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Tweak says, "Save the cheerleader"

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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unsureidentity
2009-05-29 11:35 pm UTC (link)

"I'm sorry," The words were small, sheepish, and apologetic, coming from the figure standing far off from the small gathering of Starfleet personnel. He didn't understand fully why Claire had tried to shoot him. He didn't know why she'd want to hurt Sylar, like she had called him, but Sylar was dead, and he had been nothing but nice to her since they had arrived. Why would she try and hurt him like that? It didn't make any sense. "I didn't mean for anyone to get hurt," He said, taking a small step towards the group. There had to be something that he could do.

At least there was one thing that had become clear to him in the few minutes that had just passed.

He wasn't Spock.

So the Captain hadn't be protecting his first officer. He'd just been throwing himself in front of some random person.

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talentedtongue
2009-05-29 11:49 pm UTC (link)

"You're not the one that shot him," Uhura snapped, her temper strained as she looked down her Kirk, a very slight smile on her face. At least he was still there enough to make sarcastic quips. "Don't worry. The feeling's mutual," She said to the Captain before looking back over at McCoy. "The best I can understand, she was trying to shoot him," Uhura said, nodding to the man that Claire had referred to as Sylar before looking back down at Kirk. "And instead, Mister Bright Idea here decided to jump in front of the bullet."

"Apparently, he forgot how much of a mess weapons tend to make when they come in contact with vulnerable human flesh that isn't wearing proper protective gear," She said, sighing as she shifted to keep her legs from going to sleep, sitting cross-legged behind Kirk and resting his head in her lap. "You say anything, and I smack you."

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damnitjim
2009-05-30 12:06 am UTC (link)

McCoy shook his head. "Gathered that much, kid," he said. "I was asking who you charmed into shooting you so quick." Some people might be surprised at Bones's lack of bedside manner in this instance, but Jim needed something familiar to focus on right now. And, to be honest, he needed it to. He laughed as Kirk declared his hate, figuring it was directed at him. "Don't be such a baby, Jim. You always bitch at the littlest injury. This right here? It's nothing."

He stopped speaking, focusing on removing the bullet from his friend. Thankfully, it seemed to have missed the vital organs. It took some work, but he got the bullet out and cleaned it off, pressing it into Kirk's hand. "Figure you'll want a souvenir." He reached into his bag for one of his devices, wanting to repair what damage had been done, and looked up at Uhura. "He wouldn't be Jim if he wasn't constantly leaping without looking."

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buckleup
2009-05-30 08:43 pm UTC (link)

Now he felt wasted, but knew for a fact that he hadn't touched alcohol in a while. Must be the pain killers. Still, he lifted the blood stained hand that wasn't fisted around the bullet that Bones had gave him and gestured to the spot where Claire had been standing. "Some pretty blonde with a nice set of le--hey, where'd she go?" Jim turned his head, pressing his cheek against Uhura's thigh unintentionally as he tried to see if the blonde was still there, just standing at an angle he couldn't see her in.

Guess she took off.

"Where's Spock?" He hadn't registered that Uhura had told him earlier that Sylar wasn't his Half-Vulcan first officer. He looked to Bones. "Where's that pointy-eared bastard?"

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unsureidentity
2009-05-30 08:53 pm UTC (link)

He felt like he should hide, find somewhere to go to that would be more appropriate for him and less crowded with people who knew someone that he looked like, but he couldn't bring himself to retreat, instead taking another step towards the group and another before he was finally kneeling at the other side, well out of the doctor's way but close enough that he could be seen without much thrashing about in Uhura's lap (pity).

"I'm sorry," He said, a sincere regret in his voice. "I don't think I'm who you're looking for."

As much as he would have liked it to be that simple. Looking up and between the two other officers, Gabriel frowned as he turned his attention back down to Captain Kirk. "Is there anything I can do?"

It was pretty much his fault, after all.

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talentedtongue
2009-05-30 08:57 pm UTC (link)

"Dr. McCoy has it handled," Uhura said, frowning softly. The resemblance really was remarkable this close up. With the exception of the ears, the eyebrow and hair badly need a trim, and him desperately requiring a shave, there wasn't a single thing out of place that she could see. Even the expressions were similar, if more clearly stated than Spock's, to the degree that it was very troubling to Uhura that there could be a human that look that much like him.

It had to be more than just a mere coincidence.

"But we appreciate the offer all the same."

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