Sylar

It's been two years. Two years and a small miracle if he's gotten to be himself as many times over the course of the years. He can't say he minds, though, as he's built up a certain level of trust with them, wearing Claire's face, and he's almost sure that no one really suspects that there's a wolf living among the sheep. He's been too careful, and the only one with more than a handful brain cells to rub together seems to be Claude, who would rather be spouting insults than scrutinizing his friends.

It's been two years. Two years and they're finally starting to think that he's dead or that the Company recaptured him. He can't say he minds, though, as he's a patient man and this is all with the end game in mind, for once. He needs to be stronger than Peter, and with his latest new ability, he's almost sure he has it in the bag. Peter won't be able to figure out how to use it fast enough, if he realizes he has a new ability at all, and he'll finally be able to take what he's coveted -- obsessed over -- since he first came to Virginia.

It's been two years. Two years and they beat him to the punch, waiting for him when he walks in the door of Peter's apartment, wearing Claire's face. That, he does mind. He wanted to be the one to make the great reveal, but Claude doesn't give him the chance, naming him without doubt or hesitation as the door closes behind him. He supposes he could keep up the act, but he's not stupid. His house of cards has come tumbling down, and people who have managed to catch the edges of truth behind a good trick never let go.

( It's been two years, and he can't wait two more. )


Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 1788
Notes: Claude is not_theactor and is all mine to use and abuse. Peter is hadtobeahero and Erin is touch_and_know, and both are used with permission and love. This is meant to be the 5YG Dark Future equivalent for the verse, and is a prelude to this.