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Author: Ca
Title: Win Tonight
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Clach
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own Heroes, yo.
Warnings: fluff?, a bit of angst, some Zachary-introspection
Summary: Claire tries out for cheerleading; Zach doesn't.
Word Count: 479
“Alright, alright!”
He hears her through the door, wonders who she's talking to. Zach has just walked past her entire family downstairs, so it's a safe bet she's alone...
“Claire?” he calls, leaning up against the door when she doesn't seem to hear him.
“Go fight! Win, tonight! Let's get down, Wildcats...”
Oh, right, the Cheerleading tryouts were this coming Wednesday. Claire had been on about them for weeks. Rolling his eyes and shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets, he barges his way in, grinning at the scene she makes. Long blonde curls done up high on her head, a stuffed toy in each hand as she goes over a routine even he knows she can do in her sleep.
“Take a rest already,” he chides, diving for the end of her bed. She's been at this all month, and he muses that he must be losing her to the cheerleading beast. He should ask it if her soul is tasty.
...Or not.
She lobs the stuffed kitty at his head, grin threatening to split her face.
“Practice with me, Zachary?” she asks in well-rehearsed iambic, drumming out the beat playfully on her thigh.
He looks at her like she's nuts, but Zach knows already that she's won. When it comes to him, Claire Bennet can't lose.
After a beat, he rolls off of his stomach and grabs the pink kitten. He thinks he just may know these steps as well as Claire herself as he walks it out for the first time, realizing just how much time he's spent in her room.
For a single, terrifying moment he imagines being out on that floor with her, showing the Union Wells Wildcats that he could be one of them just as easily as she. But it's a stupid thought, just a scary, stupid thing to think up.. and it fades, as all things must. As this time they share.. eventually will, just as they'll grow old and apart some day.
Some far away day.
It's getting dark, and he knows he shouldn't stay, but she hasn't asked him to leave yet... and even though the walk home may be treacherous, he'd rather brave it than let her be. Not when they're so close; the routine nearly complete.
He thinks that before the last bit, they should synchronize their watches, but before he can share his wit.. they're tumbling across the floor, one near-perfectly-timed somersault each. And when he looks up, he's surprised to see his own wistful gaze staring back at him in shades of green.
“I know you'll be perfect,” he says for what seems like the thousandth time as he picks himself up off her floor and climbs out her window late at night.
He knows she will be, and when Wednesday rolls around.. she is. Maybe she'll even make captain one day.
Title: Win Tonight
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Clach
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own Heroes, yo.
Warnings: fluff?, a bit of angst, some Zachary-introspection
Summary: Claire tries out for cheerleading; Zach doesn't.
Word Count: 479
“Alright, alright!”
He hears her through the door, wonders who she's talking to. Zach has just walked past her entire family downstairs, so it's a safe bet she's alone...
“Claire?” he calls, leaning up against the door when she doesn't seem to hear him.
“Go fight! Win, tonight! Let's get down, Wildcats...”
Oh, right, the Cheerleading tryouts were this coming Wednesday. Claire had been on about them for weeks. Rolling his eyes and shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets, he barges his way in, grinning at the scene she makes. Long blonde curls done up high on her head, a stuffed toy in each hand as she goes over a routine even he knows she can do in her sleep.
“Take a rest already,” he chides, diving for the end of her bed. She's been at this all month, and he muses that he must be losing her to the cheerleading beast. He should ask it if her soul is tasty.
...Or not.
She lobs the stuffed kitty at his head, grin threatening to split her face.
“Practice with me, Zachary?” she asks in well-rehearsed iambic, drumming out the beat playfully on her thigh.
He looks at her like she's nuts, but Zach knows already that she's won. When it comes to him, Claire Bennet can't lose.
After a beat, he rolls off of his stomach and grabs the pink kitten. He thinks he just may know these steps as well as Claire herself as he walks it out for the first time, realizing just how much time he's spent in her room.
For a single, terrifying moment he imagines being out on that floor with her, showing the Union Wells Wildcats that he could be one of them just as easily as she. But it's a stupid thought, just a scary, stupid thing to think up.. and it fades, as all things must. As this time they share.. eventually will, just as they'll grow old and apart some day.
Some far away day.
It's getting dark, and he knows he shouldn't stay, but she hasn't asked him to leave yet... and even though the walk home may be treacherous, he'd rather brave it than let her be. Not when they're so close; the routine nearly complete.
He thinks that before the last bit, they should synchronize their watches, but before he can share his wit.. they're tumbling across the floor, one near-perfectly-timed somersault each. And when he looks up, he's surprised to see his own wistful gaze staring back at him in shades of green.
“I know you'll be perfect,” he says for what seems like the thousandth time as he picks himself up off her floor and climbs out her window late at night.
He knows she will be, and when Wednesday rolls around.. she is. Maybe she'll even make captain one day.