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[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.

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[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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Messed-up like demon lords and I guess Lucifer. As in, the actual devil. And pretty much anything you ever read in a comic book.

[Heh. Heheh. She's in some comic books. >.>]

...Oh.

[Blink. Blink, blink.]

So. Bad news. Except for the comic book stuff. ..Probably.

Yeah. I don't think they'll bother you if you leave 'em alone, though. I mean, I'm doing alright.

Good! Good.

[Except for the fact that Claire has a stellar history of being a magnet for psychopaths and stalkers.

She picks up another cookie but doesn't bite into it yet.]

So.. What did you do? Before all this.

I was a chemist.

[He doesn't even hesitate. That's what he's been telling people for a while now. Half-truths everywhere.]

Well, I mean - I still am. I work in the labs here, too, for the Initiative.

[Her eyebrows shoot up and she looks you over again, Jesse. You do not fit the image of a chemist. At all.]

Wow. That's.. Unexpected. [Nervous smile.] Not that.. Just, I usually picture chemists as being much.. ... Older.

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And nerdier? Yeah. I get that a lot.

[Grin.] Yeah. I bet.

That's cool, though.

[Aaaaand cookie biteage. Claire's looking at Jesse with a little more interest than before.]

What about you?

Uh, college. In Virginia.

...I wonder if they'll take kidnapped to a post-apocalyptic future as an excuse for me flunking out.

Maybe the Initiative gives out, like, doctor's notes. Like, "Yo, please excuse Claire for the semester. The entire universe depends on it. Thanks a lot for letting us borrow her. Signed, British Army of Future Time-Traveling Nutjobs".

[Claire laughs. Really laughs. It feels good, and it's been a very long time.]

Ff-yeah. That would be great.

[She beams, before the smile fades.] I'm not sure if I'm going to go back, anyway. To college. I'm not sure yet.

That's cool. I mean, college ain't for everybody.

[Certainly wasn't for him.]

What would you wanna do instead?

I don't know.

[Well she's probably stuck with being famous now.]

Maybe travelling. Backpacking across Europe or something. [Snerk.] Sounds kinda stupid.

Nah, that sounds awesome. I wish I coulda done something like that.

Well hey, maybe you can, when you get home.

Yeah. Totally.

[Except he's really bad at hiding the sadness that accompanies the thought of going home, and it creeps into his voice.]

[She hears it and she sees it and she tilts her head to the side, slightly.]

...Or not?

[Oops. Shit. He covers that up by reaching for another cookie, though he doesn't take a bite yet and instead spends a few seconds fidgeting with it.]

I was kinda thinking I wouldn't go back, you know? 'cause it's pretty nice here.

[All the disbelief. All of it.]

..Right.

[She takes a minute to think. Hesitating. Her mood falls to concern and empathy.]

It's that bad?

Nah.

[He shrugs, turning that cookie around and around in his hands.]

Nah, it's just... You know. Sometimes you get to a place in your life where there's nowhere else to go. So you do something new.

[She smiles a brief half-smile knowingly at that, nodding.]

Yeah. I know what you mean.

[A tiny, sad smile lingers at the corners of her lips as she looks down at her entwined hands, fiddling briefly.]

Well. I'm glad you're here, Jesse. Not the whole being kidnapped part, but that I met you. [She looks at him again.] So, thanks.

[He meets her eyes and smiles right back.]

I'm glad I met you, too.

[Claire grins shyly, looking down again, then going for another cookie.]

Now that that's taken care of.. [She chuckles a little, lightly blushing.]

[He huffs out a little laugh and looks down at his hand.]

Oh god, it's melting everywhere. I'm so sorry about this, just -

[Yeah, he jams the cookie in his mouth, smearing melty chocolate everywhere.]

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