Chapter 2

Thank you for all your reviews. This is the second chapter. It is mostly about Sylar. But wait for the next one. I promise you some good interaction between them)

Now on with the story

About timepieces, bugs and spagetti

Life was boring for Gabriel Sylar. After living a quatre of century, never chanching, never aging a day and practically alone could do no good even to such an isolated person as Sylar. At first he had fun adding new delicious exciting powers to his collection, but after a decade realised, that there was no abilities to collect.

He tried traveling around the world. He surounded himself in his New York penthouse by a collection of rarest most expensive books. He read them all. He savored every page. He drouned himself in stories, lived with the characters. He even started repairing watches was not a mean of earning money now- he had a whole Fort Knoks with just a wave of his hand. There was something strangly comforting in rearanging the timepieces, in being able to do something in this world right.

To still be able to have this ability to fix.

He tried bringing women to his house, going to fancy clubs, trying on different masks and new stories, but that soon lost its appeal. The routine was too boring. Plus the women she ususally brought to his bed were strangely patterned and alike. All tanned blondes with shy little smiles.

After Angela's Company desapeared and there was no one to hunt him, no Noah Bennet to tackle his nerves, no Matt Parkmann to mess with his brain and no Claire-bear to stick a kitchen knife into his flesh, life became too simple- lonely even, though it was never a word he would use to describe the current situation.

And speaking of little blond cheerleaders. It was not the first time Sylar thought about her. She reminded him of that "fun" times when adrinaline and deception was the part of his game. She was his one time obsession after all. Sha gave him his most prized shining ability- to live forever.

She was always the very embodiment of everlasting life. Claire was young, ripe and cheerfull. Well not in the moments, when he was near her- than her face would be contorted with fear, anger- fury even. She always awoke strong emotion from him. He felt more alive. He kept teasing her, when frightening was no longer an option. She was like an old friend who could understand his inside joke.

He never lied to her. It was strange, but he always found them alike. And with the realisation of this fact he understood, that even when the whole world collapses- he will be the one standing on his feet with Claire by his side. She just needed time. The last time he saw her alone 25 years ago, he tried proposing to her. But he never really meant it that day. He knew the answer before she voiced it. He tried telling himself, that he was ok with the whole "I'll keep trying to kill you for the rest of my life" thing, but deep inside he was wounded.

He told himself, that he did not need her all these years, though ee sometimes wondered, what made her ticking after all this time, or she has just died out like the rest of her family? He would never admit it to himself, that he feared that moment. He was afraid to be left alone in this changing world.

So he desided to find her. After all he was always good at stalking- a rather tastles word, but a right one nevertheless. After weeks of investigation-he finaly found her. And was quit surprised by her choice of location. She was in college in Atlanta.

Why was he surprised after all? A perfect place to blend in for a woman, who always stayed locked inside a body of a teenage girl. For a moment after his discovery, he was confused. Confront her directly? Manipulate her? Sylar did not want to break her, she was too presious. He wanted to play with her, just like old times. So he desided to enrole into the coledge as James Cliefield a boy at her class, befrend her, learn things about her.

First weeks he was merely observing, planning on how to get to her closer without scaring her away. He was patient, became friends with that dumb Kevin boy. Sylar watched with a small hint of annoyance, how he, among other young hormone-crazed boys looked at her. And how Claire responded to their attemps. Gabriel chose a role to play. It was not too hard even after the years of confinement in his own flat with watches to get into her friends' good books. He always could be charming, when he wanted too. After all colegge life was not so bad at all.

He soon learned all the small things about her. How she loves eating icecream with hot chocolate on a rainy day sitting on a window, how her favorite movie Trilogy is the X-men(prety ironic)and she cried every time Jean Grey died, she loves dogs as pets, spagetti with cheese, she is afraid of spiders and detests bugs. She always averted talking about her past, and when she did, she had this sad look in her, so he tried not to press it. They sat hours in coffee shops, they studied together. Soon like one of these days, Sylar realised, that he enjoys her company too much, like when she is not with him, he thinks about her. She was realy easy to be with and difficult to be without. She was like an addiction to him. And he did not want to get a cure from it.

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