Author's Note: God I hate writer's block.


Claire's POV

"And that's about everything."

I nodded. It had been over two hours since Sylar had begun his epic story. The whole time I hadn't done much more than listen to him. He had told me everything, and I do mean everything. He told me about his childhood, his father, his mother, his watchshop and more. In the beginning, it had been interesting to hear him talk, but after a while, I just got bored.

Just then my stomach chose to growl. "Hey, how about we go out somewhere and grab some dinner? I'm starving!"

He glanced at the wall clock. "Don't you have to be home? It's already 9:30."

I shook my head. "I told my parents I was on a cheerleading retreat."

He smirked at me. There was the Sylar that had been hidden for a while. "For how long?"

"All of today, tomorrow, then I come back that day. Do you mind if I crash here?"

He looked dumfounded, then traded that look for his signature smirk. "Well, Claire, I didn't think you'd be so forward."

I rolled my eyes at him, standing up from the table and stretching. "Don't start being a perv now."

He laughed and walked to the door. "Let's go. I know just the place."


The waitress set down our plates: Waffles. "So, Waffle House is the perfect place?"

He cut into his waffle and took a bite. "It is for me."

I smiled and took a bite of mine. We didn't speak again until there was nothing left on our plates but syrup. Sylar paid the bill and led me to some park. He covered my eyes with his hands and then set me down on what I assumed to be a bench.

"Okay, now open." he said, removing his hands. I gasped. In front of me was the most beautiful fountain. It was multi-layered and the water cascaded down in a fluid motion. Flowers surrounded the base and the whole scene was illuminated by unseen lights. "It's beautiful."

He sat on the bench smiling, staring at the fountain. "This where I come whenever I feel alone."

I looked at him. "You don't have to be alone anymore." He turned back to me. And as we stared at each other, I began feeling different. In the pit of my stomach, instead of hate and fear, I felt butterflies. As I stared into the depths of his eyes, I didn't see anger and rage. I saw happiness. His eyes resembled the deep color of melting chocolate, not the peircing black of a killer.

And when he closed his eyes and leaned forward, I felt no revulsion, just excitement.I closed my eyes and waited. When his lips met mine, all doubt that I had about him faded away into the deep recesses of my mind, and the rest of the world dissapeared.

Our lips melded together perfectly, as if we were a match made in heaven. He pulled away almost to quickly, but then ran a hand through my hair and smiled at me. I smiled back up at him and wrapped my arms around his neck. I leaned forward and picked up where we left off.


Sylar's POV

Kissing Claire was like nothing that I'd ever felt before. It wasn't rushed or desperate. It was slow and soft. Nothing like kissing Maya or Elle, the only other people that I ever kissed. With Claire, time stopped and for a moment, the weight of the world dissapeared.

After we pried ourselves off each other after what seemed like hours, she fell asleep in my arms. I carried her all the way back to my motel room and set her down on the bed. I let her sleep there. I grabbed a pillow and drifted off to sleep on the floor to the sound of Claire's steady breathing.


Hit or miss? Sorry for the shortness.