Title: Forget Me Not
Author: Bunny
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Nope, I sincerely do not own this.
Summary: Set around Shadowboxing; Claire discovers an amnesiac Sylar wandering around and takes it upon herself to help him.
A/N: Against my better judgment I am going to start posting this now. It's not all the way done, but I have a very precise outline made up. Also, it won't be update as quickly as Connecting Roses was, but I am going to aim for a week by week update. It's good to have goals in life, yeah? :)
Read between the lines
Of what's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive
And I walk alone.
~ Boulevard of Broken Dreams; Green Day
Prelude
Standing at the doors in her sunny sitting room, Angela clicked the handle to swing them open so she might step into the equally bright hall. A small whimper caused her to look up the staircase to see Claire smiling broadly, holding a small bundle in her arms. Dressed in faded denim and a white top her granddaughter glided down the steps, her attention focused on the item in the white blanket she held. Once she reached the bottom her attention turned to Angela.
"Isn't she lovely?" asked the blonde, holding up the bundle. A corner of the blanket flipped back to reveal the face of a baby, no more than a few days old. Angela's hand touched her chest as she was inexplicably affected by the small child.
As Claire adjusted the infant to cradle to her, the great-grandmother felt the corners of her lips lift. After all the pain and lies and losses, this family was finally getting another chance for a happy, peaceful future. The young woman continued to beam as she took a finger and tapped the baby's nose.
The figure of a tall man suddenly showed up behind Claire and Angela found herself unable to move. She froze when a gasp caught in her throat as Sylar walked up behind the unsuspecting girl. Dressed in a white button up shirt and light khakis he slid to stand behind Claire, placing his hands on her shoulders. His attention was on the infant, putting forth as much smiling attention to her as Claire was. The blonde never looked up to see who held her, apparently comforted by his presence.
Clouds appeared to roll in and the sunny hallway became dark. Angela was still unable to move, but she managed to let out cry of warning towards her granddaughter. The lights in the hallway flickered on and off rapidly causing her to not be able to see what was happening in front of her.
Eventually the lights resumed, significantly dimmer, and Angela collapsed to her knees in horror. Claire now slumped against the wall, her blood streaking the paint and tiles on the floor. Red pooled out from around her and her white clothes were torn and stained beyond recognition. Her face was smeared with fresh blood, jaw slack and eyes glazed over, dead to the world.
Sylar, now dressed head to toe in black, stood looking down at Claire. In his arms he held the infant and the white blanket was covered in bloody stains. Angela could not interpret the blank gaze on his face as he turned and walked out the door.
Jerking awake, Angela let out a small yelp as her hand flew to her chest in a useless attempt to slow her heartbeat. In an attempt to gain her bearings, her head turned from side to side to observe her surroundings. She was safe in her apartment having fallen asleep in an oversized chair reading.
Glancing at her watch she stood to ask for the car to be prepared.
It was definitely time to pay her granddaughter a visit.