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Title: The Fifth Corner
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None that I know of.
Disclaimer: The story and song are mine, Sylar and Claire belong to Heroes.
A/N: This story was written for the 'Four Corners' challenge on sylaire_challenge. Hope you enjoy!
Claire woke to the soft sound of a piano and looked around the room. It was unfamiliar, but breathtaking in its white and gold decor. When she noticed an ornate full-length mirror in the corner of the room, she got up and walked towards it.
Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, and she had on a red, sleeveless silk gown with a modest square neckline. It was so long that it pooled slightly around her bare feet. She turned around and looked over her shoulder, noticing that as modest as the front was, her back was fully exposed. The gown barely covered her derrière before reaching the floor.
Against the white, gold and cream of the room the dress looked very…decadent.
Claire turned her head towards the doorway. Someone was now humming along with the music. Curious, she walked out of the bedroom and down a long hall, following the notes as they got louder. Finally, Claire came across an open door.
She paused with her back to the wall, not looking in, when she heard a man start singing in a beautiful, haunting voice.
Searched the four corners of Earth,
And found you.
Took away the pain and hurt,
Then left you.
Realized my mistake in time,
Made a decision.
Came back to make you mine,
A final decision.
You carried out our death sentence,
You didn’t want to walk alone.
I don’t know all of what this is,
Just know there’s no need to atone.
A tear made it’s way slowly down her face as she stepped into the doorway. She didn’t know how it got there, but she didn’t bother with wiping it away. She also didn’t bother with being suspicious, angry or afraid - even though she knew she should have felt all three in response to the man seated in front of her. She smiled.
“You sing and play beautifully.”
Sylar took is hands from the keyboard and shifted on the bench to face her. “My mother insisted I learn. How are you feeling?”
Claire couldn’t help but admire the enormous room as she walked across the gleaming hardwood floor to join him. Everything was in the same gold and white tones as the bedroom, with huge windows covered by thick, cream-colored drapes. It would have been completely empty except for the black piano and Sylar - who was also dressed head-to-toe in black.
She paused beside the piano, her hand lightly caressing the top.
“I’m feeling really good, actually. Do you…um…do you know where we are? What‘s happening?,” she asked cautiously.
Sylar smiled and laid a hand over her drumming fingers. She hadn’t even realized what she was doing. He kept hold of her hand and gently pulled her around the piano so that she sat beside him on the bench. He angled his body more toward her, her hand still in his.
“I’m not sure, but I think we’re in some sort of limbo. You remember the explosion, right?”
Claire looked him straight in the eyes. “Yes, and Sylar…I’m sorry.”
Sylar returned her straight-forward gaze. “You have nothing to be sorry about. Nothing. Okay?”
Claire nodded and he took a deep breath before continuing. “Okay, well, I think we were incinerated and it’s taking us a long time to heal from that. So, since we’re not really dead, we can’t go to Heaven or Hell. Thus, this place.”
“Hmmm, that‘s certainly an interesting theory. And it certainly fits. It sounds like you’ve had time to give this some thought. How long have you been awake?”
Sylar looked at the shiny white and black keys of the piano. “I don’t know, I think only a few hours. I woke up beside you, tried to wake you, but couldn’t. Then I got up to explore a bit. I came in here, noticed the piano, and started to play the song you heard when you walked in. The melody and lyrics just started to pour from my hands and lips without me even thinking about it.”
Claire placed her hand on the side of his face and turned it towards her. “It is a really beautiful song, Sylar. Sad, but beautiful.”
He captured her hand again, and gently kissed her palm before giving it back to her. He then turned to the keyboard and began lightly playing the now familiar tune.
“It was something to occupy me while I was waiting for you. It was strange…I was never worried that you wouldn’t wake, the thought never crossed my mind. I think our behavior, even to some extent our thoughts and feelings, are…altered here.”
Claire smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder as he played. “I know. Everything is softer, sort of muted. I feel…not happy, even that would be too strong of an emotion. More like…peaceful.” She rubbed Sylar’s thigh and grinned up at him. “Peaceful and affectionate.”
He grinned down at her and kissed her forehead without pausing his playing. “Me too, exactly.”
Claire’s grin widened even more. She leaned up a little and kissed him lightly on the lips before turning her attention to his hands. He had long, graceful fingers that moved fluidly over the keys.
“May I add a verse to the song?” She asked, still slightly hypnotized by the movement in front of her.
“Of course.”
Claire’s clear, pretty voice began to fill the room as Sylar played on.
The four corners of Earth could not
Contain us
Wisdom gained through loss of
Patience
Knowing you’ll always be there
Is my comfort
When we’re long gone from here
I’ll be your comfort
No longer under a death sentence,
We’ll never have to walk alone,
Finally knowing what this is,
Love providing no need to atone.
Just as Sylar’s lips reached Clair’s, there was a flash of bright light…leaving a black piano alone in an empty gold and white room.
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Rating: PG
Spoilers: None that I know of.
Disclaimer: The story and song are mine, Sylar and Claire belong to Heroes.
A/N: This story was written for the 'Four Corners' challenge on sylaire_challenge. Hope you enjoy!
Claire woke to the soft sound of a piano and looked around the room. It was unfamiliar, but breathtaking in its white and gold decor. When she noticed an ornate full-length mirror in the corner of the room, she got up and walked towards it.
Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, and she had on a red, sleeveless silk gown with a modest square neckline. It was so long that it pooled slightly around her bare feet. She turned around and looked over her shoulder, noticing that as modest as the front was, her back was fully exposed. The gown barely covered her derrière before reaching the floor.
Against the white, gold and cream of the room the dress looked very…decadent.
Claire turned her head towards the doorway. Someone was now humming along with the music. Curious, she walked out of the bedroom and down a long hall, following the notes as they got louder. Finally, Claire came across an open door.
She paused with her back to the wall, not looking in, when she heard a man start singing in a beautiful, haunting voice.
Searched the four corners of Earth,
And found you.
Took away the pain and hurt,
Then left you.
Realized my mistake in time,
Made a decision.
Came back to make you mine,
A final decision.
You carried out our death sentence,
You didn’t want to walk alone.
I don’t know all of what this is,
Just know there’s no need to atone.
A tear made it’s way slowly down her face as she stepped into the doorway. She didn’t know how it got there, but she didn’t bother with wiping it away. She also didn’t bother with being suspicious, angry or afraid - even though she knew she should have felt all three in response to the man seated in front of her. She smiled.
“You sing and play beautifully.”
Sylar took is hands from the keyboard and shifted on the bench to face her. “My mother insisted I learn. How are you feeling?”
Claire couldn’t help but admire the enormous room as she walked across the gleaming hardwood floor to join him. Everything was in the same gold and white tones as the bedroom, with huge windows covered by thick, cream-colored drapes. It would have been completely empty except for the black piano and Sylar - who was also dressed head-to-toe in black.
She paused beside the piano, her hand lightly caressing the top.
“I’m feeling really good, actually. Do you…um…do you know where we are? What‘s happening?,” she asked cautiously.
Sylar smiled and laid a hand over her drumming fingers. She hadn’t even realized what she was doing. He kept hold of her hand and gently pulled her around the piano so that she sat beside him on the bench. He angled his body more toward her, her hand still in his.
“I’m not sure, but I think we’re in some sort of limbo. You remember the explosion, right?”
Claire looked him straight in the eyes. “Yes, and Sylar…I’m sorry.”
Sylar returned her straight-forward gaze. “You have nothing to be sorry about. Nothing. Okay?”
Claire nodded and he took a deep breath before continuing. “Okay, well, I think we were incinerated and it’s taking us a long time to heal from that. So, since we’re not really dead, we can’t go to Heaven or Hell. Thus, this place.”
“Hmmm, that‘s certainly an interesting theory. And it certainly fits. It sounds like you’ve had time to give this some thought. How long have you been awake?”
Sylar looked at the shiny white and black keys of the piano. “I don’t know, I think only a few hours. I woke up beside you, tried to wake you, but couldn’t. Then I got up to explore a bit. I came in here, noticed the piano, and started to play the song you heard when you walked in. The melody and lyrics just started to pour from my hands and lips without me even thinking about it.”
Claire placed her hand on the side of his face and turned it towards her. “It is a really beautiful song, Sylar. Sad, but beautiful.”
He captured her hand again, and gently kissed her palm before giving it back to her. He then turned to the keyboard and began lightly playing the now familiar tune.
“It was something to occupy me while I was waiting for you. It was strange…I was never worried that you wouldn’t wake, the thought never crossed my mind. I think our behavior, even to some extent our thoughts and feelings, are…altered here.”
Claire smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder as he played. “I know. Everything is softer, sort of muted. I feel…not happy, even that would be too strong of an emotion. More like…peaceful.” She rubbed Sylar’s thigh and grinned up at him. “Peaceful and affectionate.”
He grinned down at her and kissed her forehead without pausing his playing. “Me too, exactly.”
Claire’s grin widened even more. She leaned up a little and kissed him lightly on the lips before turning her attention to his hands. He had long, graceful fingers that moved fluidly over the keys.
“May I add a verse to the song?” She asked, still slightly hypnotized by the movement in front of her.
“Of course.”
Claire’s clear, pretty voice began to fill the room as Sylar played on.
The four corners of Earth could not
Contain us
Wisdom gained through loss of
Patience
Knowing you’ll always be there
Is my comfort
When we’re long gone from here
I’ll be your comfort
No longer under a death sentence,
We’ll never have to walk alone,
Finally knowing what this is,
Love providing no need to atone.
Just as Sylar’s lips reached Clair’s, there was a flash of bright light…leaving a black piano alone in an empty gold and white room.
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