Proposal
I do not own Heroes.
This is Sylar, right?
Claire isn't even sure. Who is this man? The Sylar she knew, the one who attacked when she still donned the cheerleader skirts and pom poms, he isn't the man next to her, glass in hand, asking her about one of the most uncomfortable topics he could ever pick.
Did Sylar even think this through? She supposes she could be rude and act like this slap dash proposal is so beneath her, but it isn't even worth acting out. Sylar. Really. If he wasn't so creepy, she probably would have said sorry, but he tried to kill her twice and she doesn't owe him any favors.
"No." His face doesn't change, but she knows that face all to well. Millions of boys before him have made that face before and she is wise to the bargaining that will come next. It will be all pleases, I will always love you, and I'll be the best you ever had (Stupid Robbie didn't even know how to kiss with tongue). She waits and knows she will have to diffuse the bomb of emotion quickly. He isn't a tenth grade boy though, so she doesn't have to be gentle.
It doesn't come. She looks at him with critical eyes, and he just looks at her, just looks at her like something, something she can't place. He doesn't whine, just looks and then smiles.
"I thought you might say something like that Claire." The way he says her name, it's like ice down her back, slippery and cold, making her shiver. His fingers are at a respectful distance, but they dance down and touch her knee. "I thought about this a lot you know."
"I can so tell." She can't help it, the words just spout out, "The quick steal, the haphazard choosing of hotels, oh yeah Sylar, this must have taken years to plan."
"It did." He rubs his thumb over her knee cap and place his glass down. She notices that her glass is still in her hand, her fingers clutching the fragile material as if it is his neck and it just needs one more squeeze before it snaps and the red liquid will fall all over the pretty carpet. "Years and years to think of whom I could spend all the years of my life with, who would stay and not leave me, wouldn't be a fragile little nothing. Years and I decided last night it was you. I want you, you Claire."
"Don't call me that."
"Okay. Claire-bear. Cheerleader. Mom. I don't know. I really don't know what anything is anymore, but I do know that eventually, you are going to have to get used to me. I'm staying here for a long time and so are you. One of us needs to put forth the effort."
"Oh, and I suppose you will. So valiant. You're my hero. Here, let me swoon from your admission that we should settle on each other, just because everyone else will die."
Sylar grins and Claire thinks for a scare second that it looks sweet, not scary, before remembering the wine glass, the hand, and the proposal. Her face sets into a frown.
"I will. I will until you say yes. I don't know if you understand how persistent I can be."
Claire thinks she can. They are, she admits begrudgingly, very similar.
"Fine. You can try. I will not say yes."
"I bet you will say yes. I bet you will say yes after years and years pass and no one you love stays around long enough to make you feel complete and eventually, you will have to settle. And like it."
Peter and Nathan are taking their sweet time aren't they? She glares at him and says, with what she thinks is a very definite tone, "No. Never. Ever."
He laughs (laughs, the nerve) and smiles at her, his lips smiling in a way she finds disturbingly pleasant.
"Okay Miss Bennet, but eventually it won't be a no. I'll make sure of it."
Claire glares, but deep down, she thinks that he just might make good on that.
A.N. Oh Sylar. You silly boo. Claire still has to get over the many other boys she yet to fall haphazardly in love with.
I might write one from Sylar's POV, but, idk.
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