Chapter numero dos! Disclaimer still applies!
Eternity can be an extremely long time. An extremely, long, boring time.
The door to Claire Bennet's apartment in uptown New York slammed against the wall as it was flung open.
"I can't believe you stabbed me, you son of a bitch!" screamed the raging petite blonde as she stormed into the apartment, chucking her red stiletto heels at the farthest wall and stomping into the kitchen.
"Well, believe it, Princess," Sylar replied with a roll of his eyes as he followed her inside. With a mere thought, the apartment door was shut and locked behind him. The sound of cabinets and drawers slamming open and shut signaled to him to stay out of the kitchen. Mentally, he inventoried any weapon-like objects that lay hidden in the kitchen.
"Where is the god damned baking soda, asshole?!" she shouted. Sylar raised a brow and thought about it for a moment.
"Oh, uh, Claire, I forgot to tell you I didn't get a chance to go to the store and replace the baking soda…."
"God damn you!" Claire stomped out of the kitchen, hands on her hips, facing Sylar. Taking in the sight of her, he mentally admitted that he could understand why she was upset just a little. A gaping hole in her favorite tight white dress, and her midriff crusted with her own blood was a little unsettling for him to see now that their evening had come to a close. "You are so paying for the dry cleaning!" she screamed before turning on her heel and storming back into the kitchen.
"I'm never taking you out anywhere again!" Sylar called after her, her shriek of frustration her reply. He smirked. Shrugging out of his leather jacket, he looked down to take in his own appearance. His jeans were splattered with blood that, luckily, wasn't his. Sylar draped his jacket over the back of his sofa and was about to go to the bedroom to change and maybe take a shower to get all the glass and blood out of his hair when Claire came back out of the kitchen with something rather unexpected in her grip.
"What the hell?! Claire, where did you get a gun?!"
Claire glared daggers into him as she pointed the barrel of the sleek weapon directly at his stomach. "None of your concern. This is for my dress."
And then she shot him.
When Sylar came to with a deep gasping breath of air, he looked around to make sure Claire wasn't in sight. He wasn't sure he was up for another bullet to the chest just yet. After coming to the conclusion that she was not within the vicinity, he sat up on his elbows and took in his appearance. Apparently, Claire had taken the time to change his clothes while he was out. He wore a different, clean pair of jeans, a long sleeved blue shirt, and black socks. He smiled softly. Claire was so desensitized to discomfort now that she kept the apartment pretty cold and freezing hardwood floors wasn't something he enjoyed. So he always walked around in socks.
And she remembered.
Pulling himself up to stand, a small noise in the kitchen had him heading towards the source. Rounding the corner, he could see Claire standing at the stove with her back to him. She wasn't wearing the dress anymore. Instead, she wore his grey hoodie and a pair of denim shorts, a sports bra peeking out from under the zipper of the sweater. He smirked at her choice of attire and leaned against the counter, just watching her as she hummed and stared at her pan of scrambled eggs. She lifted a cup of coffee to her full lips and took a sip, running her fingers through wet tangled blonde locks. After another moment of observation, Sylar spoke.
"Claire."
She stiffened a little, registering his presence, but still refused to turn towards him. Sylar pushed away from the counter and approached her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his chest.
"I'm sorry I stabbed you, Claire," he murmured into her hair as he kissed the top of her head. She slumped in his arms slightly, stretching her neck to look up at him. Green eyes clashed with dark brown for a moment before she shrugged and returned her attention to the eggs. Sylar grinned and turned the girl in his arms, using his puppeteer skills. She rolled her eyes with a sigh as she smiled up at him.
"As long as you don't do it again," she said with another shrug. "And give me a warning next time you want to use me as a distraction, okay?" she said with a frown. Sylar nodded.
"I'll be sure to do that. I'm sorry I ruined that dress. I rather liked it on you," he commented offhandedly. Claire snorted.
"You looked like you liked it more with the hole in it," she teased. He grinned.
"Well, I can't say that I would have objected to you keeping it on a little longer," he murmured before leaning in to capture her lips with his.
Yes, eternity can be an extremely boring, extremely long time. But, Claire and Sylar know how to keep it interesting.
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