Disclaimer: If I truly owned Heroes would I be writing this? I think not! I'd be trying my hand with Milo or Thomas XD
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Claire sat down on her bed with a smile on her face. It'd been a couple of hours since she hung up with Zach, though she hadn't really had any time to think about the call until now. West had been trying to focus her attention elsewhere. She had a feeling that he didn't really want Zach to visit though she had no clue why. It didn't make any sense, because she'd explained to him half a million times already that she had no feelings for Zach. So why wouldn't he believe her? A frown took the place of the smile that had previously occupied her face.
Why wouldn't West believe her? Did he just not trust her? Or did he really believe there was more to her friendship then what met the eye? This was all crazy, why was she wasting her time on these thoughts? West trusted her and even if he didn't she knew where Zach and herself stood, and that was all that mattered anyway. She let her mind wander back to Zach and she was excited, she'd get to see him!
"Claire! Dinner!" her mother called up the stairs.
She got off her bed and headed downstairs to the table, taking her seat. Lyle and her father were already there waiting for her. She glanced at the clock 7:10, she was ten minutes late. Her family always ate at seven, she was just preoccupied with thoughts to notice the time. "Sorry," she said.
"I bet it was that guy," Lyle said to his father.
"It better not have been," Mr. Bennet replied, his voice even. Quite clearly there was anger just underneath the surface though.
"It wasn't West," Claire said defensively. Technically, she supposed, it could have been labeled as him as that's where his thoughts had been, but then again they were also on Zach.
"He left a little while ago," her mother supplied, then turned to Claire. "You really should talk to him about using a door."
"Right, I'll be sure to do that," she said, forcing a smile. The reason why she didn't talk to West about using a door was the fact of what happened after he had discovered who her father was. She'd finally managed to convince him that she wasn't out to kill him, but he still didn't want to run into her father. Which was the main reason why he used her window, the other being that both of them liked it better that way. It allowed them more privacy in a way. Though apparently not much got past her mother.
"I still don't like the idea of you having a boyfriend," said her father.
Claire rolled her eyes. "Dad, come on I'm sixteen years old! You can't expect me to not have a boyfriend!"
He opened his mouth to make a reply, but his wife cut him off. "That's enough of this conversation for right now, we can talk about it later." And just like that the conversation was through. The only sound that filled the house was the clank of spoons and forks on plates. After everyone finished eating Mrs. Bennet walked over to the counter that held a store-bought pie.
"Who wants pie?" she asked, Lyle immediately replied while Claire and Noah stayed quiet. "Claire? Noah?" she asked.
Both simply shook her head no, she sighed and put a piece on both of their plates anyway. "Just in case you change your mind." Claire ended up eating her piece after a while, while her father decided not to. When she was done she began to head up her room, but stopped when she heard a knock at the door.
"I'll get it!" she volunteered, practically running over to the door. She opened it and grinned upon seeing who was standing on the other side. "Zach!"
Zach grinned slightly as she threw her arms around him and hugged him, not even really thinking about it. She was just so happy to see him, it hit her more then ever just how much she had missed him over the last few months. "How'd you get here so quick?"
"Plane," he replied. He didn't feel like mentioning the fact that his parents had already saved up money for him to come and visit her. It might be a bit embarrassing, and maybe a tad awkward. Though he wasn't quite sure why it would be, maybe because he was sure that his parents saw their relationship a little differently then they did.
Mrs. Bennet walked up behind her daughter and smiled brightly. "Zach, it's good to see you," she smiled at him. "Come in."
Mr. Bennet walked up behind them to, though his reaction was quite different. "How'd you find out where we were?"
"Noah! Don't question the poor boy, I'm sure Claire here invited him," Mrs. Bennet said, turning to face her husband.
"Dad, I called him. I mean I know you said that we were suppose to lay low, but I missed Zach," Claire said to her father, knowing that he probably wouldn't understand, but hoping that he might.
"Was it a bad idea for me to come?" Zach asked Claire quietly.
"No it wasn't," she replied just as quietly. "He's just having some issues lately, it'll all work out."
"Well fine I guess he can stay," Mr. Bennet said after a while. Secretly he was hoping that maybe having Zach around would either scare West off or just make Claire forget about him. Neither were very likely but it was worth a shot after all.
"Thanks Dad," Claire said happily.
"Where are you staying Zach?" Mrs. Bennet asked. "And for how long are you here?"
"I'm not sure how long I'll be here," he answered honestly. "But for the time I am here I'll just stay at a motel."
"A motel?" Mrs. Bennet repeated. "That's too much to be paying if you're going to stay more then a day. You should stay here, in our guest room. Mr. Muggles wouldn't mind sharing, it's his room too, would you?" She asked the small dog as she picked it up.
"Thanks Mrs. Bennet, but I'm not really sure if I should," he said.
"Nonsense, come on, grab your stuff and Claire will show you to the room," Mrs. Bennet said.
Claire stood their for a moment, not quite sure what she was thinking about the situation. She listened to them talk and decided that she wouldn't mind Zach staying there instead of a motel. "Follow me," she said to Zach.
Zach grabbed his stuff and followed Claire upstairs. This could be interesting, to say the least. "So is that guy still here?" he asked her.
"West?" Claire asked, turning her head to look over her shoulder at him. When she saw him nod she shook her head. "No he went home a little bit ago."
"So he's your-" he started.
"Boyfriend?" she asked, seeing him nod again she nodded herself. "Yeah." There was a small silence, but it was broken soon enough because they reached the guest room. "Here we are," she said, opening the door to allow him into the room.
He looked around at the room. It was about averagely sized room with light green walls and an off white ceiling, there was a window looking into the back yard, as well as a full sized bed complete with a navy comforter. Next to the bed was a small table with a drawer in it, as well as a lamp on top of it. There was a television next to the closet, as well as a chair which currently held Mr. Muggles' bed. He nodded, it was pretty nice. Setting his things down he turned to her.
"What have you been up to?" he asked.
"Oh nothing much, you know just trying to lay low so I don't get found by the company, and all that good stuff," Claire said with a sigh.
"You blend in?" Zach asked. "You're kidding right, I didn't even know you could blend in." When she glared slightly at him he shrugged. "It's not a bad thing, it just means that you are meant to stand out."
"Well standing out may just get me killed," she said.
"Did you forget you're indestructible girl or something?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I can still be killed Zach," Claire said. "And if not, they can kill the people that I care about."
Zach hadn't really thought about that before. But now thinking about it, he saw her point. She was in danger, more danger then he actually liked to think about. He wished that he could help her in some way. Something to get her mind off of all her problems. He thought for a moment, maybe he could help her. All he'd need was internet access.
"Zach?" she asked after a few moments of him staring vacantly.
"Do you have a computer?" he asked her.
"Of coarse, there is one in my room," she said. "Why?"
"I just wanna check on some things," he said.
"Alright," she said. "Do you wanna go now?" He nodded and she stood up, motioning him to follow her. He followed her out of the guest room and into her room. He nodded as he looked around briefly.
"Nice," he commented.
"Thanks," she said. "Here's the computer."
"Thanks," he said smiling at her. Happy to see that she smiled back. He got unto Google and looked up a local map, while she went sit down on her bed. After a few moments he came up with an idea, closing the window he turned to face her.
"Find what you wanted?" she asked him.
"Yup," he said. "And I was wondering, if maybe tomorrow we could do something."
"What?" she asked, usually she spent her Saturdays with West, but Zach was here now and she hadn't seen him in ages, he'd understand.
"You'll see tomorrow," he promised and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Claire asked him, noticing that he was beginning to head toward the door.
"I've got a film to edit still," Zach replied.
"You brought your laptop?" she asked. He nodded. "Then why'd you ask to use my computer?"
"I don't have internet right now," he answered. "But that doesn't mean I can't work on my film."
She laughed slightly. "Still the same old Zach."
"And you're still the same old Claire," he smiled and her and headed for the door. Before he left, he turned to face her. "Hey Claire?"
"Yes?" she said, wondering what he was going to say, or ask.
"It's good to see you," he smiled brightly at her.
"It's good to see you, too," she said, smiling back at him.
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A/N: Sorry it took a while to get this chapter up, and that it wasn't the greatest chapter. I had a bit of writers block on this one, and plus I ended up deleting half of it at first because I didn't like the way it was going XD. So drop me a line and tell me what you think.