A New Arrival

[humanzippo]

Charlie doesn't notice the multiple strikes of lightning, or the sudden weather storm that separates her from the other bus passengers. She's too busy trying to get an hour or two of sleep before they pull into Toledo, Ohio so she can change buses and head for Canada. Cold isn't exactly one of her favorite temperatures, and Canada (so she's heard)

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[hardlydangerous]

There's a jet passing by, miles above.

No, wait.

It's heading down to her.

No, wait.

It's not a jet.

"Lost?" asks Sylar solicitously, giving her his best friendly smile.

[humanzippo]

Oh, yeah. Right.

Flying dude is really gonna put her at ease.

See Charlie scramble back, holding her backpack in front of her like a shield.

"Who the hell are you?"

[hardlydangerous]

"My name is Sylar."

And he makes a practice of stopping by every time he sees a new arrival. Just in case.

For the moment, the jury's out on whether or not this visit has proved fruitful.

"I didn't mean to frighten you." And look, he's raising his hands and stepping back slightly; she needn't know that he could kill her with a look, if it came to that.

(He needn't know that she could return the favour.)

[humanzippo]

It's instinct, the push that uncoiles in her center.

Training, that coils it back for later use.

"Charlie."

She's tired of using aliases, and if Sylar is from the Shop, he'll know who she is anyway.

And he flew.

"Very little frightens me."

Except the Shop.