Ficlet: Are we there yet?
Title: Are we there yet?
Author: kathrynthegr8
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: None; Sylar, Claire, Noah
Rating: G
Word Count: About 900
Warnings: Spoilers through 3x05
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes or anything associated with Heroes.
A/N: This is the missing car scene from "Demons and Angels". Beware of the crack and obnoxious!Sylar.
I owe eeyore9990 a kid or something by now...
Maybe he was being obnoxious, but the situation more than called for it. It was so awkward, it was almost painful.
“I call shot gun.” Sylar couldn’t resist. The palpable silence and unease between father and daughter was too tempting.
“What? No!” Claire actually looked at him and twisted her mouth into a little pout. It was good to know where he stood with her. She didn’t want him dead, but she could care less if his legs cramped from having to sit in the back.
“Get in the car, both of you.” Noah sounded tired, the poor, put-upon parent. They watched as he got in and turned the ignition, neither moving towards the car until Noah honked the horn with impatience. Claire stepped back and crossed her arms. Sylar sighed and climbed in the back.
“As you wish, princess.”
“What did you say to me?” She was peering over the front seat at him; a curtain of hair fell across her shoulder when she leaned forward. He wanted to play with those golden locks, wrap them around his fingers and pull.
Sylar shook his head and smiled. Claire rolled her eyes before turning around and slamming the door. Neither bothered to put on their seat belts. Noah jerked the car into drive, and Sylar mused that they were a bullet in the night, causing pain to any target they touched.
They rode in silence for awhile, the only sounds the purr of the engine and the tires on the asphalt. The headlights of oncoming traffic washed across the car and threw their shadows across the interior and windows. Sylar watched Noah through the rearview mirror. How did his partner feel about his own daughter defending a murderer? Obviously he’d forgotten about Sylar’s hearing when he'd told Vortex Guy to kill him, or maybe he didn’t know about the power Sylar stole from Dale months ago. Either way, Sylar knew the danger Noah posed and he wanted to press his advantage.
And why had Claire pleaded for his life? If anything, he expected her to jump at the chance to be rid of him. Maybe she really was all goodness and light, but he doubted it. It was his experience that everyone had darkness in their souls, usually lurking just below the surface. He didn’t think Claire was any different.
“Your mom must be worried sick,” Noah sighed when they rolled to a stop sign. He looked over at his daughter, a sad expression on his face.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Claire continued to look straight ahead.
Noah’s hands gripped the steering wheel tighter. “We’ll talk when we get home.” He adjusted his glasses and merged onto the highway. Sylar closed his eyes and listened to Claire’s heartbeat. He heard a quiet rumble and chuckled softly to himself.
“Can we stop and eat? I don’t know about you guys, but narrowly escaping black holes leaves me famished.” He leaned forward so that he was between father and daughter, a slight smile on his face.
“Shut up, Gabriel.” Noah glanced at him quickly then returned his attention to the road.
“Aw come on, you know the food sucks on Level Five.” He looked at Claire. “Aren’t you hungry, sweetheart?”
Claire’s face flushed pink as she turned her face to the window and ignored him. Sylar knew she was listening and decided to go further. Time the immortal cheerleader heard the truth about daddy dearest.
“Going back to that cage really sucks. Cut me some slack, partner. I’ve been a good boy today.” Sylar sat back and ran a finger across the seat in front of him. “You don’t want her to know, do you, Noah? How you help capture and torture our kind and keep us locked in prison cells.”
Noah sneered in the rearview mirror. “Your kind, Gabriel? You mean serial killers? Murderers like you? Yes, I put them away! It’s what I do to protect the innocent.”
“Yeah Vortex Guy was real guilty. Right, Claire?” Claire covered her face with her hands and refused to answer him. “He wasn’t any different from you...” he paused a moment for emphasis and listened to her heart rate speed up, “or me.”
“That’s enough! Stop talking to her! You will not speak to her again!” Noah jerked the wheel, and the car swerved off the road and hit a curb, jerking to a sudden stop. He turned and faced Sylar, “Open your mouth again and I will shoot you.”
Sylar waited until Noah was back on the road before speaking. “How about ice cream? I haven’t had any in weeks.” He watched in amusement as Noah’s shoulders stiffened and his knuckles turned white from his grip on the steering wheel. He heard Claire giggle softly in front of him and Sylar recognized the sound of victory in that quiet laugh.
No one spoke again until they reached the Bennet’s house.
Author: kathrynthegr8
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: None; Sylar, Claire, Noah
Rating: G
Word Count: About 900
Warnings: Spoilers through 3x05
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes or anything associated with Heroes.
A/N: This is the missing car scene from "Demons and Angels". Beware of the crack and obnoxious!Sylar.
I owe eeyore9990 a kid or something by now...
Maybe he was being obnoxious, but the situation more than called for it. It was so awkward, it was almost painful.
“I call shot gun.” Sylar couldn’t resist. The palpable silence and unease between father and daughter was too tempting.
“What? No!” Claire actually looked at him and twisted her mouth into a little pout. It was good to know where he stood with her. She didn’t want him dead, but she could care less if his legs cramped from having to sit in the back.
“Get in the car, both of you.” Noah sounded tired, the poor, put-upon parent. They watched as he got in and turned the ignition, neither moving towards the car until Noah honked the horn with impatience. Claire stepped back and crossed her arms. Sylar sighed and climbed in the back.
“As you wish, princess.”
“What did you say to me?” She was peering over the front seat at him; a curtain of hair fell across her shoulder when she leaned forward. He wanted to play with those golden locks, wrap them around his fingers and pull.
Sylar shook his head and smiled. Claire rolled her eyes before turning around and slamming the door. Neither bothered to put on their seat belts. Noah jerked the car into drive, and Sylar mused that they were a bullet in the night, causing pain to any target they touched.
They rode in silence for awhile, the only sounds the purr of the engine and the tires on the asphalt. The headlights of oncoming traffic washed across the car and threw their shadows across the interior and windows. Sylar watched Noah through the rearview mirror. How did his partner feel about his own daughter defending a murderer? Obviously he’d forgotten about Sylar’s hearing when he'd told Vortex Guy to kill him, or maybe he didn’t know about the power Sylar stole from Dale months ago. Either way, Sylar knew the danger Noah posed and he wanted to press his advantage.
And why had Claire pleaded for his life? If anything, he expected her to jump at the chance to be rid of him. Maybe she really was all goodness and light, but he doubted it. It was his experience that everyone had darkness in their souls, usually lurking just below the surface. He didn’t think Claire was any different.
“Your mom must be worried sick,” Noah sighed when they rolled to a stop sign. He looked over at his daughter, a sad expression on his face.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Claire continued to look straight ahead.
Noah’s hands gripped the steering wheel tighter. “We’ll talk when we get home.” He adjusted his glasses and merged onto the highway. Sylar closed his eyes and listened to Claire’s heartbeat. He heard a quiet rumble and chuckled softly to himself.
“Can we stop and eat? I don’t know about you guys, but narrowly escaping black holes leaves me famished.” He leaned forward so that he was between father and daughter, a slight smile on his face.
“Shut up, Gabriel.” Noah glanced at him quickly then returned his attention to the road.
“Aw come on, you know the food sucks on Level Five.” He looked at Claire. “Aren’t you hungry, sweetheart?”
Claire’s face flushed pink as she turned her face to the window and ignored him. Sylar knew she was listening and decided to go further. Time the immortal cheerleader heard the truth about daddy dearest.
“Going back to that cage really sucks. Cut me some slack, partner. I’ve been a good boy today.” Sylar sat back and ran a finger across the seat in front of him. “You don’t want her to know, do you, Noah? How you help capture and torture our kind and keep us locked in prison cells.”
Noah sneered in the rearview mirror. “Your kind, Gabriel? You mean serial killers? Murderers like you? Yes, I put them away! It’s what I do to protect the innocent.”
“Yeah Vortex Guy was real guilty. Right, Claire?” Claire covered her face with her hands and refused to answer him. “He wasn’t any different from you...” he paused a moment for emphasis and listened to her heart rate speed up, “or me.”
“That’s enough! Stop talking to her! You will not speak to her again!” Noah jerked the wheel, and the car swerved off the road and hit a curb, jerking to a sudden stop. He turned and faced Sylar, “Open your mouth again and I will shoot you.”
Sylar waited until Noah was back on the road before speaking. “How about ice cream? I haven’t had any in weeks.” He watched in amusement as Noah’s shoulders stiffened and his knuckles turned white from his grip on the steering wheel. He heard Claire giggle softly in front of him and Sylar recognized the sound of victory in that quiet laugh.
No one spoke again until they reached the Bennet’s house.