Fillmore
Title: Fillmore
Characters/Pairing: Sylar, Sarah Ellis
Rating: PG
Word count: 881
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: She's on his list
Note: Gen so far. Hopefully I'll be able to finish it lol
Parts: 1, 2
Detective Pierce stands at the end of the patients bed, watching him patiently as he takes a gulp of water. The man is a stranger here, arrived some weeks back looking for her. Now she is gone and he is the only survivor pulled from her burning house. Now he looks up at the police officer, appearing very calm.
"I got into a car accident and she saved me. Sarah," his voice is scratchy from the smoke he had inhaled. Pierce nods and takes a seat by the bed.
"You said so before. What I want to know is where is she now?" They hadn't found a body yet and so far this guy hadn't mentioned what happened. Pierce regards him with narrowed eyes as he clears his throat and winces with a pained look.
"I'll tell you what I know."
"Thank you Mr Sylar."
~
Before
Sylar takes out his book of names and flicks to the relevant page and with a pencil he strikes through a name with a hard, no nonsense line. His satisfied eyes flick down to another name and his pencil hovers over the page, undecided before he jots down a question mark next to her name. Sarah Ellis. With a sigh he puts the book back into his rucksack and smiles at the waitress who settles his coffee down.
"Your toast will be ready in just a tick."
"Thank you. Say, you couldn't help me with something could you?" he says hopefully with big eyes and she smiles down at him, tucking her hair behind an ear. He shifts closer, finger making doodles against the shiny table top. "I was looking for a house, out on Mountain View but I couldn't see it. This is the place," he brings the note-book back out and points to her address. The waitress's eyes widen and she straightens up, her face troubled but trying to hide it.
"Well it's no wonder you couldn't find it, that house burned down years ago."
Shit. Holding his disappointment back Sylar rings his lips open in surprise. "Really?"
"Yeah, almost took the forest with it but luckily that was stopped in time." She narrows her eyes at him as he sits back with an occupied look. "Who were you looking for?"
"Sarah..." He watches as her face flashes from surprise to embarrassment before she ducks her head down to look at her note pad, scribbling on it.
"Oh, I see. Well you can find her at Chalk Creek, last house at the end of the road. It's some miles from here..." With that she smiles, much to forced, and scurries away to retrieve his breakfast. Sylar stares after her with interest and the balloon of sullenness pops with relief. She was alive.
He had decided after Chandra had deserted him that he would go it alone. He had his own map, that he would stare at for hours and hours, and after some thorough research and an ungodly amount of phonebooks found a substantial amount of people. So he was searching through the states for them and now he's reached Utah, Fillmore. And this person, Sarah. He never knew what their power would be but that was half the surprise, the not knowing. But he was a good judge of character and usually the ability fit the person...
Wiping his fingers on a napkin he finishes his breakfast and heads to the counter to pay, eyeing the waitress who averts her eyes. He looks at the guy before him, notes that a badge names him as Emmet. He puts on his friendliest smile as he hands the change over, sitting on a bar stool.
"I was just talking to Rachael over there."
"Yeah she said, looking for that Ellis woman." He says and while Rachael had appeared embarrassed this man looks slightly disgusted. Sylar wipes the smile off his face and replaces it with confusion.
"Uh, yeah that's right...is something wrong? I just wanted to get her on the phone." No point heading out of his way in this weather if she's not there. Emmet's brow cocks and he snorts and looks at Sylar with a derisive expression.
"Call her? What, does she know Morse Code now? Girl is mute, hasn't spoken in years."
"Ever since the fire." Rachael chips in helpfully but Emmet stares at her hard and she disappears into the kitchen. Sylar stands and shoulders his bag, preparing to leave.
"Well is she there?"
"How the hell would I know!? I don't go see her!" He says defensively and Sylar backs away from his red face, with his palms raised. Emmet shakes his head and begins wiping the counter down with a cloth, muttering under his breath about "punters."
Frowning with thought, Sylar steps out into the cold and stops when he feels the snow flakes fall around his head. It must have started as he ate and already settling. He stands with his lip between his teeth. He could go now before it gets to heavy, get what he wants and leave or stay until it passes over. Either way he can't outrun the weather. Gray snow clouds stretch over him for miles in all directions. Getting into his car he starts the ignition and prepares to go pay Sarah Ellis a special visit.
Characters/Pairing: Sylar, Sarah Ellis
Rating: PG
Word count: 881
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: She's on his list
Note: Gen so far. Hopefully I'll be able to finish it lol
Parts: 1, 2
Detective Pierce stands at the end of the patients bed, watching him patiently as he takes a gulp of water. The man is a stranger here, arrived some weeks back looking for her. Now she is gone and he is the only survivor pulled from her burning house. Now he looks up at the police officer, appearing very calm.
"I got into a car accident and she saved me. Sarah," his voice is scratchy from the smoke he had inhaled. Pierce nods and takes a seat by the bed.
"You said so before. What I want to know is where is she now?" They hadn't found a body yet and so far this guy hadn't mentioned what happened. Pierce regards him with narrowed eyes as he clears his throat and winces with a pained look.
"I'll tell you what I know."
"Thank you Mr Sylar."
~
Before
Sylar takes out his book of names and flicks to the relevant page and with a pencil he strikes through a name with a hard, no nonsense line. His satisfied eyes flick down to another name and his pencil hovers over the page, undecided before he jots down a question mark next to her name. Sarah Ellis. With a sigh he puts the book back into his rucksack and smiles at the waitress who settles his coffee down.
"Your toast will be ready in just a tick."
"Thank you. Say, you couldn't help me with something could you?" he says hopefully with big eyes and she smiles down at him, tucking her hair behind an ear. He shifts closer, finger making doodles against the shiny table top. "I was looking for a house, out on Mountain View but I couldn't see it. This is the place," he brings the note-book back out and points to her address. The waitress's eyes widen and she straightens up, her face troubled but trying to hide it.
"Well it's no wonder you couldn't find it, that house burned down years ago."
Shit. Holding his disappointment back Sylar rings his lips open in surprise. "Really?"
"Yeah, almost took the forest with it but luckily that was stopped in time." She narrows her eyes at him as he sits back with an occupied look. "Who were you looking for?"
"Sarah..." He watches as her face flashes from surprise to embarrassment before she ducks her head down to look at her note pad, scribbling on it.
"Oh, I see. Well you can find her at Chalk Creek, last house at the end of the road. It's some miles from here..." With that she smiles, much to forced, and scurries away to retrieve his breakfast. Sylar stares after her with interest and the balloon of sullenness pops with relief. She was alive.
He had decided after Chandra had deserted him that he would go it alone. He had his own map, that he would stare at for hours and hours, and after some thorough research and an ungodly amount of phonebooks found a substantial amount of people. So he was searching through the states for them and now he's reached Utah, Fillmore. And this person, Sarah. He never knew what their power would be but that was half the surprise, the not knowing. But he was a good judge of character and usually the ability fit the person...
Wiping his fingers on a napkin he finishes his breakfast and heads to the counter to pay, eyeing the waitress who averts her eyes. He looks at the guy before him, notes that a badge names him as Emmet. He puts on his friendliest smile as he hands the change over, sitting on a bar stool.
"I was just talking to Rachael over there."
"Yeah she said, looking for that Ellis woman." He says and while Rachael had appeared embarrassed this man looks slightly disgusted. Sylar wipes the smile off his face and replaces it with confusion.
"Uh, yeah that's right...is something wrong? I just wanted to get her on the phone." No point heading out of his way in this weather if she's not there. Emmet's brow cocks and he snorts and looks at Sylar with a derisive expression.
"Call her? What, does she know Morse Code now? Girl is mute, hasn't spoken in years."
"Ever since the fire." Rachael chips in helpfully but Emmet stares at her hard and she disappears into the kitchen. Sylar stands and shoulders his bag, preparing to leave.
"Well is she there?"
"How the hell would I know!? I don't go see her!" He says defensively and Sylar backs away from his red face, with his palms raised. Emmet shakes his head and begins wiping the counter down with a cloth, muttering under his breath about "punters."
Frowning with thought, Sylar steps out into the cold and stops when he feels the snow flakes fall around his head. It must have started as he ate and already settling. He stands with his lip between his teeth. He could go now before it gets to heavy, get what he wants and leave or stay until it passes over. Either way he can't outrun the weather. Gray snow clouds stretch over him for miles in all directions. Getting into his car he starts the ignition and prepares to go pay Sarah Ellis a special visit.