Hmm... Not sure why I felt the urge to write this and I don't know yet if I'll write any more for it, depends if anyone actually reads it. I've been really busy lately so this is the first thing I've written in a while, so I think I'm a bit out of practice - let me know what you think.
In the nearly seven hundred years that had passed since little Molly Walker had passed away, and the five hundred since she'd stopped keeping track of the descendents of those she'd known, she'd come across Sylar perhaps 25 times. He remained firmly convinced that one day they would end up together, and maybe that was true - she had started to forgive him for his sins against her, and she knew that in all those seven hundred years he hadn't returned to his old hunting habits.
But even if Sylar had changed that didn't mean she wanted to pursue a relationship with him. They weren't quite the last people on Earth yet.
During her time alive she'd made many friends, even families, but she'd watched all of them grow old and die and it had become too much for even the Cheerleader's optimism. There wasn't anything she could do about it and she thought that maybe it was time to give up for good. She was tired of loving and losing people, even when she resolved not to get too close; she just couldn't help herself.
Someday it would just be her and Sylar, the only two people that had ever heard of Twilight and The Rolling Stones.
And wasn't that just depressing?
Even so, she didn't need to hasten that eventuality. For now there were billions of other people on the planet (and off the planet now) and she was quite happy without him.
Still, it was just her luck to walk into one of the most flirtatious people she'd ever met, even for this day and age (and most people had long since stopped caring about what planet their partner had come from).
"Captain Jack Harkness," He told her, grinning like the cat that had caught the canary. "And who are you?"
Claire couldn't contain her smile, glancing at the Captain's coat - very out of style in this time, but something reminded her of the earlier centuries. Maybe just one more wouldn't hurt.