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everything's gotta burn to get back to its purest state;

all the best has yet to be laid to waste

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[rl] everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend
even if i wanted to.
[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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[ Well, SPIKE didn't cut her head open and -- you know the rest by now. She shoots a glare over her shoulder at Sylar but pulls a coke out of the fridge anyway because ... what the hell, more reason to be over in the kitchen for a while. She begins hunting through cabinets. ] Yeah, sure thing. [ It's meant for both. ]

Where's the kettle? [ While she shuts one of the cabinets, she pulls the big butcher knife out of the knife block. That awkward moment when she's grateful that they live with Brian ... Whatever. The handle is getting tucked into the back of her pants, and she tugs her shirt over it to hide it. Best hiding place ever? I think so. ]

Next to the stove, bit. [He answers absently, sinking back into his program.]

I don't know why you're special enough to get tea. [He slouches back into the sofa with his arms crossed and tries to pay attention to the program. With a minor amount of success.]

Right. Beside the stove. [ She is actually going to fill it with water and put tea on because she's ... not sure if he was just being a bro or if he seriously wants tea. And now she wants it anyway, so regardless. Tea is happening. But once it's on, she grabs the soda can off the counter and walks over behind the couch, leaning on the back of it between Sylar and Spike and tossing it into Sylar's lap. ] Happy Birthday.

[He had heard the metal as she tried so carefully to slide the knife out of the drawer, and he could only guess Sylar had heard it too. This was about to get messy, but he was here to back Claire up, and he stiffens, keeping his eyes trained on the TV as he gets ready to interfere.] Didn't know it was your birthday, mate. So sorry I didn't get you anything.

[Oh, Sylar. Such an idiot.] It's not my birthday. [said with an unadded duh. He's going to start opening his can now.]

Edited at 2011-04-29 01:08 pm (UTC)

Good. Guess I don't have to feel bad about bringing this instead of a cake. [ The "this" is vague at first but quickly explained when she ... pulls the knife out and tries to stab him in the back of the neck with it as quickly as she can manage. With any luck (and she has none) she might even ... succeed before he TK's her. ]

[Don't mind Spike he's just going to ... try to take his lighter back out of Sylar's pocket while he's ~distracted~]

[Because Sylar is distracted by ~all the love in his heart~ and Claire might never be able to go home otherwise, she actually succeeds for the first second time in her life. He only has time to make a vaguely shocked expression before he slumps forward, temporarily dead.]

[ she heaves an exhale of surprise when she feels the knife meet its mark and bury in his spine. her hands stay rooted to it for a minute in disbelief, then she slowly moves them away and lets him slump forward, stepping back some and looking grim. it takes a moment, but then she looks at spike. ]

Got your worldhopper thing?

[He pulls out the lighter, looking a bit sad a second before he dashes it.] Got it, luv. [Spike's getting up, dropping a hand to her shoulder and then they're in Santa Verde. He winces--it is still daylight--but nothing happens. Different dimension thing, it gets him every time.] You alright?

[ she's visibly distracted for a minute, because it's never easy to get used to the time/space-warp deal. when she looks back at him, the distraction seems to persist at first. ]

I've had better days. [ but as she hesitates for a moment, that distraction turns to a stern, grim resignation. ] You're gonna pull it out as soon as you get back, aren't you? [ it comes across like an accusation. ]

[He tips his head to the side, confused a second.] Is that how I bring him back? [Oh wait, that was a question for him first.] What else would I do with him?

You could always do the world a favor and burn it. [ bitter? not at all. ] He's obviously not all that reformed if he's still going all psycho kidnapper! He's just a liar. And when he snaps again like he did with Elle, guess whose fault it'll be?

You think I should kill him. [There's no emotion in his voice, he's just having a hard time following Claire right now.] I should've...

I'm sorry.

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