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Summary: Claire's been running for her life, Sylar is trying to remember, and Samuel has a plan.
Author's Note: This is a drabble series that sprang up in my mind after seeing the promo for Tabula Rasa. I wondered what could happen if Claire were to meet Sylar at the Carnival, particularly when Sylar is still a wee bit amnesiac. And of course, I wanted to write some Samuel, because I simply have a fascination with the guy. I started writing this immediately after Tabula Rasa, and it's been a pleasure to write (and I'm still writing it, to be honest). Each drabble is 100 words and each follows the previous. Many thanks to Bellonablack on LiveJournal who is my Beta for this, and keeps me from majorly failboating.
I've been super busy lately with school, other fanfics I'm working on, as well as original fiction, but here is an update. Thanks to everyone who's sticking with it.
Set: Season 4 of Heroes
No Prettier Fall - Part 13
"Sylar," Claire said, watching Sylar as he shaved. "I need to go back to Lydia's trailer and get cleaned up."
"I'll walk you there," he told her quickly, wiping his face with a towel.
It felt so strange seeing this side of Sylar, to have him as the one so protective of her. It had always been her Dad or Peter. Even Nathan, sometimes. Sylar acted as if he couldn't bear to let her out of his sight.
She wasn't sure what to make of it. Everything was happening so fast.
Perhaps Samuel or Lydia would have some sage advice.
Lydia was waiting for Claire.
Sylar stood outside; looking not-quite-ashamed at the glare Lydia threw him. He merely shrugged at her, seeming determined to wait her out.
'Stubborn,' Lydia thought.
Yielding, she left to return to her tasks.
Sylar went immediately inside to find Claire.
Claire was in the middle of dressing. She'd washed her face, brushed her hair and-
"Do you mind? I'm dressing," Claire said pointedly.
Slightly disappointed, Sylar rolled his eyes and turned his back. He'd caught only the barest glimpse of her skin.
Smooth. Tanned. Probably soft and…
He almost groaned.
She was beautiful.
Sylar made sure to sit next to Claire at the table, as if daring anyone to challenge his place. Various family members sat down, growing quiet when Samuel finally took his seat.
"I've always said that this is my favorite time of the day: being here with you, with my family. Seeing us all here together, new and familiar… it lets me know how blessed I am.
"We've been through dark times recently, but the sun is coming out. And very soon, we will step into the light.
"We will be as we were always meant to be. I promise."
Sylar had been irritated when Samuel informed him that he was needed to repair some equipment for the rides. He'd been hoping to spend more time with Claire.
He did as Samuel bade, however, after Claire had quietly reassured him that she would be fine without him.
Sylar studied the mechanism before him… Caleb had complained that the timers were off, but no one could figure out how to fix them.
He cocked his head as the ride did a test run.
"It's running twelve seconds slow, losing a second every five rotations. But don't worry. I can fix it."
"What exactly am I going to do?" Claire asked Samuel. "Everyone here has some kind of purpose or job in the carnival. I just can't stay here and do nothing."
"Well, what would you like to do?"
"I don't know," Claire said, sounding defeated. "I'm not good at that much. I don't have a useful gift like telekinesis or breathing ice."
"Listen, every gift that those such as us have, are special."
"All I do is heal."
"I think that we might be able to change that."
"What do you mean?"
"All you have to do is trust me, Claire."
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