
Sep. 25th, 2010 07:00 pm (UTC)
Sylar snorted softly and cuddled in. "No, we just talked. Bit of cathartic hugging. I'll tell you some about it, later, but I hope Mohinder will be able to tell you himself. He's got good reasons for how badly he's hurting."
Sep. 25th, 2010 07:04 pm (UTC)
"I never doubted." Claire smiled, nuzzling against her lover's arm with a grin. "He missed you. That's why it's easier for him to open up to you. I hope he will find he can trust me too. I miss his smile."
Sep. 25th, 2010 09:24 pm (UTC)
"I still can't wrap my head around that," Sylar's thumb petter over her hip. "I made his life hell. I feel damn lucky to be forgiven. But missed? Trusted over you?"
Sep. 25th, 2010 10:50 pm (UTC)
"But you're Sylar." Claire laughed softly. "You're strong and powerful. Unbreakable. I'm Claire Bennet. The cheerleader. Our whole beginning was dedicated to saving me." She pointed out, tickling Sylar's belly for a quick moment.
Sep. 26th, 2010 02:23 am (UTC)
"You think that's why he didn't like you calling me Gabe?" The brunette asked after chuckling and clasping her hand.
Sep. 26th, 2010 02:26 am (UTC)
"Probably. Ruins the image." Claire smiled, pulling her hand away and going back to the tame rubbing. "I just hope he'll open up to me like he obviously is so willing to do for you... I think he likes you." She whispered the last part softer, like it was a big secret.
Sep. 26th, 2010 08:24 am (UTC)
"I think he likes me, too," Sylar returned the conspiratorial whisper and hummed happily as she rubbed his belly. He was thinking on that though. How much would Mohinder need from him? The Indian had admitted to having a boyfriend, one who had reminded the doctor of Sylar, or one of his characters, anyway, still.

Claire had only just recently forced Sylar to admit there might have been more than the List to explain the brunette's own fixation. But he loved the blonde, and there was no two ways about that. He just hoped this didn't get too complicated.
Sep. 26th, 2010 11:32 am (UTC)
"Well, I like you both. Do you think we can all go to sleep now?" Came a groggy british lilt from the other bed. "By the way, your whispers suck."

Claire couldn't help but giggle and bury her face in Sylar's arm. "Sorry." She whispered and cuddled down to try and go back to sleep, feeling bad that the Indian had overheard most of that.
Sep. 26th, 2010 04:30 pm (UTC)
"Sorry," Sylar returned as well and shut his trap. It was a while before he slept though. He was thinking about Nadir. Wondering what had made Mohinder decide to go with a man, what their relationship had been like, and how he'd died. Had Nadir realized why he was broken? Or in the confusion, did he think it had still been the car? Had he blamed Mohinder, or cried to have the doctor at his side? Either outcome would still be devastating, but he hoped Nadir had passed none the wiser.
Sep. 26th, 2010 06:24 pm (UTC)
Nadir would be a touchy subject for Mohinder for a long while, but he was slowly believing that Sylar and Claire had his best interest at heart.

The next morning had them on the move again, piling in the car and making their way east.

"So, do you think we'll have horses?" Claire asked, a bit of young girl shining through her aged self.

"I hope so. I love horses." Mohinder gave a genuine smile. The Indian seemed a lot better since his talk with Sylar the night before. "I miss riding."
Sep. 26th, 2010 06:53 pm (UTC)
"I never have," Sylar admitted, smirking a little. "But they're prettier than cows and sheep, so I'm with the two of you. Horses it shall be."
Sep. 26th, 2010 09:01 pm (UTC)
"I took riding in school in England. It was so fun." Mohinder laughed. "I started out awful, but after a while I really enjoyed it."

"I'm from Texas. Everybody rides." Claire chuckled, adding a Texas twang to her voice.
Sep. 26th, 2010 10:14 pm (UTC)
"I bet you were quite the picture. Proper British gentleman and quintescential cowgirl," he smiled. "No one rides in Queens. But I had toy horses, growing up. With a cowboy." That was a normal enough doll to have, for a little boy, though it was decided, later, that the figure had been a gateway into his fashion doll "problem". "I can't wait to make a fool of myself for you two."
Sep. 27th, 2010 02:05 am (UTC)
"Oh, it's easy. Once you get the hang of it, it's like riding a bike." Claire grinned, slapping Sylar's thigh.

"Or a horse..." Mohinder added with a snicker. "But we'll teach you. So you'll do fine." Of course, the image of Sylar trying to figure out a horse was rather humorous. Perhaps the Indian would convince Claire to just leave the brunette to his own devices to start.
Sep. 27th, 2010 05:51 am (UTC)
"Yes, I think a living creature is going to be quite a bit different from an inanimate object, especially since, for most of my life, animals have sort of avoided me," he shrugged slightly. "Not that cats hiss and dogs bark or anything, they just get kind of shy."
Sep. 27th, 2010 10:08 am (UTC)
"That's because they probably sensed a stronger animal." Mohinder pointed out. "You probably confused the hell out of them, the dogs and cats sensing a predator but getting a puppy."

Claire giggled a bit as the doctor referred to Sylar as a puppy. He really was a big puppy. Adorable and playful, but dangerous if cornered.
Sep. 27th, 2010 05:05 pm (UTC)
"I guess so," he agreed shrugging and smiling a bit at being called a puppy, too. "Girls with pets are always so disappointed. They think I should be such a dog-person. I have been growled and snapped at by a few over-excited chihuahuas who allegedly 'never act like that!', but every now and then I luck out with something that's trusting.

"We'll just have to find me a horse confident in it's ability to squish me under its hooves if I look at it funny," he smiled a little wider, enjoying the easy atmosphere of the car right now.
Sep. 27th, 2010 06:44 pm (UTC)
"Or we can break you instead of the horse." Claire chuckled.
Sep. 27th, 2010 07:07 pm (UTC)
The brunette's smile immediately narrowed into a soft scowl. He shook his head slightly and lounged back a bit further in his seat. "Hush. I don't go killing for sport any more. I don't even usually bother with revenge, unless it's a Shenoy doctor standing over me with a scalpel."
Sep. 27th, 2010 09:46 pm (UTC)
"Good thing I didn't have the scaple then." Mohinder laughed, leaning back as well and not so casually putting his arm around Claire. It seemed a valiant attempt at intimacy. That's what the Claire thought, at least. She went with it, letting the Indian have his practice.
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