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Summary: Elle goes on her first date. And it's up to Claire to make sure everything goes smoothly.

Elle was excited. That's the only way that Claire could describe how Elle was acting. She had never seen her like this before. She had changed her clothes at least seven times before now. The only reason she hadn't changed again was because of Claire's comment about if she changed one more time she might not be ready when he arrived. Elle had been changing for silly reasons anyway. The first few times had been alright, Claire thought it was probably normal. It was when Elle changed out of her sixth outfit and into her seventh because six was 'unlucky;' Claire put her foot down and made the comment. It didn't really matter anyway; Elle looked just as stunning as she did in her all her other outfits.

Claire watched the older girl pace around the apartment's living room. She was like a little kid waiting for Christmas day. Her excitement was infectious. Claire found herself rather jittery about the oncoming night. She hoped everything went well for Elle. It was her first date and it was a long time coming too.

"You don't think he's forgotten, do you?" Elle asked, stopping in her position to look at Claire.

Claire shook her head and smiled, "Not a chance, there's no way that Peter would forget." They had gone over this before. Claire supposed she would be feeling much the same way. Though if Peter did forget, Elle wouldn't get the chance to cut off his head; Claire would have done it already. But she knew that Peter wouldn't forget; he just wasn't like that. "No, he said he'd pick you up at seven. You can wait five minutes, can't you?"

Claire laughed as Elle glanced at the wall-mounted clock. "Yes," said Elle as she tried hard not to smile at Claire's laugh. "My insides are all jittery. It feels like my lightning is tingling all over."

"That's because you're excited. Every girl looks forward to their first date."

Elle nodded and completed another circuit around the living room. Claire noticed that her hands were glowing blue as small electrical arcs danced between her fingers "You're not gonna zap him, are you?"

Elle grinned childishly, "Only if he's late." She walked up to Claire and sat down on the coffee table, facing the younger girl. "I could shock you though. It might make me feel bit less nervous."

"You're not nervous though, you just want to shock someone."

"Oh, come on," Elle pleaded jokingly. "Pretty please; it won't hurt that much."

Claire giggled and shook her head. Both girls froze as a heavy knock sounded at the front door. Elle quickly stood up, making Claire giggle again at her immediate change of attitude.

Elle glared at her as she made her way around the coffee table and opened the door. "Hi, Peter." She said flirtatiously, making Claire roll her eyes. There really was no warning with Elle. She was as unpredictable as her lightning.

"Hey, Elle," replied Peter from the doorway. "Are you ready to go?"

"Almost," Elle said. Claire grinned at Elle's words. She had been ready almost an hour ago. Claire laughed to herself. Elle was really wanting to the part; she must have watched so many movies. Claire held her hand over her mouth; she really didn't want to spoil Elle's moment.

She managed to put on a straight face as Elle walked back and whispered, "Don't wait up." Elle winked and walked back to the front door, closing it behind her.

Claire waited a moment before she pulled out her cell-phone and dialled a number. "Hey, West, it's me … Claire. Phase one is complete … no, not really … well, okay, there were a few setbacks. But we're on back on track … Yes; I do think this will work. Come pick me up … No, don't bother with the ski-mask, we don't wanna be too suspicious … yeah … okay … see you soon."

Claire smiled and closed her phone. Things were going to go perfectly for Elle; she'd make sure of it.

"Can you go a bit faster?" Claire asked as she tried to move her rapidly flapping hair out of her face. "We don't wanna lose them."

West looked down at her and attempted to hasten his flight, "Well, could you stop wriggling around then. I can barely see where I'm going." He flew a bit higher and attempted to locate Peter's car. "Where are they going?"

Claire looked down, her stomach stirring uncomfortably when she saw how high they were. She wasn't afraid of heights, just the fact that West might drop her into the middle of a busy street. "Ah, they were going to this restaurant first; this Italian place, I think…El something. I don't know. They should be close by now; it wasn't that far from Elle's apartment."

"Oh, I know the place. Hold on, there's this rooftop that gives a perfect view into the restaurant."

"How do you know that?" Claire asked. She paused as she felt something hard poke leg. "Wait a minute, that's not…"

"They're the binoculars, Claire." West said quickly.

"Why'd you bring binoculars?"

"Well, if we're gonna spy on someone, we might as well do it right."

"We're not spying," said Claire, looking down they flew towards the restaurant. "We're just making sure that nothing interrupts their date."

"Sounds like spying to me." West said under his breath.

"What?" Claire asked, looking back at him.

"We're here." West said loudly as he landed softly on a roof-top.

Claire's feet hit the ground lightly. She shivered and wrapped her arms around her body in an effort to block the cool breeze. She immediately wished she'd thought to bring a jacket; she had been so caught up in Elle's preparation and planning that she had completely forgotten about what she might need.

"Here," said West, pushing a spare jacket into her arms. "I thought you'd forget so I packed a spare.

"You really did think of everything, didn't you?" Claire smiled as she pulled the jacket over her head.

West shrugged and positioned himself near the edge of the building, kneeling down to watch the traffic pass by. "What setbacks were there?" he asked as he held his binoculars to his eyes.

Claire turned to look at him. "Excuse me?"

He glanced at her before turning his attention back to the restaurant. "You mentioned there were a few setbacks. What happened?"

Claire sighed and settled down next to him. "There was just some guy at the grocery store yesterday – before Peter asked her out – he was just flirting with her. But I couldn't have him ruining the plan. I think his name was Dean…Dean Winchester; that's what he said his name was."

"How'd you stop him?"

Claire hesitated before answering. "I stole his '67 Impala."

West threw his head back and laughed. "You stole his car?!" He said incredulously. "What'd you do with it?"

Claire shrugged. "I drove it a couple of blocks away and left it at a corner. It worked though, he looked like he was in a panic searching for it. As soon as his brother told him the car was gone, he was off running." Claire giggled. "I swear he started hyperventilating."

West laughed again, "Well, I would too if I had a car like that and someone stole it." Claire grinned as West continued speaking. "I had a much easier time then you. All it took to get Peter to ask Elle out was a little side comment about how much she liked him. I didn't even know she liked him until you told me. I didn't even know that Peter liked her. But it was pretty obvious after I made the comment."

"See, I told you they're into each other."

West nodded, "Yeah, though as long as it doesn't turn into the beginning of American Pie three; everything should go fine."

Claire shook her head, "Gross. I swear you've seen that movie too many times."

West chuckled and peered through his binoculars again. "Here they are," said West, handing the binoculars over to Claire. "They're just getting out now."

Claire looked through the binoculars. She actually thought bringing them was a good idea now, but she wasn't going to tell West that. 'Oh, yeah; I see them now." She trained the binoculars over Peter and Elle, watching them enter the restaurant.

"What are they doing after this?" West asked.

"Umm, something at that new carnival place, you know where. And then they're going to Central Park to do something. Anyway, I thought you'd got all this from Peter. You were meant to ask him about it."

"Yeah, I know. But I couldn't find him all today. Do you think he was out playing hero?"

Claire glanced at him. "What do you mean you couldn't find him? He was meant to be at his place all day."

"Well, he wasn't. I must have checked everywhere. He must have dropped by the mansion to get ready or something, because I seriously couldn't find him. What does it matter anyway? He's there, Elle's there. We're watching them in there. Everything's going as planned, try not to stress too much."

"I'm not stressing, it's just I want everything to go alright."

"Well they are; see. They're already at their table. That's gotta be a record or something, they just walked in. Hey, do you think that Peter was practicing that handshake, money, bribing thing that was on Friends that time."

Claire laughed, "Maybe. Probably, actually; I remember Nathan telling him that it was an important skill to learn."

"Nathan's your biological dad, right?" West asked.

"Yeah," nodded Claire.

They sat in silence for a moment, passing the binoculars between each other so they could look around. It was when West was peering through them when he noticed something at a nearby alleyway. "Hey, who do you think that is?"

Claire held out her hand for the binoculars and peered through them, focusing on where West was pointing. It took a moment for her to see, but when she did, she instantly recognised who the person was.

"Oh, no," she whispered.