claire winchester is not your typical superhero (goallbuffyonus) wrote in safezonethreads, @ 2010-01-30 23:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, billy henderson, claire bennet |
WHO: Billy Henderson and Claire Bennet
WHAT: Taking a much-needed break from research.
WHEN: Around 3PM
WHERE: The lab → the snow outside
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
Claire sighed softly and tore her gaze away from the computer screen with a look of frustration clearly written upon her face. Nothing. Nearly two hours of pouring over notes, documents, and anything else she could get her hands on, and she was still no closer to finding so much as a single shred of information that had so far gone unnoticed. Which meant, unless Billy had had a major breakthrough of his own - a fact which she doubted considering he'd yet to speak up and share any new information himself - they had literally spent the majority of the afternoon working with absolutely no progress to show for it.
Almost without realizing it, Claire glanced toward the door Just down that hallway was Nathan's body. Just laying there, frozen, waiting for a way for them to bring him back. Except, without any word from her dad and without any progress in their own research, Claire knew they were no closer to doing that than they'd been the moment Sylar had wheeled him into the lab. Not to mention they still weren't any closer finding a cure to the Z1N1 virus.
Yes, she knew that researching things like this was a tedious job. She understood days like this were far more common than days when any headway was actually made. She got it. Really, she did. But with her own emotions in such a turmoil as of late, and her biological father's very life on the line, not to mention the entire fate of humanity resting on the research team's shoulders, the stakes were far too high and each setback was magnified at least a hundred fold.
To sum it all up, Claire was beyond the definition of the word frustrated and far into the realms of a place that she wasn't sure even had a word for it. She wanted to scream, wanted to cry, wanted to do something and yet all she could think to do was sit there and keep searching in the hopes that she'd overlooked something of importance. Some key piece of information that would make the pieces slide into place.
The thing was, she knew that the more frustrated she became, the more likely the odds were she'd overlook said information even if she came across it. Not to mention she couldn't even remember the last time she'd left the lab without the sole purpose of running an errand, going to class, or going back to her apartment for the night. It was becoming a routine that was slowly eating away at her, and making her lose her focus. All work and no play, she recalled the quote vaguely although she wasn't sure where she'd heard it. But she knew as she sat there, simmering in her own irrational irritation at the world around her and her particular role in it, that it was a very true saying indeed.
"That's it," she finally muttered, shoving away from the desk and rising to her feet. Moving across the office to where Billy was working at his own desk, she watched him for a minute before finally speaking. Her tone, while soft, also was filled with determination.
"Okay, enough is enough. Get your coat. We're going out."