To YOLO1864, I read 'brave new world' and loved everything about it. I hope you don't mind, I thought that a sequel was due as I'd been given so much inspiration. Let me know what you think!
To EVERYONE ELSE, I did my best as the sequel idea came to me rather quickly and I got to work on it right away. Enjoy and review.
Noah slept beautifully. He never failed to hold tight to his father's finger. Noah was now a year old, and it could clearly be seen that he looked like me. His hair was honey blonde, but there was more than a hint of taking after Sylar. I lay beside the both of them, just watching as they slept. Peter and Emma were together on the futon. Mohinder, Matt and molly were awake and playing monopoly. Hiro and Ando were talking as they tried to make a decent breakfast for everyone. The smell proved that it would taste just fine.
None of us could be sure how safe it was to stay let alone move without the possibility of being caught again. It didn't prove difficult without Micah; he sent money every few months with a little note letting us know he was safe. I thought about contacting my dad to let him know I was ok, but I couldn't risk him tracking me and changing everything I'd fallen in love with. Everything that made me a new person. Sylar played a major part of that, and it made me love him even more.
Noah let out a stifled yawn and Sylar woke to the tiny sound. He looked rather sexy as his hair fell down over his eyes and he looked from Noah to me. Sylar greeted me with a sweet morning kiss that left me wanting more when he pulled away. "I love you." Whispering or not, he used his sound manipulation. "And I love you Claire-bear." I remember hating him so much for teasing me with the nickname my father gave me, but hearing it now made me smile.
Everyone was finally up, and we all sat in our own places when Hiro passed out plates of scrambled eggs and has browns. "Noah's waking up." Emma ate fast and picked him up. Noah gave her a goofy smile as she walked around the room with him. I finished eating and Emma came over to hand him to me. "He's hungry." I carried him into the next room, and began breastfeeding. With the few teeth that were growing in, I mentally decided to use a breast pump and feed Noah with a bottle.
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"Claire?" "Hang on." I'd finished feeding Noah and fixed my shirt before stepping out to see that Sylar looked worried. "Are you ok?" "Hard to say, I saw your dad." "What where?" "In town, and I think he's here to find you." "But how? He can't track me, I don't even have a phone for him to trace." "Let's not forget the work he's known for." "Ok, but what am I, what are we going to do? Should we do anything?" I walked back out with him and put Noah in his crib. "I think the safest thing we can all do is stay inside. No one leaves the building until we know for sure."
Peter came and stood beside me as I watched out the window. "Is there anything I can do to help?" "I'd say you could tell my dad off, but that would go one of two ways. Knowing my dad, I think it's obvious." "I'll go talk to Sylar." "Are you sure?" "Yeah, besides you're dad like me more than him." "Right, good luck with your so called persuasion." Molly ran over to me, hugging my hip. "It's ok Molly." "I know, but just in case." She hugged me tight enough to never want to let go.
"Peter and I are going out. He's meeting up with your father while I stay hidden and listen in." "I know I don't have to say be careful, but be careful." I stood on my toes to kiss him. "I'll be back in one piece, promise." Molly and Emma hugged Peter before he followed Sylar out the door. I stayed at the window watching for anything as they appeared outside and were on their way. "Du…" I turned to face everyone and they all looked back at me. "What?" "No one said anything?" "No." "I heard something though, what was it?" I went over to check on Noah. He was sitting up and then stared at me as I reached in to pick him up. "Dudu." "Oh my god." "Did he?" "Noah, are you trying to say daddy?" "Dada."
I paced more than I ever thought I could. It had been four hours, and I couldn't help but worry like hell. "Shouldn't they be back by now?" "Claire, take a breath. I'm sure they're fine." "But what if something happened? What if my dad…" Of all people, Mohinder slapped me across the face. "Snap out of it. They're capable of anything more than what your father would have available at his fingertips." "I hope you're right. I just want them back. I hate feeling like I can't help at all."
The hours ticked by and I wasn't about to eat or sleep until Gabriel was back in my arms. I hated the feeling that there was any possibility that he was or might be dead. With no way of reaching him, I thought the worst. Long after everyone else went to sleep, I slipped out to go look for them. My dad was not going to do this to me, no one would. Because now more than ever before I had someone to fight for, Gabriel was worth it, my son was worth it.
With no idea where to look, I panned the streets thoroughly. Something suddenly felt familiar and I remembered being here once before with my dad. During one of our vacation trips, he'd shown me an old building that was part of his work. He'd explained it was for scientific experiments. I hurried down the road and turned down an alleyway. Following it, I crossed to the next street and stood in front of the building I saw only once before. It looked rundown now, but I wasn't about to turn back without at least checking.
I covered my nose upon stepping inside. This place smelled horrible, and it just kept getting worse as I went on. However I did hear something that sounded like electricity. It became loud and clear as I focused on where exactly it was coming from. "She'll never forgive you Bennett." "I don't need her forgiveness. She's my daughter and I will protect her no matter what." "Noah don't do this. You're taking a father away from his child. You of all people should know what that feels like." "What are you talking about?" "Claire, your daughter, my niece has a baby."
I stood motionless momentarily. Composing myself, I turned around the corner to see my dad hooking up wires to electrocute Peter and Sylar. "Dad, please." "Claire?" "What, didn't expect me to come save the man I love?" "You don't love him. I'm doing this for you." "You have no idea what you're doing for me. You don't even know me." "I know you better than he ever will." I was in tears and so angry at the man who I called my father. "What's your grandson's name?"
He stared at me baffled and unresponsive. I knew he wouldn't be able to give me an answer. "Let them go." "Why should I? So you can keep making mistakes?" "So I can live my life with someone who cares about my happiness. You say you know me, but you can't even guess your grandson's name." I walked over and began to take off the restraints that held Peter and Sylar down. "Stay out of my life dad, or I'll kill you myself."