TM: What's that smell?
OOC: For humanmapquest, who requested "Claire is the mother of Noah Gray and is raising him without Sylar (thankfully) but with Sam (yay) teaching him how to bake cupcakes." I used a reformed IABD!Claire, Biological Padre!Sylar, and Future Stepdad!Sam Winchester. notantichrist is mentioned because I wanted him to be. This is verseless, but was a lot of fun.
"I smell apples and pie, Mommy," Noah smiles, letting Claire pick him up and sit him down at the counter. She pushes his stool closer to the countertop, making sure that there's no room for him to slip out and fall. He's still sleepy from his nap, but that doesn't make him any less determined to make something for Sam to eat when he gets back from his hunt.
"Well, you know what that means," she starts, pulling her long, dark hair back into an elastic band. She has every intention of giving in and going blonde again eventually, but she's waiting for now. Noah has never seen her natural hair color. She knows that he's a smart, happy kid, but they've thrown enough changes his way in the past few months. The new apartment where he lives with the mom he barely knows and her boyfriend (who he didn't know at all until a few months ago) is more than he should have to deal with at his age. He handles it better than she could have hoped he would. "I made you and Sam apple pies while you were dreaming."
There are always at least two pies when she bakes them; one for Sam, and one for the rest of them, with a carton of vanilla ice cream in the freezer. Noah knows that when there's pie in the house, Sam is going to be home soon. Any other kind of baked good is usually for him. "We're still going to make cupcakes, aren't we?" Noah looks up at her hopefully. "You said we could use colors this time. I wanted to make a rainbow."
Claire doesn't answer immediately. She's too busy measuring everything out that he's going to get to throw in the bowl. In the meantime, she puts each ingredient in it's own plastic bowl. Noah can toss everything in, stir it up, and then she'll separate some of the batter and add in the food coloring for his rainbow.
"Mommy?"
"Mommy would be better at math if she hadn't finished school early," Claire grumbles, ignoring the fact that there's a lesson for him in that somewhere. They're never going to have to worry about Noah having any problems in school because he's a genius. And that's a fact, not just pride. It's probably one of the reasons why he hit it off with Sam right away. "I'm just getting the ingredients ready so that they taste good when you mix them together. We're definitely making rainbows. I bet Sam has never had a rainbow cupcake before."
"I bet Sam hasn't," Noah nods, grabbing a tablespoon, just to hold it while he watches her. "Can we make a cupcake that's just blue? I'd like a blue one."
"If you'd like a blue cupcake, then you have to have one," she answers, lining up the plastic blows in the order that she wants him to add them into the large glass mixing bowl. "This one first," she says, handing him the flour. Just go down the line, kiddo. We have to tackle the boring stuff before we can get to the colors."
Noah excitedly adds in the flour, sugar, baking power, salt, and shortening, before he gets to the milk. He picks that up, lifts the bowl to his mouth and takes a sip, and then dumps the rest of it into the mixture before reaching for the vanilla that she measured out."Thirsty," he explains with a mischievous smirk that is too cute for Claire to say much about.
"Thirsty means you ask me for a glass of milk. You don't drink the cupcake milk and put the rest of it in," Claire sighs. She walks over to the refrigerator and gets out the Juicey Juice to pour some into a clean sippy cup. "What do I want to hear first?" she asks, expecting the response she's been working to get out of him.
"You look pretty today?" Noah tries, taking the sippy cup from her and helping himself to a long drink. "Sam's gonna say he missed you."
She doesn't realize that her hand has gone to her hip, or that she's staring at him a little open-mouthed, until the little boy in front of her starts giggling. He starts mixing the ingredients together with his spoon instead of saying anything else, and she wonders why he hates the word 'please'. Sometimes she just wants to know what kind of barn Sylar tried to raise him in.
After a moment she nods, taking the compliment for what it's worth. "At least it's not abracadabra," she comments to herself.
"Now I like supercalifragilisticexpialidocious," he says cheerfully, and she just knows that he learned that one from Sam. Or possibly Mary Poppins.
Either way, he's cute enough to get away with it.
Claire Bennet
Heroes
705 words
"I smell apples and pie, Mommy," Noah smiles, letting Claire pick him up and sit him down at the counter. She pushes his stool closer to the countertop, making sure that there's no room for him to slip out and fall. He's still sleepy from his nap, but that doesn't make him any less determined to make something for Sam to eat when he gets back from his hunt.
"Well, you know what that means," she starts, pulling her long, dark hair back into an elastic band. She has every intention of giving in and going blonde again eventually, but she's waiting for now. Noah has never seen her natural hair color. She knows that he's a smart, happy kid, but they've thrown enough changes his way in the past few months. The new apartment where he lives with the mom he barely knows and her boyfriend (who he didn't know at all until a few months ago) is more than he should have to deal with at his age. He handles it better than she could have hoped he would. "I made you and Sam apple pies while you were dreaming."
There are always at least two pies when she bakes them; one for Sam, and one for the rest of them, with a carton of vanilla ice cream in the freezer. Noah knows that when there's pie in the house, Sam is going to be home soon. Any other kind of baked good is usually for him. "We're still going to make cupcakes, aren't we?" Noah looks up at her hopefully. "You said we could use colors this time. I wanted to make a rainbow."
Claire doesn't answer immediately. She's too busy measuring everything out that he's going to get to throw in the bowl. In the meantime, she puts each ingredient in it's own plastic bowl. Noah can toss everything in, stir it up, and then she'll separate some of the batter and add in the food coloring for his rainbow.
"Mommy?"
"Mommy would be better at math if she hadn't finished school early," Claire grumbles, ignoring the fact that there's a lesson for him in that somewhere. They're never going to have to worry about Noah having any problems in school because he's a genius. And that's a fact, not just pride. It's probably one of the reasons why he hit it off with Sam right away. "I'm just getting the ingredients ready so that they taste good when you mix them together. We're definitely making rainbows. I bet Sam has never had a rainbow cupcake before."
"I bet Sam hasn't," Noah nods, grabbing a tablespoon, just to hold it while he watches her. "Can we make a cupcake that's just blue? I'd like a blue one."
"If you'd like a blue cupcake, then you have to have one," she answers, lining up the plastic blows in the order that she wants him to add them into the large glass mixing bowl. "This one first," she says, handing him the flour. Just go down the line, kiddo. We have to tackle the boring stuff before we can get to the colors."
Noah excitedly adds in the flour, sugar, baking power, salt, and shortening, before he gets to the milk. He picks that up, lifts the bowl to his mouth and takes a sip, and then dumps the rest of it into the mixture before reaching for the vanilla that she measured out."Thirsty," he explains with a mischievous smirk that is too cute for Claire to say much about.
"Thirsty means you ask me for a glass of milk. You don't drink the cupcake milk and put the rest of it in," Claire sighs. She walks over to the refrigerator and gets out the Juicey Juice to pour some into a clean sippy cup. "What do I want to hear first?" she asks, expecting the response she's been working to get out of him.
"You look pretty today?" Noah tries, taking the sippy cup from her and helping himself to a long drink. "Sam's gonna say he missed you."
She doesn't realize that her hand has gone to her hip, or that she's staring at him a little open-mouthed, until the little boy in front of her starts giggling. He starts mixing the ingredients together with his spoon instead of saying anything else, and she wonders why he hates the word 'please'. Sometimes she just wants to know what kind of barn Sylar tried to raise him in.
After a moment she nods, taking the compliment for what it's worth. "At least it's not abracadabra," she comments to herself.
"Now I like supercalifragilisticexpialidocious," he says cheerfully, and she just knows that he learned that one from Sam. Or possibly Mary Poppins.
Either way, he's cute enough to get away with it.
Claire Bennet
Heroes
705 words