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Tweak says, "We already know that."

unsureidentity (unsureidentity) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-05-27 07:56:00

Entry tags:

!open, claire winchester, gabriel 'sylar' gray, james t. kirk (xi), leonard "bones" mccoy (xi), nyota uhura (xi)

WHO: Gabriel "Sylar" Gray (as...HIMSELF *omggasp*), James T. Kirk, Claire Bennet, Nyota Uhura, & OPEN (ask before joining)
WHAT: Gabriel wakes up to a new face in the mirror, one that he knows well but at the same time, has no idea who is.
WHERE: Peter & Sylar's room & the streets
WHEN: early morning
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

He hit his head, that was the first thing that happened when he woke up that morning. It was almost like he'd grown four inches over night. Reaching a hand up to rub at the bump that had been made he found with some dismay that his usually short-trimmed back hair had gotten so much longer and far more unruly. Moving his hand down to his jaw to rub at the stubble that had grown up over the night, his hands traced a jawline that was distinctly not his own. The wide and distinctive Petrelli jawline had become far more streamlined, edging into a point instead of a rounded and flat square form.

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong, and for the hundredth time in as many days, his stomach gave a sharp and unpleasant lurch seconds after his senses returned to him, and he stumbled from the bed, sparing Peter's bunk a quick and nervous glance before crossing to the bathroom, frowning as he studied his arms (far too long, far too hairy) and hands (the fingers were far too long, far too thin) before he reached the mirror and doubled back at the image that greeted him.

"Sylar," He whispered in a voice distinctly not his own, not Nathan Petrelli's. But flashes of the dream that he had had that night rang in his head, all anger and violence until amusement and annoyance replaced those emotions.

Claire's going to be so mad at me.

Those words rang in his ears, sharp and clear as the image of his own body flashed before his eyes. Nathan Petrelli: bleeding, prostrate, and quickly dying. What was left in his stomach of last night's dinner was left behind in the bathroom as he grabbed his coat (almost too small for him now) as he abandoned the room for the streets of Colligo.

He couldn't let Peter see him like this.

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x_clairebear_x
2009-05-28 11:48 am UTC (link)

"It may not mean much to him, but it sure means something to me," came a hardened voice from just behind the duo. Claire stood there, feet nearly shoulder width apart, with a brand new, newly purchased (actually exchanged, but who was being technical in a time like this?) gun in her hands. She was holding the gun with one hand, her other hand steadying them both... and she was aiming it directly at the man who had, until recently, been impersonating her father.

She knew that shooting him from this angle wouldn't kill him, but she also knew that she was going to have to fight pretty hard to get to that spot at the back of his head, and shooting him from nearly point-blank range would hopefully make him realize she meant business. Not to mention it might make her feel a little better.

Barely paying the other man present much attention, Claire's sole focus was on Sylar, her eyes narrowed and her lips set in a thin, firm line. Her voice never wavered as she stated quite coldly, "The game's over, Sylar. You're not hurting anyone else, ever again."

With that being said, Claire promptly pulled the trigger.

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buckleup
2009-05-28 12:35 pm UTC (link)

James Tiberius Kirk had a lot of bad habits; drinking, sleeping around, abusing curse words, acting like he had authority over everyone around him...oh, the list went on and on. His worst habit, however, was the one he had been most praised for recently: leaping before looking. It was something, he was told, that he'd inherited from the father he never knew and something that had contributed to his saving of the entire Earth. This, however, was not one of those times.

He didn't hear what the pretty little blonde girl had said, nor did he register the look upon her face, only that she was holding a gun and pointing it at Spock--and firing it at him.

Jim moved quickly, pushing Spock out of the way and into the empty street, a sharp, sudden burst of pain shooting through him as the bullet that was meant for Spock hit him instead.

Somehow, he was still standing. Perhaps it was due to him being used to being knocked around by now, or maybe it was due to the fire hydrant he'd backed up into that had prevented him from toppling over. He lifted his arm and looked down at his side, where blood was already starting to darken the white shirt he'd pulled on this morning. There was a metallic taste in the back of his mouth and if it weren't for the fact that he was currently in shock, he probably would've pulled his phaser and shot the girl back--or, better yet, started cursing at her; but as of right now, both his hands and his mouth refused to comply with his brain's orders as his knees gave way and he fell to the ground first on them, then onto his side.

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talentedtongue
2009-05-28 12:49 pm UTC (link)

"What did you do?!" Uhura's voice cut through the air, though it was unclear exactly who she was addressing at the moment as she glanced between the three individuals involved in horror, her gaze lingering for a moment on the man that looked like the Spock that she knew before she shook her head. That wasn't Spock. He looked similar but his bearing was different, his stance. Even if something had happened to him, the Spock that she knew wouldn't slouch like that as if he wanted to sink into the ground and disappear.

Crossing over to Kirk, Uhura dropped down onto one knee next to him, carefully moving him to try and see exactly how bad the injury was. Bullets. They were still using real bullets. And it was a stomach wound. Could she have tried something a little less damaging? Maybe a head shot? It wasn't like Jim had anything vital up there.

"You really are a moron, you know," Uhura said to Kirk, her voice incredibly gentle despite the insult. "Come on. Let's get you to McCoy," She said, tucking her arms underneath his before looking up at Claire with a heavy frown.

"I don't know who that is, but he's not the man that we know," She said, pointedly addressing the blond. "But he doesn't look dangerous, and I would appreciate it if you didn't just go around shooting people willy-nilly without a very good reason."

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x_clairebear_x
2009-05-28 12:59 pm UTC (link)

That... was not what was supposed to happen. "Crap," Claire muttered under her breath, the shock of watching someone else take the shot that was meant for Sylar causing her to slowly lower the gun and take a small step forward. She might have dropped the gun and run over to help had someone else not appeared on the scene. In retrospect, it was probably a good thing that Uhura arrived when she had.

"He murdered my father," Claire replied, almost in passing, as she temporarily forgot about Sylar in lieu of eying the other man's wound. No, her brain insisted, not 'the other man'. Captain Kirk. You shot Captain James freaking Kirk, Claire. Somewhere, there is a group of Trekkies plotting your demise.

Shaking the thought away and blaming it on mild hysteria, she added however lamely, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! He jumped in front of the gun and..." She trailed off. No amount of apologizing was going to change the fact that he was still shot because of her.

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buckleup
2009-05-28 01:36 pm UTC (link)

The shock was wearing off, something that Jim was both grateful for and hated, as though he gained back use of his limbs and the ability to speak, there was also intense pain everywhere and blood in his mouth--of which he turned his head and spat onto the ground. "That fucking stings," he said, blue eyes fixated on Claire as he bit back his pride and allowed Uhura to help him up.

Just when had she shown up, anyway?

When you were drooling on the floor, a voice in his head that sounded strangely like Admiral Pike answered.

He'd been mobile and active after being shot before back in Iowa during a scuffle he'd gotten into after he'd graduated, but that had been with a poorly-constructed homemade sad excuse for a phaser and he'd also been on an adrenaline rush at the time--now? Not so much. He was shaking a bit and knew that would make him a bad shot, so it was with a grimace at himself--or was it in pain?--that he pulled his phaser from his jeans and thrust it at Uhura.

"We're not going to talk about this later," he told her, turning his head again to spit more blood onto the ground. "...where's Spock?"

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talentedtongue
2009-05-28 01:45 pm UTC (link)

"That," Uhura asked, nodding at Gabriel who had backed against the wall and looked as those he was trying to melt into it, "shrinking violet killed your father? Excuse me if I say that I'd believe that almost as much as I'd believe that he was the man that I know," She said before turning her attention down to Kirk as his phaser was shoved into her hand. Sighing as she looked down at it, she dropped it to the side as she tightened her arms around his.

"He's not Spock. I don't know who he is, but that is an emotional response if I ever saw one," She said, looking back up at the man who had squeezed his eyes shut now, mumbling something to himself as if he was trying to act as though all of this was nothing more than a nightmare. "And Spock, even with something done to him, would do his best to maintain his composure," She said, sighing. "Do you think you can stand up? We need to get you back to McCoy before you bleed to death."

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x_clairebear_x
2009-05-28 08:18 pm UTC (link)

"Yes," Claire insisted. "His name is Sylar and he killed my father, along with a lot of other people." She was right about that much, she was sure of it. Yes, he wasn't acting like Sylar at the moment, but it was really to his advantage that he didn't. After all, if he came across as scared and harmless, she looked like the bad guy. Not him.

Opening her mouth, Claire very nearly offered to help get Captain Kirk to some help - or possibly offer to heal him herself - but something told her that they weren't about to let her. Besides, she couldn't just walk away and leave Sylar here alone. That's probably what he wanted.

So instead she simply eyed Uhura and said quietly, but with no small amount of emotion in her voice, "I really am sorry."

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buckleup
2009-05-28 08:52 pm UTC (link)

Jim watched as the phaser fell to the ground, looking up at Uhura with a narrowed-eyed expression. "When I give you a weapon, Commander," he huffed, "I expect you to use it."

Use it on who? The girl who shot you or the man you mistook for a Vulcan? A voice that--dammit, why was that voice in his head sounding like Pike again? Fuck, how much blood was he losing anyway? He looked down and saw that it was on his shoes, on Uhura, and in a puddle on the ground. You're staining the sidewalk, Kirk.

"With all due respect, Admiral, shut up," he mumbled, clamping a hand over his side in attempt to seal off the wound, not hearing what Claire or Uhura said to him at all.

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damnitjim
2009-05-28 09:11 pm UTC (link)

McCoy had rushed around his room, gathering his medical supplies and tricorder in his bag with one hand, while messaging Kaylee with the other and explaining to Joanna that he had to leave for a bit because the captain was an idiot who got himself shot and not to worry, because Miss Kaylee was coming to stay with her. Inwardly though, he was cursing Jim for pulling a stunt like this right after he watched that damn Generations movie, leaving him to think that Kirk was probably going to keel over before he got there.

He ran out of the room without waiting for Kaylee to arrive and sprinted down the stairs and out of the building to reach Jim and Uhura. Damn. All that blood...they didn't have time to get him to Uhura's room. "Commander," he said sharply, in a commanding medical tone, "help get him to the ground. We're going to have to do this here. He's lost too much blood for us to wait."

He pulled out a hypospray, pressing it to Jim's neck with more care than he showed when Jim did something stupid but not potentially fatal. "This will numb the area of the injury so that I can operate without you bitching at me." Jim seemed out of it, so he forced the captain to look at him. "Look at me, kid," he said. "You are going to be fine, but I need you to focus." With that, he shot him with the hypospray. Hopefully, he'd be able to focus, without the pain to distract him.

"Now tell me what the hell happened." He was already putting on gloves, getting out the tools he'd need to remove the bullet and close up the wound. Jim would need a transfusion, but that could wait until they took care of the gunshot wound. He shot him with another hypospray, this one to prevent any sort of infection, and got to work.

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talentedtongue
2009-05-28 09:29 pm UTC (link)

"He was already on the ground when I got here," Uhura said, moving to help Kirk lay down on the ground, careful not to let his wound get anywhere near it as she rolled him onto his back and steadied his body, keeping one arm tucked around his shoulders as the other lifted his head. "Come on, Kirk. You can't die on us. Be a hell of a thing to kick it before you even got the chance to take advantage of your Captain status," Uhura said, looking down at him to make sure that he wasn't blanking out.

Glancing up at Claire, Uhura locked her gaze on her with a sharp look, "Explain. Now."

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x_clairebear_x
2009-05-28 09:53 pm UTC (link)

Something about the arrival of yet another person - this one the famous Doctor McCoy no less - made Claire snap out of her own shock. Again she debated on offering up her blood and again she changed her mind. He wouldn't accept her help. She had a better chance of Sylar suddenly speaking up and admitting that this was not entirely her fault. And a glance at the man in question told her that wasn't likely to happen, either. In fact, if she didn't know any better, she'd swear he was broken with the way he was acting.

Who knew, though? With what Parkman did to him, it was entire possible he was broken.

Suddenly feeling weary, the rage at Sylar having reverted back to its typical seething hatred and the guilt at an innocent man getting hurt because of something she'd done both weighing her down, Claire simply shook her head.

"I have explained," she stated in a dull, flat tone as she met Uhura's gaze without flinching. "You need to work on your listening skills." And with a slight shake of her head, Claire tucked the gun back into the waistband of her jeans, turned on her heel, and walked away.

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