Claire didn't know what was wrong with her but she was on edge as she stalked into the house she shared with Peter and her comatose boyfriend. She felt wrong, slightly off somehow; like there was something crawling underneath her skin and she was this close to making the attempt to claw whatever it was out of her. The feeling had started nagging her right from the moment she had woken up to find the same sight she found every day where there was no movement from Sylar or any sign that he was close to waking up.

Slamming the door behind her, she tried to ignore the strange feeling of being watched as she stomped her way into the kitchen. Dropping the bag of supplies onto the counter, she paused for a moment as she struggled just to breathe. She longed for one moment of serenity as she turned away and sighed before moving to find Peter. When she couldn't find him on the first floor, she started up the stairs to look for him.

"Peter?"

His voice floated down the stairwell, faint but clear, and presumably from the room they'd been keeping Sylar in. "Upstairs!"

She wondered how bad of a girlfriend it made her to feel for even a moment that she didn't want to go into the bedroom where she kept a constant vigil over her boyfriend's form but she figured no one could blame her. She didn't want to start losing hope but it was getting a little harder every day not to.

( "What are you doing?" she asked when she finally stepped over the threshold.Collapse )


Muse: Peter Petrelli
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 3027
Notes: Sylar is heroslayer and is used with permission.

Tags: community: lucky 7s, featuring: claire bennet, featuring: sylar, roleplay: complete, verse: dangerous game

If you got right down to it, Peter was getting a little stir-crazy. Understandable, given that he and Adam hadn't left the house when they could avoid it, both of them too afraid of being grabbed by Nathan and his men, but it didn't change facts. The walls felt like they were closing in, and in the off minutes where he didn't quite feel like climbing them in his mood, he felt like he should be out there, doing something. Helping people. Who knew if Nathan had gotten Matt or Mohinder or any of them, really, and while he hadn't parted company with his companions on the best terms, the last time they were all in the same room together, no one deserved that. No one deserved to be locked away and tortured like some kind of animal.

Not that he dared tell Adam any of that. Oh, sure, he knew all about Peter's hero complex, but given what the man had been through, he wasn't sure Adam would see it as that. He might take it as abandonment--also understandable, considering from what he understood, everyone Adam had cared about had left or betrayed him--and Peter didn't want him to think that. Not when it was the furthest thing from his mind--if he left, he'd come back for him. Not when he didn't want to hurt his lover.

So instead, somewhat resigned to being stuck in the house, he climbed the stairs to the attic. He spent a moment meandering around the room, watching as his footsteps kicked up motes of dust, the sun streaming in from the window catching them, making the air shimmer. The small things helped, really, but they didn't last, the dust settling a moment later, and then he was moving for the window at the far side of the room. Effortlessly, he climbed out it and onto the widow's peak he and Adam had become so fond of, and then he was moving over to the railing so that he could stare down at the ground, idly.

Maybe he'd go take a lap around the house or something. It wasn't like anyone would--or had--noticed him, the few times he'd taken to flying around here. Or maybe he'd just stay up here, brooding, until Adam found him. He wasn't quite sure which he felt more like doing.

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"We accept the love we think we deserve."

- Stephen Chbosky

Claire had never been in a cabin before and she had to admit that she kind of liked it. It was a change from all the motels, the truck stops and definitely a nice change from sleeping in the vehicle all the time. When Sylar had first suggested a cabin in the middle of nowhere, she hadn’t been so keen on the idea but now she was enjoying herself. They were in their own little world which made them both feel a bit safer. She knew it had to be hard at times for him since he wasn’t used to staying in one place for so long but he seemed to be enjoying himself somewhat as well. Maybe it was because they had an actual bed to sleep, and do other things in. Not that they always stuck to the bed either.

She liked having a small lake nearby too, often using it in the early morning when she wanted to swim for awhile. The cold bite of the water didn’t bother her nearly as much as it did him but he was kind of cute when he was complaining about it as she would have never guessed that her boyfriend could whine. She liked to tease him at times even if it got her the death glare at times.

The only times she hated it was when he went into town to get them supplies because it meant that she was left alone in the cabin for a few hours. He went because he could change his form and because they had both decided that anyone hunting them would definitely look for her. But she tried to find things to occupy herself with like painting her toe nails which was the task she was working at when she heard someone outside. Looking up, she smiled a little as she was surprised. She didn’t think about her attire which was a snug tank top and a pair of his boxers because she wasn’t expecting anyone but him. No one could find them here, right?

She pulled open the door with the idea of helping him if he was carrying groceries. “Hey, I didn’t expect you back so soon.” She stated with a smile. A smile that quickly died as she found it wasn’t Sylar that she was facing.

( Instead, on the other side of the door Peter was waiting for her.Collapse )

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