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Title: Let go. Part 2
Characters: Sylar/Maya
Rating: R
Word count: 1,899
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: She lets go of him
Note: Kept Woman fic. Well it's gonna suck for one of them :x
Parts: 1, 2
Leave.
The word spears through her but she still can’t quite believe he said it. She watches him as he squeezes his white glowing eyes closed and then opens them to show light brown irises. He then never takes his eyes off her.
“Wh - what do you mean? How?”
He sighs, looking depressed and flicks his hand in the air, to the paintings. “I can paint the future.” He begins to circle her as she stands surprised, looking at the painting more closely but they don’t tell her anymore then she had already gathered so Maya reaches for the covered painting. “No.” His hand quickly encircles her wrist and he steps in front of her.
The enforced indifference she had been practising so effectively ditches her, she can’t do it with all that hope hanging mistily in the air. “We can leave?” He doesn’t answer, just penetrates her with a hard look and Maya narrows her gaze. “Tell me Gabriel!”
He finally lets go of her and continues circling her, movements fidgety. “They’ve been circling for weeks…they thought we were dead, I made sure of that. But I got sloppy…and it’s all your fault.”
“What?! What did I do? And what the hell are you talking about?”
He stops and frowns at her, the first traces of anger flicking over his face. “You, you made me like this. Like I was in the shop with the timepieces…”
She growls low in her throat with frustration. “You’re not making any sense. The plane Gabriel! How is it possible?” She remembers the last time she had travelled over the country, to Virginia when Nadia was just a baby. She had seen a handful of people and most of them dieing. “They’re all dead, there was no one.”
“That was years ago Maya, people group together in a crises, so you wouldn’t have seen anyone from the car anyway.” His insight into her was extremely unnerving, always had been.
“But the virus…” But she already suspects, with all that proof flying in the skies.
He laughs, with little humour. “We are in a world populated by the special. They got the air purified within a few years.”
Maya keeps silent, letting his words sink in and take root. No virus, not for years. Years. He had lied to her, again. The breath bursts out from her lips like a sob and she backs away from him, her emotions a mix of acidic rage and then the next moment volcanic happiness. She races forward and slaps him across the face and keeps hitting until her hand stings and he flinches. The breath shudders out of her mouth as he lowers his head.
“You’re an evil, evil person…” She spits the words at him as she races past, heading for the door but he cuts her off, flattening his back against it.
“Where are you going?” He sounds panicked, voice breathy.
“I’m going to get Nadia.” And then finally deal with you, she thinks. He relaxes, nods and looks down at himself, plucking at his shirt.
“I’ll come with you. I need to shower and change…I don’t want her to see me like this. Wait.” He fixes her with a hard look and she curls her lips. Once he disappears into his room Maya turns and tries to open the door but it won’t budge. Growling she bangs her fist against it but remains where she is.
*
By now everyone can hear the din from above. A singular plane had turned into dozens with helicopters whooping around but none land yet.
People stand in clumps and look up at the sky with slack faces.
Gabriel and Maya walk towards the classroom that holds their daughter in silence. He had shaved and changed and he looks better, if very pale and thin. His eyes deviate from rolling around feverishly in their sockets, taking everything in or remain still and dead, tunnel vision. She couldn’t take it all in, the weight of his crime, his lies, not yet. They, who ever they were, knew they were here, they were coming.
Maya begins to walk upright and every time she hears the swoop of the aircrafts above she grins until it feels like it’s reaching her ears. He shudders.
The children are out of class, with their parents and Nadia meets them half way. In a non descript corridor with a shiny floor Nadia runs forward with a laugh and he bends down to pick her up and hold her tight. She cries on his shoulder and his arms flex around her.
“Dad…daddy? Why did you do that? Why wouldn’t you see me?” She looks up into his face, cheeks wet.
“I’m sorry, I really am. I just…couldn’t see anyone. I was s - sick.”
“You didn’t want me to catch it?” Her question sends a flinch over his face and he nods, unable to answer.
“I love you, I love you. You believe that right?” He kisses her forehead hard when she nods vigorously and the emotion sweeping over his face makes Maya turn away, her throat squeezing convulsively. “You wouldn’t leave me willingly…”
But the sound of his voice uttering that makes her turn back and sees his hot eyes looking at her from under his lowered brows, shiny and wet. She moves to them and brushes her hand down Nadia hair, kissing her head. “Baby, me and your dad need to talk…” He lowers her slowly as Nadia grumbles. “I need you to go outside and tell me when the planes land, ok baby?”
“Oh my god, they’re going to land!?” She smiles hugely and begins to run but then heads back to hug her father one last time “I love you to.” She rushes off.
His chest heaves as they remain standing, watching the empty place their daughter had occupied. “It‘s all wrong, this wasn‘t meant to happen to me…” He bites his lip hard, breathing heavily and Maya stares at him in silence.
This was it, this was the end. He looks at her strangely peaceful face and his lips quirk but he doesn’t speak. Maya begins to walk back to her apartment and he follows, ignoring people as they stop and ask them questions. Once on her floor Maya speaks, voice soft. “You lied to me about everything.” It’s not a question.
“No, no that’s not true.” He moves closer, breath at her neck and fingers curl into her hair. “The cure, that was true.” She hears a hesitation and he speaks again after a pause. “But I ran low of the supplies. There’s only a tiny amount now.”
She remains silent, eyes peering out of the kitchen window as her brows lower. All those years of holding back, the blood-cure acting as her barricade had just been lowered. He had just handed her his death. “Will you fight back?” She turns away from the soldiers spilling out onto the ground below and he moves away. “Why have you backed down? You have all that power -”
“It doesn’t matter, nothing matters anymore.” He slumps back against the wall, face solemn. Maya had hardly seen him like this, not without reason. Usually if it gained him something. He appears de-clawed but he was still an animal.
She trails her fingers over the surfaces, tracing and savouring the good moments, sweeping grains of sugar away. Gets a knife. Folds the tea towels and straightens the chairs. From there she exits and moves to her bedroom and he trails her steps. He stands on the other side of the bed as she takes her clothes out of the cupboards, speaking as she does. “They didn’t know we were here but you knew about them. Why didn’t you attack them…unless you did?” Her fingers trace over silk, his gift. Everything is.
“I was waiting for the right moment. All of them gathered in one place, Washington, with the new President. I waited and waited…to long.” His voice is monotone but his eyes accuse. Her fault again. He never broke her, not after all he had done. But she was twisted, that he had done. She stands at the edge of the bed and gazes at him with a calmness she doesn’t feel.
“Say goodbye Gabriel, you’re lucky I’m even giving you this.”
“You’re not -”
“Shut up! You’re finished Gabriel!” She glares at him and the order dies on his tongue.
He moves around the bed to stand before her, so dejected. “Come with me?” She almost laughs but his tone is so pathetic that she just frowns.
“I feel sorry for you sometimes. Because I think you could have been a good person, an amazing person. I wanted that man, I would have been happy with him.” She moves closer, looking into his eyes. “I did love you Gabriel, that can‘t ever be changed…” She moves closer and rises on her toes and the way he looks at her as their lips skim close sends a jolt right into the centre of her. But he never got that kiss, would give him nothing ever again. She draws back her head as she raises her hand and lifts a brow “But what makes you think you’re going anywhere?”
His eyes hold no confusion or shock, the only indication of unease is the way his body jerks against hers as the blood starts to gush hot and sticky over her hand. As she sinks with him to the floor her lusty peace is tainted with his acceptance. Her bloody hand slips from the knife and she begins to stand but he grabs for her hand.
“Don’t…don’t.” He can’t speak but she knows what he wants so she sits by his side and watches, keeping him company. He stares at her the whole time, like the way he did the very first time he had seen her. Captivated and bemused. His over bright eyes gradually dim and then spark out as the breath whistles between his lips and stops.
She remains on her knees staring at his face as the blood slowly seeps into the carpet and the leg of her pants so she pulls her eyes away and rises finally, changing out of them into a fresh pair, never looking at him. Her hands won’t stop shaking on the fly. Gathering her things she leaves him there and walks out slowly without a backwards glance, heading to his apartment and the hidden painting. She doesn’t want to cry, not for him but she can’t hold back. She hates him and wished for his death for years but she feels so drained and empty, can‘t understand why she doesn‘t feel victorious and free. He had been part of her life for so long and she was starting to come to terms with her strange existence, that she could make it happy.
She tells herself that any tears she cries is for what she had loved and lost, nothing more.
Maya stills before the painting and drags her arm across her eyes but she just can’t stop so she grips the cloth and pulls it down.
Her painted reflection is seen on a plane of glass and through it is a cell that houses an imprisoned Gabriel. Alive and looking at her with a salacious smirk.
The sheet in Maya’s hand floats to the floor and her footfalls echo along the walls as she runs back to the man she had just taken the life from.
Characters: Sylar/Maya
Rating: R
Word count: 1,899
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: She lets go of him
Note: Kept Woman fic. Well it's gonna suck for one of them :x
Parts: 1, 2
Leave.
The word spears through her but she still can’t quite believe he said it. She watches him as he squeezes his white glowing eyes closed and then opens them to show light brown irises. He then never takes his eyes off her.
“Wh - what do you mean? How?”
He sighs, looking depressed and flicks his hand in the air, to the paintings. “I can paint the future.” He begins to circle her as she stands surprised, looking at the painting more closely but they don’t tell her anymore then she had already gathered so Maya reaches for the covered painting. “No.” His hand quickly encircles her wrist and he steps in front of her.
The enforced indifference she had been practising so effectively ditches her, she can’t do it with all that hope hanging mistily in the air. “We can leave?” He doesn’t answer, just penetrates her with a hard look and Maya narrows her gaze. “Tell me Gabriel!”
He finally lets go of her and continues circling her, movements fidgety. “They’ve been circling for weeks…they thought we were dead, I made sure of that. But I got sloppy…and it’s all your fault.”
“What?! What did I do? And what the hell are you talking about?”
He stops and frowns at her, the first traces of anger flicking over his face. “You, you made me like this. Like I was in the shop with the timepieces…”
She growls low in her throat with frustration. “You’re not making any sense. The plane Gabriel! How is it possible?” She remembers the last time she had travelled over the country, to Virginia when Nadia was just a baby. She had seen a handful of people and most of them dieing. “They’re all dead, there was no one.”
“That was years ago Maya, people group together in a crises, so you wouldn’t have seen anyone from the car anyway.” His insight into her was extremely unnerving, always had been.
“But the virus…” But she already suspects, with all that proof flying in the skies.
He laughs, with little humour. “We are in a world populated by the special. They got the air purified within a few years.”
Maya keeps silent, letting his words sink in and take root. No virus, not for years. Years. He had lied to her, again. The breath bursts out from her lips like a sob and she backs away from him, her emotions a mix of acidic rage and then the next moment volcanic happiness. She races forward and slaps him across the face and keeps hitting until her hand stings and he flinches. The breath shudders out of her mouth as he lowers his head.
“You’re an evil, evil person…” She spits the words at him as she races past, heading for the door but he cuts her off, flattening his back against it.
“Where are you going?” He sounds panicked, voice breathy.
“I’m going to get Nadia.” And then finally deal with you, she thinks. He relaxes, nods and looks down at himself, plucking at his shirt.
“I’ll come with you. I need to shower and change…I don’t want her to see me like this. Wait.” He fixes her with a hard look and she curls her lips. Once he disappears into his room Maya turns and tries to open the door but it won’t budge. Growling she bangs her fist against it but remains where she is.
*
By now everyone can hear the din from above. A singular plane had turned into dozens with helicopters whooping around but none land yet.
People stand in clumps and look up at the sky with slack faces.
Gabriel and Maya walk towards the classroom that holds their daughter in silence. He had shaved and changed and he looks better, if very pale and thin. His eyes deviate from rolling around feverishly in their sockets, taking everything in or remain still and dead, tunnel vision. She couldn’t take it all in, the weight of his crime, his lies, not yet. They, who ever they were, knew they were here, they were coming.
Maya begins to walk upright and every time she hears the swoop of the aircrafts above she grins until it feels like it’s reaching her ears. He shudders.
The children are out of class, with their parents and Nadia meets them half way. In a non descript corridor with a shiny floor Nadia runs forward with a laugh and he bends down to pick her up and hold her tight. She cries on his shoulder and his arms flex around her.
“Dad…daddy? Why did you do that? Why wouldn’t you see me?” She looks up into his face, cheeks wet.
“I’m sorry, I really am. I just…couldn’t see anyone. I was s - sick.”
“You didn’t want me to catch it?” Her question sends a flinch over his face and he nods, unable to answer.
“I love you, I love you. You believe that right?” He kisses her forehead hard when she nods vigorously and the emotion sweeping over his face makes Maya turn away, her throat squeezing convulsively. “You wouldn’t leave me willingly…”
But the sound of his voice uttering that makes her turn back and sees his hot eyes looking at her from under his lowered brows, shiny and wet. She moves to them and brushes her hand down Nadia hair, kissing her head. “Baby, me and your dad need to talk…” He lowers her slowly as Nadia grumbles. “I need you to go outside and tell me when the planes land, ok baby?”
“Oh my god, they’re going to land!?” She smiles hugely and begins to run but then heads back to hug her father one last time “I love you to.” She rushes off.
His chest heaves as they remain standing, watching the empty place their daughter had occupied. “It‘s all wrong, this wasn‘t meant to happen to me…” He bites his lip hard, breathing heavily and Maya stares at him in silence.
This was it, this was the end. He looks at her strangely peaceful face and his lips quirk but he doesn’t speak. Maya begins to walk back to her apartment and he follows, ignoring people as they stop and ask them questions. Once on her floor Maya speaks, voice soft. “You lied to me about everything.” It’s not a question.
“No, no that’s not true.” He moves closer, breath at her neck and fingers curl into her hair. “The cure, that was true.” She hears a hesitation and he speaks again after a pause. “But I ran low of the supplies. There’s only a tiny amount now.”
She remains silent, eyes peering out of the kitchen window as her brows lower. All those years of holding back, the blood-cure acting as her barricade had just been lowered. He had just handed her his death. “Will you fight back?” She turns away from the soldiers spilling out onto the ground below and he moves away. “Why have you backed down? You have all that power -”
“It doesn’t matter, nothing matters anymore.” He slumps back against the wall, face solemn. Maya had hardly seen him like this, not without reason. Usually if it gained him something. He appears de-clawed but he was still an animal.
She trails her fingers over the surfaces, tracing and savouring the good moments, sweeping grains of sugar away. Gets a knife. Folds the tea towels and straightens the chairs. From there she exits and moves to her bedroom and he trails her steps. He stands on the other side of the bed as she takes her clothes out of the cupboards, speaking as she does. “They didn’t know we were here but you knew about them. Why didn’t you attack them…unless you did?” Her fingers trace over silk, his gift. Everything is.
“I was waiting for the right moment. All of them gathered in one place, Washington, with the new President. I waited and waited…to long.” His voice is monotone but his eyes accuse. Her fault again. He never broke her, not after all he had done. But she was twisted, that he had done. She stands at the edge of the bed and gazes at him with a calmness she doesn’t feel.
“Say goodbye Gabriel, you’re lucky I’m even giving you this.”
“You’re not -”
“Shut up! You’re finished Gabriel!” She glares at him and the order dies on his tongue.
He moves around the bed to stand before her, so dejected. “Come with me?” She almost laughs but his tone is so pathetic that she just frowns.
“I feel sorry for you sometimes. Because I think you could have been a good person, an amazing person. I wanted that man, I would have been happy with him.” She moves closer, looking into his eyes. “I did love you Gabriel, that can‘t ever be changed…” She moves closer and rises on her toes and the way he looks at her as their lips skim close sends a jolt right into the centre of her. But he never got that kiss, would give him nothing ever again. She draws back her head as she raises her hand and lifts a brow “But what makes you think you’re going anywhere?”
His eyes hold no confusion or shock, the only indication of unease is the way his body jerks against hers as the blood starts to gush hot and sticky over her hand. As she sinks with him to the floor her lusty peace is tainted with his acceptance. Her bloody hand slips from the knife and she begins to stand but he grabs for her hand.
“Don’t…don’t.” He can’t speak but she knows what he wants so she sits by his side and watches, keeping him company. He stares at her the whole time, like the way he did the very first time he had seen her. Captivated and bemused. His over bright eyes gradually dim and then spark out as the breath whistles between his lips and stops.
She remains on her knees staring at his face as the blood slowly seeps into the carpet and the leg of her pants so she pulls her eyes away and rises finally, changing out of them into a fresh pair, never looking at him. Her hands won’t stop shaking on the fly. Gathering her things she leaves him there and walks out slowly without a backwards glance, heading to his apartment and the hidden painting. She doesn’t want to cry, not for him but she can’t hold back. She hates him and wished for his death for years but she feels so drained and empty, can‘t understand why she doesn‘t feel victorious and free. He had been part of her life for so long and she was starting to come to terms with her strange existence, that she could make it happy.
She tells herself that any tears she cries is for what she had loved and lost, nothing more.
Maya stills before the painting and drags her arm across her eyes but she just can’t stop so she grips the cloth and pulls it down.
Her painted reflection is seen on a plane of glass and through it is a cell that houses an imprisoned Gabriel. Alive and looking at her with a salacious smirk.
The sheet in Maya’s hand floats to the floor and her footfalls echo along the walls as she runs back to the man she had just taken the life from.