Day 32: Sun Room (2nd shift)

[heraldric.livejournal.com]

After the couple glasses of water Leon managed to gulp down during breakfast, the mage felt immensely better. He was still a bit tired, but that was nothing a little lounging on one of the sofas wouldn't cure. Stretching his arms above his head, he couldn't help but wish he'd had the chance to grab one of his new doctor's coats before leaving his room that morning. Maybe they would have let him get away with wearing it. Maybe.

He grabbed an empty sofa, pulling out the journal he tried to keep on him at all times. It was nearly complete now. Just a couple more pages to go. It might not improve his spellcasting that much, but any improvement was better than none. It was getting to where it might be too dangerous for him to use spells at all, if it left him so worn out without even finishing a monster off.

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[fly-petrelli.livejournal.com]

Out of all the reactions he'd been expecting, that one certainly hadn't been on the list. A day or so ago, she hadn't even recognized his face. A day or so ago, he'd told her that Peter was dead. The only answer he could grasp at was that they had to have done something to her. With all the rumors of torture and experiments he'd heard floating around, it wasn't likely that they would've spared Claire. Nonetheless, Nathan couldn't deny that the thought made his blood boil, even as he maintained his cool if somewhat confused expression.

Shaking his head, he unconsciously reached over to rest one hand on her shoulder, more concerned now with what the hell had happened to her than he was his own guilt.

"I'm fine, Claire. Pete's fine too," he whispered back, eyes darting back and forth out of habit to make sure no one was watching them. "Don't you remember anything?"

[miracle-grow.livejournal.com]

"What do you mean, don't I remember anything?" she continued to whisper, her voice surprised as she reached up to grasp his hand. "What's going on here? The last thing I remember was you flying Peter up above New York and supposedly exploding. I was going home. I fell asleep in the taxi and woke up here. Did something go wrong? Is the Company doing this?"

She was frightened, her hazel eyes wide as she stared up at him pleadingly. After all that her dad had warned her the Company was capable of, after what her grandmother had cautioned about as well, getting caught by the very people her dad had tried to protect her from all these years was not how she'd anticipated finishing their fight in New York. And the fact that there was this blank spot in her memory wasn't reassuring her, either.

"Where are we? What happened? Why are we here?"