The Distant Moon
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Claire gazed out her side of the Haitian's car. The asphalt was cold and black, seemingly impervious to all of Claire's emotions. Since the bridge, Claire and the Haitian had only spoken when absolutely necessary. On each side of the road at this point, there were two large hills, which shrouded them from the whitewash of the moonlight. Claire didn't mind. Her hair hadn't been brushed or cared for much that entire day, not to mention the tear streaks that marred her perfect face.
"Don't worry you will find the answer if you let it go
Give yourself some time to falter"
As the Haitian beside her quietly turned the corner, the hills that had previously been their shelter suddenly disappeared. Claire caught a glance of herself and wasn't at all surprised. Her father truly had loved her. Yet, he'd been doing experiments on her fellows. She wondered, since the Haitian had made him forget, if he'd be obliged to take her to his bosses if they crossed paths again. The fact that he'd allowed himself to endure pressure from all different angles of life- just for Claire astounded her. She didn't consider herself so worthy of protection. If I was worthy of his protection, she thought, then why weren't others? A single tear sneaked out, catching Claire unaware. The blood that was staining her coat had dried hours ago, but she refused to look down at her shirt, in fear of letting her emotions control her. She quickly wiped the drop away, and sighed.
Meanwhile, in the seat next to her, the man known simply as "the Hatian" watched his passenger's reactions. They were surprisingly calm, considering the fact that she was a teenage girl, and a super-powered one as well. The memories of other people floated in the back of his mind, haunting him eerily whenever he lost focus of whatever he was doing. He glanced at Claire as he heard her sigh.
"Do you want to sleep?" he asked slowly, his sentence drawn out by his accent.
Claire slowly shook her head, but then decided on a more polite response, "No," she replied hoarsely, "But thank you." She looked over at his emotionless face. For all the things he'd been through, for it truly showed in his eyes, he wore on faithfully. I should take an example, Claire thought pensively. She met her own eyes in the rearview mirror. Her eyes weren't red, although you could see the sadness surrounding them, and she wasn't smiling deceivingly or masking her pain with talk. All that needed to be said had been said. Now all they needed to do was let Time do what it did best- heal. Even though Claire was quite indestructible, she would never heal on the inside, and she was forever changed.
"But don't forgo know that you're loved no matter what
And everything will come around in time"
So they drove on, meandering through obscurely moonlit country roads, barely speaking, nor meeting each other's gazes. They merely wore an almost identical look on their faces and stared at the cold, metallic asphalt that led them to their destination.
A/N: I hope you liked the first chapter. I'm going to be writing according to each episode, after each episode. Please review to let me know how I can make things better! All quotes in italics between paragraphs were by Sarah Maclachlan.