for just_fck_me: amomaxia (rp with girl_ofsecrets)

Claire had decided along the way somewhere that she liked the Jeep that she had chosen as she could fold down the back seat to make a sort of bed that she could lay on. Sylar would have to curl up just a bit to fit but it worked better than sleeping on the back seat. Not as comfortable as a hotel bed or any other bed but it worked for being on the run.

She wasn't sure what time it was, she figured it was late as the night was an inky onyx color, broken by tiny pinpricks of light that she could see through the tinted glass of the vehicle. She wasn't sure where they were either but she figured close to the border which was a comforting thought as well. Comfort would be nice as she had been feeling weird ... maybe from constantly looking at a female in the front seat or maybe it was because things felt different. She was no longer on the run because she had to be; she had chosen it.

Sylar, still wearing the female body they'd decided on, shot a glance back at her through the rear view mirror. Claire had been asleep for the better part of the afternoon, and considering the fact that she knew the other girl hadn't slept most of the time she'd been unconscious, she didn't blame her. In fact, it was almost a shock that she was awake now, and the killer spent a moment in silence, wondering whether she'd doze back off before bothering to speak up.

"It's late," she started, casually, as if she'd somehow read Claire's mind.

Perhaps it was the long drive doing it to her or maybe it was just pure exhaustion finally catching up to her from staying awake for days while plotting to get Sylar back. He had saved her the effort, he had made it back himself all on his own but it still had taken a toll on her. Laying there on her side, she glanced up at him -- her --and nodded a little at the comment.

( "You should sleep if you're tired, there should be a place to pull over." )

Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count 7312