The End Is Near [Claire]

[sylar]

December 2nd, 2009.

Washington D.C. where President Nathan Petrelli was probably hard at work, if he called giving orders hard work and showing America that there were evolved humans out there. Sylar had travelled there with great difficulty, well... great difficulty for anyone else but him. The guys in the diner, were dealt with in a matter of seconds; one had the broken bottle in the back of his head, and the other was sent flying into the jukebox. Sylar left the rest of them, they weren't worth his time or effort. He had stolen one of the dead guys motorcycle and hid himself with a leather jacket and a balaclava and helmet. He would be so easily recognised now, by everyone out there. Great. As much as he liked attention, this wasn't what he wanted.

It was time to pay Nathan a visit, one he would never forget. Well he would forget it, because his blood would be covering the Oval Office of the White House. Then Sylar would make his own little speech to the nation. He also wanted words with the First Daughter. Oh Claire. Sylar had seen the pathetic human she was with, someone no where near good enough for her. The idea actually made his skin crawl. The motorbike came to a sudden hault as he saw the groups of tourists outside the main gates of the White House. He jumped off, keeping his balaclava up over his face.

"Oh the fly man! I wish he would fly for us now!" Sylar rolled his eyes at the old chinese man and walked swiftly to a wall where no-one was standing. He phased through it, into the grounds of the White House. A guard quickly noticed him and aimed his gun at him. With a swift movement of his hand, he sliced his head open and dragged him into the bushes, shapeshifting into his form. He changed into his clothes and went on his way. 'Ugly body.' He thought to himself as he approached the front doors. "Hey Rob how's the wife?" A twinge in his stomach made him stumble ever so slightly. "She's... ok thanks." The other bodyguard raised an eyebrow, "She and baby out of hospital yet?" The twinge was stronger this time. The man he had just killed was a new father, God. "No, still need more rest and stuff... I gotta go." The guy nodded and let him in, Sylar slapped himself when no-one was looking. How foolish of him to get feelings.

Without another thought about the man he had just killed he ran up the stairwell, two at a time until he saw a little familiar blonde with a newspaper in her hands. "Hello cheerleader." He mumured so she would only just hear. Of course she wouldn't recognise him; his voice and appearence were entirely different from usual. Ha. Time for some words.

[clairebear]

It had been four months since Claire and Wade had officially become an item, and she hadn’t looked back since. He was her everything, her best friend and soul mate, her lover, she honestly couldn’t begin to think of what her life would be like without him in it now. In fact the thought made her shudder slightly, it would be horrible. Not that she would be completely alone, she still had Nathan, her father, Peter and Ryan, and now there was Rebekah, the daughter Angela adopted, and of course she still had Angela too. But it just wouldn’t be the same, without Wade, Claire felt incomplete now.

Claire was on her own today, well, not exactly on her own, but Wade was too busy to visit and Nathan was busy with his presidential duties. So Claire was just sitting in the living area of the White House flicking through a newspaper, The Chronicle to be precise, reading the latest news information, to see if there was anything in it about Nathan’s public announcement. There didn’t appear to be, so either people were too scared to report on it, or it was too late for that edition of The Chronicle.

Of course Claire was so engrossed in the newspaper, she hadn’t heard anybody approach, and so when she heard that familiar nickname she hated, she physically jumped at first, and dropped the paper from her hands. There were only two people who called her that, Elle and the voice was definitely not Elle’s and Sylar, but the voice didn’t belong to him either, and as she looked up, it didn’t look him. So, who was this person who had just come in and called her that horrible nickname she despised so much.

Claire immediately went into defence mode, “Hello? Who are you, and what do you want, and where did you hear that name?” Claire suddenly began to wonder if Sylar had people working for him now, because Elle wasn’t clever enough to think of sending someone else after her, only Sylar would be clever enough to do that kind of thing. “More importantly, how did you get in here?” Claire was unaware who the person really was, and she also didn’t know all the guards personally, and this was most definitely a face she didn’t recognise.

[sylar]

Sylar, now morphed into this ugly quite frankly hideous shell knew only he and Elle called her cheerleader. It was a nickname that kind of stuck. He straightened his tie as he stood in the lounge area and slouched over slightly, grinning at her. "Oh no need to be so alert Claire, could never resist not calling you cheerleader." He continued grinning at her, the unfamiliar teeth somewhat discomforting him. "I just want to chat, your old man would be thrilled to know I'm here." He couldn't help himself but morph back then, wriggling out of the massive suit to reveal his leather jacket, black jeans and converse trainers. "Surprise!" He waved his hands excitedly.


"Well you know who I am now, and I heard that name because... ha I always call you it." He leaned against the doorframe and raised his hand, shutting it firmly behind him. "I got in here because I need to talk to you, about your stupid old man who thinks he can actually get the American public to kill me. Believe me, they've already started trying." He sighed somewhat sadly then, realising he actually did have no-one; no-one to back him up, no-one to care, no-one to love.

Sylar walked around the pristine polished furniture and sat down on one of the sofas. "Isn't this nice? Kind of a reunion no?" Again he grinned at her, taking in her soft, wonderful face. "So, how are things with Wade? That is his name right? Wade... he's human. So when he's like eighty, you'll still look eighteen? Ha." He started chuckling, raising a hand to shut the furthest door nearest to Claire. "Talk to me." Sylar ordered.