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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
Oct. 30th, 2010 12:56 pm (UTC)
"Yes, please!" Claire laughed and slapped Mohinder on the shoulder before running off towards the house like a joyous child.
fathersresearch
Oct. 30th, 2010 12:58 pm (UTC)
The Indian feigned pain even though she would never be able to do any real damage.

"You know, she cares a great deal about you. I can see it. Every time she looks at you." Mohinder smiled, rubbing his arm playfully. "And I think I can say that I care for you too." The doctor added, a sheepish smile clinging to his lips. "You two, you're like family. I ca't imagine ever losing you both."
i_can_fix_it
Oct. 31st, 2010 09:10 am (UTC)
"Well, you don't have to, because it's not going to happen," Sylar smiled, half reassuring, half a little sad. "Most you might have to worry about is rescuing one or both of us from Shenoy, if we get sloppy, but never really losing us."

He patted a hand between Mohinder's shoulderblades to coax him toward the house, beginning to follow after Claire at a more leisurely pace.
fathersresearch
Oct. 31st, 2010 09:44 am (UTC)
Mohinder gave Sylar an even more bashful smile as the made their way up the graveled path to the large farm house. It looked amazing and Claire was waiting happily on the porch for the boys to get there.

"C'mon, slowkies!" She giggled.

"We're coming!" The Indian called out, giving the brunette's shoulder a squeeze before heading up the stairs to join the happy blond.
i_can_fix_it
Nov. 1st, 2010 08:35 am (UTC)
Sylar laughed and followed, heading up to the house. It had enough security features about it that they could tour the building unguided, a sort of digital open house. Sylar was personally very impressed by the look of the kitchen. He was already imagining all manner of delicious meals he could cook up for them there. "Though it's in great desire of a waffle-maker," he pointed out.
fathersresearch
Nov. 2nd, 2010 09:41 pm (UTC)
"You mean you're in great desire for a waffle maker?" Claire teased, playfully elbowing at Mohinder and giving the Indian a look that said he should understand.

"Oh, right. You are a huge fan of waffles from what I remember." The Indian smiled, walking further in the kitchen to check the cabinet space. "And weren't you all obsessive compulsive about it too? FIlling every crevice with syrup and such?"

"He's still like that." Claire giggle, eyeing Sylar now. "Like a big kid."
i_can_fix_it
Nov. 3rd, 2010 09:02 am (UTC)
"What can I say? A man can only adapt so much. Some things never change," he shrugged helplessly, running his hands over the counter tops. One thing he did a lot more of these days was touching. While he used to be very walled up inside himself, he often found himself touching and handling things, reminding himself he was still in a real, physical world. He wasn't nearly as screwy as Mohinder, but still, you didn't live a century in an unchanging body without having some existential issues.
invincibleblond
Nov. 4th, 2010 10:32 pm (UTC)
"Well, I still adore going to the spa. Everyone has their guilty pleasures." Claire grinned, moving to run her hands over Sylar arm.
fathersresearch
Nov. 4th, 2010 10:38 pm (UTC)
"And I still read Harry Potter. It'll never get old." Mohinder chuckled, leaning on the counter to watch the two interact. Honestly, Sylar and Claire did seem to fit well together. She was bright and shining while he was dark and mysterious. The matched well. Of course, it didn't give the Indian much comfort to see the two get along so well. If they were the perfect fit, where did Mohinder fit in?
i_can_fix_it
Nov. 9th, 2010 05:46 am (UTC)
"Oh, are you kidding? Those are classics," Sylar agreed with Mohinder, leaning in to the caress from Claire. He hadn't figured out how to really integrate Mohinder yet. He just knew he needed the geneticist there.

In a short order of time they had their new identification and the home had been procured. It needed quite a bit of effort on their part to furnish and ready it before they could even think about finding horses, but that was only a matter of time as well.

For the start there was just a great deal of minor home repairs and painting, picking out furniture and stocking the fridge. Sylar got his waffle maker, and was often to be found in the kitchen preparing meals with old fashioned time and care. It didn't matter how good the newfangled gadgets got, the best food was always made from scratch.
fathersresearch
Nov. 10th, 2010 03:24 am (UTC)
Since there was plenty of space, each of them got a room. Claire preferred to stay with Sylar, but she did get her own space in case she needed it. Mohinder was able to make himself at home in a bedroom just down the hall from the master on the second floor. He would periodically go into town and buy this or that, using his charm to gain the trust of some of the local folk.

The antique dealer was particularly infatuated with the doctor. He was a terrible old man who's life and entire wealth was invested in acquiring items from the worlds past. Mohinder would drive into town, going to pick up this or that, but every trip he would stop in to see old Jack. The Indian always purchased something innocuous, usually books, telling the man that he was always fascinated by American history and loved the feel of paper in his hands. Honestly, his trips and those books were the only thing keeping the dark thoughts and loneliness away as he watch Sylar and Claire enjoy each others company so effortlessly.

Claire remained at home most of the time. She wanted to stay on her little island with her boys without any outside interruption. People were hard to trust these days and for now, she just wanted to enjoy her freedom with the people she cared about. Every night she would crawl into bed next to the tall brunette, cuddling close and drifting away, happy with the simplicity of freedom.
i_can_fix_it
Nov. 11th, 2010 03:24 am (UTC)
Sylar also preferred the ranch. He ended up with quite a few pair of actually blue blue jeans, lace up work boots, variously coloured tees and a few western button downs in various states of light, neutral plaid. He barely looked like himself, what he was used to anyway, but black just wasn't going to fly with all the dust constantly blowing around and him working in it.

He now made a hobby of repairing the fence lines and fixing up the barn, getting it ready for the day when they might have animals. He often came back in smelling of the earth with dirt smudged along the side of his nose. It was surprisingly relaxing and satisfying to work so much with his hands.

And every night he'd shower quickly and crawl into bed next to the petite blonde, cuddling close and drifting away, happy too. But also often concerned. He wasn't sure about Mohinder's frequent trips in among society, especially showing off his affinity for old things. It seemed reckless...
invincibleblond
Nov. 11th, 2010 04:17 am (UTC)
Claire actually agreed. It was dangerous for the Indian to be so flagrant with his interests, especially in a new town. She decided that maybe they should talk about it with the doctor, pulling Sylar aside to discuss it.

"I mean, it does sort of echo your relationship with what's-her-face." She sneered, giving the impression that she certainly didn't care what that bitches name was, even after all these months. "He might get us caught, just like that."
i_can_fix_it
Nov. 24th, 2010 11:22 pm (UTC)
"It wouldn't be such a problem if he wasn't so distinctive," Sylar sighed, rubbing his forehead, definitely not looking forward to confronting Mohinder, warning off something that probably made him feel comfortable and happy. "Unfortunately that's not the case. I don't think we have a choice. Ganging up on him isn't a good idea though. Maybe if I just told him about Gwen he'd get the picture."

Edited at 2010-11-24 11:23 pm (UTC)
invincibleblond
Nov. 25th, 2010 10:14 pm (UTC)
"Then maybe you should talk to him?" Claire asked, shrugging slightly. "I mean, he does like you best... Or at least he feels more comfortable talking to you."
i_can_fix_it
Nov. 25th, 2010 10:34 pm (UTC)
"Which is still insane," Sylar shook his head slightly. "But, gifthorse, mouth." He shook his head in negation. "I'll see how things go, but if it looks like he could use some extra influence, I'll let you know. Maybe saying a little something extra to show we both noticed and we both care."
fathersresearch
Nov. 27th, 2010 08:47 pm (UTC)
Claire certainly agreed with that idea. She stayed out of it until then. She honestly didn't want to upset the doctor any more than he already was.

Mohinder continued his trips into town, coming home with something or other from the antique shop. This time it was a copy of an old novel he'd been able to part Jack from.

"Sylar, come take a look at this." He grinned, proud of his prize. "Look what I found." The complete works of WIlliam Shakespeare. The Indian was quite happy.
i_can_fix_it
Nov. 28th, 2010 12:47 am (UTC)
God, it was difficult to need to burst such a bright bubble. The brunette approached, not with out his own curiosity and feelings of nostalgia. Rather than praise the doctor on his find though, Sylar just commented, gently as possible, "You've been visiting the antique shop quite frequently, haven't you?"

Edited at 2010-11-28 12:49 am (UTC)
fathersresearch
Dec. 27th, 2010 04:32 am (UTC)
"Have you been there yet?" Mohinder smiled, completely unaware that his parade was about to be rained on. "It has the most delightful finds and Jack is such an interesting man. He's seen a lot of history and it's nice to talk to someone who actually cares about what happened."

Of course, the doctor didn't really see the harm. He was connecting with someone and that meant that he could get away from the lonely feeling that ever pervaded his never-ending life. Sylar and Claire knew much better. They knew the dangers of getting to close to those who did not understand.
i_can_fix_it
Dec. 27th, 2010 05:08 am (UTC)
"I haven't," Sylar answered, a bittersweet smile touching his lips. "I had... a very nasty experience with an antiques dealer quite recently. It didn't turn out very well."

Save for leading him to Claire, but that certainly hadn't been the point behind giving him over to Shenoy.
fathersresearch
Dec. 29th, 2010 01:15 am (UTC)
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that." Mohinder gave a sympathetic smile. He didn't understand the context of what Sylar was saying. The warning was just a bit to subtle for the doctor to catch. "But I suppose it turned out alright in the end. You're here with Claire and I in this beautiful town. Things usually happen for a reason."

It was strange to catch the former geneticist in such good spirits. After weeks of keeping his smiles to himself, he was slowly turning back to his old outgoing and happy ways.
i_can_fix_it
Dec. 30th, 2010 09:15 am (UTC)
"Trying to look on the bright side, it directly brought me to Claire. That antiques dealer knew enough about the past to figure out what I am. She sold me out to Shenoy as soon as she realized that I was both dangerous and valuable. If I wasn't more resilient than I am, I'd still be on a slab, emaciated, jaundiced, being harvested for every organ, bone, and tissue short of my brain," Sylar elaborated, uncomfortably.
fathersresearch
Dec. 30th, 2010 01:19 pm (UTC)
"That's... Terrible." Suddenly, most of the color left the doctor's face. "You're warning me, aren't you?" It finally dawned on the doctor that maybe Sylar's story ha a purpose. At first, he was angry and that anger quickly flashed across his paled features. Sylar meant to take away the only connection Mohinder had for himself. His only link to the outside world.

"Well, I'm not that stupid." The Indian said sharply, some insinuation lacing his words. But as quickly as that anger swelled, it was quickly replaced with a look of sheer panic.

"Oh gods, maybe I am." Mohinder whispered in shock. "Maybe Jack knows and it's all my fault. We'll all be taken away and I did the ruining. What have I done." In seconds, the former geneticist went from spitting fiery rath to crying tears of fear. One might guess that in the comfort of the past couple weeks, it was easy to forget just how unstable Mohinder really was.

"They're coming for us and I ruined it. I'm so stupid. People aren't our friends. We're freaks. Freaks don't have friends. Stupid, stupid, stupid..."
i_can_fix_it
Dec. 31st, 2010 07:10 am (UTC)
"Hey! Oh, no, no, no… Don't cry, don't panic," Sylar stepped in, setting a hand on Mohinder's bicep, gently. "I'm sure he hasn't realized, yet, I'm just worried is all. Even if something did happen, I'd protect us. I promise."

He was taken aback by the sudden moodswings, but there was little he could do now except attempt damage control. Sylar couldn't change the reality they lived in, he could only do his damnedest to make it as safe and comfortable as possible.

Edited at 2010-12-31 07:23 am (UTC)
fathersresearch
Dec. 31st, 2010 06:50 pm (UTC)
"No, you're right. I've made a huge mistake." The Indian said sharply, pulling away from Sylar. "I knew better. People don't like freaks. They hate us." Mohinder had crashed again, dropping the book on his hand as he sobbed into his hands.
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