"Sleep, Perchance to Dream" - Sylaire one-shot
Fandom: Heroes
Title: Sleep, Perchance to Dream
Characters: Sylar, Claire. Implied Sylaire
Rating: PG
Warnings/Spoilers: Inspiration for this was taken from the sneak peak vid of Ep14, so spoilers/speculation for Vol 4 and definately the end of Ep13 of S3. Only slight.
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes.
Summary: It's the same dream every time, the same ending, the same pair of eyes watching her.
A/N: My first attempt at Sylaire ^^; It's only little, but I hope it's alright.
Every night, without fail, Claire wakes up in a cold sweat, shivering, pulling the covers closer around her and moving her lank hair away from her face. It’s the same dream every time: Primatech, the explosion, her mother’s desperate eyes, seeing the building consumed with flames that reach into the sky.
A body rising out of the blaze, shrouded in smoke, eyes boring right into hers:
“Ready or not, Claire, here I come.”
Heart beating a thousand miles a minute, she wakes up, suppressing a cry that would surely echo around the corridors of the Petrelli mansion. She gets up and pads across the floor to the window, tugging back the lace curtains and glancing furtively around.
An owl hoots in the night, the sky is a smattering of stars and clouds. No murderers tonight.
Still, the girl can’t help but shudder, something nagging at the back of her mind. She may not have prophetic dreams, like Angela, but she just knows the man who haunts her dreams is not dead in the ground; he’s here, right now, watching her.
Strangely enough, that thought does not repulse her as much as she thought it would, and maybe that’s why she feels even more disgusted with herself. There’s something morbidly fascinating about Gabriel Gray, some kind of spark that she’d seen in his eyes when he finally got what he wanted in Costa Verde, a sort of…connection between them.
Not like her and Peter, oh no, that is a connection of life. She and Sylar are intertwined in death; twisted together because of the path life has chosen for them, because of his obsession with her and the ability she possesses within her skull. Both adopted, both deceived by those they loved, both searching for the truth.
As she sinks back into her bed, the cool cotton sheets soothing against her warm skin, Claire swears she sees a shadow flicker against the window-pane, a whisper of a man behind the glass. Part of her wants to call for Peter, her hero, to save the day once more; the other part is strangely content.
A sinister guardian angel he may be, but Claire Bennet sleeps peacefully for the rest of that night.