attempt number one | radio & in person

[autophoenix]

[ It's been a week since she got into the universe of the compound, but she's spent it all on her own. Running from zombies? Not her idea of a good time. Even worse is when they got a hold of her and decided to try and make her into lunch

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[precogging]

[ Sam's out because he couldn't sleep and he needs to do something with himself and he just needs to -

Run into a girl? ] Oh, god - Miss? [ Kneeling down. ]

We gotta get you inside. [ Kneels down - fuck all, she's injured. Quarantinnneeeeee for you, missy. ]

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What are you? [ Sorry it just... came out before he could think.

... Oh. ] Uhh -.

[ Swallows, and is awkward, and heaves a sigh, shoulders included. ] I can't not report it. Protocol. I'm sorry, but it's a risk we can't take.

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[autophoenix]

[ It's impossible to hide the hurt look on her face and she just shakes her head. It takes a minute for her to find words and get over her butthurt. ]

I don't know the answer to that. I wish I did, but ... [ She shakes her head. ] If you're just going to tell them, then I'd rather be out here by myself. Don't bother. I won't be coming back. You don't have to take any risks for me.

[ She starts walking without hesitating. There's no way she's dealing with the last few humans around poking and prodding her like some kind of alien science project. Her dad may have been an ass for siding with Sylar, but that didn't change a thing about what the Company was. ]

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[precogging]

[ Oh shit he - instant regret. 8( Poor girl's been through a lot obviously and he just made an ass of himself. Sam Winchester : Master of Swallowing His Whole Leg. ]

Wait. [ Sighs, SIGHS. SIIIIIIIIIGHS. Walks ... normally to catch up with her because what's the point of running it takes like five Claire-sized steps to equal one Sam-sized step, okay. ] Look, you're not the only one here who's... different. I've just never seen anybody heal that fast. But we've gotta tell them so they can make sure you're not infected. Even if it looks like nothing ever happened to you. It's just a safety precaution. We take you in, you're in quarantine for a week or so - just like everybody else. That's it.

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[autophoenix]

[ She takes a minute to stop walking, but when he finishes, she finally does and she lets out a sigh. At first, she doesn't turn to him, but then after a poignant pause, she does and fixes him with a firm look. ]

I'll go in your stupid quarantine, okay? As long as you want. But, you can't tell them about what I can do.

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[precogging]

[ ... 8// ] Anybody ever finds out about it, and that I kept my mouth shut, we'll both be in some pretty deep crap. [ Frowns. ] You get that, right?

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[autophoenix]

Trust me, if people find out, it's going to be a lot worse for me than it will be for you. That's why I'm not gonna let it happen.

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[precogging]

What is it you think they're gonna do, exactly?

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[autophoenix]

Well, it doesn't involve weaving friendship bracelets and singing "Kumbaya," that's for sure.

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[precogging]

[ SIGH. ] I won't say anything. But how'm I gonna explain that you're suddenly not hurt anymore when I told my brother you were?

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[autophoenix]

Easy. You saw the blood, [ she gestures to her arm, ] and thought it was mine. But it wasn't. [ Her look shifts to something that's like stern pleading. ] I know I'm asking a lot of you. But, no one can know. You weren't even supposed to be out here.

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[precogging]

[ Sucks at his lower lip for a second, thinking. He could be many different kinds of fucked, but... ] Alright. C'mon. Let's go.

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[autophoenix]

[ Slow breath of relief, then a nod and she starts back towards him and the door. ]

I owe you one.

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[precogging]

Don't worry about it. [ Opens the door and ushers her in, then heaves a sigh. ] Okay, he said he'd be right inside the door, where the hell'd he go?

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[autophoenix]

Maybe he realized to give up when I shot him down. [ She checks down a hallway and shrugs. ] Any chance we can make a pitstop in the kitchen or something before you lock me up like some kind of criminal? I don't remember the last time I ate ...

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[precogging]

Shot him down? -- [ ... SIGH. ] Did he hit on you? While you were hurt. Seriously? [ MUTTERING GOD WHY IS HIS BROTHER RETARDED?! ]

Uhh - I really should take you straight to quarantine. We'll get you fed. That's a promise.