A Changing Tide

by Blackroseseeker

This is my take on post Brave New World. This is what Claire's decision brings upon them all. I wasn't a Sylaire fan until the writers seemed to be going that direction, so I did too fair warning. I will try to keep all references accurate, but hey I'm human so tell me if I mess up but be nice. Rated for violence, rating may change.

4. Not According to Plan

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The Camry seemed much smaller now that Sophie had all her stuff packed into it. She hoped she'd be able to get a job soon after getting to New York. Her Savings would only last a few months in that city, even though she wasn't planning to live on Manhattan. Still Sophie didn't have much to lose; a black woman living on the outskirts of a small Oklahoma town easily became secluded, then again that's why she moved there in the first place. Maybe one day she'd be able to go back. Not to that small house disappearing in her review, but home the place she'd left about 5 years ago. The only problem was how would she explain it to her family. How would they take it when she'd made it so clear that she wasn't going to ever come back, and she never wanted to see them again. There are things a person shouldn't know, and when she left home she'd crafted a life so that she'd never have to face those things again. Now, she was about to risk throwing that all away moving to a city were human contact seemed impossible to avoid. It was a thought she tried not to think, but if there was as chance that this new Clinic could help her cope she had to risk it. Even if 'it' included her sanity.

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Truthfully Claire hadn't been so sure how much she would be able to utilize what her tutors had taught her about controlling the media. She had had only half a week to prepare for this, but surprisingly it went well.

The same couldn't be said for Sophie she had found out the press conference location as soon as she'd found an apartment in Harlem. She'd bumped into an older man that seemed to have some trouble breathing. Unfortunately she'd made skin contact with him because the long sleeves she'd been wearing had been pushed up slightly by the jostling of the crowd, so that meant they no longer meet the top of her gloves. The pure evil that rushed her thoughts was so overwhelming that she had collapsed form shock.

Claire was walking down the stairs to the waiting limo with the reporters still throwing questions her way when she suddenly felt something crash into her side and then she was airborne with an arm firmly placed around her waist.

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Sylar had been on the outskirts of the crowd of reporters. They hadn't wanted to seem like they were hiding anything and a body guard for an indestructible girl seemed to indicate just that. Plus they didn't want to tip there hand to Samson. Surprise may be their best advantage Angelia had insisted, because the only way to insure Claire's safety was for Samson to die. That's why Sylar had been on the edges of the crowd so that even if Samson spotted him first he wouldn't suspect that he was that with protecting Claire in mind.

The plan was thought up because Claire couldn't avoid public appearances until they were sure Samson was dead. It was simple Sylar would stay close, but not so close to seem like a body guard. When his father made his move they just all prayed that Sylar could take him out.

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Sylar was off the ground before Samson was three stories in the air, but Samson was fast and head start is a head start. Sylar was in hot pursuit. Samson was using the skyscrapers of New York to his advantage, staying down in amongst them, zig-zaging in and out, and doubling back by looping around some buildings. It was a good chase, but in the end Samson shot around one particular building shot skywards turned around the antenna rocketed down the other side of the building and that's when Sylar lost him. He tried to use his super hearing to listen for Claire's screams but he heard nothing.

When Sylar couldn't hear anything he was so angry so paralyzed with fear and caught up in self loathing, that he was less then 2 stories form the ground when he stopped himself from slamming into the pavement. I can't fail her this I won't let that bastard win. That was Sylar's only thought as flew back to the house estate they had been staying at. It played over and over in his head become a mantra that built in intensity and determination until it was a very part of his being by the time he landed.

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