(This fic taking place is a one-shot sort of deal, Claire or Tony aren't tied to anyone and so no one will be getting into trouble.  It's all for fun and crack.  <3)

"I thought you said you knew how to cook."  Claire sounded amused as she crossed her arms under her breasts, leaning against the counter as she watched Tony stare at the stuff littering ( Read more... )

Claire was a little concerned for Mohinder from the last time that she talked to him.  He didn't quite sound like himself and she knew he was playing with something that he shouldn't be playing with.  She told herself that it wasn't her place to be concerned, she owed him nothing after all.  He owed her more than anything.  But that didn't stop her ( Read more... )