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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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fathersresearch
Jan. 8th, 2011 05:30 am (UTC)
"I..." Mohinder paused, looking at his own empty hands a moment before leaning quickly forward and wrapping his arms around Sylar. "I like you too." The Indian said softly, his lips grazing just below the brunette's jaw.

As quickly as he'd hugged the taller man, Mohinder was gone, pulling away and getting up to put away his new book and figure out just how he was going to survive more than one week without going to the antique dealer again.
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 8th, 2011 06:08 am (UTC)
Sylar watched the Indian go, expression a bit blank and uncertain for a moment before he allowed himself a bemused smile. Mohinder was certainly going to make life interesting again, and he looked forward to that.

Still thinking on how much better that had gone than he had expected, he rose as well and went to find Claire. He could only imagine she was anxious to know how things went.
invincibleblond
Jan. 8th, 2011 08:18 am (UTC)
Claire was in the kitchen, washing up some vegetables for dinner. When Sylar happened upon her, she held up the bunch of carrots triumphantly.

"Nice and fresh from the market. Everyone grows there own stuff around here. It's pretty sweet." She smiled, continuing her duties. "How was your day?" she asked, completely unaware of Mohinder's return.
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 8th, 2011 08:26 am (UTC)
"Interesting," he answered, coming up behind her to hug and plant a kiss on the crown of her head. "I talked to Mohinder. He took it quite a great deal better than I expected."
invincibleblond
Jan. 8th, 2011 08:37 am (UTC)
"Oh?" Claire grinned, placing the carrots down in the sink and spinning in Sylar's arms. "What happened?"
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 8th, 2011 08:56 am (UTC)
"A bit of shouting, a bit of crying, a stern talking-to, and a little bonding for dessert. He said he likes us, and I think that's good, and he understands now that the antique shop is deceptively dangerous," he sighed softly, making a bit of a face at that. "Even I'm still not happy about that though. I do love old things. It's so nice to imagine time hasn't gone so quickly by."
invincibleblond
Jan. 8th, 2011 03:20 pm (UTC)
"I know, but it's also nice not to be on the run or laid out on a slab." Claire pointed out. "Mohinder needs to understand that."
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 16th, 2011 11:27 am (UTC)
"I think he does," Sylar's arms hung loosely but comfortably about her petite waist, smiling confidently down into her emerald gaze. After a beat he dipped down to steal a kiss, just loving the tilt of her head in that moment and feeling the impulse to use it to his advantage.
invincibleblond
Jan. 17th, 2011 01:47 am (UTC)
"Mmm..." Claire hummed with a slight smile. When they broke, Sylar would find her grinning brightly up at him. "What was that for?"
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 18th, 2011 07:00 am (UTC)
"For being right here, and so very kissable. I'm very much enjoying the fact of the moment that we're not on the run, nor anywhere near a slab," he smirked a little and gave her a squeeze.
invincibleblond
Apr. 5th, 2011 02:52 am (UTC)
"You know," Claire began, pulling away from Sylar and going back to washing her veggies. "I've been thinking. Mohinder needs help getting back to what he was, right? And it's really hard for him to adjust to you and I..." She trailed off, tilting her head to imply the seriousness of her and Sylar's relationship.

"Maybe we should take you and I out of the picture?" She said, putting down the bunch of carrots in her hand and leaning her hip agains the counter. "And before you panic, I'm not saying lets separate because of Mohinder, I'm saying that maybe we should tone it down, or maybe even turn it off while we're in front of him."

Claire thought this was a wonderful plan. Let the Indian take his time adjust to normalcy before making teams and leaving him out of the game.

"I can't promise I won't molest you behind closed doors, but while the doctor is with us, let's not do the couple thing."
i_can_fix_it
Apr. 9th, 2011 03:02 am (UTC)
"Oh, you nearly gave me a heart-attack," Sylar drew a deep breath and let out a long sigh as Claire better explained what she meant. Coupling it with the physical move away just after a moment of sweet affection, he had indeed had a moment of mental-emotional panic.

"I do want to make things easier on him though. I remember what that was like, all too clearly really, when I was so much younger and not right inside my own head. Seeing people together, and happy, even people I didn't even know... It just made me fixate, wondering what the hell was wrong with me, that I couldn't be like that, with anyone," he shook his head slightly, and reached for a glass to get himself an ice water.
invincibleblond
Apr. 9th, 2011 03:12 am (UTC)
"I can relate, but much later in life when I felt diseased and different. Freakish…" She trailed off, disgusted by even her own words. "I think we should just keep our private life out of Mohinder's face for a while. I feel like we're not helping his situation at all."

Claire knew that there was some major issues with the Indian now. He, unlike the two immortals he was now sharing this strange adventure with, was not built for a life never-ending.

"Maybe we should go out, buy some booze and sit around the house and just talk. Tell stories from the years. It might help Mohinder. Give him a chance to air out all of the scary ghosts hiding in his closet."
i_can_fix_it
Apr. 9th, 2011 03:29 am (UTC)
"We can try, anyway. He's probably the only one who'd get drunk though," Sylar smirked, sipping his water. "But I think I can manage to keep things platonic when he's in the room, or within earshot. We could even go to bed, separately, and I could sneak down to yours," his smirk grew into a suggestive smile behind the glass. "It could make things kind of interesting."
invincibleblond
Apr. 9th, 2011 03:32 am (UTC)
"What? By acting like we're horny teens hiding from dad?" Claire laughed, waggling her eyebrows. "I mean, I am permanently eighteen. I suppose it makes sense." She shrugged, walking over to run her hands up Sylar's chest.

"I'd be dating this badass older boy who 'daddy doesn't approve of.'" She noted suggestively, adding a bit more Texan to her accent for the last bit.
i_can_fix_it
Apr. 9th, 2011 03:40 am (UTC)
He couldn't help the grey velvet chuckle that hummed up from that chest, the way she spoke of him as the bad-boy boyfriend 'daddy' wouldn't like. He couldn't help thinking about old Noah some times, and how very true that statement really was.

"I do like being the bad boy." He circled an arm around her with one hand landing freely on her pert rear end, eyes half-lidded like a cat given cream.
invincibleblond
Apr. 9th, 2011 03:51 am (UTC)
"I know you do." Claire purred, leaning up to nip at his bottom lip, her accent still ringing a slight midwestern drawl. "So, why don't we go someplace a little bit more… private." She grinned. The short blond pulled on the brunette's shirt, coxing him back towards the hallway that led to the bedrooms.
i_can_fix_it
Apr. 9th, 2011 04:09 am (UTC)
"Ohhh, and I like the way you think," he grinned and followed, pacing after her like a hungry wolf after a meal. He kept his ears open, though he was pretty sure Mohinder had secluded himself, probably overwhelmed by the confrontation between himself and Sylar, however positively it had turned out.

As soon as they had the door closed behind them, the brunette allowed his hands free roam over Claire's petite body, slipping up under her top to fondle the soft flesh beneath.
invincibleblond
Apr. 9th, 2011 04:27 am (UTC)
"Greedy man." Claire laughed, batting away the brunette's hands playfully. "I still owe you a dance, do I not?" She asked in that sweet midwestern voice. "Unless you want to get a raincheck and ravish me now?"

Claire too was very aware that Mohinder was in the house, but she was sure that if they kept it down, the Indian would be none the wiser of the couple's exploits down the hall.
i_can_fix_it
Apr. 9th, 2011 06:32 am (UTC)
"Decisions, decisions," Sylar clucked his tongue, rubbing his palms together as Claire moved away. "I think I will take that dance, though. It's a good excuse for some music."

He moved across to her entertainment console and cued up a bit of old 21st century dance music. Nothing too loud, but it would help cover any soft bumps or sounds that managed to escape.
invincibleblond
Apr. 9th, 2011 09:40 am (UTC)
Claire grinned again, happy for the noise cover as well as the opportunity to treat Sylar. The deviant streak in the girl was all wired up as she waited for the tall brunette to sit at the end of the bed. She moved over to him, putting her small hands on his shoulders and straddling his waist, only so much that her bottom was just barely touching his lap.

"You're going to enjoy this on so many levels." She said with a devious grin, before beginning to move her hips just so, grazing Sylar teasingly in all the right places. Claire's hands left the man's shoulders and ran over her own body and up into her hair, pulling it back sensually.
i_can_fix_it
Apr. 12th, 2011 05:46 am (UTC)
His jeans were already tight, and he was definitely having fun. Today was going well. Mohinder had been reasoned with and now Claire was being feisty. He really couldn't ask for much more.

As the blonde began to undulate and fondle her own petite body, Sylar leaned back a bit to enjoy the view. She really was spectacular. Beautifully formed, and his bright eyes drank in every inch and every movement, the occasional purr of approval escaping his throat.

It wasn't an easy task to be good and not greedy, to just sit back and watch, but he was enjoying the tease too much to spoil it. "Yes, that's gorgeous..."
invincibleblond
Apr. 12th, 2011 01:04 pm (UTC)
"Of course it is." Claire murmured, letting her hair fall over her face as she reached back and unclasped her bra. The fabric fell to the floor revealing her perky and supple breasts and the blond quickly let her hands roam to enjoy the round globes as well.

"The things you make me do, Sylar…" Claire groaned huskily, grinding her hips down against the brunette's obvious erection. "No wonder daddy hated you." She grinned devilishly. Noah was long dead and any moral sway the memory of the former company man would have had long worn off in the last century.
i_can_fix_it
Apr. 18th, 2011 05:42 am (UTC)
It hadn't worn off for Sylar, and he had a feeling she knew it. He had grown and changed over the decades, but there were certain things, certain triggers, and that definitely shot a streak of darkness through his heated bloodstream. It made watching her all the more delicious, and a wicked smirk touched his lips at the mention of it.

She was his. He'd won, and all it took was time. Just waiting, and the passage of years hadn't just slain his enemy for him, but killed the strength of the memory in her that would otherwise have her fighting Sylar. He groaned and let his free hand rise to caress her taut, gorgeous thighs. "Heh, it is good, being this bad."
invincibleblond
Apr. 22nd, 2011 10:26 pm (UTC)
Claire grinned at those words, knowing that Sylar still had that dark and devious streak that ran up him like a pair of racing stripes. It didn't matter how naughty she was though. It was only for their enjoyment.

She leaned over him so that her hair brushed against his face and her nipple nearly touched his nose before spinning around and grinding her ass right against the man's hardened length.

"You want this, don't you?" She asked in her sweet Texan voice. "You like naughty girls?"
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