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Fic- Whatever it takes 26

Title- Whatever it takes 26
Author-Faythbrady
Show/Ship- Heroes, Claire/Sylar
Rating- NC17-Serious Ickyness ahead
Disclaimer- I'd buy the rights. How much for Sylar?
Summary- So Claire saved herself from Ryan. Right?
I haven't updated in a while.... that is all.

Chapter contains material that might squick some. Be warned. 



hapter 26

It was dark and the moon hung heavy in the sky. Slivers of moonlight filtered in through the open window, the slight breeze causing the gently swaying curtains to billow, and the gauzy film casting dancing shadows against the floor.

It was the only movement in the otherwise still room, the sleeping occupant so entangled in her duvet that not even her deep breaths made a ripple in the atmosphere.

The long day had tired Claire out and she had been asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillow, dropping her into dreams of pleasure and seduction.

A slight smile curved her ruby lips as something trickled through her dream state and caused a purely physical reaction. But the smile faded as soon as it made an appearance as something disturbed her slumber.

There was the creak of a floorboard, an intrusive element that didn’t belong, and the alien sound filtered into her subconscious. She struggled to wake as the dream tried to pull her in but she was soft and safe and warm and-

A hand clapped over her mouth and her eyes flew open.

A sneering grin appeared on a handsome face. “I told you that I’m not the kind of guy you say no to.”

She opened her mouth to scream but his large hands made an effective seal over her lips.

Before she could do anything but jolt upright, Ryan jumped onto her bed. His large bulk covered her and stilled her thrashing; he managed to kneel on her hands, his long legs trapping her own under his weight whilst one hand covered her mouth and waggling a finger of the other in her face.

Helpless and trapped under him Claire continued to rock and writhe on the bed, her mind frantically searching for some way out.

“Tut tut tut, Claire,” Ryan hissed, “You should have been a little nicer to me. I mean all you had to do was go on a date and things would have been fine. But no, you had to be all bitchy about it and now you’re gonna pay.” He cocked his head and one hand shot to his ear in a parody of playfulness that made her feel sick. “What’s that, Claire? How did I get in? Funny you should ask.”

He held up one hand and showed her both his palm and the back in a showman move that reminded her of a magician. He then held one single finger up which rippled and twisted, the flesh bunching and stretching until the digit was spindly and crooked and… key shaped.

“Handy, huh? I don’t have to worry about locks or leaving my keys somewhere. All I have to do is concentrate and-” he jabbed it in the air and made a clicking sound with his tongue, a self-satisfied grin on his face.

“Of course my power isn’t just fingers into keys. I can contort my limbs into any shape. Any shape at all.” With a shake the key-finger disappeared and he bunched his hand into a fist that smoothed together and amalgamated into a solid sphere.

The sphere began to grow, lengthen until it was an oblong, a cylinder and then a baton.

“Very Terminator Two, huh?” He grinned boyishly. “Of course I could make it sharp, like a blade but that wouldn’t do anything to you, would it Claire? Cut you up, no problem, no issue, you’d just heal. I think we need to go a different direction.”

He held the thick baton against her throat and then pulled it down, dragging the neckline of her over-sized sleep t-shirt with it. He pulled it further down the valley between her breasts and down her gently curved stomach to rest just at the apex of her thighs.

She was trapped, defenseless and alone. Claire’s eyes widened in horror and she started to shake her head violently as his intentions became clear.

Ryan leaned forwards, his mouth to her ear as he whispered. “No fingerprints, no semen, no DNA and you heal right up like a trooper. No evidence to prove to anyone that this is anything more than just a. Very. Bad. Dream.” He drawled the words, his tongue flickering against her ear. He pulled back and his eyes almost gleamed red in the night. His mutated hand started to move. “I bet you wish you could wake up, right now.”

Sylar sprang up in bed, disorientated and drenched in a cold sweat that dripped into his eyes, stinging violently. But he didn’t notice. His ragged breathing tore the quiet air around him as he scrambled out of bed, his legs tangled in the damp sheets causing him to fall to the floor with a loud thump.

He swore once, kicking off the obstruction, and lurched to his feet, stumbling across the room with his heart pounding in his throat.

Claire.

His mind fixed on that one word.

Claire.

His hands scrabbled at the window, forcing the glass open and he clambered onto the sill. His vision was still blurred from sleep and he wasn’t sure if he was awake or dreaming but he knew just one thing.

Claire.

Danger.

Claire.

And with a deep breath he launched himself out of the window and into the air.

---

Claire was rudely awakened by the loud insistent banging on her bedroom window. Her eyes snapped open and she jumped out of bed, cursing as her toes made contact with the book that had fallen off her dozing form.

She lurched to the window, rubbing her eyes as she tried to focus. Pulling the curtains back she blinked wildly.

“Sylar?” Claire reached up and unbolted the window, hauling the sash up as a myriad of questions and scenarios started to roll around her head.

Why was Sylar outside her window in the middle of the night? What could possibly have made him fly halfway across the city to see her- it must have something to do with Peter.

And that thought was what made her reach out and grab him, pulling him into her room as fear gripped her heart.

Sylar all but fell into her bedroom, wild-eyed and looking like a mad man. He grabbed her upper arms in a vice grip, his eyes scanning her.

“Claire?”

“Sylar, what is it? Is it Peter, is he okay? Sylar?”

But he didn’t answer, panic was still etched onto his face and his grip tightened.

“Claire?”

She frowned. “I’m right here, Sylar.”

“Are you- did he- not really a…”

Claire couldn’t make out what he was saying as he started to babble, half started sentences and unfinished thoughts bubbling from his mouth. His hands clenched and unclenched on her upper arms, flashes of heat and light emanating from his palms. Claire could feel the burns splinter and heal and knew that if she didn’t have super-healing then she would have some serious bruises the next day.

But she wasn’t even paying attention to the slight pain that his fingers had on her soft skin.

She was more worried about the sheer terror in his expression and the way his eyes darted from her face to her room and then back.

“Sylar?” she cooed gently. “Are you okay?”

“Okay, okay?” He stammered and shook his head as if trying to shake something free. Then his hands were all over her.

He pulled down each side of her strappy nightdress to check her shoulders, his long fingers running delicately up the side of her neck, turning her head this way and that as his eyes traced over her flesh.

Claire squeaked in shock and protest before she realized that it wasn’t sexual- he wasn’t groping her, he was checking her over.

His eyes fell on the rapidly healing bruises and burn marks caused by his handling and malfunctioning powers and he hissed, his lips pouting in sadness. He circled his thumbs over the faint marks even as they vanished from her body.

Then he continued his exploration, his breathing becoming easier as he found no traces of injury or blood.

The same couldn’t be said for Claire. Her breathing had altered as soon as those long digits had stroked their way over her pulse point and along her collar bone. She tilted her head back to allow him easier access and her blood started to heat when she felt his soft breath against her upper arms, the pout doing odd things to her insides.

His hands smoothed down her legs, over her knees and he knelt at her feet, checking the visible area for damage.

As his fingertips danced over the back of her knee Claire whimpered.

Sylar’s eyes shot up to hers. “Does that hurt?”

While she was pleased he had returned to coherence, she was less pleased that he had halted his explorations.

“Only when you stop,” she moaned, biting her lip.

Sylar looked puzzled for a second and then his eyes widened as one of his powers kicked in.

It could have been his sense of smell, scenting her arousal. It could have been his enhanced hearing, listening to the sudden pounding of her heart or it could have been his Intuitive Adaptability kicking in and realizing that the damsel was in another kind of distress.

He blushed and jumped back, almost tumbling to the floor. “Sorry.” He mumbled.

Claire took in a deep breath, trying to calm her raging hormones. “It’s okay. Just give me a second.” She shivered once and reached back to the window to pull down the sash, allowing the slight breeze to rush over her heated cheeks.

When she turned back Claire was feeling more composed and in control.

“So, wanna explain this? What caused the midnight dash? Is Peter okay?”

“Yeah,” Sylar nodded and then cocked his head. “I think so, I mean he was asleep when I left but before that he seemed fine. Grouchy but fine. Emma is doing a double shift at the hospital and he always gets-“

“Sylar,” Claire cut his babble off with a smile. Now that she knew her favorite uncle wasn’t in any danger she could find Sylar’s inability to come to the point kind of cute.

He was adorable when he was flustered.

“Why did you come here?”

He opened and closed his mouth in a reasonable facsimile of a fish before sagging and telling her the truth. “I had a dream.” His tone was shy, almost guilty and made Claire melt in sympathy. He ducked his head and continued. “I wasn’t sure-“ Sylar cleared his throat. “You have to understand, Claire, that I have… acquired so many abilities that sometimes I’m not sure what’s real and what’s not. Half the time I wonder if I make it rain or if someone says something because I want them too. My reality is a little more…subjective.”

“It’s okay,” Claire soothed, “tell me.”

“I didn’t know if it was Isaac’s power or precognition. Hell I could have empathized with Angela at some point.” He shuddered at the thought. “But I saw you being attacked in your bed by Ryan and I had to… I couldn’t. I had to come here and make sure.” He looked up at her. “I had to be sure, Claire.”

“Shh.” She reached down and touched his lips, staring into fathomless eyes that begged for her forgiveness and her understanding. “He hurt me at lunch, grabbed me, but you didn’t hurt him back.”

He looked stricken. “You asked me not to.”

“And you didn’t,” she smiled, “even though you wanted to tear him to pieces. You let me take care of it but were there just in case. Then tonight you thought I was in danger and so you just came over. Without even getting dressed.”

For the first time he realized that he had flown through the night dressed in nothing more than midnight blue silk boxers. He flushed.

But Claire didn’t seem to care that much. “You came over to protect me. You flew here.”

“I did.” He stared at her with honesty shining in his eyes. “I told you that I would protect you. I will always be here for you if you need me. Whenever you need me. Whatever it takes.”

And he would.

He’d let her be herself and fight her own battles but would be her knight in case she couldn’t.

She swallowed past the lump in her throat and said the three words that healed him. “I believe you.”

He buried his face in the warm skin of her belly and she grasped his head, letting her hands slide into his thick hair.

She leaned down slightly and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I believe that you will always be there for me, Sylar. I believe you. I trust you.”

She could feel a slight dampness against her belly and knew that if he looked up now she would see tears streaming down his face. Her heart swelled for this broken man who could be claimed and comforted by those few words and genuine affection from her.

She leaned even further down and pressed her mouth against his ear.

“I could love you. Right now I know I want you, Sylar. Stay with me tonight?”



Comments

( 5 comments — Leave a comment )
unseelie_lady
Jun. 23rd, 2012 09:39 pm (UTC)
Dawwww!!! <3 All my feels are exploding!
(Anonymous)
Jun. 23rd, 2012 11:14 pm (UTC)
Another great chapter, Fayth! Wow, what a roller coaster of emotion! Keep up the great work!
---Rella
1bill_sookie
Jul. 16th, 2012 02:17 am (UTC)
More?
revdorothyl
Oct. 13th, 2012 10:31 pm (UTC)
Such a terrifying start to the chapter and such a wonderful, warming, um . . stimulating, and absolutely hopeful conclusion!

I'm doing the 'Sylaire-Lover's Dance of Joy' right now. :)
means2bhuman
Nov. 26th, 2012 06:56 am (UTC)
I *am* still reading these! Thank you for the heads up about new chapters. I so rarely check comms manually.

That's one creepy (yet totally cool! contortionist) power.

Angela - the gift that keeps on giving. I really do feel sorry for Sylar having *that* power. I mean, torture the guy much? On top of all his other abilities/problems? Keep your distance, Angela! I jest, I love your Angela. Chaos (and Fayth's humor) follows in her wake.

Great detail about Claire falling asleep with the book.

Sylar's so protective and sweet - he really is a hero! I hope Claire tells him that often.

Then, hmm, yes. Sylar's wandering hands and that sexy pout...

*Love* the mention of his subjective reality. I hadn't really thought about it in such a clear, general way like that, but that's really his perception.

D'aww! "Whatever it takes"

"She swallowed past the lump in her throat and said the three words that healed him. “I believe you.” He buried his face in the warm skin of her belly and she grasped his head, letting her hands slide into his thick hair. She leaned down slightly and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I believe that you will always be there for me, Sylar. I believe you. I trust you.” She could feel a slight dampness against her belly and knew that if he looked up now she would see tears streaming down his face. Her heart swelled for this broken man who could be claimed and comforted by those few words and genuine affection from her." -- This is just wonderful. You have a way with words. It's so sweet and moving and sincere.
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