Selfish
AN/ Ok, don't ask, I had written this right after that episode, and figured I never do Heroes (though I've got like 5 stories waiting to be finished on my computer)...Um, it's not great, but I haven't been here in a while, and this story probably won't be relevant seeing as how these past episodes have been going. Ok, time to shut up, Enjoy?
She leaned her head back and shook her hair, water droplets flying everywhere. She sighed unhappily, and turned off the water. She exited the shower and wrapped a towel around her cold body. She grabbed her shower pail and left the bathroom. She entered her room and stood in the doorway. Gretchen.
The girl was still sprawled across her entire bed, surprisingly at peace, even though there was an attempt at her life earlier that week. Claire placed her shower supplies on the floor quietly and padded over to her bed. She sat down, returning to the feeling she had when Gretchen had asked, "You're not…a virgin, are you?"
She smiled sadly at the sleeping girl. This was the closest she had felt to anyone in a long time, and yet there was that constant nagging feeling. It wouldn't last. She sighed once more. The strangest part about the way she was feeling was that Sylar's face continued to flash up at that revelation. She couldn't help but think he was right. Had been right.
The part that made her the saddest was that the one person that would always be there was now dead. The one that had offered to spend eternity with her was dead. The one person she thought of at the question of her virginity was dead.
She shook her head once more, the little water left on her hair flying off. She couldn't think like that. He was the enemy. Had been the enemy.
Yet she wished that he were alive.
Gretchen stirred in her sleep. Sure they were the best of friends now, and she was somewhat attracted to her, and yet…
Claire was the only one who would live forever, and now there was no one left to share forever with. Not an enemy, not a friend, not a lover. She fell back on her bed, letting out a frustrated groan. He was dead, deceased, departed, finished, gone. She was happy. She had to be happy. She should've been happy. She was lonely.
She shut her eyes, and his face was there. She opened her eyes quickly. She had been repulsed at his proposal. But somehow the saying 'you don't know what you've got 'till its gone' seemed to fit this scenario. Now that she had no serial killer to exist with her forever, she wished back his proposal, she wished him back. She was selfish. He had killed hundreds of people, yet she wanted just one person who would understand her, and remember the past with her as they lived surrounded by flying cars.
Gretchen sat up. Claire sighed again. Gretchen understood her, Peter, her dad…but it didn't keep them living forever. They would still be gone by the time she celebrated her 100th birthday, she'd have to replace them over and over and over again.
"Good morning…" her roommate said sleepily. Claire put on her happy face and sat up.
AN/ Ok, final one I swear. Would anyone like me to continue? I have vague ideas of maybe a chapter in which Claire's wish gets granted, but knowing me and my updating, it would be a wait...let me know what you think by pressing that conveniently large button below!
