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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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[ Let the record show that Claire felt ten kinds of lame sitting around in her house on a Friday night. Buuut, West had orientation up at NYU and hanging out with him had been remotely awkward in the ex-boyfriend sense since ... well, since he became her ex-boyfriend, anyway, and other friends had pretty much disappeared off the map when she dropped out of Costa Verde High School. So ... home on a Friday night was kind of the only option. At least she'd kept herself busy hanging out with Katara and Zuko during the week.

When Miss Moppet went running out of her lap, though, Claire's theoretical haunches raised and she got to her feet. Okay, admittedly, her instinct was in the insect department. Probably a cockroach or one of those spiders as big as her face or ... some other nightmare.

So, she crept into her dad's office (old office. her dad's old office, she had to keep reminding herself, he didn't live there anymore), shuffling around for some king-sized accounting book or -- oh. Her philosophy textbook. That could definitely work. The last thing she expected to see when she walked back towards the living room was the back of a very familiar head.
]

Mom! Lyle? [ She called it loud enough so that her family upstairs could hear. Muffled responses were made and she slammed the book down on an end table, fury rising in her expression that she tried desperately to keep down in an attempt to play it cool. Spoiler: it wasn't working. ] What are you doing here? Other than looking to get killed, because there's no way you thought you could come here and I wouldn't stab you.

[He just shrugs at her, not bothering to look up from taunting Miss Moppet with her hand. You know, that thing people do when they put their hand in the cats face and the cat pounces on it … ]

There you are. [Now he turns his head toward Claire, flashing her a bright smile.] I was starting to think maybe you weren't here. That maybe you actually had plans to be somewhere else. Hilarious, huh?

Downright laughable. [ She says it in a stiff, humorless way that indicates there's ... nothing hilarious about it, you dick. :| Her lips twitch in anger for a brief minute, threatening to curl from the flat line she's holding them in, into a sneer, and she glances around for something convenient to bludgeon him with. Flower vase. She curled her hand around the neck of the vase but didn't throw it yet -- after all, Miss Moppet was with him. :( No animal cruelty. ]

C'mere, Miss Moppet. [ The cooing in her tone was pretty big of a contrast to the death glare she was giving Sylar. Unfortunately her cat ... loves Sylar more than her. And wasn't going anywhere. Goddamn. ]

[He's not stupid. He knows Claire won't throw jack shit at him as long as Miss Moppet is in his thrall, so he takes extra steps to make she doesn't go anywhere. Who loves belly rubs? Miss Moppet does.]

She seems pretty content where she is. Do you think we should take her with us? I'd feel bad, leaving her all alone with Mr. Muggles in this great big house, wouldn't you? [Yeah he's going to babytalk the cat now.] You don't wanna be alone, do you Miss Moppet? No you don't.

Take her with us whe-- [ She stops short, figuring out the answer to her own question before she finishes it and letting go of the vase, taking a step back. ] Oh, no. No. No way. Get out of my house. I'm not going anywhere with you.

I disagree. [Oh no you didn't gurl. He freezes her in place with telekinesis and rises to his feet, stepping closer and closer. Juggling Miss Moppet and the world-hopping device is kind of hard work, so he rearranges Claire's arms into the perfect cat-holding position and deposits her there. Now he's free to ease his arm around Claire's shoulder and worldhop them back to the apartment.] C'mon, Claire. It's gonna be fun.

[ Even as useful as she knows it is by now -- she has the experience to know how this works -- she tries to struggle against the telekinetic hold. No good. When the scenery changes, she settles for holding Miss Moppet tighter like she's protecting the poor little kitten from the world. After a minute to make sure the cat's safe, she shoots a seething glare at Sylar. ]

You're psychotic.

[Spike's watching Passions and clutching a pillow to his chest. He's really into this episode even if he's seen it at least 50 times. Suddenly, his vision's obscured and that just won't do. He raises the remote and looks up to see -- Sylar and Claire, and a kitten...]

Hello, pet. [he says with something of a frown, looking from Claire to Sylar.] Didn't know we were having guests, mate.

Really? Huh. I thought I told you. [Sylar knows better than to question Spike's choices in television. Especially since he does the same damn thing when watching Desperate Housewives. He launches into giving Claire a tour like it's the most normal thing in the world.] Anyway, Claire, this is Spike. You know each other, don't you? Of course you do.

You should really see the kitchen. [Arm still around her shoulder, he starts ushering her to said kitchen.] It's to die for. I think you'll really like what we've done with it.

We've met. Hi, Spike. [ She shoots a sarcastically sweet smile at Sylar and then quickly shifts her attention to Spike, exaggeratedly making a retarded face that screams "HELP ME" as she gets dragged out from in front of the TV by Sylar. God her life. It's pretty obvious by her body language that there is nothing interesting about this tour to her. ] Yeah. It's great. Can I go now?

Uh.. everything alright, luv? [He switches off the TV and gets up to follow them to the kitchen.]

[Sylar continues on with the tour like this is the most fun Claire has ever had in her entire life. He's s-so enthusiastic about it he seems even crazier than usual.] You're right, we'll be spending plenty of time in the kitchen later. We should go upstairs! [Guess where she's being ushered now.] It'd probably be rude to let you into Brian and Spike's rooms, but you can see mine. Mine's the one with the window anyway. You need to see the view, it's really something.

That depends on your definition of all ri-- [ Except she's being ushered upstairs now and she shoots a look over her shoulder at Spike, trying to scramble away. ] No! This is not even in the same zip code as all right! [ Her tone enters shriek-y, "save me" territory. ] SPIKE!

[O.O Spike is following them upstairs now, trying to squeeze in between Sylar and Claire.]

Gabe, I think you're scaring our guest a bit. Maybe we could all have a sit down.

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