Fic: Sylar and Shiraz

[cruiscin_lan]

Title: Sylar and Shiraz
Author: cruiscin_lan
Prompt: Written for sylelle_chall's second drabble challenge - "I don't know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every part of my body is broken too."
Pairing, Characters: Sylar/Elle, Claire
Rating: G
Spoilers/Warnings:Spoilers for all of Volume III
Word Count: 324
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters.
Summary: Sylar spares Claire for some girl-talk.

"I don't know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every part of my body is broken too."

Claire, who knew exactly what it felt like to have every part of her body broken, rolled her eyes and sighed, dropping her head into her hand. When Sylar offered to let everyone else go as long as she remained behind, she didn't think twice. She could easily sacrifice her life for her father, Meredith and Angela. Had she known that an all-night sob session with Sylar lay in store, she might have reconsidered. It didn't help that he had found the secret wine cabinet in the fancy office that had once been Bob Bishop's.

"She lied to me, Claire, she just outright lied to me. I asked her if I was a Petrelli and she said yes and that's just not true."

He sounded like every cheerleader on the squad back in Odessa after they'd just been dumped. It was a little different, because Sylar wasn't a cheerleader, he was a serial killer, and he hadn't been dumped, he had charbroiled his girlfriend in an impromptu beachside barbecue, but the sentiment remained the same.

"She kept telling me that she was responsible for me being what I am - a monster. Like she was taking credit for it or something. I'm sorry, but I was killing people just fine on my own before she came along."

With every added emphasis, Sylar stuttered and spat. Claire had to continually wipe away droplets of red wine diluted with spittle from her face. Claire grimaced at how red Sylar's teeth looked after all that Shiraz.

"But she was great at sex. I never had sex before, and..."

"Ew, gross!" Claire interjected, covering her ears. "Please kill me now."

"I miss her already. I miss her so much, Claire. I miss her so much. She was so pretty, and she made me pie that one time..."

Claire knew that it was going to be a long night.

Comments

[di-elle.livejournal.com]

lol! :D

[stefichan.livejournal.com]

LOL.

I can see a whiney wino Sylar.

Poor Claire.

[jncar.livejournal.com]

Lol!

Poor Claire. I love the comparison to a dumped cheerleader. :D

[faded-facade.livejournal.com]

This had me giggling the entire time while I was reading it.

[mrstater.livejournal.com]

LOL This killed me: "But she was great at sex. I never had sex before, and..."

[vodooman.livejournal.com]

omg! lol!!!!

that is sooo funny.. .but i wonder why claire didn't just out-right tell him that he was to blame for elle's crispy situation... *rolls-eyes* i mean he did burn her...

hehehehe... really wonderfull!!!!

[dragynflies.livejournal.com]

this wuz rilly good. plz rite moar soon, I kno u will!!


Oh man, even typing that hurt my head. Anyway, I loved it. The idea of a drunk Sylar cracked me up more than it probably should have.

And made me think that yeah, it was probably pretty likely they were both virgins...which explains the awkward position and weird shirt cover ;)

[candlewaxdreams.livejournal.com]

Ha! I love how middle school emo Sylar sounds in this! Poor Claire! She can't even cut her ears off - they'd just grow back! Of course, it's his fault that Elle is dead. I don't think he has ground to stand on, really ;)

[superkappa.livejournal.com]

Poor Claire, to have to sit through that.

I really like this, it amused me.

[thebishopfiles.livejournal.com]

LOL. This is cool!

[shamusandstone.livejournal.com]

Aww, muffin! *plays the world's tiniest violin for Sylar*

Seriously, though, this is tea-spittingly funny and a really great alternate ending for volume 3.