Stepping out into the cold hallway, in nothing but his wife-beater and briefs, shivering a bit, he notices her sitting on the couch, knees drawn up to her chest. He can see the worry in her eyes as well as the lack of sleep from these last couple of days. It hurts him to know that he caused her distress, along with the fact that he doesn't know what to say or do to make it better. So, he just leans against the wall, closes his eyes and tries once again to remember...
Her smile.
It's the only thing he can recall Other than the safe feeling he gets whenever she is around. If it wasn't for that, he probably would of never came home with her that night.
..I have to do something. He concludes.
He walks over, sitting down right beside her, not surprised a bit when she wasn't startled.
"Hi." Claire says a bit sadly, as he places soft kisses to her neck.
"I'm sorry," sylar whispers into her ear, trying to console her, but all she does is nod, takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. She's trying really hard not to fall apart in front of him, and its taking a lot of effort.
"I love you, Claire." That, is one thing, he knows for certain is real.
Again, all she does is nod. I can take a hint, he thinks, as he reluctantly gets up and starts walking, more like dragging himself, back to bed.
Her eyes were watering and as hard as she tried her vision just kept getting blurrier. She can't hold it in anymore. And she let out a very quiet cry. Sylar froze in place.
"I'm scared, w..why..did this happ-" she sobbed.
Oh no. knew this would happen sooner or later..I'm sorry.. I'm So sorry...It's all my fault. He felt like banging his head against a wall
"Claire..I'm s-" sylar started but Claire silenced him.
"I'm scared..Mo..Mohinder said you should have regained your memories by now..as w-" She trailed off. As well as your powers. "So why?"
as well? He mentally finished. What else should I be getting back? he gave her a perplexed look, and then she noticed her mistake, her tears coming to a stop, sadness replaced with apprehension. Shit. Come on claire. Hurry, just ignore it and continue. Hopefully he won't notice.
"So why haven't you..?" she continued.
"listen, I know Mohinder is your friend, bu-"
"Our friend.." Claire cut off once again.
"..okay, fine." he shook his head, "he's our friend, but he is not a doctor, Claire. Why did you believe him?" not realizing his voice had been rising louder than he wished it to be until he saw Claire's blank expression and wide eyes. Sylar sighed and looked down towards the wooden flooring. He was not sure, whether he was angry at Mohinder for giving Claire false hopes of his own recovery, or, if he was mad at himself for remembering absolutely nothing. Maybe..maybe I'm just not trying hard enough.
He looked back up at her, "speaking of doctors, I think it's about time I see one, dont you think?"
No! he can't, they'll find out about all of us... and he'll find out what he can do. She just stared at him uneasily.
A/N: Okay. so after reading so many Sylaire Fanficiton out there, I have finally decided to write my own. Any mistakes that you see here are mine xP. I am absolutely horrible at writing, but i thought i would give it a try anyway. Please, please review .;; I want to know what you guys think, you can be as brutal as you like with criticism..as long as its helpful... and let me know if you want me to continue...though i'm pretty sure that is unlikely T_T
anyways. this story was slightly inspired by The Empty Room, (by germanjj at LJ) specifically a certain scene, which made me come up with this chapter.