[Video]

[breakablegirl]

[Looking annoyed and more than a little irritated, Claire’s pacing in her room with her communicator, the video focused on her face from a lower angle.] Usually when you’re drafted to fight a war, it’s at least in the right century.

Look. I need to get back home. I know that everyone's probably saying the same thing. But the entire world was about to change, and I'm needed there. You can't just take people against their will like this. I don't care about your war, I need to be fighting my own.

[A sigh. She lifts the camera for a clearer view of her face.] In the meantime, I guess I should say.. My name is Claire Bennet. And I guess while I'm here I could use a little training.


[Action, Open!]

[Claire's standing near a bench in the courtyard, fearlessly twirling her Kamas in her hands. It's a good thing she did all of that baton twirling in Cheerleading camp that one summer, otherwise it would have taken her a lot longer to figure it out. She still can't quite figure out what sort of technique she's supposed to use with these things. The sharp and pointy part she gets, but the fighting discipline is is way over her head.

Wearing new clothes and being much cleaner and well put-together than she was when she first arrived, the expression on her face suggests that she's either bored or deep in thought.

She wonders if there's a way to send a message back through time to Hiro, or to her dad, or Peter. Then she'd be able to get out of here, get back where she belongs. Though.. A part of her is a little relieved she doesn't have to see that heartbroken look on her dad's face right now. She's not really looking forward to having to explain her actions to everyone.

Maybe the temporary kidnapped state will be a good thing.]

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[video]

[breakablegirl]

Okay. [She's nearly running through the building she's in now, towards the exit.] There's a big courtyard, behind the main building?

[video]

[spongetastic]

I'll be there. [and he will quicken the pace so he can get to her faster]

[Action!]

[breakablegirl]

[Claire clicks off her device, because well, this isn't something she wants broadcasted everywhere. Once she's out in the courtyard, she runs to the center of it, turning, and searching for her uncle.]

[spongetastic]

[Peter makes it to the courtyard, searching for that familiar blonde hair. When it does he runs to her and grabs her in a hug. The last time he's seen her like this was before the explosion. So much has happened since then... It's such a relief to be with her again]

[breakablegirl]

[Claire hugs him back, tightly, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. After letting herself enjoy the moment for a few more seconds, she speaks quietly.] Hey.

[And starts to pull away, but keeps her hands on his arms. HMM DOES SHE LOOK OLDER TO YOU PETER.] You okay?

[spongetastic]

[he holds her at arm's length to get a good look at her. She does seem different to him, but of course he hasn't seen her in months. But it's more than just that. He can't quite put his finger on it, but she's changed]

I'm okay. How are you? I haven't seen you since New York.

[breakablegirl]

[A shrug. Claire thinks that he means the Carnival.. Which means.. Oh.]

Same old me. [She smiles a little nervously. What did he think about her jumping off that ferris wheel?] I, uh, what happened? After I..?

[spongetastic]

After you... what? [no, she can't know what her older self did to him. Could she? His older self messed with so much]

Claire, sorry, um... I've been gone for a while.

[breakablegirl]

Gone?

[Picture Claire confused.] The carnival. [When she sees no recognition on his face she continues.] Samuel Sullivan? New York.

...Is any of this ringing a bell?

[spongetastic]

[okay yeah he's feeling lost]

No. I don't know what's been going on in New York lately.

[breakablegirl]

[.........]

When are you talking about? New York, like..?

[spongetastic]

[did she just say "when"? Yeah... she did]

No, Claire, it's really me. I don't know what the other one did or said to you, but I'm not him.

[breakablegirl]

[CLAIRE NEVER KNEW THERE WAS ANOTHER PETER AROUND EITHER. Now she's just gaping at him.]

...Peter? We should probably uh, get a timeline going, because.. I don't know if we're from..

[With a hand still on his arm, she starts to tug him to a nearby bench. She sort of doesn't want to let go of him yet. In case he disappears.]

[spongetastic]

[well he's been bouncing around, it's not like he has any idea what his other self was doing]

Okay. Let's start with November 8th. That's the last time I saw you.

[breakablegirl]

[She sits on the bench with him, and searches his face, starting to look a little sad.]

You mean at Kirby Plaza? Peter.. That was years ago.

[There's a dread rising in her chest. It shows on her face.] I've seen you.. A lot since then.

[spongetastic]

Years? [his dread matches hers] Claire, what year is it for you?

[breakablegirl]

[LOL WHAT IS ACCURATE HEROES TIMELINES AFTER SEASON ONE? I always go with the year it aired.

Claire frowns.] 2010.

[spongetastic]

[right? the timeline is so messed up. But luckily Peter was just in the future so hearing she's still ahead of him isn't too strange]

Okay. I'm going to ask you something very important, Claire: do you know anything about a formula that gives anyone an ability?

[breakablegirl]

[Claire sits up a little straighter.]

Yeah. Yeah, your- [.. Oh man, this is going to open up a giant can of worms isn't it. She hesitates.] I know about it. We stopped it from being made, it's okay.

[spongetastic]

That's good. [he relaxes a little with this news] I'm sorry I missed out on so much. It wasn't by choice. I hope you know that.

[breakablegirl]

[Claire watches him, eyes softening, and nods a few times.] I know.

[She takes a deep breath, and sighs it out.] I don't even know where to start with everything.. Maybe I don't have to.

[:c]

[spongetastic]

[he watches her, wondering what she's experienced. She's seen years when all he lost were months. At the moment his immediate worries take precedence]

Tell me about what happened after Nathan was shot.

[breakablegirl]

[At the mention of that day.. Which is still sometimes nightmare fuel for her and debateably the Worst Day Of Her Life, she instantly withdraws. Any physical contact she had with Peter is removed and she seems to go into her own bubble there on the bench.

She looks away.] After I got off the phone with you, Sylar, uh, came to my house and took my power.

[Claire cautiously glances at Peter again, watching for his reaction.]

[spongetastic]

[Peter sucks in his breath. So this was what changed in her. He could sense it the moment he saw her. Peter drops his face into his hands. It's all because of his other self. If he hadn't messed things up, Peter could've been there to help Claire.

All this runs through his head, and then he lifts his head to face her]

I'm so sorry, Claire. I should've been there...

[breakablegirl]

[It's hard. It's hard to talk to Peter of all people about this, because Peter's so empathetic it's so hard to hide. Still. She needs to say what she needs to say.

Claire frowns.] You can't save me all the time, Peter.

A lot has changed. I'm not that girl from Odessa anymore.