AN/ I'm sorry if this one seems rushed or kind of choppy, I was working on it in short bursts of time that I had. Before I start, I just want to say that I was watching the last 2 episodes because I had missed them and all I could do was yell 'I knew it! I KNEW it!' At the computer screen. I'm guessing it's because I'm really cool?
He watched the news uninterestedly. Of course there'd be no news of his reappearance, they had hushed up the whole government 'special people relocation' thing. He shut off the T.V. and leaned back in the dusty recliner. Nobody had thought to look here. In his dead mother's apartment. He sighed and heard the microwave ping. He left the chair and walked over to the machine, opening it and taking out leftover Chinese.
He hadn't attempted to kill anyone else since that night, and that was weeks ago. He would almost think they stopped searching for him. But he knew better. He picked at his lo mein thoughtfully. He was normal again. Sylar would have hated that.
Claire was packing the remainder of her belongings. It was the end of the first term and she wasn't returning. After Gretchen left she had made no new friends, her classes were uninteresting, her dad was always hovering and she was better than all of it. She sighed and placed her desk lamp in a cardboard box. She wasn't too upset at leaving her 'normal' life. Normal wasn't for her.
Gabriel walked through Central Park. Hands in his pockets, staring at the clear sky and whistling. He may not be special to anyone else, but he knew he was special and he knew he hadn't been this carefree in a long time. He bought an ice-cream from a kiosk and continued on his way. He sat on a bench and watched people play a game of Frisbee. He messed around with the players by using his telekinesis to move the Frisbee off course in the last second. Well you couldn't expect him to be a complete angel!
Claire had considered moving in with her mom, she considered against it. She thought about moving to her dad's, but his apartment was just depressing. She thought about living with the circus freaks, but…she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was living with Hiro Nakamura now. It was, well, strange… They had never been that close, but with Peter away all of the time saving people's lives, and her dad being all sketchy again, Peter suggested his good pal Hiro. And Hiro was distant. He believed he would die soon and didn't wish to grow close to anyone else, so she made their meals and kept to herself. However, she still found herself growing attached to the little Japanese man and waited anxiously with Ando for Hiro to return from whatever mission he had gone on.
The walls were thin and she heard all of Hiro's whimpering for his lost love Charlie. Her heart felt heavy as he heard his nightly crying. She thought of Sylar then.
It had been a month, and Sylar was growing sick of his normal life. Normal wasn't for him. Though he had enjoyed not being hunted down for a while, the daily strolls through the park and pointless bus trips to nowhere made him feel like an old woman. This was his last day of being normal, his last day of…Claire. He would recognize that shade of blonde anywhere. He wanted to turn and walk in the other direction. She had seen him at his most vulnerable, she had seen…"Gabriel?" His heart stopped.
She was sitting at a Starbucks…with the man her father was tracking down. She walked through the park that day with no intention of seeing the man before her, inviting him to have coffee with her, strolling through the park with him. They had been watching each other in silence for the past five minutes. She missed his stubble and sharp jaw. She missed a killer.
"I haven't killed anyone in the past month or so." One month, four days, three hours, seven minutes and eighteen seconds. He calmly sipped his tea, smiling a little at how insane this conversation would sound to others. She gave a small smile back, "Do you plan on continuing this way of life?" He shrugged, " I'm getting bored." Her smile remained, "I wouldn't expect any less of you Sylar." What happened to Gabriel? He liked being called Gabriel…by her.
She was smiling. She hadn't smiled in the past month, and now… she was sitting in front of the man she thought she'd never forgive and smiling. The man who killed her father, her grandmother, dozens of innocent people. She found that she had not only forgiven him, but had accepted him, and yearned for him. And she finally admitted it to herself.
She was sitting on his recliner, the one he had been sitting on just hours earlier. He had taken her to his safe spot. They could find him now if she let them. He didn't think she would.
"I love what you've done with the place…" Claire said dryly, running her finger through the layer of grim on his coffee table. Her slender finger left a clean black line on the gray surface. He smiled.
It became a regular thing. She was no longer in school, she was living in the city, she worked part-time in a diner and he was a regular customer. He knew that after work she was off to fight bad guys like him. But she warned him of when her father was near, never tried capturing him and never spoke to him of all the evil he had done. They talked about what they had done that day, what they were planning on doing, funny things they encountered, people they met, shows they saw. His hunger for powers had stopped, even when she had made the mistake of mentioning a new 'special' her father had encountered. He no longer killed. And though he was beginning to grow bored, he couldn't risk having her look at him so hatefully again.
She was running out of options. Her father had begun ignoring the problem of Sylar, Samuel was the one they were worrying about now. Yet he was elusive. There was no way to stop him. They had tried emulating what Samuel had done and began recruiting people with special powers, yet somehow, Samuel got to them first, or they were scared, or they didn't feel comfortable with killing a seemingly innocent man. Now that Sylar was freed from a constant chase, she didn't want to bring attention to him, but there was no time left for failed attempts.
As soon as he entered the diner, he knew something was going to change that day. He sat at his regular booth, ordered his regular black coffee and prepared himself for a very irregular day.
"Sylar." She said shortly, sitting at his table. He smirked at her curt business manner and sipped his coffee.
"Claire…"
"You know what I'm going to ask." He gave a dry chuckled and placed his coffee cup down, he held both her hands and spoke, "Yes, but I'd like to hear you say it."
She rolled her eyes, pulled her hands away and made it quick.
"I need you to kill Samuel."
His need to kill had gone, but his need for Claire's acceptance had not. As he entered the disappearing carnival, he was met by a familiar blonde.
"Sylar."
"Lydia."
He did not kill Samuel then. Claire was furious, but soon she understood. She found herself at Peter's doorstep, hoping that he was home. A tired looking Peter opened the door, Claire breathed a sigh of relief. "Peter, I need your help." Was all she spoke before being ushered in.
He sat at his usual booth knowing that she wouldn't come. The woman who poured his coffee that day smiled sadly as she spoke, "She quit this morning sweetie, I'm sorry." She walked away and Sylar remained, sipping on his coffee calmly. He would return that night.
Claire left Peter's with a smile on her face. She knew she could count on him, she then glanced quickly at the time and ran to the diner. He was gone. "Shit." She turned back towards the street and hailed a cab, "Just go straight." She demanded, looking at the compass in her hand.
He was back at the carnival. As he watched the girl throwing fire from her hands he contemplated his next move. He felt uneasy and turned around. Samuel.
In his worst nightmares he did not imagine he would be stuck in the earth and surrounded by suddenly ravenous looking carnies. Samuel smiled down from above and whispered so that only Sylar heard, "They don't want you to kill their father, they don't want this family torn apart…" Sylar imagined that Samuel's smile was what his own smirk looked like to those he had killed. He cringed at the thought. "Gabriel!" His old name sounded so foreign, yet, the lovely blonde who spoke them made him feel like home. The carnies turned toward the once cheerleader and suddenly the hunger inside him roared to life.
He was standing over the dead body of the ringmaster, Samuel. He was surrounded by the questioning faces of a confused family, and all he could see was her.
Peter stood across from the mad who had killed his mother, and his brother. And though he didn't really want to give the man a hug, he didn't want to hurt him either. He turned to the people who were now to be his family. "I know this is a shock to you, but you have to trust me. We don't want to tear you apart, we don't want to ruin the peaceful existence you have, we want to help make you safer, happier." A blonde woman emerged from the crowd of people and stood next to him. She spoke, "He was our answer all along. When Joseph was killed…by Samuel." The family gasped, and began speaking amongst themselves. Lydia continued louder still, "When Samuel killed Joseph, it was not for our sakes. Samuel was not the right leader for us; he was not caring or compassionate, he didn't care about our desires and our safety. We need another Joseph, not another Samuel. And Peter is the one we need."
The carnies remained silent. There was nothing they could do about Samuel's death, and they did not want their family destroyed. Lydia could read what they needed, and they had to believe her. A few members grumbled and returned to their areas, and the rest continued to look at Samuel's body.
Claire was not listening. She was smiling and looking at the man that she hated not so long ago. He stepped over Samuel's body and walked to her. She smiled further still as he took her hand and walked her out of the carnival.
She was proud. She was smiling because of him, for him. She was proud of him. Sylar had never known the feeling of someone else's pride. He was proud, but no one was proud of him. His mother wanted him to be more, she was not proud of who he was. His father had left him as a child, not proud of the seemingly untalented boy. Society was never proud of serial killers, and other specials lived in fear of him. But this small blonde girl was proud. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
AN/ Cheesy ending, I'm aware, but idk, i just kind of wanted to wrap it up. I'm hoping that motive wasn't too obvious. Sorry if I dissappointed, I'm hoping you guys liked it (And yes this is the end) As for upcoming episodes, here's my prediction,
They're going to have to stop Samuel and need Sylar's help because he's the only one that's powerful enough to do it. And he's going to become kind of a hero in his own way.
As for the previous two episodes, I knew it! Haha, I knew he would end up at Claire's and I knew it from the beginning!! And after that last scene I thought of all these predictions that I can't remember now, I'll have to rewatch it, but... he's going to help Claire take down Samuel! WOOOOT!
