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Title: Codominance
Author: Claire Starling
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers for Season 2 Finale.
Disclaimer: All belongs to a man named Tim.
Time: Takes place Post-Powerless.
Pairing: Sylaire
NOTE: Sequel to Turnabout. YOU MUST READ THAT FIRST.
Summary: Submission was hard for her to fake, she had been one of the sheep so long. But ever since she had shed her fleece and let the wolf emerge, she had trouble doing anything but sneering at her formal self.
Awards: Mod's Choice at Round One of sylaire_awards
Codominance
Codominance: the situation in which the phenotypes of both alleles are exhibited in the heterozygote. Also known as "incomplete dominance."
They had tried to stop her, locked her up and shut her in. Submission was hard for her to fake, she had been one of the sheep so long. But ever since she had shed her fleece and let the wolf emerge, she had trouble doing anything but sneering at her formal self. She grit her teeth and bared it, considering it a lesson in manipulation.
As she plowed her way through an awkward dinner with her family, she agreed to continue packing. Her father was dead set on them moving somewhere new, especially when he revealed that the Company had told him that Sylar was still alive. Although he was supposedly powerless, he had still escaped and killed one of the agents. Knowing that Claire’s power would be one of Sylar’s first targets, he didn’t even bother telling them where they were going.
He asked her if she wanted to say goodbye to West, clearly expecting a fight. She didn't bother looking away from her food.
"Why?" she asked. "He's better off really. And so am I."
Dinner was finished in silence.
As she waited for her family to go to sleep, she couldn't help but think about how she used to despise her biological grandmother. Suddenly, she began to understand exactly why she was the way she was. It was survival of the fittest, protect your own pack. Her father had thought he was the lion, but this cub was fully grown and more than ready to take care of her family. She had eliminated the first in a line of potential threats.
Now it was time to up the stakes.
Mohinder had been involved with her capture. They had tied her down and taken what she was willing to give freely. His morals were becoming skewed, it was time she straightened them out.
Snagging the firearm, Claire left her home in Costa Verde. A quick hacking of her father's computer had disclosed that Mohinder was living in a loft in New York City. Getting on a plane with a gun wasn't going to be possible, but getting into the cargo section? That was a different story.
...
She was expecting a lot of things when she got to New York, but she didn't expect to see Sylar steal her blood before escaping from Elle's rather pathetic attempt of a search.
Following Sylar was easy, he was too preoccupied with injecting himself to notice her. It was hilarious to see the man who had once been so powerful shaking like a heroine addict as he picked up a syringe and a vial of her blood.
The click of her gun cocking was enough to bring his eyes to her.
"Well, well, well if it isn't our indestructible cheerleader? You lost little girl?" Sylar crooned, eyeing the gun in her hand.
"Last I checked, I'm not the one who has lost anything. If the word on the grapevine is true, you are the one who is missing his powers," Claire replied, not intimidated in the least by his glare.
"Not for much longer," he replied, moving to stick himself with the needle.
A bullet ricocheted off the wall next to his head.
Sylar's eyes met hers, surprised. Last time he had seen her, she was a shaking mess before him, a lamb to the slaughter. Now she was the big bad wolf, and Sylar didn't fancy getting painted red.
"Hand over the blood," Claire said calmly.
"Or what, Claire-bear? You going to wave your pom-poms at me?" he taunted.
"Or else you're going to find out what it feels like to have your brain removed from your skull," she replied. Her head tipped to the side as she smirked at him, his own expression mocking him. "Poetic justice, wouldn't you say?"
Sylar eyed Claire from head to toe. He couldn't help but wonder if this is what Chandra Suresh had seen in him when Gabriel Gray had changed into something more, into Sylar. Claire hadn't finished her transition yet, but he could tell that whatever was lurking beneath her flesh was going to be commanding.
The Claire he had met in Texas was weak. She was a means to an end, another dead body, a husk housing his power.
This Claire... this Claire was formidable, an opponent. If she was a male, he would be more concerned. After all, there can only be one alpha. Once he got his powers back, he was going to take care of the only threat to his throne.
But Claire... Claire was passionate, strong, eternal. She was a potential mate. And damn him, she was everything he had ever wanted in high school but could never have.
His transformation from Gabriel to Sylar had been painful and harsh. He could ease her pain and mold her in his image.
But first he had to get her to stop pointing the gun at him.
Slowly, he placed the blood onto the ground and slid it towards her. Her gun hand didn't relax as she stalked over to the vial and smashed it with the heal of her boot. He winced, part of him crying out.
"Thank you," she said quietly.
"I'm guessing you weren't a willing donor," Sylar said.
She shook her head. "I guess the Company has never heard of the saying 'ask and you shall receive'."
There was a silence as the two looked at each other. The air between them was thick as Claire slowly closed to distance between them, her finger still on the trigger as she kissed his temple with her gun.
There was something about him... something that made the change that was born inside her grow.
"I could kill you."
"Yes."
"Powerful feeling, isn't it?"
"Intoxicating."
He grabbed hold of her legs and yanked her down. The gun fired and a bullet tore a path along the side of his skull but his intent did not waver. She fell to her knees in front of him, gun pressed to his heart.
"Fix me, Claire. Please," he said softly. "Heal me."
Claire studied his eyes, coming to the conclusion that although the emotion there was genuine, him being submissive in any way was hurting him.
"If I do this, you belong to me," she replied, her gaze steady.
"Yes," his hissed, eyes blazing.
"If I do this, you could kill me," she continued, taking the syringe from the box and carefully removing the blood from her arm.
"Yes," he repeated, nearly drooling at the sight of her blood.
"If I do this, I belong to you," she finished, stabbing the needle into his vein.
Her old self screamed, the cheerleader bursting into flames as she realized what she had just done. But the phoenix that rose just laughed, enjoying the sadistic connotation this all had.
Sylar yanked her into his arms, pulling at her hair and sealing his lips over her. She fought against him, her own hands threading into his hair, nails scratching at the wound she had caused and was frantically trying to heal itself. It was a struggle for dominance; every step he took to force her to submit was another she used to assert her authority.
Finally, they tore away from each other. Mouths bloodied and panting. Both of them dared not look away, eyes black with lust.
"Help me destroy the Company," Claire demanded.
Sylar tipped his head and smirked. His hand shot out and he telekinetically pulled a lone can into his hand.
Holding the trash like a trophy, Sylar smiled at his partner.
"Only if you say please."
.end.
Author: Claire Starling
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers for Season 2 Finale.
Disclaimer: All belongs to a man named Tim.
Time: Takes place Post-Powerless.
Pairing: Sylaire
NOTE: Sequel to Turnabout. YOU MUST READ THAT FIRST.
Summary: Submission was hard for her to fake, she had been one of the sheep so long. But ever since she had shed her fleece and let the wolf emerge, she had trouble doing anything but sneering at her formal self.
Awards: Mod's Choice at Round One of sylaire_awards
Codominance
Codominance: the situation in which the phenotypes of both alleles are exhibited in the heterozygote. Also known as "incomplete dominance."
They had tried to stop her, locked her up and shut her in. Submission was hard for her to fake, she had been one of the sheep so long. But ever since she had shed her fleece and let the wolf emerge, she had trouble doing anything but sneering at her formal self. She grit her teeth and bared it, considering it a lesson in manipulation.
As she plowed her way through an awkward dinner with her family, she agreed to continue packing. Her father was dead set on them moving somewhere new, especially when he revealed that the Company had told him that Sylar was still alive. Although he was supposedly powerless, he had still escaped and killed one of the agents. Knowing that Claire’s power would be one of Sylar’s first targets, he didn’t even bother telling them where they were going.
He asked her if she wanted to say goodbye to West, clearly expecting a fight. She didn't bother looking away from her food.
"Why?" she asked. "He's better off really. And so am I."
Dinner was finished in silence.
As she waited for her family to go to sleep, she couldn't help but think about how she used to despise her biological grandmother. Suddenly, she began to understand exactly why she was the way she was. It was survival of the fittest, protect your own pack. Her father had thought he was the lion, but this cub was fully grown and more than ready to take care of her family. She had eliminated the first in a line of potential threats.
Now it was time to up the stakes.
Mohinder had been involved with her capture. They had tied her down and taken what she was willing to give freely. His morals were becoming skewed, it was time she straightened them out.
Snagging the firearm, Claire left her home in Costa Verde. A quick hacking of her father's computer had disclosed that Mohinder was living in a loft in New York City. Getting on a plane with a gun wasn't going to be possible, but getting into the cargo section? That was a different story.
...
She was expecting a lot of things when she got to New York, but she didn't expect to see Sylar steal her blood before escaping from Elle's rather pathetic attempt of a search.
Following Sylar was easy, he was too preoccupied with injecting himself to notice her. It was hilarious to see the man who had once been so powerful shaking like a heroine addict as he picked up a syringe and a vial of her blood.
The click of her gun cocking was enough to bring his eyes to her.
"Well, well, well if it isn't our indestructible cheerleader? You lost little girl?" Sylar crooned, eyeing the gun in her hand.
"Last I checked, I'm not the one who has lost anything. If the word on the grapevine is true, you are the one who is missing his powers," Claire replied, not intimidated in the least by his glare.
"Not for much longer," he replied, moving to stick himself with the needle.
A bullet ricocheted off the wall next to his head.
Sylar's eyes met hers, surprised. Last time he had seen her, she was a shaking mess before him, a lamb to the slaughter. Now she was the big bad wolf, and Sylar didn't fancy getting painted red.
"Hand over the blood," Claire said calmly.
"Or what, Claire-bear? You going to wave your pom-poms at me?" he taunted.
"Or else you're going to find out what it feels like to have your brain removed from your skull," she replied. Her head tipped to the side as she smirked at him, his own expression mocking him. "Poetic justice, wouldn't you say?"
Sylar eyed Claire from head to toe. He couldn't help but wonder if this is what Chandra Suresh had seen in him when Gabriel Gray had changed into something more, into Sylar. Claire hadn't finished her transition yet, but he could tell that whatever was lurking beneath her flesh was going to be commanding.
The Claire he had met in Texas was weak. She was a means to an end, another dead body, a husk housing his power.
This Claire... this Claire was formidable, an opponent. If she was a male, he would be more concerned. After all, there can only be one alpha. Once he got his powers back, he was going to take care of the only threat to his throne.
But Claire... Claire was passionate, strong, eternal. She was a potential mate. And damn him, she was everything he had ever wanted in high school but could never have.
His transformation from Gabriel to Sylar had been painful and harsh. He could ease her pain and mold her in his image.
But first he had to get her to stop pointing the gun at him.
Slowly, he placed the blood onto the ground and slid it towards her. Her gun hand didn't relax as she stalked over to the vial and smashed it with the heal of her boot. He winced, part of him crying out.
"Thank you," she said quietly.
"I'm guessing you weren't a willing donor," Sylar said.
She shook her head. "I guess the Company has never heard of the saying 'ask and you shall receive'."
There was a silence as the two looked at each other. The air between them was thick as Claire slowly closed to distance between them, her finger still on the trigger as she kissed his temple with her gun.
There was something about him... something that made the change that was born inside her grow.
"I could kill you."
"Yes."
"Powerful feeling, isn't it?"
"Intoxicating."
He grabbed hold of her legs and yanked her down. The gun fired and a bullet tore a path along the side of his skull but his intent did not waver. She fell to her knees in front of him, gun pressed to his heart.
"Fix me, Claire. Please," he said softly. "Heal me."
Claire studied his eyes, coming to the conclusion that although the emotion there was genuine, him being submissive in any way was hurting him.
"If I do this, you belong to me," she replied, her gaze steady.
"Yes," his hissed, eyes blazing.
"If I do this, you could kill me," she continued, taking the syringe from the box and carefully removing the blood from her arm.
"Yes," he repeated, nearly drooling at the sight of her blood.
"If I do this, I belong to you," she finished, stabbing the needle into his vein.
Her old self screamed, the cheerleader bursting into flames as she realized what she had just done. But the phoenix that rose just laughed, enjoying the sadistic connotation this all had.
Sylar yanked her into his arms, pulling at her hair and sealing his lips over her. She fought against him, her own hands threading into his hair, nails scratching at the wound she had caused and was frantically trying to heal itself. It was a struggle for dominance; every step he took to force her to submit was another she used to assert her authority.
Finally, they tore away from each other. Mouths bloodied and panting. Both of them dared not look away, eyes black with lust.
"Help me destroy the Company," Claire demanded.
Sylar tipped his head and smirked. His hand shot out and he telekinetically pulled a lone can into his hand.
Holding the trash like a trophy, Sylar smiled at his partner.
"Only if you say please."
.end.