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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. 27th, 2010 10:01 pm (UTC)
"Oh, you know you'd be off the hook, anyway," Sylar scoffed, playful, but still honest. Mohinder had done the killer at least as much harm as Shenoy and the Company, but he'd always escaped the worst of Sylar's wrath. The most terminal, anyway. The things he'd done to the suspended Indian, before Peter had shown up, had been pretty agonizing.

Right now, he just appreciated the effort Mohinder was making. It was probably just as grueling, in its own way. With any luck, it would start to come naturally after a while.
Sep. 27th, 2010 11:29 pm (UTC)
Claire winked at Sylar and gave Mohinder a larger smile. "Perhaps for the first time in a long time, we'll be happy and we can just live our lives. That would be nice."

"Oh would it?" The Indian asked, raising his eyebrows. "You wouldn't miss the excitement about being on the run?" The conversation distracted the doctor, happy to see that no one brought up the fact he was touching Claire.

"Oh my! Totally! What was I thinking? We can't settle down!" Claire gasped in mock horror. "What would we do with our lives if we we happy? God forbid!"
Sep. 28th, 2010 12:09 am (UTC)
"It's unthinkable. Here, I'll reroute us," he pretended to lean in to handle the screen, which would predictably result in attempts to stop him. He laughed and sat back, the tone of the rest of the ride warm and comfortable.

By afternoon they were in the cool, crisp shadow of the Rocky mountains, climbing out in a small town that seemed to have barely been touched by the hand of time. There was so much foot and animal traffic that speed limits were still in the double digits, and low at that. Sylar found this highly amusing.
Sep. 28th, 2010 01:07 am (UTC)
"Where in the hell are we?" Claire smiled as she looked out the window. The town itself seemed quaint enough. Everyone looked quiet and if they we're the type of people the former blond thought they were, most of them would keep to themselves.

"We are out west, my dear." Mohinder waggled his eyebrows, perhaps trying to be a bit of a smart ass. "I haven't been out here since our trip to Montana, Sylar."
Sep. 28th, 2010 01:57 am (UTC)
"Well, if Dale's place was any indication, there wasn't much recommending it back then. But I think this looks like the perfect place. I can't imagine anyone from Shenoy coming here. Strikes me as the kind of place that doesn't like tourists, so we'd better tread carefully ourselves, to start," Sylar observed on their way through. "Here's hoping they have some sort of little motel to start at least though. We all still need new IDs."
Sep. 28th, 2010 02:10 am (UTC)
"Not a lot of shady characters to be found in the middle of nowhere. Know anyone who can forge documents?" Mohinder looked at Claire, who shrugged. "What about you?" He looked over at the brunette. "Know of anyone willing to work via mail?" Which was highly illegal and next to impossible these days.
Sep. 28th, 2010 02:21 am (UTC)
"I do, actually, for enough money, which as I've said, is no problem. There are people in New York, they helped me set up my last persona. I know how to get in contact with them and they can get us set.

"They'll send the docs by a private courier, hence the premium, but it'll be worth it. I want us to be able to settle down comfortably, be ourselves. Claire, you'll get to be a real country girl again, how's that feel?" he grinned.
Sep. 28th, 2010 02:26 am (UTC)
Claire shrugged her shoulders, bumping Mohinder's arm a bit as she did.

"Whatever. As long as I'm not on one of Shenoy's slabs anymore, I'd be glad if I were stripping again." She smiled.

"You were a stripper?" Mohinder pulled away from her, removing his arm and looking at the girl in absolute shock. "Really?"

"Yes, really." Claire laughed and rolled her eyes. "It's not like I'm nineteen anymore. I think I was in my seventies when I started stripping."

"You're kidding. Poor Noah..." Mohinder shook his head, a baffled smile on his face.

"Yeah, yeah. Daddy was probably rolling over in his grave. Probably rolled over a few hundred times by now, but such is life." The former cheerleader shrugged. "Oh! Maybe we can color my hair back? I hate being brunette."
Sep. 28th, 2010 02:41 am (UTC)
The brunette laughed when the stripping came up. He still had to see if he couldn't talk the girl into showing off some of her skills for him. "We can do that, definitely, though I think even the brunette will take on a different tone with a pair of jeans and a t-shirt."

He searched locally and found the desired hotel. This time he didn't bother with a new shape, just checked them in, and as soon as they were settled he went about securing the line so he could get in contact with the people who had invented Sean.
Sep. 28th, 2010 02:59 am (UTC)
Mohinder decided that while Sylar took care of the paperwork and such, he would take Claire for a walk, just as he did the brunette the night before. It was important that she understood why he was so awkward, so cold. He told her about the relationships in his past, the brutal ends they came to and how crushed by it he had become. He told her about Nadir, but not without a little tearing up. He'd cried himself out when he told this story to Sylar, but it still hurt to bring up, so although there were no sobs, Mohinder was definitely still a sad man when he brought up the fallen man.

They were gone for about an hour before coming back with some takeout from a deli down the street they walked down, Mohinder looking a bit worse for wear, but slightly relieved.

"We brought food." Claire smiled, setting the bags on the counter. "You seemed like an Italian type guy. Mohinder agreed. So that's what you get."

"And I also made sure to buy cookies with M&Ms in them. I know how much you like them." The Indian smiled just as brightly as the girl, proud of his decision.
Sep. 28th, 2010 03:11 am (UTC)
"Holy crap, you remember that?" Sylar sat up straighter, stunned by the revelation. He took the cookie bag and looked it over, his expression reading the wonder which had struck him. "These things are great!"

The lingering kid in Sylar was giddy. He loved anything sweet, and the bright colours dotting the surface of a crunchy cookie were some of the best you could get.

He was starting to think Claire had put it mildly when she said Mohinder liked him. The Indian's memory for their brief time together a century ago was uncanny.
Sep. 28th, 2010 03:14 am (UTC)
"Well... um... yes..." Mohinder suddenly blushed pink and looked at the floor. "Sorry... I just... I have a really good memory."

"And it was a very sweet gesture, Mohinder. Sylar is obviously thrilled." Claire smiled, patting the Indian's shoulder. "RIght, Gabe?"
Sep. 28th, 2010 03:25 am (UTC)
"Totally! Thank you, Mohinder," he beamed at the Indian, indeed, thrilled. "This was a perfect choice to go with dinner."

He reached for the bag to start parceling out their food, not recognizing the rocky ground Mohinder's mood had suddenly shifted to. Not yet. It was going to take a little time to get used to things.
Sep. 28th, 2010 03:44 am (UTC)
"Okay..." Mohinder said softly, clearly embarrassed that he'd remembered such things about Sylar so many years later. He was very taken with the brunette then and wanted to know everything, so most of the information he got from 'Zane' was sucked up like a sponge.

"C'mon. Let's eat." Claire encouraged, a little worried at the turn in attitude by Mohinder.
Sep. 28th, 2010 03:51 am (UTC)
"Good call," Sylar unwrapped his food and tucked in, seeing the blush now and giving Mohinder a reassuring smile. Truth be told, he was insanely flattered that Mohinder remembered such things. They'd stopped at a convenience store and Sylar had practically spazzed when he saw the cookies and brought them to the counter. Sure, cookies weren't so unusual, but M&M chip?

And he remembered quite a bit about the doctor, honestly. The way he'd smiled at all of Sylar's eccentricities, not too openly, but always with a slightly guarded reserve, probably fostered by that poor relationship with Chandra. How all of that melted away once he started in on his research and his theories. How he smelled, when the oils in his shining hair were warmed by sunlight.

Woah, what? ... never mind...
Sep. 28th, 2010 04:03 am (UTC)
Claire smiled as the three of them sat down to eat, all sitting crisscross style on the far right bed, facing each other so that they could talk.

"I hope we can have an apple tree. I had an apple tree in my yard in Texas. It was so sweet to be able to just walk out and pick one off the branches." The woman smiled, making conversation. It seemed that the only one participating were Sylar and Claire.

Mohinder ate his buffalo chicken sandwich in silence, keeping very much to himself.
Sep. 28th, 2010 04:10 am (UTC)
"We can have whatever we want," Sylar agreed. "An apple tree would be wonderful. Maybe a few of them. I bet they have a farmers' market here in town, we could bring bushels to sell."

He liked the idea, enjoying his Italian sandwich as he chatted mostly with Claire. He didn't ignore Mohinder by any means, but he didn't try too hard to rope him in either. He just wanted the Indian to be comfortable. The more comfortable he was, the more he would come out of his shell.

He began working out that making a big deal over the memory might have been touchy. Acting like anything was out of the norm might be a good way to set things off.
Sep. 28th, 2010 04:17 am (UTC)
"I don't know if we need to go that far." Claire said as she finished her Greek salad. "I think I'd prefer to keep to ourselves for a while. Not get too involved with the locals until we're good and settled. I like it being just us..."

Claire had no idea how that would sound to Mohinder. She had no idea that she was inadvertently making the Indian feel like an outsider.
Sep. 28th, 2010 04:18 am (UTC)
Mohinder nodded along with the two, listening but not conversing as they all ate. He was feeling a little strange and a bit like a third wheel all of a sudden. Perhaps he was too damaged to be a part of this lonely circle of friends.

And part of him... part of him was insanely jealous.

The more he saw the way Claire looked at Sylar, the more he felt like maybe he just should have let them go and gone on his own way. They didn't need him. They had each other.
Sep. 28th, 2010 04:30 am (UTC)
"Me, too," he smiled softly and sipped his soda. "Okay, forget the farmer's market. Just apples, and horses, and acres of no one but us."

He smiled at both of them, and when he checked Mohinder this time, he saw the tense, strained energy starting to build up behind his silent mask. Time to push, just a little bit, to make sure the man wasn't drifting too far off again. "Anything you want to have on the ranch, Mohinder? Something special?"
Sep. 28th, 2010 04:34 am (UTC)
"Me?" Mohinder was suddenly brought out of his thought by being addressed. He looked between the two people sitting on the bed with him and frowned. "No. I can't think of anything really. Apples and horses sound fine."

He was already slipping. He felt far too outside now. He was not American and didn't have those kinds of thoughts. Claire gave Sylar a look and before anything else could be said, stood and picked up everyone's trash.

"I think I'm going to run to the store, see if I can grab some hair bleach before it closes." She smiled, pulling on her shoes. "Be back in a bit." She wanted to leave the two men alone. Mohinder certainly looked in need of pep talk and she was in no position to give it yet.
Sep. 28th, 2010 04:40 am (UTC)
"Can you get some milk, for the cookies, please?" he added, knowing it was an excuse, but genuinely wanting the milk, for one, and trying to make it seem a little smoother, maybe. Oh, it was probably a mess anyway.

But once she'd ducked out, Sylar looked back to Mohinder, concerned for him. "What's going on?" he asked, plainly. He wanted to understand. If anyone knew about broken, it was him. It was just a matter of whether or not his kind of broken could help him help Mohinder with his.
Sep. 28th, 2010 04:48 am (UTC)
"Nothing..." Mohinder tried to smile. "A man can't not have any good ideas on hand?" He was playing it off well enough. He strange had shown through again. He just knew it.
Sep. 28th, 2010 04:59 am (UTC)
"You remember, back in Virginia Beach and Bozeman? Things would be going along fine, and then I'd go and say something, get a little too intense, and I couldn't hide it. You'd pull back, start to question bringing me, not because you suspected me yet, I don't think, just wondering if it'd really been a good idea to take a stranger along. Still..."

He sipped his soda again and set it aside. "I can see the same thing. You've got so much going on in your head, and what ever it is, you're not letting us see. It shows through sometimes anyway, but I'm not second guessing, because I know you. Just... talk to me. Like last night. Whatever you need."
Sep. 28th, 2010 05:05 am (UTC)
"I just..." Mohinder frowned again, playing with the straw in his drink. "I just feel... sort of like a third wheel, ya know. You and Claire seem so happy with each other..." The Indian shook his head. "I can't be a part of that. I don't belong here." The doctor stood and paced a bit, setting his drink down on the counter by the bathroom. "I should just move on without you. You two deserve your happiness. I shouldn't be here dragging you down with all my problems."
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