Fic: Your Mama Wears Combat Boots
Title: Your Mama Wears Combat Boots
Author: kathrynthegr8
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Sylar/Claire
Rating: Pg-13
Word Count: not a clue
Warnings: Spoilers through season 3, crack, sexual type situations (but mostly just kissing)
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes or anything associated with Heroes.
A/N: My response to the the prompt "run" over at sylaire_chall and the "getting caught in public" challenge over at sylar_claire, my claim was sex in jail.
A very heartfelt thank you to missaliceblue and eeyore9990 for the awesome beta work.
“What do you mean you can’t get us out of here?” Claire paced the short distance of the grey cell. Her brow was furrowed and she was biting her lip in agitation.
Sylar rolled his eyes and tried to get more comfortable sitting on the cement floor. “Could you stop that? You are not helping.”
“You would think with all those powers...” She continued walking past him, but finally stopped and leaned her head against the cement wall. It was obvious she was no longer talking to him so he ignored her and closed his eyes. He listened to her rapid heartbeat and knew she was scared. That alone compelled him to speak.
“If you had run when I told you to.” He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. She wasn’t supposed to be here, the mission was too dangerous for a new agent. But no one, least of all his mother, listened to reason.
“So it’s my fault we’re here? Nothing stopped you from getting away. You could have left me there. The damn helicopter CRASHED Sylar, I was a little stunned.” She crossed her arms and turned to face him. It was strange to see her in the black ops gear, if anything it made her look smaller and more feminine. The cheerleader had grown up and wanted to be a bad guy. Who would’ve thought?
“Arguing is not going to solve anything, Claire.” He watched as she slid down the wall and sat cross-legged, she kept her face turned away from him and began playing with the laces of her boots. “They knew we were coming, which means there’s a leak in the Company,” he said, more to himself than to her. His mind spun with the possibilities of who their enemy was now. Most days it was difficult to keep track of who the good guys were and he wasn’t sure which side he fought for anymore. All the truly mattered was his family and those he cared about. Claire was on that short list.
How he had gone from being her stalker and would-be killer to her protector was something he hardly thought about. He was adaptable, he had to be. It was how he survived. They told him he was a Petrelli? Fine, he’d be a Petrelli. He found out he didn’t need to kill people to take their powers. Great, less mess for him to wipe off his hands. Except life was never fine and easy. Parents still lied to their kids, hearts were broken, and people still died. The world order didn’t change when Sylar tried to be human again. And eventually he discovered that humans were monsters too.
“What do we do now?” She sounded defeated; her voice muffled because she’d buried her head in her arms.
Sylar glanced around the cell. Their captors were nowhere to be seen. They were all alone in some godforsaken third world country with too many unknowns to count. “We wait.”
He woke from a deep dreamless sleep with a start. Claire was shaking him, concern evident on her face.
“I’m awake.” Where they were and what had happened came back to him in a rush. “How long was I out?” He asked with some trepidation.
“Not long. An hour maybe.” She dropped her hands and stood up, putting space between them. “We need to get out of here.”
Sylar sat up and cracked his neck, grimacing at the sound and sudden relief from the cramp. “Great. You come up with a plan?” He smirked when she shook her head and walked away. “Guess not.”
“You are still an asshole. Peter said you’d changed, become a good guy once you became a father.” She gripped the cell bars until her knuckles turned white from the strain.
He chuckled and it sounded derisive to his own sensitive ears. “My brother is an idiot. He runs back and forth to the future, so certain he understands what is going on.”
Claire turned her head and glared at him, her eyes sharp as diamonds.
“What’s the matter, Princess? You don’t like hearing the truth about your crush?” It was probably too harsh, but he couldn’t resist pushing her, just a little. “Peter fails to comprehend that he’s only seen a possible future. Things change every minute, every hour of every day. Infinite changes. The chance of something he’s witnessed in the future coming to fruition is about a million to one.”
She shook her head and was about to speak when he silenced her by talking first. “He’s the reason you’re doing this, isn’t he? You actually think that going on missions and proving how tough you are will impress upon him the idea that you’re a grown up?” Sylar already knew the answers to his questions. He’d known when Angela demanded he take Claire under his wing and teach her the ins and outs of being an agent.
He watched as she started pacing the length of their cell again. Her back was stiff, her hands shook with anger. “You don’t know what you are talking about.” She all but spat the words at him when she walked by. “I can’t believe I agreed to this!” Claire raised her hands and spun on her heel to walk in the opposite direction.
Sylar stood up slowly and moved to stand behind her when she stopped next to the wall of bars. When she turned to move he trapped her where she stood, so close he could feel the heat coming off her body in waves. “Never forget, Claire.”
She narrowed her eyes and squared her shoulders, “Never forget what?”
"I am dangerous. Because I'm the only one who truly knows what is running through your lovely, deviant mind right now. And it's not fear." He leaned in closer and looked directly into her eyes, daring her to look away. “Unlike Peter, I don’t have a strict moral code that keeps me oblivious to what’s right under my nose.”
Claire spoke through clenched teeth, “Why should I be afraid of you? The Company... Angela... tamed you. You're not a threat to anyone anymore."
Sylar leaned down and wrapped her blonde ponytail around his fist and tugged until she tilted her head up. “Nice claws, Claire-bear. Too little too late, I’m afraid.” He lowered his face until he could run his nose along her jaw-bone and then slowly down the column of her neck. He stopped when he reached the hollow of her throat and breathed in the scent of her.
“I can’t feel pain anymore, Sylar! You can’t hurt me.” This time she was breathless and he had no doubt what hiding behind her false bravado. He kissed the salty skin under her ear and listened to her pulse race.
“Hurt you?” He smirked and kissed her chin before continuing, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
He didn’t feel the heel of her boot digging into the back of his leg until it was too late. She managed to slam him to the floor, but not before he grabbed hold of her and took her with him. Sylar landed on his back, breathless for a moment, but he kept a grip on the girl, pulling her down so she straddled his chest. He enjoyed the smug look of triumph on her face.
She had knocked the wind out of him and it took a moment to say the words, “If you wanted to be on top, all you had to do is ask.”
“What makes you think I want anything to do with you?” She sounded more out of breath than he did.
“Boredom, curiosity, a crazy urge to get it on with your uncles? Who knows why?” He smiled up at her and waited.
She took her time, looked him over slowly as if weighing her options. Finally she moved, lined her body up with his until she was eye to eye with him. Unable to wait any longer, he reached for her neck and lifted his head to kiss her on her mouth. Her lips were soft and warm against his. He waited for her to breathe and then tilted her head and kissed her deeper, his tongue exploring and encouraging her to do the same.
Sylar fervently wished for a bed instead of the cement floor beneath them. He ran his hands down Claire’s body, moved against her and listened to her moan in response. If he had any doubts about her feelings for him before, they were gone now.
She pulled back from him for a moment, “God! Do you know how long I’ve hated you?” Before he could respond she was kissing him again, crushing her lips to his and running her fingers through his hair. Sylar used her sudden intensity to his advantage and flipped her over so she was on her back beneath him. She didn’t seem to notice and only opened her eyes when he shifted his weight between her legs.
He moved again applying pressure at her core and gripping her hips to hold her still, the sweet friction between their bodies making him dizzy for a moment. Then Claire bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, the pain quick and sharp before he healed. He watched as she licked her lips and smiled at him for the first time. He loved being right. Sylar wanted to rip her clothes off and memorize her body by touch. His fingers burned with the need to feel her skin. The sound of foot steps in the distance held him motionless for a moment.
“Sorry. Fun time’s over, Sweetheart.” He stood up quickly and turned to face the bars.
A look of confusion crossed Claire’s face, “Wait, what?”
He helped her to her feet and then held her hand, “Someone’s coming. This time when I tell you to run, you run. Understand?”
They watched as the guard turned the corner and raised a gun. Sylar brought his hand forward and shocked the man with a bolt of blue electricity, and the cell door swung open with the flick of Sylar’s wrist. Claire gasped and started to speak- “How long were you going to let us sit in here?”
He pulled her forward, past the fallen guard and down the corridor. “As long as I wanted.” He squeezed her hand. “Now run!”
Author: kathrynthegr8
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Sylar/Claire
Rating: Pg-13
Word Count: not a clue
Warnings: Spoilers through season 3, crack, sexual type situations (but mostly just kissing)
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes or anything associated with Heroes.
A/N: My response to the the prompt "run" over at sylaire_chall and the "getting caught in public" challenge over at sylar_claire, my claim was sex in jail.
A very heartfelt thank you to missaliceblue and eeyore9990 for the awesome beta work.
“What do you mean you can’t get us out of here?” Claire paced the short distance of the grey cell. Her brow was furrowed and she was biting her lip in agitation.
Sylar rolled his eyes and tried to get more comfortable sitting on the cement floor. “Could you stop that? You are not helping.”
“You would think with all those powers...” She continued walking past him, but finally stopped and leaned her head against the cement wall. It was obvious she was no longer talking to him so he ignored her and closed his eyes. He listened to her rapid heartbeat and knew she was scared. That alone compelled him to speak.
“If you had run when I told you to.” He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. She wasn’t supposed to be here, the mission was too dangerous for a new agent. But no one, least of all his mother, listened to reason.
“So it’s my fault we’re here? Nothing stopped you from getting away. You could have left me there. The damn helicopter CRASHED Sylar, I was a little stunned.” She crossed her arms and turned to face him. It was strange to see her in the black ops gear, if anything it made her look smaller and more feminine. The cheerleader had grown up and wanted to be a bad guy. Who would’ve thought?
“Arguing is not going to solve anything, Claire.” He watched as she slid down the wall and sat cross-legged, she kept her face turned away from him and began playing with the laces of her boots. “They knew we were coming, which means there’s a leak in the Company,” he said, more to himself than to her. His mind spun with the possibilities of who their enemy was now. Most days it was difficult to keep track of who the good guys were and he wasn’t sure which side he fought for anymore. All the truly mattered was his family and those he cared about. Claire was on that short list.
How he had gone from being her stalker and would-be killer to her protector was something he hardly thought about. He was adaptable, he had to be. It was how he survived. They told him he was a Petrelli? Fine, he’d be a Petrelli. He found out he didn’t need to kill people to take their powers. Great, less mess for him to wipe off his hands. Except life was never fine and easy. Parents still lied to their kids, hearts were broken, and people still died. The world order didn’t change when Sylar tried to be human again. And eventually he discovered that humans were monsters too.
“What do we do now?” She sounded defeated; her voice muffled because she’d buried her head in her arms.
Sylar glanced around the cell. Their captors were nowhere to be seen. They were all alone in some godforsaken third world country with too many unknowns to count. “We wait.”
He woke from a deep dreamless sleep with a start. Claire was shaking him, concern evident on her face.
“I’m awake.” Where they were and what had happened came back to him in a rush. “How long was I out?” He asked with some trepidation.
“Not long. An hour maybe.” She dropped her hands and stood up, putting space between them. “We need to get out of here.”
Sylar sat up and cracked his neck, grimacing at the sound and sudden relief from the cramp. “Great. You come up with a plan?” He smirked when she shook her head and walked away. “Guess not.”
“You are still an asshole. Peter said you’d changed, become a good guy once you became a father.” She gripped the cell bars until her knuckles turned white from the strain.
He chuckled and it sounded derisive to his own sensitive ears. “My brother is an idiot. He runs back and forth to the future, so certain he understands what is going on.”
Claire turned her head and glared at him, her eyes sharp as diamonds.
“What’s the matter, Princess? You don’t like hearing the truth about your crush?” It was probably too harsh, but he couldn’t resist pushing her, just a little. “Peter fails to comprehend that he’s only seen a possible future. Things change every minute, every hour of every day. Infinite changes. The chance of something he’s witnessed in the future coming to fruition is about a million to one.”
She shook her head and was about to speak when he silenced her by talking first. “He’s the reason you’re doing this, isn’t he? You actually think that going on missions and proving how tough you are will impress upon him the idea that you’re a grown up?” Sylar already knew the answers to his questions. He’d known when Angela demanded he take Claire under his wing and teach her the ins and outs of being an agent.
He watched as she started pacing the length of their cell again. Her back was stiff, her hands shook with anger. “You don’t know what you are talking about.” She all but spat the words at him when she walked by. “I can’t believe I agreed to this!” Claire raised her hands and spun on her heel to walk in the opposite direction.
Sylar stood up slowly and moved to stand behind her when she stopped next to the wall of bars. When she turned to move he trapped her where she stood, so close he could feel the heat coming off her body in waves. “Never forget, Claire.”
She narrowed her eyes and squared her shoulders, “Never forget what?”
"I am dangerous. Because I'm the only one who truly knows what is running through your lovely, deviant mind right now. And it's not fear." He leaned in closer and looked directly into her eyes, daring her to look away. “Unlike Peter, I don’t have a strict moral code that keeps me oblivious to what’s right under my nose.”
Claire spoke through clenched teeth, “Why should I be afraid of you? The Company... Angela... tamed you. You're not a threat to anyone anymore."
Sylar leaned down and wrapped her blonde ponytail around his fist and tugged until she tilted her head up. “Nice claws, Claire-bear. Too little too late, I’m afraid.” He lowered his face until he could run his nose along her jaw-bone and then slowly down the column of her neck. He stopped when he reached the hollow of her throat and breathed in the scent of her.
“I can’t feel pain anymore, Sylar! You can’t hurt me.” This time she was breathless and he had no doubt what hiding behind her false bravado. He kissed the salty skin under her ear and listened to her pulse race.
“Hurt you?” He smirked and kissed her chin before continuing, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
He didn’t feel the heel of her boot digging into the back of his leg until it was too late. She managed to slam him to the floor, but not before he grabbed hold of her and took her with him. Sylar landed on his back, breathless for a moment, but he kept a grip on the girl, pulling her down so she straddled his chest. He enjoyed the smug look of triumph on her face.
She had knocked the wind out of him and it took a moment to say the words, “If you wanted to be on top, all you had to do is ask.”
“What makes you think I want anything to do with you?” She sounded more out of breath than he did.
“Boredom, curiosity, a crazy urge to get it on with your uncles? Who knows why?” He smiled up at her and waited.
She took her time, looked him over slowly as if weighing her options. Finally she moved, lined her body up with his until she was eye to eye with him. Unable to wait any longer, he reached for her neck and lifted his head to kiss her on her mouth. Her lips were soft and warm against his. He waited for her to breathe and then tilted her head and kissed her deeper, his tongue exploring and encouraging her to do the same.
Sylar fervently wished for a bed instead of the cement floor beneath them. He ran his hands down Claire’s body, moved against her and listened to her moan in response. If he had any doubts about her feelings for him before, they were gone now.
She pulled back from him for a moment, “God! Do you know how long I’ve hated you?” Before he could respond she was kissing him again, crushing her lips to his and running her fingers through his hair. Sylar used her sudden intensity to his advantage and flipped her over so she was on her back beneath him. She didn’t seem to notice and only opened her eyes when he shifted his weight between her legs.
He moved again applying pressure at her core and gripping her hips to hold her still, the sweet friction between their bodies making him dizzy for a moment. Then Claire bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, the pain quick and sharp before he healed. He watched as she licked her lips and smiled at him for the first time. He loved being right. Sylar wanted to rip her clothes off and memorize her body by touch. His fingers burned with the need to feel her skin. The sound of foot steps in the distance held him motionless for a moment.
“Sorry. Fun time’s over, Sweetheart.” He stood up quickly and turned to face the bars.
A look of confusion crossed Claire’s face, “Wait, what?”
He helped her to her feet and then held her hand, “Someone’s coming. This time when I tell you to run, you run. Understand?”
They watched as the guard turned the corner and raised a gun. Sylar brought his hand forward and shocked the man with a bolt of blue electricity, and the cell door swung open with the flick of Sylar’s wrist. Claire gasped and started to speak- “How long were you going to let us sit in here?”
He pulled her forward, past the fallen guard and down the corridor. “As long as I wanted.” He squeezed her hand. “Now run!”