Inspired by the song "Forgiven" from Skillet
Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Heroes, just my creativity for it.
I used to spend all my time waiting for a second chance at life, to somehow do it all over again. But then again I didn't want to change a thing because then I wouldn't be the person I am now. Of all the people I could have avoided in life if only I'd known to be aware of them, of who they were I wouldn't be standing in the same room with the one person who made me the way I am today. "Do you know how much I'd love to kill you?"
I inched closer, contemplating pushing Sylar out the window. "I know you must hate me." "You killed my father!" "Nathan. It seems like a lifetime ago." He moved too fast and had used one of his many abilities to keep me from moving. "They told me I need a connection. A friend. I don't want to be alone, Claire." Before I could completely process his words, Sylar rolled up his sleeve showing me my own face in ink on his forearm.
"This is my life; you're supposed to help me. I've evolved as our friend Lydia inadvertently shared and gave me her ability. She could read someone just by touching them. See into the very depths of their soul. Of course her methods were a little hyper-erotic." "Why would I help you when you're so determined to kill anyone in your path?" "I don't have to kill anyone Claire, I don't want to. But I still need you."
"What could there possibly be for me to do to make you feel redeemed?" He reached his hand out and I couldn't move back or away from him. "I'm not going to hurt you Claire." Taking my hand, he closed his eyes and focused. For the oddest of reasons, I felt myself relax, but then I realized it was Sylar's hold on me that was slipping. If I wanted to I could pull away and stab the pencil I'd been holding, into his eye and run. "You haven't felt pain. Not since I took your ability."
"I'm sorry Claire, but I need more." Sylar once again, focused on me and kept a firm hold as he closed the space between us. I caught my breath and let it out slowly from how close we were. The last time he'd been this close, he cut my head open. However my body reacted differently from what I was thinking. My face grew hot and my hands felt almost sweaty. Sylar looked down at me; his eyes had never looked so soft and sweet before.
They'd always been dark and evil. Now as I looked back at him, he raised a hand to tuck my hair away behind one ear and then gently took my neck to hold onto. My breathing increased and my heart pounded as I suddenly realized what he was about to do. Leaning his head down, I averted my eyes to his lips, they looked soft and inviting.
But how could I kiss him back when he was once again taking something that wasn't his to take? As my breath left me once again, I finally felt his lips pressing against mine, they were indeed taking me over. His other hand worked its way to my waist, and I again felt his hold release, but this kiss was developing to my body and I reacted in a way I never thought possible for me to ever do. I kissed him back.
Sylar had insistently pulled back, surprised by my actions towards him but his lips were still so close that I dared to lean forward and kiss them again. Sylar had become intoxicating. "Claire Bennett, you've been holding out on me." "What do you mean?" "You use this gift, this curse whatever it is to build walls. Make it impossible to connect with another person. You're like me." "I'm nothing like you Sylar."
"You do what I do." "Yes, we have a few arbitrary similarities between us but that doesn't change anything." "My point is that they're not. They're formative. And I'm surprised by you, kissing me back when I only came here for answers." "You didn't kiss me just because you needed answers; you did it because you could." "And what if I do it again?" He was toying with me now as his hand moved from my neck down to my side, just below my breasts. "You'd be surprised by the results."
Every time I'd seen him smile, there was always a hint of a smirk and not so good intentions behind it. Now, as he smiled at me it was… genuine. Sylar's lips found mine again and without thinking, my arms moved of their own accord and wrapped around his neck grabbing the back of his hair and weaving my fingers through it. As I kissed him, all my thoughts came rushing through my mind. How could I forgive him for the things he's done? Why had I ever wanted to kiss him? What would make me change my mind that he could be good?
"Claire." Sylar pulled away, whispering my name into my ear. Everything about me tingled from the effect he had. "I know you still hate me." "Sylar…" "I just need to know that someday, even if it's a hundred years from now, that you'll forgive me." I've always understood that he had a sense of what he thought was right in the things that he did, and I can't ever make him apologize for that. This part of him that was exposed to me was truly him at his core. It wasn't Sylar that I saw, it was Gabriel.
I yearned for it so much, to have someone like me to understand everything. Gabriel was that person, and for so long I hated him because he wanted us to be alike. There was so much truth behind his words that I touched his face. He looked back at me and I could see all the hurt, all the pain like it wasn't just his or mine, but it became ours. I put my lips to his and kissed him sweetly. Still not letting go of his face, I looked back at him. "I can forgive you Gabriel."