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[rl] everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend
even if i wanted to.
intuitivelyapt
[Sylar had to execute his plan perfectly. First he had to wait until Friday, which was a trial considering how he'd rather just hop back to Claire's world (His? Was it really his anymore?) and grab her any old time.

But he told her Friday, so he waited. Besides, she had to appreciate the humor of it. Even if she pretended not to when he sent her the video.

Next was waiting for the perfect moment to "borrow" Spike's world-hopping device. Swiping things from his roommates wasn't always easy, but he'd learned to be sneaky and subtle about it. (Or at least, he thought he did.)

Then it was a matter of finding Claire. Luckily, she was in Costa Verde. Easy as pie. Pie she'd soon be baking for him.

In the middle of his house-wide search for Claire, Miss Moppet found him, pouncing on his shoe. It was almost disappointing to see that she was slowly but surely growing up from her original kitten size. Picking her up off the ground, Sylar opted to wait on the living room sofa while entertaining the cat on his lap. Claire would reveal herself sooner or later.]

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[He wraps his arm around her gently, so she can shrug him off if she's uncomfortable.]

Now, pet, that's up to you. He's still got my lighter and I'll fight him to get it back for you. Or we can try to run on foot. But I think we've got a better chance if we just sit with him for a while. You're not up to it and I'll figure something else out, alright?

[ She lets him get away with it for the time being, though her shoulders do tense. ]

I'm tired of humoring him. He's supposed to be out of my life. He's supposed to be dead. [ She scrubs her hands over her face. She wasn't going to force Spike into fighting him because of that, though, it wasn't her call to make. And his willingness to do it didn't mean he wanted to. Given all her conversations with Willow about Spike needing somebody on his side to get better, she couldn't take away the person on Sylar's that might make him remotely better. Even if it didn't seem to be working so far. ]

Fine. All right, I'll stick around. But if he tries anything creepy, I'm running.

[He drops his hand with a pat to her shoulder, getting back up.]

I owe you for this one, bit.

[Sylar is an impatient little bitch yelling from the living room.]

I ORDERED THE CHINESE.

[ She groans at Sylar's bitching and gets to her feet as well. Muttering, mostly for Spike's benefit; ] I hate Chinese.

[He laughs, trotting down the stairs.] We're coming, you wanker.

[At this point, Sylar's sitting on the couch with his eyes fixed on the staircase, watching them.] I heard that. What's so wrong with Chinese?

[ She follows after Spike, staying close to him, and sneers a little at Sylar once they're in the living room. ] Well, for starters, the fact that you ordered it. [ ... actually that's the beginning and end of her problem with Chinese. ]

[He sits next to Sylar so Claire can go on sticking close to him, ignoring their bickering with professional ease.]

What'd you order, mate? I hope it includes dumplings.

[Sylar actually gets up to sit next to Claire, changing their seating order to Sylar-Claire-Spike. ]

Dumplings, lo mein, crab rangoon, kung pao chicken, general tso's, pepper steak ... I though it should be a kind of smorgasbord, you know? [And then he snaaaakes his arm around Claire's shoulders. Again.]

[ Claire is looking ... steadily more like she might hurl. And she inches closer to Spike as Sylar slides his arm around her shoulders, trying to shrug them to get him off of her. ]

I think that's just an excuse for you to eat like a starved wild animal.

Sylar. [He rolls his eyes, pushing at the man's arm.] Cut it out.

Right, and I've got some oceanfront property you should check out in Arizona. [ She's just going to ... get up and move to Spike's other side now. It's going to be musical chairs for the rest of life. ]

I'll bet.

[Yeah, he's moving too. He's this close to holding her in place with telekinesis, but he won't. Because HE'S A NICE GUY. Look, at least he hasn't started the arm-around-shoulder routine again.]

So, have you ever watched this before? Spike really likes it.

[Spike glares at Sylar, but he's not moving, so you're probably halfway in his lap if you're really that determined to sit with Claire.]

It's a bloody classic. It's a shame they cancelled it.

[ Oh, sure. So kind. This is officially too dogpiley and horrible for Claire so she's just ... clawing for the arm rest of the couch and scooting as close to it as she can possibly get and they can just ... sit in each other's laps and be gay. ]

Soap operas aren't really my thing. [ She glances past Sylar at Spike, giving a half shrug. ] No offense. I just prefer stuff like Gossip Girl and 90210. [ ... TOTALLY DIFFERENT. ]

[The more she claws, the more Sylar tries to occupy the space she used to reside in. Too bad it wasn't a hell of a lot of space and he's still practically in Spike's lap. ]

I think we should be respectful of Spike's choices in television-watching.

Thank you, Sylar. But you know, bit's gotta point. 90210 isn't half bad. We didn't get Gossip Girl in Hell, though. [He looks over at Claire, a bored expression on his face like a 200lb gazelle isn't sitting in his lap, and she isn't clawing for her life.] Is it any good?

I think you should respect my desire to not be here, I guess neither of us get what we want. [ She's much more civil when she answers Spike, though. ] It's pretty good. I mean, it's gotten kind of redundant but I guess most shows do when they go on this long. I'm pretty sure everyone is tired of Chuck and Blair's failed romance now.

I think the fact that 90210 is on in Hell should speak for itself. [Deadpan stare at Spike. God he's so tired of this entire conversation.] You know what I like? Desperate Housewives. [This is his awkward socially stunted version of trying to join in ... ]

That one's not half bad. I like the redhead.

Are you kidding me? It's not exactly realistic. I mean, a plane, like, crashed on their street. At least 90210 and Gossip Girl are realistic.

It was a small plane! It wasn't like it was a jetliner.

I'm with Sylar. Weirder happens in the suburbs every day.

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