Claire's Pov
I'd been so quick to judge him for something that was taken out of context. He looked hurt and I couldn't hlep but feel like I needed to apologize to him again. The bathroom door opened and he came out bare chested. I literally couldn't blink from seeing him like this. My stomach felt like it wasn't even inside my belly. "Claire, what are you doing in here?" He ran a hand through his hair as he moved closer, but then he turned towards the table beside the bed and set the towel down. "I wanted to say I'm sorry." "You don't have anything to be sorry about claire."
"Actually I do. You were just being nice and I took it the wrong way. It's just still weird that you're not trying to kill me." "Look, I know that you'll only see me as the man that I was. But I'm not that man anymore, and I hope that someday you will see that." "Sylar, I see you as you are now. I'm suprised at myself because I know that someday I can forgive you. No matter how much good you end up doing. I'll still remember you as you were. But I won't let that govern who you turn into now because the past doesn't matter anymore."
Wow, i can't believe what I just said, not that it isn't true, I just never knew I was capable of being so deep about who I've become, who Sylar has become. "Thank you Claire, I know that saying that had to have been hard to do.' "I guess I needed to get it off my chest. I feel better." I felt more relaxed, comfortable sitting next to Sylar. It wasn't awkward like any other time before. It felt right. "I guess I'll leave you alone." I got up off the bed and Sylar did to. His hand had grabbed mine before I could leave. I looked back at him as he brought my hand to his face and gently kissed me.
I left his room and smiled like a little girl to myself at waht just happened. As I closed my bedroom door shut behind me I looked up to see Angela sitting on the end of the bed. "Claire." "Angela." "I know what's going on between you two. You can't deny it." "Deny what?" "You and Gabriel." I so didn't need this from her, she wanted every excuse to push me towards Sylar. "I had another dream, of you and Gabriel together before you die." "You can have all the dreams you want, but I won't let them happen. We've done it before." "I'm sorry Claire, but there is no way of stopping it."
Without another word, I watched her stand up and leave. As the door shut behind her I threw a fit into my pillow until I got tired and let myself fall sunlight was bright as it pierced my eyes and I noticed I was laying in the summer grass with wild flowers all around. Sitting up I saw my dad a few feet from me, Sylar was down on his knees with a blade pressed to his throat. "Dad, no!" I was frozen in place, unable to move. "This is your fault Claire." He drew the blade across his neck and I couldn't close my eyes as he died in front of me.
"No!" I was back in bed, breathing heavily as tears fell down my face. "Claire, look at me." I found myself looking at Sylar. "You're dead. I saw him kill you." "It was just a dream Claire." "It was my dad, he...he killed you." "I'm not dead, I'm right here." He touched my face and I put my hand out to touch him. "It felt so real." "Its ok now." I took a deep breath and managed to calm down completely. "I don't know if I can get back to sleep. Would you stay with me?" I moved to the untouched side of the bed and he leaned back on the pillow.
My heart beat faster and I wondered if Sylar could hear it. I laid back, but couldn't seem to close my eyes because when I did, I saw the life leaving those sweet brown eyes that I'd stared at consistently. I couldn't stay still long enough to fall asleep, rolling over and looking up at Sylars face I leaned towards him. I was taking comfort in the fact that he was alive and here with me. He seemed caught off guard as I put my head on his chest and laid my hand on his side. Sylar relaxed and gently put his arm around my back so that he was holding onto me.
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The bright sun felt good as I woke up to it. But the window wasn't facing me, where was the warmth coming from? Opening my eyes, I noticed myself pressed against Sylar. Last night came back to me and I smiled. Getting up carefully, I made my way downstairs and took some eggs out of the fridge. As I let them fry in the pan, I put some bread into the toaster and poured myself some orange juice. I felt so thirsty that i had at least two more full glasses. Just when I'd made up two plates of food and got the cooking dishes rinsed I saw Sylar come into the kitchen.
I held back a laugh at the sight of his bed hair, and still sleepy eyes. "I made breakfast." Putting a plate down, he sat in front of it smiling like a little boy and then began to eat. "Thank you Claire." "Of course, It's my thank you for when you made breakfast." "Well, it looks like we're getting into the habit of making each other food every morning." I smiled and sat down to eat. We ate in silence, but when I finished, Sylar took my plate and did the dishes.
The morning passed by rather quickly and for a while, Sylar disappeared so I managed to keep myself busy. It felt weird to be here alone. like I was in a museum late at night. I cleaned anything I could until there was nothing left. Then I became incredibly bored so out of habit, I went into the den and randomly picked out a book and started reading. Entwined by Heather Dixon. It was a rather interesting read, but I only got about half way when I heard the kitchen door open and close, then the same from the front door. "Claire, you're dad's on the news." Peter had come in out of breath and I followed him into the den.
"It's nothing that anybody needs to worry about." "Can you tell us if any of the specials were involved?" "No, they weren't." "So then what was with the small explosion then?" "Easily rigged by someone who doesn't have to be a special. Excuse me please." "Well there you have it New York, specials have been noted as either above or under the law. I'm Karen Van De Kamp, back to you Jonathan." I clicked off the tv. "What was that about." "Your dad isn't protecting us, I was just there. Doyle and a few others I didn't recognize were being taken by some company."
"What does this have to do with us?" "Claire, your dad is putting all of us away. Before the news reporters even showed up, I overheard him giving orders to have all the specials evacuated." "So we leave." "We have a vacation spot in Pennsylvania, we can go there." "Alright, let's not waste anytime." Peter guided me and Angela outside and he quickly shot into the sky with his mother. Sylar came out behind me, wrapping his arms around my body I held on tight as he too took to the sky. We were leaving New York behind.
I closed my eyes as Sylar had me pressed tightly to his chest. He was incredibly warm even as the cold air around me whipped across my face. Turning, I buried my face into his neck and the cold air was gone. If I wanted to I could fall asleep. "Its ok if you want to sleep Claire." Did Sylar just do what I think he did? "Yes." So if I wanted I could have a conversation with him without even talking. I mentally yawned. "I'll wake you when we get there." Folding my arms, I mentally thanked him and let myself fall asleep.
My dad was in front of me again, and this time Peter was in my dream. Both him and Sylar were on metal slabs. My dad stood between the two and held syringes in either hand. "You can't save them both Claire." "No please don't!" "Choose or they both die." He raised his hands and moved closer to their necks. "Kill me! please stop, kill me instead." My dad looked up at me with a smirk on his face. "I'm afraid that's not a choice Claire." He thrust the syringe needles into both their necks. "No!"
"Claire, open your eyes!" "What's going on?" I could see Sylar and Peter both looking down at me. I reached out and touched their arms. "Claire?" "Sylar? Peter? I saw it again. My dad, he told me to choose between you and Peter. I offered myself, and then he..." "Its ok now. It was just a dream." Sylar put his hand to my face and I relaxed. Peter looked at me baffled. Angela stood beside him looking away like she knew something the rest of us didn't. What is she hiding?