Fears
Title: Fears
Characters: Maya/Sylar
Rating: R
Word count: 1,690
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: He shows her the place he died.
Note: KW Verse oneshot. Takes place before "Dreams"
The Base had a strange ambiance to it. The facade was harmless, misleading even with the Primatech Paper logo still screwed to the walls. The people living within the walls lead quiet, work orientated lives. They threw themselves into it with gusto, thankful that they still had the chance to do what really whittled down to menial chores. But overshadowing everything was this atmosphere of intimidation, an instability that could never be pined down. Others brushed it off to the apocalypse that still loomed constantly behind them. But Maya knew better.
Mundane 70’s wood décor stretched either side of her as she walks the narrow corridor, greeting anyone passing with a polite smile. They always returned it but with shifty nervous eyes and tight lips. She didn’t blame them, they probably couldn’t even explain why if she asked. She was his even if simultaneously she wasn’t and that undecided nature of their relationship made it even worse. Couldn’t approach something that was off limits to him, that would be unthinkable because what would happen if she returned that strangers interest? To ominous to consider.
Maya flexes her fingers, stiff from working and was about to turn the corner when Sylar appeared. She quickly moved out of sight, not in the mood to interact, so instead watches him turn down a short corridor where she hears an elevator grinding to a halt. She frowns and listens harder. When she hears him enter and then the elevator descend she walks out from her doorway and waits and hopes he’s gone as she calls it up again.
*
The Vault is smaller then she expected and after the huge metal door that sits heavy and impressive on its buckled hinges the contents of the room was disappointing. Placed along the walls are lockers, they remind her of safety deposit boxes. Her fingers rim the keyholes as she stares and ponders.
The blood, he had to keep it somewhere and this place was likely. But maybe that’s what he wants her to think…
She runs her fingers down one of the only boxes in the room that’s open when she feels him behind her, her senses primed to his presence like a spiders.
“Do you know what used to be in that box?” His voice is dull as she turns but he doesn’t appear angry. Maya shrugs, casting her eyes away after a glance. He moves closer and takes her hand, running his fingers down hers and grips her wrist with the other as she tries to pull away. “The virus was in there.”
Maya’s eyes widen and she takes a step back from it, towards him. She drags her eyes away from Sylar and looks down again. “Why would they keep something as deadly as that here?”
“Oh, they kept all sorts of things here…” She turns back and inspects him more closely. His face is pale behind the stubble, nothing different there. But there is a pinched like quality to the corners of his mouth and a muscle jumps under his eye.
“You’re uneasy here.” He doesn’t answer, face blank as he pulls her from the vault. Maya presses her fingernails into his skin and he lets her go with a hiss, his eyes glowing and mouth curving. She sighs and stands awkwardly, to long in his company. He looks at her with consideration for a moment and then begins walking.
“I’ll show you why…” He turns in a different direction and she stops, looking to the elevator and then back. He stands at the bottom of a short flight of steps and, taking a visible breath, opens a plain white door. Frowning, she follows him in.
The room is split into two. They stand in an observation area and before it is a deep set cell, glass running the width of it. Maya walks forward as he stays back. Below is a concrete block stationed in the centre of the room and a sink and toilet behind it.
“That was my bed. I died on that…” His voice holds some strange hint of humour, a disbelief almost. She sees him reflected in the glass, his eyes over bright and cheeks red. She turns to him.
“Go in there. I want to see you in there.” He remains still, eyes devouring her before he moves towards the door stiffly, never taking his gaze off her. Maya pushes herself closer to the glass, hands pressed flat as he moves to a stop on the other side, looking up at her.
“Satisfied?” His breathing rate is quicker, his gaze hard.
“How long were you kept in there?” Her voice is low and soft but her eyes spark. He looks behind him, at the bed and then back.
“Two weeks.”
“Did you suffer?” Her breath fogs up the glass as her finger runs over the skin of her chest, flicking over the crucifix.
His features still, solemn. “Yes.” His voice shakes slightly and he swallows. Maya breathes in deeply and nods, a small smile playing over her lips. He scowls, eyes flickering. “You’re pleased, of course you are… Aren’t you getting tired of this Maya?”
She doesn’t answer him, just shakes her head in wonder at his foolishness. She looks around the cell, the glass partition, as she steps back and sits on a chair by the wall. He stays standing, watching her.
“You’d like me to stay in here, wouldn’t you?” He finally moves back, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Things would have been very different if I hadn’t got out of here…No Nadia.” Maya opens her mouth but then closes it, her face troubled. He straightens, eyes narrowing. “What is it?”
“Do you…” She trials off, biting her lip. But seeing that he was about to rise she forces herself to speak. “I fear for her, I’m scared of what she will be.” She grips her knees, her skin prickling with unease. “You have no idea what’s it’s like. All those years ago I thought it would be me and my baby and what was left of the Company. I had fears though.” She nods, her mouth quirking and he never takes his eyes of her. “I thought what will I give birth to? What did we make? What would happen if she cried or if I did? I had those thoughts before she was born. But now,” her eyes snap to him, flinty that masks a deep anxiety, “now I fear that she’ll become like you. Not even you would want that.”
His face stills but his jaw clenches. Then after a minute he snorts, shaking his head but she had seen it in his eyes, the fear. He cocks his head “I think she has the best from both of us.”
“Yeah and your best is something very different to a sane person Gabriel. You know what she told me this morning? She asked if you would still love her if she didn‘t get a power.” Maya shakes her head sadly.
His eyes flicker and then look down as Maya rises from the chair with a stone face. He finally walks out of his old cell and stops before her, features solemn and body slightly hunched. “I’ll talk to her. She’s just excited, that’s all.”
“She’s almost four, she shouldn’t be worrying about things like that. She shouldn’t question that you love her… Already I can see what I feared. I’m scared that it’s going to her head.” She taps her temple and lets her arm fall, tears pricking her eyes.
He reaches for her arm, bringing her close. “She won’t be ok? I know she’s…loud and bossy but she’s just a kid.” He cups her cheek, thumb brushing before she slips back “She’ll be good - not normal but not like…that, not like…” He trails off, face red with the effort to speak and presses the pads of his fingers to his chest instead.
And that would probably be the only time he would admit to what he was, how wrong he was. Maya feels a flush, a tingle within her belly. He wasn’t clueless, wasn’t completely opaque to it, himself. She drills her eyes into his head “I pray that you really believe that. I want something in you that cares for her, really cares, not just because she dotes on you so much.”
He regards her with confused eyes, his mouth down turned and his head tilted to the side. It was a look she found adorable years ago but now it just makes her sad and frustrated because it was like trying to communicate with a child. Maybe that’s why he and Nadia get on so well.
He shakes his head lightly and moves to touch her arm. “I know what you think of me, you don’t have to keep saying it ok? I’ve been given a chance to start over, properly this time. I have you, like it should have been, like I wanted it to be.” His hand moves down to her waist where his thumb pushes into the grove there, wanting to pull her closer. Maya stands rigid, eyes never off him. “I chased you for months, ignoring my need. Of course I care about her, she’s mine and that’s amazing.” A smile blooms over his face and the hand on her waist moves against her back, caught in the tendrils of her overlong hair.
Maya’s mind battles with itself. There was many reasons why she tried to stay away from him but this deduction she had to do whenever in his presence was especially confusing and draining. She would never be sure his true intentions and never forgets the betrayals that she had suffered at his hands for falling for his act. She presses her hand against his for a moment. “I hope you believe the words coming out of your mouth more then I do.”
The hands ringing her waist tighten and then grow lax and she slips out of his grip. Without a backwards glance he follows her out, closing the door behind him.
Characters: Maya/Sylar
Rating: R
Word count: 1,690
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: He shows her the place he died.
Note: KW Verse oneshot. Takes place before "Dreams"
The Base had a strange ambiance to it. The facade was harmless, misleading even with the Primatech Paper logo still screwed to the walls. The people living within the walls lead quiet, work orientated lives. They threw themselves into it with gusto, thankful that they still had the chance to do what really whittled down to menial chores. But overshadowing everything was this atmosphere of intimidation, an instability that could never be pined down. Others brushed it off to the apocalypse that still loomed constantly behind them. But Maya knew better.
Mundane 70’s wood décor stretched either side of her as she walks the narrow corridor, greeting anyone passing with a polite smile. They always returned it but with shifty nervous eyes and tight lips. She didn’t blame them, they probably couldn’t even explain why if she asked. She was his even if simultaneously she wasn’t and that undecided nature of their relationship made it even worse. Couldn’t approach something that was off limits to him, that would be unthinkable because what would happen if she returned that strangers interest? To ominous to consider.
Maya flexes her fingers, stiff from working and was about to turn the corner when Sylar appeared. She quickly moved out of sight, not in the mood to interact, so instead watches him turn down a short corridor where she hears an elevator grinding to a halt. She frowns and listens harder. When she hears him enter and then the elevator descend she walks out from her doorway and waits and hopes he’s gone as she calls it up again.
*
The Vault is smaller then she expected and after the huge metal door that sits heavy and impressive on its buckled hinges the contents of the room was disappointing. Placed along the walls are lockers, they remind her of safety deposit boxes. Her fingers rim the keyholes as she stares and ponders.
The blood, he had to keep it somewhere and this place was likely. But maybe that’s what he wants her to think…
She runs her fingers down one of the only boxes in the room that’s open when she feels him behind her, her senses primed to his presence like a spiders.
“Do you know what used to be in that box?” His voice is dull as she turns but he doesn’t appear angry. Maya shrugs, casting her eyes away after a glance. He moves closer and takes her hand, running his fingers down hers and grips her wrist with the other as she tries to pull away. “The virus was in there.”
Maya’s eyes widen and she takes a step back from it, towards him. She drags her eyes away from Sylar and looks down again. “Why would they keep something as deadly as that here?”
“Oh, they kept all sorts of things here…” She turns back and inspects him more closely. His face is pale behind the stubble, nothing different there. But there is a pinched like quality to the corners of his mouth and a muscle jumps under his eye.
“You’re uneasy here.” He doesn’t answer, face blank as he pulls her from the vault. Maya presses her fingernails into his skin and he lets her go with a hiss, his eyes glowing and mouth curving. She sighs and stands awkwardly, to long in his company. He looks at her with consideration for a moment and then begins walking.
“I’ll show you why…” He turns in a different direction and she stops, looking to the elevator and then back. He stands at the bottom of a short flight of steps and, taking a visible breath, opens a plain white door. Frowning, she follows him in.
The room is split into two. They stand in an observation area and before it is a deep set cell, glass running the width of it. Maya walks forward as he stays back. Below is a concrete block stationed in the centre of the room and a sink and toilet behind it.
“That was my bed. I died on that…” His voice holds some strange hint of humour, a disbelief almost. She sees him reflected in the glass, his eyes over bright and cheeks red. She turns to him.
“Go in there. I want to see you in there.” He remains still, eyes devouring her before he moves towards the door stiffly, never taking his gaze off her. Maya pushes herself closer to the glass, hands pressed flat as he moves to a stop on the other side, looking up at her.
“Satisfied?” His breathing rate is quicker, his gaze hard.
“How long were you kept in there?” Her voice is low and soft but her eyes spark. He looks behind him, at the bed and then back.
“Two weeks.”
“Did you suffer?” Her breath fogs up the glass as her finger runs over the skin of her chest, flicking over the crucifix.
His features still, solemn. “Yes.” His voice shakes slightly and he swallows. Maya breathes in deeply and nods, a small smile playing over her lips. He scowls, eyes flickering. “You’re pleased, of course you are… Aren’t you getting tired of this Maya?”
She doesn’t answer him, just shakes her head in wonder at his foolishness. She looks around the cell, the glass partition, as she steps back and sits on a chair by the wall. He stays standing, watching her.
“You’d like me to stay in here, wouldn’t you?” He finally moves back, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Things would have been very different if I hadn’t got out of here…No Nadia.” Maya opens her mouth but then closes it, her face troubled. He straightens, eyes narrowing. “What is it?”
“Do you…” She trials off, biting her lip. But seeing that he was about to rise she forces herself to speak. “I fear for her, I’m scared of what she will be.” She grips her knees, her skin prickling with unease. “You have no idea what’s it’s like. All those years ago I thought it would be me and my baby and what was left of the Company. I had fears though.” She nods, her mouth quirking and he never takes his eyes of her. “I thought what will I give birth to? What did we make? What would happen if she cried or if I did? I had those thoughts before she was born. But now,” her eyes snap to him, flinty that masks a deep anxiety, “now I fear that she’ll become like you. Not even you would want that.”
His face stills but his jaw clenches. Then after a minute he snorts, shaking his head but she had seen it in his eyes, the fear. He cocks his head “I think she has the best from both of us.”
“Yeah and your best is something very different to a sane person Gabriel. You know what she told me this morning? She asked if you would still love her if she didn‘t get a power.” Maya shakes her head sadly.
His eyes flicker and then look down as Maya rises from the chair with a stone face. He finally walks out of his old cell and stops before her, features solemn and body slightly hunched. “I’ll talk to her. She’s just excited, that’s all.”
“She’s almost four, she shouldn’t be worrying about things like that. She shouldn’t question that you love her… Already I can see what I feared. I’m scared that it’s going to her head.” She taps her temple and lets her arm fall, tears pricking her eyes.
He reaches for her arm, bringing her close. “She won’t be ok? I know she’s…loud and bossy but she’s just a kid.” He cups her cheek, thumb brushing before she slips back “She’ll be good - not normal but not like…that, not like…” He trails off, face red with the effort to speak and presses the pads of his fingers to his chest instead.
And that would probably be the only time he would admit to what he was, how wrong he was. Maya feels a flush, a tingle within her belly. He wasn’t clueless, wasn’t completely opaque to it, himself. She drills her eyes into his head “I pray that you really believe that. I want something in you that cares for her, really cares, not just because she dotes on you so much.”
He regards her with confused eyes, his mouth down turned and his head tilted to the side. It was a look she found adorable years ago but now it just makes her sad and frustrated because it was like trying to communicate with a child. Maybe that’s why he and Nadia get on so well.
He shakes his head lightly and moves to touch her arm. “I know what you think of me, you don’t have to keep saying it ok? I’ve been given a chance to start over, properly this time. I have you, like it should have been, like I wanted it to be.” His hand moves down to her waist where his thumb pushes into the grove there, wanting to pull her closer. Maya stands rigid, eyes never off him. “I chased you for months, ignoring my need. Of course I care about her, she’s mine and that’s amazing.” A smile blooms over his face and the hand on her waist moves against her back, caught in the tendrils of her overlong hair.
Maya’s mind battles with itself. There was many reasons why she tried to stay away from him but this deduction she had to do whenever in his presence was especially confusing and draining. She would never be sure his true intentions and never forgets the betrayals that she had suffered at his hands for falling for his act. She presses her hand against his for a moment. “I hope you believe the words coming out of your mouth more then I do.”
The hands ringing her waist tighten and then grow lax and she slips out of his grip. Without a backwards glance he follows her out, closing the door behind him.