I do not own Heroes

Sheila was scrubbing the Ink out of her hair in the sink. Claire was assisting best she could, but it was staying put, turning her hair an ugly grayish red. They both grimaced as she looked in the mirror. They tried everything but nothing got that Ink out. Her hands were stained black and she smelled like chemicals.

"What did you use!?"

Claire asked while scrubbing Sheila's hair with frustration. It was painful but some of the ink was coming out…some.

"Permanent Marker!"

She said gesturing to a broken Sharpie tossed in the waste basket. Claire gave up and looked at her, she was a mess. Her hair was uneven and messy, looking like she had it soaked in some horrible product that dulled her hair to the worst of conditions. Claire quickly decided it was time for a hair cut. She couldn't go to work like that, she'd be fired.

"Put something presentable on, haircut time."

She said tossing a sweatshirt with a hood on it at Sheila; she pulled the Jacket on and the hood up. They left the house quietly, Mohinder and Peter having coffee at the table not noticing anything. They got into the car belonging to Peter and Claire and zoomed off quickly. Claire took her to the little Salon off the avenue called, 'Preternatural' they went in and one of the barbers recognized Claire.

"Hey Claire, who's your friend?"

"Oh hey Jake. This is Sheila; we've got a small hair emergency."

The place was practically empty; it was very chic and comfortable looking, probably not well known though. With out her knowing Claire pulled down her hood. Jake gave a look of dismay.

"Did she try to cut her hair herself?"

"Yes."

"Poor thing."

Jake led a slightly insulted Sheila onto of the cushy chairs. Claire dropped a book of hairstyles in her lap.

"Choose, now."

Sheila opened the book and looked through. She knew nothing about style and beauty. The most she could do was brush her hair and put on eyeliner. That was about it.

"This one?"

"Ugly."

"This one?"

"Not enough hair for that."

"How bout' this one?"

"Oh no, your face is much too slender for that."

"Fine you choose for me!!"

Sheila said throwing her hands in the air. Claire searched through and checked with Jake, they decided on something and Jake brought out another book filled with hair colors.

"Choose."

"This?"

"Purple?...nah…not you."

"This?"

"No you'd look like a traffic cone."

"Choose!"

Sheila said deciding that she knew nothing and that Claire knew everything. To be honest she didn't trust herself with hairstyles or anything else to do with beauty. Claire was much more qualified to deal with things like that. She then heard the words 'hair bleaching' and flinched.

"Now lay back and relax honey…This is going to sting."

About an hour later Jake let her see herself in the mirror, she let out an ear piercing scream. Her hair was cut straight and short, bright red and with bangs, her ears were exposed and she had a hairstyle similar to that of a Manga Princess. It looked bad. It looked very bad.

"Dear sweet Jesus!!!! What the hell did you do to me!!!?"

Jake grimaced, He could feel the horror this girl was in, and Claire had not done the best job in picking hairstyles for her.

"Well honey, I did the best I could under the circumstances, I could fix it for you."

"No!!! Do not come near my hair, pay the man Claire and let's get home!"

She said storming out, Claire gave Jake her credit card and paid, she followed her out. Sheila had her hood up and was sulking in the car.

"Oh it's not that bad."

She said pulling the hood back.

"Are you kidding me? I look like I tried doing a bad Manga impression…."

"Oh don't worry it'll grow out."

She said smiling a little, in her heart she knew it was a bad hair cut. They drove home and Sheila pulled the hood on over her head and went inside quickly. She went into the kitchen where Mohinder and Peter were having coffee. She went in the fridge and pulled out a soda. She snapped it open and gulped it down. Peter and Mohinder watched her progression, she seemed to be radiating frustration and they could feel it. Claire came in the kitchen and sighed.

"Take the hood off already!"

"No!"

Claire came over and wrestled the hood off and the two men watched this amusedly like how cats watch a tennis rally. They then had to suppress laughter at Sheila's haircut. Peter was the first to crack and he burst out laughing.

"What happened to you!?"

"Yeah you look like a Manga Character."

Mohinder said after, smiling and sipping his coffee, his day had just brightened considerably. He was usually a very polite man but this was just too amusing to turn down for sympathy.

"Oh shove it!"

Sheila said flipping them off and rushing off upstairs, Claire following briskly behind her.

"Sheila where are you going!? What are you doing with those scissors!?"

There was the slamming of a door and Peter and Mohinder burst out laughing. Sheila was the source of worry and amusement in this house, but amusement most of the time outweighed the worry. Claire was still pounding on the door.

"Sheila!! You'll just ruin your hair!! Sheila, are you listening!?"

"Yes."

Sheila walked out; her hair was boy short, her ears exposed, curling up the nape of her neck, sticking out in odd and spunky directions. In 10 minutes she went from bad hair cut to badass. She looked Like Domino but with red hair and green eyes.

"How is it?"

"It's so…Uneven…"

She said looking at the hacked edges. Sheila was now officially punk.

"No one will ever see it as fashionable in any way, you just look kinda, I dunno …Trailer Punk."

Trailer Punk, now that was new. Sheila laughed a little and stood hand on hip she was a tall girl and had Claire by at least three inches. She looked down at her.

"So what, your not gonna let me leave the house? Not until my hair grows back?"

"Maybe."

Sheila cocked an eyebrow and smiled at her, she started laughing. Claire was confused, very confused, what the hell was going on here?

"You know Mohinder will probably think it trailer trash."

Sheila raised an eyebrow. Claire was happy it had been so long since she had trivial things to worry herself over like this, she had forgotten how fun it was. Sheila was enjoying it too, for the first time in her life she felt like she was young, not some 40 year old with a dramatic crush and a strong temperament. She felt young and silly, she felt 18.

"Move aside cupcake."

She said pushing Claire to one side with her index finger. Still smiling she strolled downstairs and into the kitchen, Claire was shouting at her all the way down.

"I'm telling you he's not gonna-!"

Claire couldn't even finish her sentence she knew that Sheila had an immeasurable thing for Mohinder and she didn't think that Trailer Punk was going to be his style. But Mohinder was looking up, mouth slightly agape, eyebrows raised. He was always polite when it came to these things but right now he was flabbergasted, short hair fit her like a spandex glove does a hand. It showed her pierced ears and just brushed her eyes, uneven and choppy, very free looking. Peter let out a whistle that went from high to low. Smiling, he looked back down to his coffee.

"Nice hair cut, very real."

Sheila didn't even have to say anything; she just flicked one of her eyebrows up and smiled, turning back to Claire.

"You owe me a coke, cupcake."

She said pressing Claire's nose like button.

"Hey I never agreed to that!!! And since when am I 'Cupcake'!?"

Claire shouted up at Sheila from the bottom of the stair case. Claire followed her up and Peter raised his eyebrows. He looked at Mohinder.

"That's some girlfriend you got there."

"She's not my girlfriend..."

"Yet? You were going to add yet there right?"

Mohinder sputtered.

"No!"

"You talk about her like she is your girlfriend, she's legal you know."

"Peter I've never heard you speak like this before."

"Well you've never actually had a casual conversation with me either so that goes to show."

Mohinder looked down into his coffee, thinking over. He did think about her a lot, she had made an impression on him; she gave him a crash course on human frailty. Unfortunately it involved her trying to shoot herself. His fear of not trusting her was gone, he had told her something's that he would tell nobody else who didn't already know…of course he was drunk at the time so it really didn't count. She had told him deep things about herself, things no one would ever guess about her. For one, she was a virgin; he never would have guessed it the way she talked about sex and passion in her stories. Two she enjoyed sewing and singing, not super hard rock singing but real soft songs like Walking after Midnight by Pasty Cline, she also like Elvis Costello. He had told her about some very personal things like his ideal girl, his fears, and his wants. Like how he was afraid of evil psycho killers named Sylar and small closed spaces. He had also told her of previous attractions, he never questioned his sexuality much, he knew what and who he was attracted to and preferred not to put a name on it. Some of them were male some were female all he knew was that he found them very attractive. Back when he was still in school as a boy there was another boy in his class, his face was smooth and slender, the corners of his eyes tilted slightly, his hair was worn wild and short, a shock of it fell across his eyes always so that they just peered out shyly. His arms were slender underneath the long baggy sleeves of his coat and he had a slender body. No girl paid him any attention; they found him to be painfully shy and un-masculine. He was always kind and never spoke out of turn. Mohinder had often found himself having very fond thoughts of this boy. They were friends for a while; they often had very intimate conversations about their lives and their feelings. It escalated after while and they were more than friends, more than best friends. After while the boy stopped talking to Mohinder and got a girlfriend, though he was very unhappy with her. Mohinder experimented a lot more as he got older and never quite placed a name on his sexuality. Sheila was Bi-sexual, she had told him this a few times in a drunken slur.

"Yo, earth to Mohinder."

Peter said waving his hand non-chalantly in front of Mohinder's face. Mohinder snapped to attention.

"Oh yeah, Well she is very…very…I don't think there's a word for it."

"Ornery? Trailer Punk?"

He asked using a term he had heard Claire use when she one referred to a actress in one of her soaps.

"No…and trailer punk?"

"Never mind, just throwing it out there."

"Okay…well I'd have to say that the closest I could come to would be…"

He tried to think of a word, he looked her over in his head looked over her personality and then her eyes just seemed to stand out to him, they were coated with a serious and entrancing gaze, something about them kind of undead. Kind of like her black holes.

"I would have to say, there's a phrase but not a word. 'Suck the Life Out of You'."

Peter couldn't disagree but also couldn't stop laughing at the irony of it. Suck the Life Out of You was just enough to trigger the pervert response in any males head except maybe Mohinder. He just gave a half hearted giggle. They finished their coffee and Mohinder left with a few well spoken words. The rest of the day was uneventful except when Sheila tried to cut Claire's hair. That turned out disastrous and after that chase they all slept well. Friday came and went and Sheila finally paid the deposit and had the apartment to herself which she celebrated with lots of bubbly shrieking.

"EEEEEEEEE!!!!!! I HAVE MY OWN PLACE!!!!! FINALLY!!!"

She shouted at the top of her lungs. She immediately started unpacking her few possessions. The landlord let her keep the stuff left there, like all of Isaac's stuff, she got everything because he hadn't left it to anyone and it came with the property. She had taken her luck with a few paintings, gasping at their beauty and rifling through them like no tomorrow. She read his comics and looked through his paints and books. She resigned to put the paintings in storage until she could think of what to do with them. Only a few blank canvases and some art supplies remained after she was done with them. There was also a full kitchen and a queen sized bed that looked out over New York. She smiled out at New York, from the bed the night after she got the place to herself with out her landlord knocking every five minutes to ask how she was doing. It was beautiful, that night she slept like a baby. But she had no idea what would trouble her and what that Bed would soon be seeing.

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Feeling girly and Melodramatic about my stories lately so yeah, enjoy my drama queeness!