Sylar: Muahaha! I have a new, less pathetic, sidekick!

Claire: I am NOT your sidekick!

Sylar: Fine then, advisor. You're supposed to stop me from doing anything stupid, right?

Claire: What advice can I give you other than kiss my ass, Sylar?

Peter: Hey! That's MY line!

Candy: That's one of my favorite lines in the WHOLE SERIES!!! LOL!

Peter: Am I even going to be in this story at all?

Candy: At some point. No clue when.

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Sylar heard rapid footsteps and Claire threw the door open. She let out a little scream when she saw Sylar's half glare-half smile. "You coming cheerleader?"

"Like you're giving me a choice? I don't need a psychotic killer on the rampage and you seem willing to change. It's easier than killing you."


"Don't bet on it. Let's go."

"So... are we there yet?" Claire asked.

"No." Sylar said, his knuckles turning white. Claire had been playing this "game" with him for over an hour. Yes, she technically had agreed to help him, but did that mean she was going to let him enjoy it? Hell no.

"How about now?" she asked patronizingly. Glancing over, she smirked when she saw Sylar's hands tightening on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white from the effort. Deciding to needle him some more, she let up a loud sigh and asked in her most condescending tone, "Do you even know where we're going...?"

"Shut up!" Sylar finally said, slamming his hands on the steering wheel. Unfortunately, he put a little too much strength to it. The steering wheel broke off with a loud crack and the car skidded off the road.

"Goddammit, Sylar,! Ddo you have to destroy everything you touch?!" Claire yelled indignantly. She could feel the bones that had just broken from the impact making their repairs and for some reason that just pissed her off more. "Tell me something." Claire began as she turned towards Sylar, dangerously close to him and gave him a little push for emphasis. "Did you even know the name of the person you killed for that ability? Did they have a family? What was their job? Or did you just know their power you little son of a--"

"His name was Jackson Strauss, age 35. He was recently divorced on terms of abuse. No children except for the one he accidentally killed after a particularly violent beating. His job?" Sylar gave Claire a little shove back. "An escaped convict. Charged for abuse, thievery, and...rape."

Claire stared back with a horrified expression. Sylar gave a harsh and bitter laugh. "A lot's changed, hasn't it cheerleader? I do my homework. And in a weird sort of way," He cocked his head to the side, and Claire could feel herself shrinking under his gaze. "I'm the hero, now aren't I?"

He slammed the door, walked out of the car, and began to walk off in the opposite direction of the road towards a dilapidated shack. Claire realized that rainclouds were beginning to gather in the sky and followed suit, struggling out of the crushed car. She broke out into a run when Sylar didn't wait up for her.

"Hey.! I'm sorry, okay?" she said when she caught up to him.

"Don't be. I get where you come from in not trusting me," he said smoothly. Sylar really did. In fact he preferred it; it would ensure that she wouldn't let him do anything that, well, a serial killer would do.

Claire and Sylar stepped into the shack and began to wait until the storm passed. For the moment though, they sat in a tense silence.

"So..." Claire said, trying to start a conversation. Silence bothered her and Sylar's silence was even more disturbing.

"Don't." Sylar said.

"Don't what?"

"Don't...try. You hate me. I didn't drag you along to try to make you my friend." Sylar waved his hand tiredly. Truthfully, he didn't care if Claire hated him or not. He didn't.

"I don't hate you," Claire said. Sylar looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Okay, well maybe I do. Can you really blame me? But… Sometimes you're tolerable, " she grinned.

"It's okay to hate me. Hate is a...passionate emotion," Sylar smirked.

"Shut up," Claire said, lightly shoving him. She didn't realize how close they were sitting. She subtly shifted away; not even Sylar noticed. "Why did you need me anyways?" she asked.

Sylar paused to think. "I needed someone who: one, couldn't kill me; two, who I couldn't kill; and three, who didn't trust me. If someone were all three of those things, they could help me to change. You just fit the bill." He shrugged.

"What about Adam?" Claire asked.

"He's too manipulative. And he would be all for the killing of the people. He'd probably encourage me."

"Then how about Peter?"

Sylar just looked at her. "Oh yeah, because that whole 'kill Sylar, then think' motto of his doesn't violate the first requirement at all." he said sarcastically.

"Oh." Claire said. She stared at the floor, the silence nearly suffocating her. The pattering sounds of the rain hitting the roof was all that could be heard.

"Why do you want to change anyways?" Claire asked.

"Why do you want to help people?" Sylar rebutted. The odd timing of the question startled her.

"Wh-what does that have to do with anything?" Claire stuttered, nervous.

"Don't want to answer?" Sylar smirked; the game of 'make the cheerleader break down' was back on.

"I...I guess it just compensates for what a crappy life I've been having lately," Claire said, shocking Sylar with her honesty. "I think it's like...if I give all these other people a chance at a normal life, I'd be...I don't know, living through them, you know?" Sylar chuckled. "What?" Claire asked.

"Nothing," Sylar said, still wolfishly grinning. "It's just I killed people because I had such a crappy life. Sure, there was that whole 'hunger' aspect of my power, but I think the bigger part was that I was jealous."

"Of what?" Claire asked cautiously. She knew that she was quickly approaching a dangerous zone, and an angry Sylar was, as much as she hated to admit it, a very scary Sylar.

Sylar frowned at the question, but answered it nonetheless. "The powers they had, the lives they were living… anything, really. Their lives were probably so cheerful compared to both of ours. And some of them-" Sylar broke off, shaking his head, "didn't even want their powers. Why wouldn't they want something so amazing, so special as them?" Sylar said.

"I didn't want mine." Claire said. "Not at first. Maybe you should have given them a chance."

"Shut up, Claire." Sylar breathed.

"I didn't. I was an ordinary high school girl. Anything different was freakish. Turns out that's what we are though, isn't it? Freaks." Claire said.

"Stop it. My outlook on us isn't so great, but yours is even worse."

"Well, what's yours then?" Claire said.

"That's easy," he grinned. "I am the predator. You are the missing link. They are the prey."

"They being everyone else...?" she tentatively asked.

"That's right."

"Your outlook on life sucks, Sylar." Claire said, rolling her eyes.


Sylar snorted, "You asked, cheerleader. Who said I needed your approval anyway?"

Candy: Oh my god, that is so long, I'm awesome!

Sylar: You forgot modest.

Luke: But...that wasn't modest at all!

-everyone looks at Luke's stupidity.

Claire: That's the point retard!

Luke: That's so mean! Maybe you could-

-Peter flies in-

Peter: Stay away from my niece!

Sylar: Eww, I'm not an incest fan, go away.

Claire: It's okay Peter, you can stay.

-Sylar inwardly sobs.-

Candy: -_-' I've decided to name this place OOC corner :D in case anyone cares :P

Everyone else: They don't.

Candy: Sob! R&R plz :D