Title: Sugar Coated Accident

Part Two – Signed With An X
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Sylar/Claire
Rating: pg-13
Prompt: Wicked Little High for
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Word Count: 475 words
Note: Dedicated to
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"So I see you got my presents then. Didn't like the ring? We can get you another one if you'd like."

"Wait… It was you? No…just no."

"Awh baby doll. Why are you fighting that loving feeling?"


He was humming, breakfast in hand, as he opened the door to his motel room. Today was a good day, the first day of the rest of his life. Now that he and Claire were married…wait a minute. Where did his little Claire-Bear go?

He takes in the empty room and the lack of her clothes scattered on the floor. It seemed like his little princess hightailed it out of here without reading his note. He shakes his head in mock disappointment. What a waste of a good croissant.

They were going to have to have a talk about this when he got her back.

He leaned back onto the bed and slowly ate his breakfast, while trying to figure out exactly how to plan his next move. People always did say that love is a battlefield, or maybe the saying was all's fair in love and war. He could probably come up with a whole bunch more sayings equating love and death, but he figured his new bride probably wouldn't find them as humorous as he did (considering how they met and all).

He briefly flirted with the idea of punishing her for trying to take away what fate had given him, but then nixed that idea. Somehow he didn't think her family's bloody corpses would win him too many brownie points (damn that meant he was going to have to play nice with Petrelli, didn't it).

He sighs, looking around the room once more to try and figure out the best way to handle this situation. Her panties are still balled up in the pocket of his suit jacket and the marriage license is still where he left it on the dresser. He smirked and can almost picture the little cartoon light bulb going off over his head. Looked like it was time to have some fun with the Misses.


One week later, twelve blood red roses arrive at Claire's dorm room. Not by delivery guy, but just dropped off at the door. Maddie squeals, excited. "I told you he'd find you." Claire grabs the note attached to the flowers.

"I'd be happy just to find out who the creep is". She glazes over the card's generic platitude, and opens the other folded piece of paper in the envelope.

"It's a marriage certificate."

"I told you it was for real."

"It's signed with an X, who does that. There's no way this is legal."

"So I guess he's still a mystery guy then. But the mystery guy knows you, or at least where you live."

"Maddie, that only makes it that much more creepy."