A/N: Just a question: You know that IHOP commercial for all you can eat pancakes? The one where he eats the part and it grows back? Did anyone else think 'Claire pancakes' when they saw that? Maybe I'm just odd XD
"Claire!" Sandra Bennet called to her daughter, holding a large wicker picnic basket.
"Yeah, mom?" Claire asked, bouncing over to her mother, unusually happy. For some reason everyone felt the overwhelming urge to 'Save the Cheerleader', so her dad made her where her cheerleading uniform everywhere in case she needed saving, so people just called her Cheerleader. It got on her nerves.
"Your Grandmother Angela is under house arrest so I made her some pancakes and chocolate covered raisons for you to take to her," Sandra explained, handing her the basket.
"Doesn't she live on, like, the other side of the country?" Cheerleader asked, resisting the urge to devour the pancakes. Oh, how she loved pancakes.
"She's staying at West house for some reason, something about because she stole too many pairs of socks here or something. By the way, what ever happened to him?"
"Who? West?"
"Yeah, he just kinda, disappeared.."
"Dunno, I think he might've run off with Zach."
"Oh, well, off you go now, Cheerleader." Sandra shooed her out the door.
"My name's Claire, Mom!" But the door was already slammed in her face. "Whatever," Swinging the basket she strolled casually down the street, as if there was nothing off about walking around with a large basket, daydreaming about pancakes.
"Hey there, Cheerleader."
Cheerleader spun around, tazering the man wearing a Snuggie that had come up behind her. "BE GONE, RAPIST!"
"OW! Cheerleader! It's me, Nathan!" He took off the Snuggie to reveal his normal suit, looking more like her real dad/enemy/thing than a Sith Lord.
"Oh, hey" She greeted, tazering him again just because he ticked her off. "Why are you wearing a Snuggie?"
"I was cold, now stop tazering me! I just want to know where you're going."
"To see Angela, what's it to you?" Cheerleader said, eyeing him suspiciously.
"No reason," Nathan said nonchalantly before grabbing her by the shoulders and spinning her around a few times. Then he ran off, leaving her dizzy.
"Ma!" Nathan called, knocking on the door to the house his mother was staying in.
"Wow, Cheerleader, you've changed a lot." Angela said dryly when she answered the door, letting her eldest son in. "What do you want, Nathan? Where are my chocolate covered raisons?"
"I'm here to get Cheerleader, she's just not safe. They want to start killing them. She should be here a few minutes, I just ran into her."
"Why didn't you just kidnap her or whatever then?!" She asked exasperated, "Where do you get your plans, fairy tales?"
Looking sheepish Nathan hid a copy of 'Little Red Riding Hood' behind his back. Just then there was a knock at the door. "Hide!" He hissed at her, going to answer the door.
"Who is it?" He asked in an exaggerated warbly old woman voice.
"Pizza delivery!"
Jerking open the door Nathan grabbed the pizza and threw some money at the delivery guy, shooing him away. Snatching the pizza Angela stalked back off to her hiding place.
"Angela!" A voice called, knocking on the door. "It's me! Claire!"
"Who?" Nathan asked, losing his exaggerated accent.
"Cheerleader," She growled, annoyed that everyone insisted on calling her that.
"Oh," He regained his accent, "Come iiiinnnn…."
Opening the door Cheerleader walked in, still looking a bit dizzy, and set the basket down by the door.
"Hey….You're not Angela! What do you want, Nathan?" She said, glaring at him.
"Ummm…" Nathan turned around and consulted his fairy tale, flipping ahead a few pages. "Yeah, I'm here to take you away, it's for your own good."
"Dude, I hate your guts, okay?" Cheerleader said, nibbling on a pancake. "I'm not going with you."
"You have no choice! You are in my power! Mwhaha--" Nathan was cut off by another voice.
"Why is mom muttering to herself in the closest?" Peter asked, looking confused as he walk into the room. "Oh, hey, Cheerleader."
"Not you too!"
Suddenly Nathan gasped dramatically, dropping his book. "Pete, no! Don't hurt me!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't you get it!" Nathan almost screamed, "You're the Hunter to me Big Bad Wolf! You're going to kill me to save the Cheerleader!"
"Wait, if I save the Cheerleader, do I save the world?" Peter asked, pondering.
"No, that ship has sailed"
"Hmmm….Okay, you're safe." Peter decided. "Wanna go to IHOP?"
Nathan and Cheerleader nodded enthusiastically. "Should we go get mom?" Nathan asked.
"Nah, she has a whole pizza."
