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Title: Define Dangerous
Characters: Sylar, Claire.
Spoilers: Up to Season 2.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2411
Chapter: 24/?
Previously: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23,
Summary: While escaping the Company, Sylar meets up with someone from his past. Together, they must piece together some semblance of normality after years of captivity. Future AU.
“Isn't this ironic, Elle? You brought this handcuffs for me and now I'm using them on you.” Sylar locked her hands behind her and threaded the handcuffs through the seatbelt, making sure Elle wouldn't be able to move from her place in the backseat.
Peter stood beside the open car door, giving Sylar some cover from the attention of passerbys. It's not like the tourists wouldn't know what a pair of handcuffs were used for though. From the random thoughts Sylar kept overhearing, most of the newlywed couples rooming there had a pair hidden away in their suitcases.
Elle wiggled her hands after Sylar was done. The handcuffs made little metallic clinking noises against each other. She was positively stuck. “What if we crash and the car goes up in flames and I need to get out? I don't exactly trust your driving skills.”
“Well, if that happens..” Sylar paused, pretending to think deeply about this possibility before simply shrugging. He gave an offhanded answer. “I suppose you'll die a horrible, miserable, fiery death. I guess you should have thought of that before you and the company kidnapped Claire.”
He slammed her door shut before she could reply. By the time he and Peter were settled in the front seats, Elle was whining again. “Come on, Peter. Help me out here. You don't have to work with Sylar, you know. The company is always willing to take you back. We'll even offer you a nice gig as an agent. You can do what I do, wouldn't that be fun?”
“Trust me, Elle. You're not what I want to turn into. As soon as we get Claire, I'm leaving you as far behind as possible.” Peter shut her down as Sylar pulled out of the parking lot and stopped at the main road. He crossed his arms and starred out the car window.
“Which way do we turn, Elle?” Sylar glanced in the rear view mirror and waited for her to give the first set of directions. A deep frown fell across her face, which at first Sylar mistook for annoyance at having to go along with enemy plans. Then he saw the few tears that followed and knew her mood was caused by Peter's words.
“Turn right. You have to go north on I-91.” Elle told him as she maintained an unfazed disguise as best she could but it was too late to protect her emotions. Sylar saw the truth laid out there before she put the wall back up again. “We'll stay on that road for about two hours.”
After making the turn, Sylar decided then that it might be useful to probe how deep the feelings went on both sides of this equation. After all, there was no use in sitting in a car with his enemies if he couldn't push the chess pieces around. It served them right anyway. Peter was and always had been an ass to Sylar. And Elle was responsible for Claire's disappearance. “So, Peter, was she any good in bed?”
“What?!” An audible gasp came from the backseat as Peter snapped his head around to see Sylar smirking at him. He rolled his eyes and went back to starring out the window, “I'm not answering that.”
Sylar sensed pain behind that avoidance and and knew he was cutting down close to the bone. Good. The presence of still harbored feelings boded well for his plan. “I bet she was worth a good tussle or two under the sheets. Right before you used her and dumped her. Do you think she still cares about you? I bet she cries herself to sleep some nights wondering when her pathetic empath will come back to her.”
“Christ! Can't you ever just shut up?” Peter seethed.
“How about it Elle?” Sylar asked and watched as she squirmed. She was so close to breaking down; he could feel the tension in the air and Sylar loved every second of it. He finally found a way to hurt her, a way to get back at what she did to Claire. “Do you still want him? Be honest. I'm sure given your.. charming.. personality Peter would love to take a bitch like you back.”
Elle grit her teeth and then kicked Sylar seat with her foot. The unexpected motion sent him forward, his chest bumped hard into the steering wheel and his forehead crashed into the front window. Sylar almost lost control of the car as it spun out on the road but managed to maneuver it back into the correct direction using his telekinesis.
“You psycho bitch!” Sylar slammed the controls into park and opened his door, intent on getting out of the car and knocking Elle unconscious. He really didn't not like surprise attacks, not unless he was the one in charge of them. “Are you trying to get us all killed?”
Peter checked himself for damage and then grabbed Sylar's arm before he left the car. “Sylar, this is not the time to start anything with Elle. We still need her to get us to Claire. Get back in the car now!”
Sylar paused in his rage, knowing but hating the fact that Peter was right. Once they got to the company though, all bets were off. He could wait that long, he would look forward to planning how she would die for hurting him and hurting Claire. “Fine.” Sylar telepathically added, “But I still want to know what happened between you two. Call me curious but I think it might help us with Claire.”
Peter sighed and then replied silently, “Me and Elle have a really fucking complicated past, okay? The first time I was taken by the company, she swore she fell in love with me. Of course, love in her world is a twisted shadow of what it should be. When the company took me the second time, Elle said she'd do anything for me. She was fucking obsessed. Not right in the head by any means. I told her a few lies to get her to let me go. I said we'd be together forever, which was exactly what she wanted to hear.”
Sylar laughed as the truth came out. “You know, the prisoners back there tell stories of your great escape. Some of them don't even know your name but your story lives on. Of course, they tell it as an epic tale of how you risked everything and bravely went against the company. They forget the part about how you only slept your way to the top.”
“Oh please,” Peter rolled his eyes. “Like you haven't done that and worse.”
Sylar ignored the pointed comment and then replied. “If things go bad up there, I need you to use that against her. Play against any emotions you think she might have.”
“I was already planning to.”
They seemed to be on the same wavelength, which may have been a sign of a coming apocalypse.
What should have taken three hours by car, Sylar was able to narrow down into one and a half. He pushed the car as fast as it would go, ignoring all speed signs and other cars on the road. Even the few police cars they noticed on the interstate did little to slow him down. His one thought was to get to Claire and take her as far away from the company as possible. The safety of all others on the road, including himself and his passengers, mattered very little in his plans.
“You have to take this exit.”
Sylar followed Elle's directions, turning off and slowing down. A line of toll booths were located right before a large sign that proclaimed 'Welcome to Canada'. If Elle was telling the truth, Primatech's International Headquarters were just over the border and so was Claire. If she wasn't being honest, well then.. Elle was going to die a very unpleasant death. Either way, Sylar would be happy with the result.
Peter leaned forward to read the sign overhead that showed the toll prices. He fished out the correct amount from his pocket and handed it to Sylar. “Do you have a photo id on you? They're going to ask for one.”
“Of course. I stole it off a dead guy.” Sylar yanked the driver's license from his pocket. The picture didn't resemble him at all. He hoped the toll booth operator wouldn't notice the fact that his hair was a different color and his skin much darker than the fellow he had killed in Texas. Sylar didn't want to be slowed down by having to kill one of the rent-a-cop border officers just to enter the godforsaken country.
Elle struggled against her handcuffs, bending sideways to see if she could spot the keyhole on them. She smiled as they arrived as they neared the front of the line for the toll booth. “You just wait until they see that you've got me chained up here. Border officers have guns.. with bullets.. that are going to shoot you dead!”
Sylar smirked and pushed her up straight with his telekinesis. She struggled against his control mentally but physically appeared calm as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Every little muscle was forced into peaceful composure. “If you think an average, normal human is enough to stop me, then you're sadly mistaken, little girl.”
“I need to see a photo id, sir.” A uniformed border officer told him when they pulled up to the window of the toll booth. Sylar pulled it out and handed it over. The man studied it, looking at the card and back up to Sylar, several times as if to check the authenticity of the driver's license.
“Is there a problem, sir?” Sylar asked, putting every bit of acting talent he possessed into appearing humble and gentle. It was occasions like this that made him thank whatever little bit of Gabriel still lingered in the back of his mind. “The license is a little old. I've lost some weight since then.”
“No. No problem.” The officer gave a small, satisfied nod. His life depended on that answer, he would get to live a little while longer in his pathetic mediocre life. All was going according to plan, Sylar just needed to continue the game for a little while longer. After returning the license, the officer asked. “Are you carrying any fruits or vegetables?”
Sylar glanced over at Peter's direction with a small grin. Telepathically, he asked, “So, Peter, which one of those are you?” Peter only glared at him in response, making Sylar miss Claire all the more. She would have gotten the joke. To the border officer, he replied, “No, sir, I don't believe we are.”
The officer nodded again. Following the customary set of questions, he moved on to the last and final one on his clipboard. “Do you have anything to declare?”
Sylar pondered over this for a moment. He always wanted to declare war on a foreign country. It was the first step to taking over the world after all. In his mind though, of all the places to start his rule, the Canadian countryside never quite came up as an option.
Elle interrupted his thoughts, screaming from the backseat. “Officer, these men are trying to kidna-”
Sylar clamped his telekinesis around her jaw, snapping her mouth shut before Elle said another word. She grunted through her teeth but couldn't budge them open. Sylar concentrated and pulled at the corners of her mouth until they twisted up into a grin, an unassuming facade of complacency. The officer looked in the back window at Elle but she was sitting there, perfectly calm as if she'd said nothing out of the ordinary.
“Will there be anything else, sir?” Sylar asked, eager to draw the man's attention away from the woman in the backseat.
“No. Uh..” The officer seemed a bit confused at the strangeness going on inside the car, but let it pass. When Sylar peeked into his thoughts, the officer was muttering something about 'strange Americans'. He checked his clipboard one last time and waved them through. “That'll be all. Welcome to Canada. Please enjoy your stay.”
“Wave to the nice man, Elle.” Sylar made her wiggle her fingers in his direction before releasing her from his control. Her pouting only got worse from then on out.
The Company's International Headquarters was almost as large as any of the others, with probably as many connections and contacts. Sylar drove in easily under the gate after Elle told him the password to gain entrance. She was proving to be useful, when coerced into doing the right thing.
After getting out of the car, he handed Peter the key to Elle's handcuffs. He didn't wait for either of them to catch up before heading to the side door and preparing to blow it off its hinges. Peter messed up his concentration at the critical moment and the door barely moved at all.
“We need to do this in a way that won't alert anyone. The less guards the better chance of everyone walking out of this alive.” Peter said as he wrangled Elle over towards the door. Sylar ground his teeth but let Peter take over. “Elle, what's the password for this door?”
She reluctantly punched in the code and they headed into the bowels of the company. There was one large room, surrounded by an atrium and then a bunch of hallways that led off from it. Guards and scientists could be heard walking around not very far from where they entered. Sylar knew it wouldn't take long before people noticed they were there.
“Which way?” Sylar grabbed the back of her neck unexpectedly, causing her to jump in pain and surprise.
“Claire's in room 126. Down there.” Elle pointed down a hallway and then rubbed her neck when he let her go. “God, were you born this pushy or was it something you grew into? Nevermind. I already know. I read your file.”
“Stay with her.” Sylar told Peter. “Keep the exit clear while I go get Claire. I'll be back in a few minutes. If she tries anything, remember what we talked about and use her weakness against her. And if you have the urge, feel free to kill her.”
..to be continued..
Characters: Sylar, Claire.
Spoilers: Up to Season 2.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2411
Chapter: 24/?
Previously: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23,
Summary: While escaping the Company, Sylar meets up with someone from his past. Together, they must piece together some semblance of normality after years of captivity. Future AU.
“Isn't this ironic, Elle? You brought this handcuffs for me and now I'm using them on you.” Sylar locked her hands behind her and threaded the handcuffs through the seatbelt, making sure Elle wouldn't be able to move from her place in the backseat.
Peter stood beside the open car door, giving Sylar some cover from the attention of passerbys. It's not like the tourists wouldn't know what a pair of handcuffs were used for though. From the random thoughts Sylar kept overhearing, most of the newlywed couples rooming there had a pair hidden away in their suitcases.
Elle wiggled her hands after Sylar was done. The handcuffs made little metallic clinking noises against each other. She was positively stuck. “What if we crash and the car goes up in flames and I need to get out? I don't exactly trust your driving skills.”
“Well, if that happens..” Sylar paused, pretending to think deeply about this possibility before simply shrugging. He gave an offhanded answer. “I suppose you'll die a horrible, miserable, fiery death. I guess you should have thought of that before you and the company kidnapped Claire.”
He slammed her door shut before she could reply. By the time he and Peter were settled in the front seats, Elle was whining again. “Come on, Peter. Help me out here. You don't have to work with Sylar, you know. The company is always willing to take you back. We'll even offer you a nice gig as an agent. You can do what I do, wouldn't that be fun?”
“Trust me, Elle. You're not what I want to turn into. As soon as we get Claire, I'm leaving you as far behind as possible.” Peter shut her down as Sylar pulled out of the parking lot and stopped at the main road. He crossed his arms and starred out the car window.
“Which way do we turn, Elle?” Sylar glanced in the rear view mirror and waited for her to give the first set of directions. A deep frown fell across her face, which at first Sylar mistook for annoyance at having to go along with enemy plans. Then he saw the few tears that followed and knew her mood was caused by Peter's words.
“Turn right. You have to go north on I-91.” Elle told him as she maintained an unfazed disguise as best she could but it was too late to protect her emotions. Sylar saw the truth laid out there before she put the wall back up again. “We'll stay on that road for about two hours.”
After making the turn, Sylar decided then that it might be useful to probe how deep the feelings went on both sides of this equation. After all, there was no use in sitting in a car with his enemies if he couldn't push the chess pieces around. It served them right anyway. Peter was and always had been an ass to Sylar. And Elle was responsible for Claire's disappearance. “So, Peter, was she any good in bed?”
“What?!” An audible gasp came from the backseat as Peter snapped his head around to see Sylar smirking at him. He rolled his eyes and went back to starring out the window, “I'm not answering that.”
Sylar sensed pain behind that avoidance and and knew he was cutting down close to the bone. Good. The presence of still harbored feelings boded well for his plan. “I bet she was worth a good tussle or two under the sheets. Right before you used her and dumped her. Do you think she still cares about you? I bet she cries herself to sleep some nights wondering when her pathetic empath will come back to her.”
“Christ! Can't you ever just shut up?” Peter seethed.
“How about it Elle?” Sylar asked and watched as she squirmed. She was so close to breaking down; he could feel the tension in the air and Sylar loved every second of it. He finally found a way to hurt her, a way to get back at what she did to Claire. “Do you still want him? Be honest. I'm sure given your.. charming.. personality Peter would love to take a bitch like you back.”
Elle grit her teeth and then kicked Sylar seat with her foot. The unexpected motion sent him forward, his chest bumped hard into the steering wheel and his forehead crashed into the front window. Sylar almost lost control of the car as it spun out on the road but managed to maneuver it back into the correct direction using his telekinesis.
“You psycho bitch!” Sylar slammed the controls into park and opened his door, intent on getting out of the car and knocking Elle unconscious. He really didn't not like surprise attacks, not unless he was the one in charge of them. “Are you trying to get us all killed?”
Peter checked himself for damage and then grabbed Sylar's arm before he left the car. “Sylar, this is not the time to start anything with Elle. We still need her to get us to Claire. Get back in the car now!”
Sylar paused in his rage, knowing but hating the fact that Peter was right. Once they got to the company though, all bets were off. He could wait that long, he would look forward to planning how she would die for hurting him and hurting Claire. “Fine.” Sylar telepathically added, “But I still want to know what happened between you two. Call me curious but I think it might help us with Claire.”
Peter sighed and then replied silently, “Me and Elle have a really fucking complicated past, okay? The first time I was taken by the company, she swore she fell in love with me. Of course, love in her world is a twisted shadow of what it should be. When the company took me the second time, Elle said she'd do anything for me. She was fucking obsessed. Not right in the head by any means. I told her a few lies to get her to let me go. I said we'd be together forever, which was exactly what she wanted to hear.”
Sylar laughed as the truth came out. “You know, the prisoners back there tell stories of your great escape. Some of them don't even know your name but your story lives on. Of course, they tell it as an epic tale of how you risked everything and bravely went against the company. They forget the part about how you only slept your way to the top.”
“Oh please,” Peter rolled his eyes. “Like you haven't done that and worse.”
Sylar ignored the pointed comment and then replied. “If things go bad up there, I need you to use that against her. Play against any emotions you think she might have.”
“I was already planning to.”
They seemed to be on the same wavelength, which may have been a sign of a coming apocalypse.
What should have taken three hours by car, Sylar was able to narrow down into one and a half. He pushed the car as fast as it would go, ignoring all speed signs and other cars on the road. Even the few police cars they noticed on the interstate did little to slow him down. His one thought was to get to Claire and take her as far away from the company as possible. The safety of all others on the road, including himself and his passengers, mattered very little in his plans.
“You have to take this exit.”
Sylar followed Elle's directions, turning off and slowing down. A line of toll booths were located right before a large sign that proclaimed 'Welcome to Canada'. If Elle was telling the truth, Primatech's International Headquarters were just over the border and so was Claire. If she wasn't being honest, well then.. Elle was going to die a very unpleasant death. Either way, Sylar would be happy with the result.
Peter leaned forward to read the sign overhead that showed the toll prices. He fished out the correct amount from his pocket and handed it to Sylar. “Do you have a photo id on you? They're going to ask for one.”
“Of course. I stole it off a dead guy.” Sylar yanked the driver's license from his pocket. The picture didn't resemble him at all. He hoped the toll booth operator wouldn't notice the fact that his hair was a different color and his skin much darker than the fellow he had killed in Texas. Sylar didn't want to be slowed down by having to kill one of the rent-a-cop border officers just to enter the godforsaken country.
Elle struggled against her handcuffs, bending sideways to see if she could spot the keyhole on them. She smiled as they arrived as they neared the front of the line for the toll booth. “You just wait until they see that you've got me chained up here. Border officers have guns.. with bullets.. that are going to shoot you dead!”
Sylar smirked and pushed her up straight with his telekinesis. She struggled against his control mentally but physically appeared calm as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Every little muscle was forced into peaceful composure. “If you think an average, normal human is enough to stop me, then you're sadly mistaken, little girl.”
“I need to see a photo id, sir.” A uniformed border officer told him when they pulled up to the window of the toll booth. Sylar pulled it out and handed it over. The man studied it, looking at the card and back up to Sylar, several times as if to check the authenticity of the driver's license.
“Is there a problem, sir?” Sylar asked, putting every bit of acting talent he possessed into appearing humble and gentle. It was occasions like this that made him thank whatever little bit of Gabriel still lingered in the back of his mind. “The license is a little old. I've lost some weight since then.”
“No. No problem.” The officer gave a small, satisfied nod. His life depended on that answer, he would get to live a little while longer in his pathetic mediocre life. All was going according to plan, Sylar just needed to continue the game for a little while longer. After returning the license, the officer asked. “Are you carrying any fruits or vegetables?”
Sylar glanced over at Peter's direction with a small grin. Telepathically, he asked, “So, Peter, which one of those are you?” Peter only glared at him in response, making Sylar miss Claire all the more. She would have gotten the joke. To the border officer, he replied, “No, sir, I don't believe we are.”
The officer nodded again. Following the customary set of questions, he moved on to the last and final one on his clipboard. “Do you have anything to declare?”
Sylar pondered over this for a moment. He always wanted to declare war on a foreign country. It was the first step to taking over the world after all. In his mind though, of all the places to start his rule, the Canadian countryside never quite came up as an option.
Elle interrupted his thoughts, screaming from the backseat. “Officer, these men are trying to kidna-”
Sylar clamped his telekinesis around her jaw, snapping her mouth shut before Elle said another word. She grunted through her teeth but couldn't budge them open. Sylar concentrated and pulled at the corners of her mouth until they twisted up into a grin, an unassuming facade of complacency. The officer looked in the back window at Elle but she was sitting there, perfectly calm as if she'd said nothing out of the ordinary.
“Will there be anything else, sir?” Sylar asked, eager to draw the man's attention away from the woman in the backseat.
“No. Uh..” The officer seemed a bit confused at the strangeness going on inside the car, but let it pass. When Sylar peeked into his thoughts, the officer was muttering something about 'strange Americans'. He checked his clipboard one last time and waved them through. “That'll be all. Welcome to Canada. Please enjoy your stay.”
“Wave to the nice man, Elle.” Sylar made her wiggle her fingers in his direction before releasing her from his control. Her pouting only got worse from then on out.
The Company's International Headquarters was almost as large as any of the others, with probably as many connections and contacts. Sylar drove in easily under the gate after Elle told him the password to gain entrance. She was proving to be useful, when coerced into doing the right thing.
After getting out of the car, he handed Peter the key to Elle's handcuffs. He didn't wait for either of them to catch up before heading to the side door and preparing to blow it off its hinges. Peter messed up his concentration at the critical moment and the door barely moved at all.
“We need to do this in a way that won't alert anyone. The less guards the better chance of everyone walking out of this alive.” Peter said as he wrangled Elle over towards the door. Sylar ground his teeth but let Peter take over. “Elle, what's the password for this door?”
She reluctantly punched in the code and they headed into the bowels of the company. There was one large room, surrounded by an atrium and then a bunch of hallways that led off from it. Guards and scientists could be heard walking around not very far from where they entered. Sylar knew it wouldn't take long before people noticed they were there.
“Which way?” Sylar grabbed the back of her neck unexpectedly, causing her to jump in pain and surprise.
“Claire's in room 126. Down there.” Elle pointed down a hallway and then rubbed her neck when he let her go. “God, were you born this pushy or was it something you grew into? Nevermind. I already know. I read your file.”
“Stay with her.” Sylar told Peter. “Keep the exit clear while I go get Claire. I'll be back in a few minutes. If she tries anything, remember what we talked about and use her weakness against her. And if you have the urge, feel free to kill her.”
..to be continued..