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Ends & Beginnings (1/1) - Prompt 15 "Villain"
Title: Ends & Beginnings
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lifeisnotragedy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Heroes isn’t mine – not even just for this fic. Sad but true.
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Claire implied Peter/Claire
Table/Prompt: Table #10, Prompt 15 “Villain”
Word Count: 806 words
Summary:There are no condolences in his vocabulary. He is the villain and she is the victim. He can’t be the one to protect her or help her like the hero can. This is not how their world works and she knows it as well as he does.
Author:
lifeisnotragedy Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Heroes isn’t mine – not even just for this fic. Sad but true.
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Claire implied Peter/Claire
Table/Prompt: Table #10, Prompt 15 “Villain”
Word Count: 806 words
Summary:There are no condolences in his vocabulary. He is the villain and she is the victim. He can’t be the one to protect her or help her like the hero can. This is not how their world works and she knows it as well as he does.
Author's Notes: Not Betad. Spoilerish for 3.01 & 3.02. Haven’t written a story in months so hope this is good!
Table: FIND HERE( There are no condolences in his vocabulary. He is the villain and she is the victim. He can’t be the one to protect her or help her like the hero can. This is not how their world works and she knows it as well as he does. )
</div>“You’re different. Special.”
The words haunts her, this he sees when she turns to him with the deadest eyes he has ever seen. Not even his eyes reflect this emotion when they stare back at him from the mirror. It bothers him more than it should but he brushes it off as he falls into step beside her.
She doesn’t pay him much attention, just stares out at the ocean as if her answers will magically float towards her on a wave. He wants to remind her that the answers are inside her but uncharacteristically bites back the retort. Something happened since the second he left her with a re-attached head lying on her table and now. She’s too much dead for his liking.
“I’m not human, I can’t feel anything anymore.”
He faintly hears her mumble these words into the air but doesn’t respond. What can he say – he knew that once he touched the right nerves this would happen. Still, her response is somewhat different than he expected. He thought she’d be happier – knowing she was special.
The special cheerleader that would save the world – the one the hero is so fond of.
She seems to catch onto his thoughts and lets out the most horrific sound he has ever heard escape her lips. Not even he can call it a sadistic laugh because it is so much more yet so little. It’s empty.
“Not even Peter wants me anymore. I’m special to him but he can’t spare me a moment.”
Only then does he realize that this isn’t about her powers or the fact that he gave her unanswered questions. This – all of this emptiness – is all about a certain hero that seems to be the beginning and end of her world. The hero that probably doesn’t even know how confused this little girl is about who and what she is. Because let’s face it, as she stands staring out at the ocean he knows she is nothing more than a girl wanting to feel love and support as she struggles to come to terms with her new identity. He knows this, just like he knows that the hero will never be able to see past his own problems and notice her.
“You’re one of the heroes – he’ll come around.”
There are no condolences in his vocabulary. He is the villain and she is the victim. He can’t be the one to protect her or help her like the hero can. This is not how their world works and she knows it as well as he does. If he were able to do it, she would have been dead on her living room table a few days ago. He’s not too sure if he let her live because of that or because of something hidden deep inside of him.
She shakes her head and lets out another empty laugh before turning to face him. He has to admit, he’s caught off guard from what he sees. There is nothing but pure emptiness in her eyes and he almost flinches at the sight.
“I don’t want to be a hero anymore, make me a villain, Sylar.”
Well if she’s asking so nicely…
* & *
Future Peter is happy to see he changed the future. Gone are the hunters and killers. But when he walks into his house and finds an unchanged future Claire standing in front of him, her gun pointed straight towards his head, he can’t help but wonder where he went wrong.
“I’m special Peter.”
She replies sarcastically when he asks her why she’s doing this. The words sting because he’s lived through this once before. Those are the same words he uttered to her all those years ago, on a cliff in California when he pretended to be past Peter.
“I’ll fix this. Let me fix this.”
He’s begging by now and that only causes another voice to laugh in the background. It takes a second for Peter’s eyes to adjust before he notices him standing behind her, his arm around her waist. Peter knows this can’t be right – knows there is no possible way that his Claire and Sylar are together.
“There’s nothing to fix Petrelli. Claire fixed herself a long time ago, back when you couldn’t give a damn. She’s not one of the heroes you can control. She’s a villain. She’s my villain.”
That’s the last thing Peter hears before he teleports himself away from them and to the cliff that had marked the end of a hero and the beginning of a villain.
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