Disclaimer: Let's all say it together shall we, "Heroes does not belong to me, nor does it's characters." Wow, that was depressing.

A/N: Will have spoilers through "Our Father", and tiny ones for "Duel" and the "Fugitives" volume. You have been warned.

Forever the Truth From You

By DianeLyn

Sylar

Lies, lies, lies…that was all they had ever told him. Angela, Arthur, Elle. They smile their pretty little smiles, and then they lie through their pretty little teeth.

Well…two down, one to go. He may be merciful to the other one, depending on how close his Claire had gotten to her grandmother. He hoped not very.

Just thinking her name had a calming influence. Claire. They could lie to him all they wanted, but he would always have the truth of her existence – a companion with which to face the whole of time. It was a comforting notion to say the least.

They were so alike, so hungry for the truth. He remembered how she had kept asking questions even as he took her power. Afterwards, she even stopped him from leaving because she had to know just one more thing. And he told her, of course. There could ever only be truth between them.

It was time to find her again. He wondered if this would be their pattern over the coming years: meet, exchange information, go their separate ways. It would have to be enough, if she never came to want more of a relationship from him. If she did come to want more…well, to tell the truth, he really wouldn't mind.

Claire

She couldn't believe it had come to this. On the run with no one left to trust, no one left to go to. Because people kept insisting on hiding the truth from her, she was now completely alone.

No, wait – she wasn't, not really. Not as long as he was out there in the world.

She had to find him. There seemed to be some kind of connection between the two of them. She didn't know if it was the shared immortality, or the fact that Sylar had always tried to tell her the truth, but he was rapidly becoming the only one she could count on.

And wasn't that screwed up?

Oh, well. It hardly mattered, now. She wanted – no, needed – to know what was going on. She just had to be careful. Sylar tended to confuse her. It wasn't just his honesty, but the way he looked at her, the tone of voice he used when he spoke to her. Like he was treating her with a kind of reverence that was for her alone.

Maybe, along with her other questions, she would ask him what he ultimately wanted from her. She knew he would tell her, but…was she ready to know? Did he want more from her than she was willing to give right now?

There was only one way to find out.