And now the tablet was talking to her. In... Peter's voice? She frowned slightly. She really had to learn how to work the settings on this thing. First, though, she needed to respond. No way was she going to come across as flummoxed as she actually felt.
"Peter." There was caution in her tone. Then again, who could blame her? Trying to sell him out to Nathan for her own well-being wasn't something she necessarily felt guilty about, but she couldn't imagine he had been overly thrilled at the attempt.
Tracy snorted. Typical Peter. Not a sign of the betrayal he'd suffered at her hands anywhere in his voice. Or if it was, he'd gotten a hell of a lot better at hiding it.
"Looks like it," she replied. Speaking to him like this, she realized, was easier than if he'd been on one of those video feeds of holographic projections. This way, she didn't have to look him in the eye. Didn't have to face what she'd tried to do. Not yet, at least.
Soon, though. Soon she'd have to, she decided. She couldn't become who she wanted to be without facing who she had once been. Or some platitude along those lines.
"How long have you been here?" It was a nice, neutral question. Best to stick to the safe topics for now.
She blinked. Then blinked again. Nathan. Nathan was there. Yes, she knew he'd said Claire, and Sylar, but Nathan was there.
Already she could feel it. The crawling sensation working its way up her fingers, across her arms. Any second now she'd start turning to liquid and all because of that damned Senator and the motions attached to the mere thought of him. Honestly, couldn't she get a break? Just one?
Sucking in a breath, Tracy held it to the count of five before releasing it in a rush through pursed lips. The crawling sensation eased to a tingle, and finally abated. She flexed her fingers a bit. Yep. Still solid.
Looks like the third time was actually a charm, this go-round.
"Well." Her voice sounded steady too. Revealing nothing, just as she'd learned in her crash course into politics what felt like an entire lifetime ago. "That's good to know. How's that working out for you?"
"Still better than where you were at the last time I checked," came her reply. There was no guilt in her tone even if she might feel some. There was no apologies for what she'd done. There was also no anger present toward Nathan, either. He was Peter's brother and, well, if he was willing to stop being a dick long enough to make amends with his family? Tracy wasn't going to fault him that.
Provided, of course, that he kept his distance. Even if, as the thought flickered through her mind, she had to admit that some part of her was almost a bit... stung, that he hadn't contacted her over her arrival. He'd stolen her freedom and her dignity and hell, her life in a lot of ways. The least the guy could do was try to apologize. Or at least offer some insight as to what was going on
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[ Peter paused for a moment to try and figure out how to put this best. He wasn't sure what had happened to Tracy after everything. At least she was still together. ]
I was on the run for awhile. Ran into some friends, got into Building 26.
Tracy hesitated. Her eyebrows rose a bit. "Really? And here I spent most of my time trying to get out of that place," she idly mused. Her gaze flickered back to the tablet for wont of anything else to look at.
"So tell me about this place, Peter. You have to admit, this is pretty out there, even with everything we've seen." Her lips quirked up a bit. Not in fondness of the memory but more at the small feeling of familiarity that came with talking to someone familiar while in a strange place.
"Yeah," she responded, "I've been told there's no way to leave and that we're underground. Bringing things from home is new, though." She frowned slightly. "What sorts of things?"
Already her mind was whirling with various thoughts and ideas. There had to be a reason for whoever brought them here to bring 'things' with them, right? Although for the time being, she simply chalked it up to another bizarre piece in a very screwed-up puzzle.
[ Seriously? Tracy was here? Taxon has a messed up sense of humor. ]
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"Peter." There was caution in her tone. Then again, who could blame her? Trying to sell him out to Nathan for her own well-being wasn't something she necessarily felt guilty about, but she couldn't imagine he had been overly thrilled at the attempt.
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You've joined the crazy collection too?
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"Looks like it," she replied. Speaking to him like this, she realized, was easier than if he'd been on one of those video feeds of holographic projections. This way, she didn't have to look him in the eye. Didn't have to face what she'd tried to do. Not yet, at least.
Soon, though. Soon she'd have to, she decided. She couldn't become who she wanted to be without facing who she had once been. Or some platitude along those lines.
"How long have you been here?" It was a nice, neutral question. Best to stick to the safe topics for now.
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[ Which he imagined that would go over well. Nathan and Sylar in the same sentence usually didn't. Especially the Nathan part. ]
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Already she could feel it. The crawling sensation working its way up her fingers, across her arms. Any second now she'd start turning to liquid and all because of that damned Senator and the motions attached to the mere thought of him. Honestly, couldn't she get a break? Just one?
Sucking in a breath, Tracy held it to the count of five before releasing it in a rush through pursed lips. The crawling sensation eased to a tingle, and finally abated. She flexed her fingers a bit. Yep. Still solid.
Looks like the third time was actually a charm, this go-round.
"Well." Her voice sounded steady too. Revealing nothing, just as she'd learned in her crash course into politics what felt like an entire lifetime ago. "That's good to know. How's that working out for you?"
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Provided, of course, that he kept his distance. Even if, as the thought flickered through her mind, she had to admit that some part of her was almost a bit... stung, that he hadn't contacted her over her arrival. He'd stolen her freedom and her dignity and hell, her life in a lot of ways. The least the guy could do was try to apologize. Or at least offer some insight as to what was going on ( ... )
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I was on the run for awhile. Ran into some friends, got into Building 26.
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"So tell me about this place, Peter. You have to admit, this is pretty out there, even with everything we've seen." Her lips quirked up a bit. Not in fondness of the memory but more at the small feeling of familiarity that came with talking to someone familiar while in a strange place.
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Already her mind was whirling with various thoughts and ideas. There had to be a reason for whoever brought them here to bring 'things' with them, right? Although for the time being, she simply chalked it up to another bizarre piece in a very screwed-up puzzle.
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