Sylar/Claire Fan Fiction : And He Will Beg For Her
Title : And He Will Beg For Her
Author : Catie Page [talkingmetaphor]
Disclaimer : Characters do not belong to nor were they created by me. I just manipulate them like marionettes and hope for the best.
Word Count : 884
Setting : Some time after five years gone.
Genre : Drama, AU, Drabble [-1000 words]
Rating : PG13
Characters : Claire, Sylar
Summary : A girl who envies the stars denies a boy who is the origin point for disappointment.
Written For :
Spoiler Alert : The fiction is spoiler free.
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And He Will Beg For Her
by Catie Paige
She drove an El Camino these days. Is was the color of a new highway but dented and rusted like Route 66. Her hair was still blonde, still long, still wavy. She was still the come-to-life Barbie that REBEL counted on and often. She was still built like a cheer leader, still tired of running, still annoyed with family.
Claire lay in the bed of her car, a random item of clothing propped her head up to a comfortable angle. She mused momentarily about how she wished it was a man’s arm that comforted her rather than a piece of cloth. As she stared up at the stars she felt a little if not a lot of envy. “You’re so out of the way, so above this petty mess of living. You just get to shine and wait.” And it was then that her gut seemed to lack the sensation of longing; that her mind seemed to lack distraction.
“I hear you need a cuddle buddy.” Sylar’s voice had a tone that only he could manage, like life was one big inside joke. No longer did he play president, the government had fallen years ago, now there were companies and mock militias and a new kind of racism. He was still tall, still dark, still aging like a fine and bitter wine. He still made a hobby out of fixing watches, still toyed with people’s ambitions, still disappointed himself.
He stood, leaning against the driver’s side door. His gaze was resting where the sky kissed the ground until he glanced at Claire who had been catching his eye more often.
“Does Parkman know you took his ability, or are you still a coward?” she asked with a voice surprisingly indifferent.
“He was on his death bed, I figured he wouldn’t want his mind going to waste with his body.” He said calmly, he was always placid with her… well for the most part anyways.
“So you’re lazy now too. Well, that’s always good to know.” She said with small laugh punctuating her statement.
“Someone is awfully snarky tonight. No need to stab me with that dagger you’ve replaced your tongue with. It never has done you any good.” He said with a cold smirk that only turned his warning into a promise with potential.
It’s bad enough my intuition is a compass for you but now there’s always this longing… she thought. She’d never say it out loud but she needed him to know, needed someone to know.
He teleported, an ability he had been fond of lately, and in seconds was next her. Laying on his side and brushing a strand of hair out her face. “You could just give in…”
She shut her eyes, they did not flutter. His hot breath on her skin, his fingertips brushing her face, his warmth against her body. “Get out. You disgust me and I hate that you mark the place where I exist. Leave and maybe I can figure out how to die in peace.”
His hands grew still and he tensed. One of them, perhaps both of them, was lucky that she was not a good conductor of disappointment. “You don’t mean it.”
“Yes, I most certainly do. Just because I have a longing that you quench doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy time better without you. I don’t ache for you and I most definitely don’t love you.” She said angrily. And then her throat hurt, out of nowhere there was pressure and panic. Her mind still thought she could die and so a lack of oxygen sent her into a primitive panic.
He was above her, his weight holding her down. He pinned her arms above her shoulders. He kissed her and as his lips met hers she could breathe, her body sent into a reflexive sense of relief and for a moment she gave in.
He let her go and soon he was standing, feet on the ground, as he looked at her. He said “Someday this life you lead will strangle you and I’ll show up. You’ll fight but altogether you will fall. For your sake, I hope I still want to catch you.”
Claire sat up angry and better than him. “I don’t need an ability to know that’s a lie. At least, you don’t believe it’s true.” She chuckled and glanced over at nothing before looking back at him. “No wonder you’ve always been so good at disappointing yourself, you wear gullibility like it’s a fine tailored suit.”
He stood, contemplating and defeated. He had the power to make her what he wanted, to cure his lust but half the fun of Claire was the struggle. “Maybe but I figure that believing anything with a clever mind is better than believing nothing with a bitter soul.” And with that he walked away.
And with that she lay back down and resumed star watching, now more jealous than she was before as the longing returned and the distraction ruined her consentration.
Author : Catie Page [talkingmetaphor]
Disclaimer : Characters do not belong to nor were they created by me. I just manipulate them like marionettes and hope for the best.
Word Count : 884
Setting : Some time after five years gone.
Genre : Drama, AU, Drabble [-1000 words]
Rating : PG13
Characters : Claire, Sylar
Summary : A girl who envies the stars denies a boy who is the origin point for disappointment.
Written For :
Spoiler Alert : The fiction is spoiler free.
Beta :
And He Will Beg For Her
by Catie Paige
She drove an El Camino these days. Is was the color of a new highway but dented and rusted like Route 66. Her hair was still blonde, still long, still wavy. She was still the come-to-life Barbie that REBEL counted on and often. She was still built like a cheer leader, still tired of running, still annoyed with family.
Claire lay in the bed of her car, a random item of clothing propped her head up to a comfortable angle. She mused momentarily about how she wished it was a man’s arm that comforted her rather than a piece of cloth. As she stared up at the stars she felt a little if not a lot of envy. “You’re so out of the way, so above this petty mess of living. You just get to shine and wait.” And it was then that her gut seemed to lack the sensation of longing; that her mind seemed to lack distraction.
“I hear you need a cuddle buddy.” Sylar’s voice had a tone that only he could manage, like life was one big inside joke. No longer did he play president, the government had fallen years ago, now there were companies and mock militias and a new kind of racism. He was still tall, still dark, still aging like a fine and bitter wine. He still made a hobby out of fixing watches, still toyed with people’s ambitions, still disappointed himself.
He stood, leaning against the driver’s side door. His gaze was resting where the sky kissed the ground until he glanced at Claire who had been catching his eye more often.
“Does Parkman know you took his ability, or are you still a coward?” she asked with a voice surprisingly indifferent.
“He was on his death bed, I figured he wouldn’t want his mind going to waste with his body.” He said calmly, he was always placid with her… well for the most part anyways.
“So you’re lazy now too. Well, that’s always good to know.” She said with small laugh punctuating her statement.
“Someone is awfully snarky tonight. No need to stab me with that dagger you’ve replaced your tongue with. It never has done you any good.” He said with a cold smirk that only turned his warning into a promise with potential.
It’s bad enough my intuition is a compass for you but now there’s always this longing… she thought. She’d never say it out loud but she needed him to know, needed someone to know.
He teleported, an ability he had been fond of lately, and in seconds was next her. Laying on his side and brushing a strand of hair out her face. “You could just give in…”
She shut her eyes, they did not flutter. His hot breath on her skin, his fingertips brushing her face, his warmth against her body. “Get out. You disgust me and I hate that you mark the place where I exist. Leave and maybe I can figure out how to die in peace.”
His hands grew still and he tensed. One of them, perhaps both of them, was lucky that she was not a good conductor of disappointment. “You don’t mean it.”
“Yes, I most certainly do. Just because I have a longing that you quench doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy time better without you. I don’t ache for you and I most definitely don’t love you.” She said angrily. And then her throat hurt, out of nowhere there was pressure and panic. Her mind still thought she could die and so a lack of oxygen sent her into a primitive panic.
He was above her, his weight holding her down. He pinned her arms above her shoulders. He kissed her and as his lips met hers she could breathe, her body sent into a reflexive sense of relief and for a moment she gave in.
He let her go and soon he was standing, feet on the ground, as he looked at her. He said “Someday this life you lead will strangle you and I’ll show up. You’ll fight but altogether you will fall. For your sake, I hope I still want to catch you.”
Claire sat up angry and better than him. “I don’t need an ability to know that’s a lie. At least, you don’t believe it’s true.” She chuckled and glanced over at nothing before looking back at him. “No wonder you’ve always been so good at disappointing yourself, you wear gullibility like it’s a fine tailored suit.”
He stood, contemplating and defeated. He had the power to make her what he wanted, to cure his lust but half the fun of Claire was the struggle. “Maybe but I figure that believing anything with a clever mind is better than believing nothing with a bitter soul.” And with that he walked away.
And with that she lay back down and resumed star watching, now more jealous than she was before as the longing returned and the distraction ruined her consentration.