Title: Mr. Gray
Chapter Two: Theory
Couple: Sylaire (Sylar/Gabriel GrayxClaire)
Rating: Debatably K+
Summary: Mr. Gray teaches Claire Bennet how to act natural.
Spoilers: Seriously, just their names. And ya know, who they are, what power they have, blahblahblah, basic things.
Disclaimer: I own Heroes. No, I joke. I don't even own Season 1 on DVD. It's rather pathetic. Not even a t-shirt. Damn, now I want a t-shirt …
Author's Note:I'm writing this before anything has happened on FF. I had to be sure that if someone DID enjoy it, I'd have a second chapter to share … And even then I probably won't … *swings legs* tralalala. I just totally talked lovingly ("Urgh, I love you!" "Probably the only guy I'll ever call attractive!" embarrassingly etc.) about Zachary Quinto accidently in front of my half-asleep brother. *please don't remember this moment; I would die of shame*
Mr. Gray
Chapter 2: Theory
Claire's whole body froze. No. He wasn't here. Claire had been so careful. He couldn't have found her. No way. Sylar was not here. But …
Gray, the name was familiar. Gabriel Gray. It was him. How? How could he have found her? There was no way. The eyes, deep brown. The hair, nearly black and perfectly skewed. The skin, lightly pale. The clothes, always dark. He was back. But why?
"Your teacher, Miss … Zings, was it? Yes, Miss Zings is currently occupied—" He gave a meaningful look at Claire. Her breath momentarily stopped in her lungs. "—at the moment and I will be subbing for her today. She has kindly left a movie for us to watch." Sylar grinned to the class as they gave appreciative murmurs and silent swoons at his perfectly white teeth. As much as Claire liked Miss Zings, she could admit that the woman was a tight-wad. Never had they been so lucky as to have a substitute. Movies beat four page homework assignments that lasted two hours any day. "The sheet says to keep you in order, but you see, I'm a pretty relaxed guy. Go ahead and sit wherever is comfortable." At this, he dismissed the class by starting the video and opening a large book in front of his face.
Claire stood up from her chair quickly with her side-bag at hand. She moved to sit straight next to Margaret, as if the petite girl would save her from Sylar. Margaret moved her things from the empty desk next to her while typing out a length text to her boyfriend. Margaret was in the absolutely obsessive state of relationship. It wasn't uncommon for the two of them to go running down the halls for a simple hug and a 'hello.'
Even so, Margaret whispered to Claire, "Ain't he just a dreamboat?" She giggled furiously behind her cellphone. Claire rolled her eyes. Margaret had the strangest terms.
"Sure." Claire decided to humor her. As Margaret prepared her answer, Sylar's head lifted from his book.
"Try not to gossip while the movie is playing."
Margaret's laughter became slightly nervous. "We'll try, Mr. Gray." Sylar grinned at that. When he lifted the hefty book back upward, Claire could swear she heard him say, "I could get used to that." But it had to have been her imagination.
The movie was utterly boring. But again, Claire could live with that. Genes floated around on the screen while a British man attempted to teach them about semi-new things. DNA, RNA, it could've been Calculus for all Claire knew. Sure she'd learned this several times before, but that hardly mattered when every year they upped the level of learning. It was so much more in depth this time around. Claire's green eyes were just starting to droop when a voice flittered in her ear.
"Claire."
She looked at Margaret. "What?"
Her friend gave her a look. "I didn't say anything, sweet-pea."
"Oh. Thought you did. My bad." Claire looked back at the projector screen, witnessing chromosomes splitting.
"Claire."
She glanced back at Margaret, who was staring out the window. Yes, trees were very interesting, Claire supposed. "Did you say something?"
Margaret's brown eyes scrunched. "Nope again, my sugar-snap."
"Huh."
Laughter echoed in Claire's ear.
Claire recognized that laughter. How could she not after the several times it had occurred? Now she understood it all. Her green eyes stared straight at the stupid book cover. Two dark brown eyes peeked from above it, gleaming with delight. A page turned.
"Claire, I have a theory," Sylar spoke into her ear. That damn sound manipulation. Sylar could always find some sketchy way to use a power against others.
"And what would that be, Mr. Gray?" Claire spoke silently under her breath. His sensitive—Claire was surprised that term could even be used to described Sylar—hearing would be able to pick it up.
"My theory? Well, it's easy Claire. By the end of this hour, you'll be mine."
