Fic: The Chase
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trillianastraTitle: The Chase
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Claire, mention of other characters.
Rating: PG-13
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They’ve been doing this for decades, now, this strange dance where she runs and he finds her, until she slips away all over again. It’s been so long, she can barely remember her old life, when she didn’t have to run, didn’t need the contact lenses and the hair dye and the fake IDs that she changes every month or so. She hasn’t been back to Costa Verde for years, and sees her few remaining friends only rarely, when she thinks it’s safe. The last time she saw her dad was five months ago, a carefully-planned ‘chance’ meeting in a café in Buenos Aires. Even now, she can’t shake the image in her mind of what he’d looked like. When she was a little girl, she’d imagined that her dad would always be there, tall and strong, never changing. She’d never thought that she’d see him like that, old and getting weaker by the month.
He still tries, arranging the network of allies that provides her with aliases, and support when she needs it, but it’s not the same. She used to know the people who passed bundles to her on the street. Now she sees the fresh-faced young agents and she doesn’t know any of them. Still, she tells herself, it’s safer that way. Because he knows who her friends are. He knows about Peter and Micah and Molly and Lyle and Simon and her dad. All he would need to do to find her would be to find one of them, and trail them until they led him to her. She shudders, remembering that he found her that way in Rome, and Shanghai, and he’d’ve got her that way in Zurich if it hadn’t been for the last-minute change of plans.
She’s in London now. Her ID says Alex Moffat, and the picture shows that of a tanned teenage boy with short blond hair. Disguising herself as a boy is something she’s only tried a few times before, but never for long stretches like this. Her hair is cut short, and her contacts have constructed an identity for her, placing ‘Alex’ as a transfer student at a boarding school.
‘Alex’ is careful to make the teachers and the other students think of ‘him’ as quiet, shy, painfully modest. She makes sure that her – his – grades are always average, knowing that sticking out will get her noticed, and getting noticed means that there is more chance of him finding her. Everyday things are the most difficult, like taking showers alone and making sure that she walks right and talks right.
Still, even as she goes through the daily routine of pretending to be someone that she isn’t, deep down she knows that it can only work for so long. He’ll find her. He always does, eventually. He’s smart, and patient, and as impossible to hold back as the tides. Every time she starts fresh, part of her is already expecting to see him walk around a corner wearing that smug little smile of his.
It’s almost three months since she became Alex that it happens. It’s late, and she’s reading in the library, when she feels a whisper of air behind her. She looks up immediately, and freezes when she hears a familiar voice.
“Hello, Claire,” he says from the shadows. She shuts the book she was reading.
“You’re still doing this?” She tries to sound braver than she is, tries to sound like she’s not afraid of him.
“You’re still hiding.”
She throws the book at him. He deflects it with a thought and it falls to the floor, forgotten. “You can’t hide from me, Claire. How much longer do we have to do this? Just stop running, accept me. You can have a life again.”
“I don’t want a life with you!”
“What if it’s the only option?”
“It’ll never be the only option. Because one day, I’m going to figure out how to kill you, for good. That’s when I’ll stop running.”
He laughs softly. “That’s my girl. So much life, so much fire…” Without looking up, he flicks his fingers and she is thrown backwards, flying through the window behind her and crashing to the ground in a hail of broken glass. He flies through the now empty window frame and glides down to the ground, where she lies with a shard of glass buried in her chest. He crouches down next to her and pulls the glass out. As she returns to life, he strokes her short hair and murmurs, “You will change your mind. And when you do, I’ll be waiting…”
With that, he is gone, and Claire has to clean herself up and sneak back to her bed before anyone wakes up and notices the broken glass. The next day, she tells the headmaster that ‘Alex’ has a family emergency and leaves the school, already thinking of where she can go, what she can try next.
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Claire, mention of other characters.
Rating: PG-13
For "Heroes, Claire/Sylar, she tries to hide by crossdressing" @
comment_ficThey’ve been doing this for decades, now, this strange dance where she runs and he finds her, until she slips away all over again. It’s been so long, she can barely remember her old life, when she didn’t have to run, didn’t need the contact lenses and the hair dye and the fake IDs that she changes every month or so. She hasn’t been back to Costa Verde for years, and sees her few remaining friends only rarely, when she thinks it’s safe. The last time she saw her dad was five months ago, a carefully-planned ‘chance’ meeting in a café in Buenos Aires. Even now, she can’t shake the image in her mind of what he’d looked like. When she was a little girl, she’d imagined that her dad would always be there, tall and strong, never changing. She’d never thought that she’d see him like that, old and getting weaker by the month.
He still tries, arranging the network of allies that provides her with aliases, and support when she needs it, but it’s not the same. She used to know the people who passed bundles to her on the street. Now she sees the fresh-faced young agents and she doesn’t know any of them. Still, she tells herself, it’s safer that way. Because he knows who her friends are. He knows about Peter and Micah and Molly and Lyle and Simon and her dad. All he would need to do to find her would be to find one of them, and trail them until they led him to her. She shudders, remembering that he found her that way in Rome, and Shanghai, and he’d’ve got her that way in Zurich if it hadn’t been for the last-minute change of plans.
She’s in London now. Her ID says Alex Moffat, and the picture shows that of a tanned teenage boy with short blond hair. Disguising herself as a boy is something she’s only tried a few times before, but never for long stretches like this. Her hair is cut short, and her contacts have constructed an identity for her, placing ‘Alex’ as a transfer student at a boarding school.
‘Alex’ is careful to make the teachers and the other students think of ‘him’ as quiet, shy, painfully modest. She makes sure that her – his – grades are always average, knowing that sticking out will get her noticed, and getting noticed means that there is more chance of him finding her. Everyday things are the most difficult, like taking showers alone and making sure that she walks right and talks right.
Still, even as she goes through the daily routine of pretending to be someone that she isn’t, deep down she knows that it can only work for so long. He’ll find her. He always does, eventually. He’s smart, and patient, and as impossible to hold back as the tides. Every time she starts fresh, part of her is already expecting to see him walk around a corner wearing that smug little smile of his.
It’s almost three months since she became Alex that it happens. It’s late, and she’s reading in the library, when she feels a whisper of air behind her. She looks up immediately, and freezes when she hears a familiar voice.
“Hello, Claire,” he says from the shadows. She shuts the book she was reading.
“You’re still doing this?” She tries to sound braver than she is, tries to sound like she’s not afraid of him.
“You’re still hiding.”
She throws the book at him. He deflects it with a thought and it falls to the floor, forgotten. “You can’t hide from me, Claire. How much longer do we have to do this? Just stop running, accept me. You can have a life again.”
“I don’t want a life with you!”
“What if it’s the only option?”
“It’ll never be the only option. Because one day, I’m going to figure out how to kill you, for good. That’s when I’ll stop running.”
He laughs softly. “That’s my girl. So much life, so much fire…” Without looking up, he flicks his fingers and she is thrown backwards, flying through the window behind her and crashing to the ground in a hail of broken glass. He flies through the now empty window frame and glides down to the ground, where she lies with a shard of glass buried in her chest. He crouches down next to her and pulls the glass out. As she returns to life, he strokes her short hair and murmurs, “You will change your mind. And when you do, I’ll be waiting…”
With that, he is gone, and Claire has to clean herself up and sneak back to her bed before anyone wakes up and notices the broken glass. The next day, she tells the headmaster that ‘Alex’ has a family emergency and leaves the school, already thinking of where she can go, what she can try next.
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Date: 2009-09-15 07:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-15 08:01 pm (UTC)I've actually had a Sylar/Claire idea in my head for a while, and that fitted your prompt... I'm thinking about doing something longer, too, if I can find the time.
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Date: 2009-09-15 08:37 pm (UTC)