[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.]
- [rl] everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend
2003. Sunnydale. Robin Wood. Nikki's son. He tried to kill me, not that I can blame him. Did kill his mum in cold blood. But we worked it out, had a drink. I told him about my mum. We saved the world together.
I look at Sylar and I see me. I look at you. [He looks back at her.] You're his hope, Claire. You're his Buffy. It might be creepy and you may hate him--you'd be bonkers not to. But that's what I see. Can't help what I see.
Edited at 2011-05-03 04:02 pm (UTC)
On the other hand, she's really honestly flattered in a weird way to be compared to Buffy. Who wouldn't be? So when he finishes, she tries to keep the stress from making her look too genuinely upset as she responds in a strained tone. Because she can't be like Buffy -- especially not when it comes to Sylar. She doesn't have that kind of forgiveness in her. At least, she can't see it. ]
I never asked to be his Buffy. I never wanted this ... responsibility. I'm not his babysitter and you shouldn't be either -- we can't be responsible for what he does. He's chosen to be the monster he is. I can't just pretend that didn't happen and want to help him.