never gonna be alone - nickelback
Time, is going by, so much faster than I // And I'm starting to regret not spending all of here with you // Now I'm, wondering why, I've kept this bottled inside // So I'm starting to regret not selling all of it to you // So if I haven't yet, I've gotta let you know // Never gonna be alone // From this moment on, if you ever feel like letting go // I won't you fall // Never gonna be alone // I'll hold you 'til the hurt is gone
"Claire."
"Go away." Claire continued to mutter but it was lost in the pillow as she turned her head, trying to get away from the poking fingers but they were insistent. They crawled up her back to find a curl and the sharp tug had her gasping as it actually caused her head to move just a bit. It didn't hurt but that wasn't the point as she twisted enough to lay a hard slap on the arm of the man annoying her.
"Ow! What the hell was that for?" Sylar growled a bit, his arm stinging as he once again resented the fact that she couldn't feel pain like he could.
"You pulled my hair." Her tone was sullen as she glared at him, flopping onto her back.
"Normally you like it." A leer was her response and he half expected another slap to the arm but she rolled her eyes instead.
It was still dark out which meant it was early still but he obviously had a reason to wake her up. "What's going on?" She asked with a sleepy grumble, pushing some hair out of her face as she shifted her weight to try and make herself comfortable.
"I saw Peter."
As soon as the words left his mouth, she felt her heart jerk right into her throat as every lingering bit of sleep snapped away and she was instantly awake. She sat up, twisting to face him more as she searched him for something and he half wondered if she was looking for her uncle's blood on him. He was annoyed at her for automatically assuming but he couldn't blame her either.
"What do you mean you saw Peter?" She asked when she found her voice again, watching him warily.
"I made myself sound like you and I called him, told him to meet me." He kept his voice even and calm.
For a moment she looked pissed, probably because he had used her voice to trick Peter but she wasn't going to fly off the handle yet. "What happened when he came?" She knew Peter and she knew he would come as quickly as he could if she called for him. Or if he believed she was calling to see him.
Sylar looked almost uncomfortable then and that worried her more until he told her. "I gave him the ability to shapeshift."
For a moment she just stared at him as she tried to process what he was saying to her. He didn't tell her that he had killed Peter; he didn't tell her that her uncle was laying dead somewhere and he wasn't being smug about it. It was quite the opposite really; he wasn't quite looking her in the eye though he kept peeking at her warily as he waited for some kind of reaction. What he did get, he wasn't expecting.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a pillow was crashing into the side of his head with enough force to nearly knock him over. He didn't register what was going on till the third swing of the pillow caught him and then he sent it flying across the room. "What the hell was that for?" He echoed for the second time that night.
"You scared the shit out of me!" Her voice rose a bit as she stared at him, nearly breathless.
"You thought I was going to tell you I killed him." He pointed out calmly, not at all bothered by the real possibility of what could have happened.
"Yes." She didn't bother lying and not just because of his ability to be a lie detector. "But you didn't. You....you helped him."
He wasn't sure he liked hearing it put that way even if it was the truth. "I figured he could move around easier then." He shrugged casually.
"Why?"
There was the expected question he loathed hearing and he didn't really want to answer it but he did with a silent pointed look. If she couldn't figure out he had done it because he cared for her, something he had told Peter outright, then he wasn't going to waste his breath. Luckily she caught on though and he watched as her features softened with understanding. It was an interesting transformation as her lips curved slowly and her eyes lightened almost like she was glowing.
She leaned forward then, pressing her mouth to his softly. "Thank you." She whispered against his mouth, curling a hand against his jawline as she felt his facial hair scrape her palm. "Thank you." She tugged him down then, wrapping her arms around him as she kissed him a little harder.
When he woke up a few hours later, he woke up to the smell of something cooking in the kitchen where he found her making waffles. She stood at the stove, wearing one of his shirts and humming to herself. He also took notice of the plate of frosted chocolate cupcakes. It seemed she had been busy since he had gone back to sleep and she was in a good mood. "Someone is cheerful."
Claire turned to face him with a warm smile. "Maybe." She chuckled. "Why wouldn't I be?" As soon as he sat down, she grabbed a plate of waffles and the syrup to carry them over to him. As soon as she set them down, she greeted him with a little kiss before stepping back towards the stove to finish her task.
He watched her for a moment longer before smirking to himself as he turned to his food. When she joined him, Claire smiled because they were both starting to get what it meant to be in a relationship. They were both starting to understand what it was like to be there for the other person and the benefits of doing something to make them happy.
She no longer felt alone.
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heroslayer is used with love and permission]
"Claire."
"Go away." Claire continued to mutter but it was lost in the pillow as she turned her head, trying to get away from the poking fingers but they were insistent. They crawled up her back to find a curl and the sharp tug had her gasping as it actually caused her head to move just a bit. It didn't hurt but that wasn't the point as she twisted enough to lay a hard slap on the arm of the man annoying her.
"Ow! What the hell was that for?" Sylar growled a bit, his arm stinging as he once again resented the fact that she couldn't feel pain like he could.
"You pulled my hair." Her tone was sullen as she glared at him, flopping onto her back.
"Normally you like it." A leer was her response and he half expected another slap to the arm but she rolled her eyes instead.
It was still dark out which meant it was early still but he obviously had a reason to wake her up. "What's going on?" She asked with a sleepy grumble, pushing some hair out of her face as she shifted her weight to try and make herself comfortable.
"I saw Peter."
As soon as the words left his mouth, she felt her heart jerk right into her throat as every lingering bit of sleep snapped away and she was instantly awake. She sat up, twisting to face him more as she searched him for something and he half wondered if she was looking for her uncle's blood on him. He was annoyed at her for automatically assuming but he couldn't blame her either.
"What do you mean you saw Peter?" She asked when she found her voice again, watching him warily.
"I made myself sound like you and I called him, told him to meet me." He kept his voice even and calm.
For a moment she looked pissed, probably because he had used her voice to trick Peter but she wasn't going to fly off the handle yet. "What happened when he came?" She knew Peter and she knew he would come as quickly as he could if she called for him. Or if he believed she was calling to see him.
Sylar looked almost uncomfortable then and that worried her more until he told her. "I gave him the ability to shapeshift."
For a moment she just stared at him as she tried to process what he was saying to her. He didn't tell her that he had killed Peter; he didn't tell her that her uncle was laying dead somewhere and he wasn't being smug about it. It was quite the opposite really; he wasn't quite looking her in the eye though he kept peeking at her warily as he waited for some kind of reaction. What he did get, he wasn't expecting.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a pillow was crashing into the side of his head with enough force to nearly knock him over. He didn't register what was going on till the third swing of the pillow caught him and then he sent it flying across the room. "What the hell was that for?" He echoed for the second time that night.
"You scared the shit out of me!" Her voice rose a bit as she stared at him, nearly breathless.
"You thought I was going to tell you I killed him." He pointed out calmly, not at all bothered by the real possibility of what could have happened.
"Yes." She didn't bother lying and not just because of his ability to be a lie detector. "But you didn't. You....you helped him."
He wasn't sure he liked hearing it put that way even if it was the truth. "I figured he could move around easier then." He shrugged casually.
"Why?"
There was the expected question he loathed hearing and he didn't really want to answer it but he did with a silent pointed look. If she couldn't figure out he had done it because he cared for her, something he had told Peter outright, then he wasn't going to waste his breath. Luckily she caught on though and he watched as her features softened with understanding. It was an interesting transformation as her lips curved slowly and her eyes lightened almost like she was glowing.
She leaned forward then, pressing her mouth to his softly. "Thank you." She whispered against his mouth, curling a hand against his jawline as she felt his facial hair scrape her palm. "Thank you." She tugged him down then, wrapping her arms around him as she kissed him a little harder.
When he woke up a few hours later, he woke up to the smell of something cooking in the kitchen where he found her making waffles. She stood at the stove, wearing one of his shirts and humming to herself. He also took notice of the plate of frosted chocolate cupcakes. It seemed she had been busy since he had gone back to sleep and she was in a good mood. "Someone is cheerful."
Claire turned to face him with a warm smile. "Maybe." She chuckled. "Why wouldn't I be?" As soon as he sat down, she grabbed a plate of waffles and the syrup to carry them over to him. As soon as she set them down, she greeted him with a little kiss before stepping back towards the stove to finish her task.
He watched her for a moment longer before smirking to himself as he turned to his food. When she joined him, Claire smiled because they were both starting to get what it meant to be in a relationship. They were both starting to understand what it was like to be there for the other person and the benefits of doing something to make them happy.
She no longer felt alone.
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heroslayer is used with love and permission]