Until Next Time
Title: Until Next Time
Rating: PG
Summary: Killers can be knights in shining armor too.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Heroes is not owned by me, but by Tim Kring. I’m simply borrowing these characters for non-profit entertainment.
A/N: This is why I should never listen to Matchbox Twenty while writing. “Rest Stop” is to blame for this…
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Driving back from Christmas break, junior college year, Claire was once again finding herself regretting that wish to be normal.
She still had her power, sure, but as she had proven for so many years it didn’t help her at times like this.
She was riding back to campus with a friend, one whom she knew wanted to be more but given her luck with boys she had essentially taken herself off the market.
Well, she had been riding back with him at least. Right up until they were about ten miles from the campus and he pulled over to the side of the highway and told her to get out of his car.
It had seemed so out of the blue, but with no more than a disbelieving stare she grabbed her bag from the backseat and started walking.
She wasn’t hitchhiking. Even a mostly indestructible girl had to look out for herself. Instead she was just trying to fight off the cold as she walked, suddenly wishing she could fly. Or at the very least that Peter or her bio dad would swoop in to save her.
Claire scoffed at the thought. With her recent luck they were likely snuggled up together in some hotel room.
Though before she could think of anything else she managed to catch a glimpse of something, or someone, flying through the night sky. Far too fast for a bird or a plane and within seconds she was feeling a pair of strong arms slip around her waist and soaring upwards with her.
She didn’t scream. Why would she when she thought it was Peter or Nathan? Too strong to be Peter though, she began to realize. Nathan it was. Though admittedly Nathan never smelled this good. Either way, it made sense. He wouldn’t want his daughter to freeze. But then how would he have heard her thoughts? Only two people she knew could do that and one of them couldn’t fly.
Meanwhile in all of that thinking, she hadn’t realized until she was being set down on solid ground that she had already been taken back to her school.
“You bastard!” she screamed when she saw him, punching him hard a second later.
Laughing as he all too casually wiped the blood from his instantly healing lip, Sylar only looked to her. He knew she would react like that. That was half of the fun.
“So what do you want this time?” she finally asked, knowing that in truth she was no match for him in a fight, but still having hit him felt pretty good.
“What? Killers can’t be knights in shining armor too?” he asked, his all too familiar smirk beginning to appear.
“What?” He lived to confuse her, she knew this now. Why else would he keep getting hold of her and nearly kill her only to leave her with more riddles and walk away until the next time?
“You were cold, stranded, abandoned and wanted to come back here. I helped. But I’ll wave your rudeness of not thanking me for all the times I never thanked you in the past.”
“So that’s really the only reason?” she asked. No way was he serious.
“Maybe I just wanted to remind you that I’m never too far from you,” he smiled before flying off out of her sight.
Claire sighed. Until next time, she thought to herself as she made her way back up to her dorm room.
The End
Rating: PG
Summary: Killers can be knights in shining armor too.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Heroes is not owned by me, but by Tim Kring. I’m simply borrowing these characters for non-profit entertainment.
A/N: This is why I should never listen to Matchbox Twenty while writing. “Rest Stop” is to blame for this…
~~
Driving back from Christmas break, junior college year, Claire was once again finding herself regretting that wish to be normal.
She still had her power, sure, but as she had proven for so many years it didn’t help her at times like this.
She was riding back to campus with a friend, one whom she knew wanted to be more but given her luck with boys she had essentially taken herself off the market.
Well, she had been riding back with him at least. Right up until they were about ten miles from the campus and he pulled over to the side of the highway and told her to get out of his car.
It had seemed so out of the blue, but with no more than a disbelieving stare she grabbed her bag from the backseat and started walking.
She wasn’t hitchhiking. Even a mostly indestructible girl had to look out for herself. Instead she was just trying to fight off the cold as she walked, suddenly wishing she could fly. Or at the very least that Peter or her bio dad would swoop in to save her.
Claire scoffed at the thought. With her recent luck they were likely snuggled up together in some hotel room.
Though before she could think of anything else she managed to catch a glimpse of something, or someone, flying through the night sky. Far too fast for a bird or a plane and within seconds she was feeling a pair of strong arms slip around her waist and soaring upwards with her.
She didn’t scream. Why would she when she thought it was Peter or Nathan? Too strong to be Peter though, she began to realize. Nathan it was. Though admittedly Nathan never smelled this good. Either way, it made sense. He wouldn’t want his daughter to freeze. But then how would he have heard her thoughts? Only two people she knew could do that and one of them couldn’t fly.
Meanwhile in all of that thinking, she hadn’t realized until she was being set down on solid ground that she had already been taken back to her school.
“You bastard!” she screamed when she saw him, punching him hard a second later.
Laughing as he all too casually wiped the blood from his instantly healing lip, Sylar only looked to her. He knew she would react like that. That was half of the fun.
“So what do you want this time?” she finally asked, knowing that in truth she was no match for him in a fight, but still having hit him felt pretty good.
“What? Killers can’t be knights in shining armor too?” he asked, his all too familiar smirk beginning to appear.
“What?” He lived to confuse her, she knew this now. Why else would he keep getting hold of her and nearly kill her only to leave her with more riddles and walk away until the next time?
“You were cold, stranded, abandoned and wanted to come back here. I helped. But I’ll wave your rudeness of not thanking me for all the times I never thanked you in the past.”
“So that’s really the only reason?” she asked. No way was he serious.
“Maybe I just wanted to remind you that I’m never too far from you,” he smiled before flying off out of her sight.
Claire sighed. Until next time, she thought to herself as she made her way back up to her dorm room.
The End