Disclaimer: I do not Own HEROES.. I do not own Sylar or Claire. etc.. blah blah..blah.
Authors Note: Okay, well.. This week has been Really rough. so.. I apologize for not updating sooner.
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K.. here it goes.
10:02 am
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Claire had contemplated running away, several times that morning.
But each time she thought it through, she always reached the same conclusion:
She absolutely couldn't go home, and she had no-where else to go.
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She was constantly putting her family in danger...
...and she couldn't bare it if something were to happen to Lyle or her Mother.
So, the decision to stay with Sylar and his obnoxious new side-kick was relatively easy.
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That...
...and the fact that: if she was going to be running away from masses of highly-trained government-agents, her best bet, was to stick with Sylar.
He was, for all intensive purposes, safe. A resourceful, intelligent, and powerful ally to have in a crisis, She was not about to run away from that just yet.
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It was now a little passed 10:00am, and Sylar had driven them all to a Denny's, in town, for breakfast.
Luke made a few lewd comments about the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra on the way over...,
but both she and Sylar chose to ignore these remarks, and instead continued driving in silence towards the restaurant.
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Claire wasn't hungry, but Sylar had ordered her a breakfast anyway. Her fork twisted and played with the food on her plate.
She hadn't spoken a word to Sylar, or the kid, since he rescued her from Danko, and she planned on keeping it that way for as long as possible.
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Sylar was drumming his fingers lazily on the table while he drank from his orange juice.
His face appeared only slightly annoyed, as he stared at both her untouched plate, and Luke's revolting table manners.
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"Could I get some ketchup please?!" - Luke shouted rudely, as a server passed by.
He was shoveling a cheese omelet into his mouth greedily.
A short waitress plopped a bottle of ketchup on the table for them and left.
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The loud smacking sounds from across the table were the final straw. Claire had never seen someone with such poor table manners in her life.
"Could you, at least!, chew with your mouth closed?" - the words spilled from Claire's lips before she could regret them.
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She had broken her vow of silence.
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She couldn't help herself; she had to say something.
The kid was driving her nuts. He had absolutely NO table manners.
He was rude, and loud, and she could have sworn she saw the kid adjust himself, like 3 times during their meal.
It was horrid.
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"You know, I was really starting to think that she was mute." Luke addressed his ever silent partner.
"Maybe I'd have spoken earlier, if I wasn't stuck in a motel room with my worst enemy and his dweeb sidekick." She mumbled under her breath.
She looked like she was about to throw a sausage at Luke's forehead.
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Sylar couldn't help but smirk, and continued to eat his breakfast in silence.
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"Whatever bitch," Luke chugged his milk and belched loudly.
He kind-of enjoyed grossing her out.
It was his, immature way, of flirting with her.
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Claire on the other-hand was thoroughly disgusted ...
...and wanted nothing to do with him.
"You're a pig"
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She looked aimlessly around the restaurant for something, anything, to focus on.... besides Luke's sloppy eating habits.
... and she found herself staring at, none other than, Sylar.
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She took in the sight of his dark features, and his heavy brows.
How they complimented his skin.
He was intimidating, even when he said nothing.
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She saw flashes of him from the night before.
Like a Raven or a Crow. Elegant. A predator. Fierce. Wild. With Bloodied hands.
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She noticed the way he used both: knife and fork, to cut into his food.
And, how his napkin had remained miraculously immaculate throughout their entire meal.
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Then she noticed, how he had noticed.
She had been staring at him for the past several minutes without abash.
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Her heart sped up slightly, as his eyes pierced into hers. Full of curiosity.
He still frightened her. She couldn't help it.
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Quickly her eyes dropped back down to her untouched hash-browns.
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She forced herself to eat.
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Her stomach quickly responded to the food, as she realized just how hungry she actually was.
Sylar remained silent, but continued to study Claire as she ate.
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'What was that look in her eyes?' he pondered.
'Was that wonder? fear?'
'......'
'Does she still fear me?'
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Sylar was an expert at deciphering body language.
Especially when it came to reading people's eyes.
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Luke excused himself to the bathroom.
A long moment of Silence followed his departure.
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Sylar was still staring at her, his face one of complete concentration.
He looked like a scientist, studying a newly discovered species of insect.
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"I promise I won't bite Claire...." the words trickled out of his mouth slowly.
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As he said her name.. a chill ran up her spine.
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"Really..." he tilted his head slightly. He attempted to sound reassuring.
"...I won't hurt you"
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It was creepy, how he always seemed to know exactly what she was thinking.
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Another shiver.
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"Actually Claire, ... I need your help."
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"........" - he gave her a moment.
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This caught her off guard.
She looked up from her plate, and turned to face him.
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"What could you possibly want from me?" - her voice cracked slightly.
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"I need you to change me, Claire."
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She looked almost as confused as she felt.
As the words were sinking in, she barely had time to grasp them, before Luke had returned.
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