sunday_reveries prompts for 8/2-8/8 [quote prompt #5]
5. "All the world will be your enemy, Prince With A Thousand Enemies, if they catch you, they will kill you... But first they must catch you." - Richard Adams
Even if Sylar swore he didn’t mean it the way it came out, he had been right in what he said. He didn’t have a low profile, he never had but he had also never got caught before either. It was always her; she was the one who was getting caught because her dads wanted her back. She knew they would hate the idea of her being with him. They would never understand why she had gone with him even if it hadn’t been her choice at first but that didn’t matter. It was her choice now and he was the reason she stayed.
But how much danger had she put them in? It was always there, always snapping at their heels but was she the reason they were always cutting it a little too close? Was she the reason they didn’t have their abilities now?
"I've never gotten us caught before. That was always you. Daddy looking for you. You’re making me like this because I had to save your ass."
Even if he hadn’t meant it that way and she didn’t want to believe it, his words managed to strike a little deeper than either one of them had anticipated.
But that was because even now she was holding them back. Despite him doing his best to clean the wound she had gained during their last fight, there was something wrong. She was sleeping more; more than when she had her ability and even more than when she didn’t at first. She had gone from needing no sleep to needing a few more hours but now she was sleeping on the time. And god, the pain.
For something she had longed for over the last few years, she wanted it to leave her alone now. The wound in her side was angry and red, definitely not a good sign. She didn’t need to see it to know that because she could see it in Sylar’s face whenever he changed the dressings.
“You need to go the hospital, Claire.” He had told her that morning but she wouldn’t have any of it.
If she went to the hospital, she knew she would disappear. No doubt the people after them were watching the hospitals and the clinics; they were looking for anything that would give them a sign as to where the two fugitives were. They couldn’t risk it but she knew he was worried because he had argued with her about it till she looked like she was going to pass out just from the exertion. Strange that arguing would leave her so tired.
When she came to again, it was night and she knew Sylar was there. He didn’t share the bed anymore because he was worried about moving and causing her pain. So instead she found him sitting in a chair beside the bed and her heart ached for him because it certainly didn’t look comfortable. He had slouched down as far as he could go, to the point where his backside was nearly right off the edge of his seat and his legs were stretched out in front of him. Breathing hurt as she pulled in a little sigh and released it, her eyes fluttering close for a moment as she tried to move but the pain that gripped her side stopped her with a whimper.
“Don’t move.”
The simple command made her freeze as she opened her eyes to look at him again. He was awake now, a frown marring his features as he moved forward to study her. For a moment there was a dark sort of resignation in his eyes but he quickly masked it as though to hide it from her but it was too late. She could tell it wasn’t good.
In that moment, she knew what needed to happen. He needed to leave and not bring her along. He couldn’t stay in the hotel room with her, waiting for her to either get better or for the possibility where she wouldn’t. For every minute that he stayed with her, she was sure the agents were getting closer and he was in danger. He was still strong but she wouldn’t say out loud that she wasn’t sure it was enough.
The sudden pain in the center of her chest hurt worse than the pain in her side. She had to turn her head away from him to hide the sudden onslaught of emotion as her throat closed with the idea of actually sending him away. It hurt more than she had expected it to but she knew it would be worse if he was captured because of her.
So she slowly turned her head to look back at his hovering form as she swallowed down the bile that was threatening to rise up. She saw the slight widening in his eyes before his features schooled themselves into a perfect mask and she knew he had an idea of what was coming. She only hoped he would understand instead of seeing it as her not wanting him anymore.
She didn’t know if he would ever understand how much it killed her to say what she had to say but it needed to be done. She was holding him back and she didn’t want him to get caught.
“You need to go and this time I’m not coming with you.”
[
heroslayer used with tons of love and permission]
Even if Sylar swore he didn’t mean it the way it came out, he had been right in what he said. He didn’t have a low profile, he never had but he had also never got caught before either. It was always her; she was the one who was getting caught because her dads wanted her back. She knew they would hate the idea of her being with him. They would never understand why she had gone with him even if it hadn’t been her choice at first but that didn’t matter. It was her choice now and he was the reason she stayed.
But how much danger had she put them in? It was always there, always snapping at their heels but was she the reason they were always cutting it a little too close? Was she the reason they didn’t have their abilities now?
"I've never gotten us caught before. That was always you. Daddy looking for you. You’re making me like this because I had to save your ass."
Even if he hadn’t meant it that way and she didn’t want to believe it, his words managed to strike a little deeper than either one of them had anticipated.
But that was because even now she was holding them back. Despite him doing his best to clean the wound she had gained during their last fight, there was something wrong. She was sleeping more; more than when she had her ability and even more than when she didn’t at first. She had gone from needing no sleep to needing a few more hours but now she was sleeping on the time. And god, the pain.
For something she had longed for over the last few years, she wanted it to leave her alone now. The wound in her side was angry and red, definitely not a good sign. She didn’t need to see it to know that because she could see it in Sylar’s face whenever he changed the dressings.
“You need to go the hospital, Claire.” He had told her that morning but she wouldn’t have any of it.
If she went to the hospital, she knew she would disappear. No doubt the people after them were watching the hospitals and the clinics; they were looking for anything that would give them a sign as to where the two fugitives were. They couldn’t risk it but she knew he was worried because he had argued with her about it till she looked like she was going to pass out just from the exertion. Strange that arguing would leave her so tired.
When she came to again, it was night and she knew Sylar was there. He didn’t share the bed anymore because he was worried about moving and causing her pain. So instead she found him sitting in a chair beside the bed and her heart ached for him because it certainly didn’t look comfortable. He had slouched down as far as he could go, to the point where his backside was nearly right off the edge of his seat and his legs were stretched out in front of him. Breathing hurt as she pulled in a little sigh and released it, her eyes fluttering close for a moment as she tried to move but the pain that gripped her side stopped her with a whimper.
“Don’t move.”
The simple command made her freeze as she opened her eyes to look at him again. He was awake now, a frown marring his features as he moved forward to study her. For a moment there was a dark sort of resignation in his eyes but he quickly masked it as though to hide it from her but it was too late. She could tell it wasn’t good.
In that moment, she knew what needed to happen. He needed to leave and not bring her along. He couldn’t stay in the hotel room with her, waiting for her to either get better or for the possibility where she wouldn’t. For every minute that he stayed with her, she was sure the agents were getting closer and he was in danger. He was still strong but she wouldn’t say out loud that she wasn’t sure it was enough.
The sudden pain in the center of her chest hurt worse than the pain in her side. She had to turn her head away from him to hide the sudden onslaught of emotion as her throat closed with the idea of actually sending him away. It hurt more than she had expected it to but she knew it would be worse if he was captured because of her.
So she slowly turned her head to look back at his hovering form as she swallowed down the bile that was threatening to rise up. She saw the slight widening in his eyes before his features schooled themselves into a perfect mask and she knew he had an idea of what was coming. She only hoped he would understand instead of seeing it as her not wanting him anymore.
She didn’t know if he would ever understand how much it killed her to say what she had to say but it needed to be done. She was holding him back and she didn’t want him to get caught.
“You need to go and this time I’m not coming with you.”
[
heroslayer used with tons of love and permission]