WHO: Claire Bennet times TWO WHERE: the Hyperion WHEN: sometime after this this, so backdated WHAT: Who better to yell at you than yourself – sort of? RATING: TBD STATUS: thread; in-progress
After the threat had passed and Claire had learned what had happened, there was one person in the hotel she needed to see more than anyone else right now – herself. Which, was weird, but at the moment, the line between herself and the younger Claire had been firmly and widely drawn in the sand because of this Sylar fiasco.
Before this, there hadn't been a specific problem for her over this doubles thing. It was strange as hell, sure, but Claire wanted to be here and was learning she had a place, that they both did. She still hadn't sought her younger self out for shopping or a movie or something, but it worked. That was the important part, she thought.
Then this had happened and now she wanted nothing more than to slap her younger self silly, since she had clearly all ready been smacked stupid somewhere else along the line. Was it legally considered assault if the other person was you? She didn't think there was a law about it, but she also didn't really care.
Coming to a halt in front of the younger Claire's door, she rapped on the door. Hard.
"And no, I'm not going away, so you can save it for someone who'll listen," she called preemptively through the door.