Title: Empty Memory
Genre: Romance / Angst
Rating: T
Pairing: Sylar x OC
Spoilers: N/A
Summary: You will forget. To remember any portion of it, any word, will cause you pain, terrible pain, growing more terrible as you fight to remember.
Word Count: 585
Warnings: Weird timeline.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Summary is from Star Trek: The Original Series.
A/N: I am pretending Heroes: Reborn doesn't exist.
Evil forces gather. The dark sun rises. Soon it will be too late. Will you choose your own path, or will you have it chosen for you?
When she wakes, she is disoriented and confused. And terrified. She has no idea where she is, but it is not the coffee shop. All she sees is blackness when she opens her eyes and panic overwhelms her for long moments before she realizes that she's just blindfolded.
She snorts. Just blindfolded. I mean, I guess I could be blind and that would be worse – but this isn't good.
A jolt sends her surging forward and it is then she realizes that she's in a car – a van, probably. That means there must be at least one other person in here with her. Someone has to be driving. "H- hello?"
"Ah, you're awake."
She recognizes that voice from the shop. "Black coffee?"
There's a chuckle, and it's such a normal sound for a kidnapper to have that it throws her off. "My name is Noah Bennett."
Terrified though she is, she can't help but asking, "How do I know that's your real name? You're kidnapping me, why should I believe anything you say?"
"You're right, of course. But I'm not lying to you, I have no reason to." There's a slip of fabric and an influx of light and then she's blinking in the dim light in the back of a van at Noah Bennett's bland and seemingly trusting face. "You see my friend driving up there?" She leans around him and sees that Earl Grey Tea is driving the car, silent as a church, eyes focused intently on the road before him. "He can make you forget anything."
She blanched. Would they really kill her? "Why are you doing this to me? I've done nothing wrong." Her voice is wobbling with tears and terror.
Black Coffee reaches out to brush a strand of dirty blonde hair away from her face. "It not what you've done. It's what you could do.
"What about this one, Gabriel?"
He glances up dispassionately. Evie has been modeling outfits for him for the past hour, trying to find the "perfect" one for the first day of High School the next day. Her room looked like a department store warehouse had blown up. "It's – " He trailed off.
Evie was fourteen, so much younger than his seventeen. He was almost an adult, while she was still a child. They'd known each other for ten years, they saw each other every day. So how had he not noticed that she was not a little girl anymore? Jeans hugged defined legs, cupped the emerging flare of a hip just so. A loose top dipped down, revealing the sharp angle of collarbone, the smallest hint of breasts that he had never noticed she had. Her cheeks were still childishly chubby and her hair still in pigtails, but she was starting at him earnestly, nervous about tomorrow.
"Fine," he finished lamely, feeling inordinately pleased with himself when she smiled. He turned back the book in his lap. "You look fine."
