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[ex_regenera246]

Who: Claire, Elle
When: saturday night
Where: Claire & Sylar's house
Rating: We'll go ahead and say PG-13
Warnings: Elle and Claire in the same place is always interesting.
Summary: Elle needs help, so Claire offers, but wants something in return.

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[ex_regenera246]

Rolling her eyes, Claire resisted the urge to poke at the burn. "And I'd know all about that, wouldn't I." She snorted, a soft laugh escaping her. The entire situation was odd, and if either of their fathers knew that they were helping each other and remotely getting along, she was fairly certain both would be torn away from the scene by their ears.

There was a reason Bob Bishop and Noah Bennet didn't want their daughters to meet. Claire still wasn't sure what that reason was, but Elle wasn't that bad of a person. When she wasn't trying to be funny or get into her pants.

Plopping down to sit on the edge of the bed, she motioned for Elle to do the same. "You can cut yourself, then. How you think it should be done. And then I'll do it to myself. Something deep enough where it doesn't heal right away." Picking up the knife, she handed it over, and waited to see what Elle would do.

[sociopath_elle]

Elle, not really sure what Claire was laughing about. She suspected that Claire might be feeling sorry for herself. From what she had learned about the other girl, it seemed like she did that a fair amount. Elle found it vaguely annoying.

She plopped down and took the knife and held it up, examining at it warily. "You sterilized this, right? I don't want to get crazy Purgatory AIDs or something."

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"Do you actually ever stop to think about what you say before you let yourself talk?" Claire dryly remarked, ignoring the fact that anyone else could have asked herself the same question. "There isn't such a thing as crazy Purgatory AIDS, Elle. And even if there was? Hello, I couldn't contract it. That knife is the cleanest weapon in the entire city. I've only used it to cut into myself a few times."

She snorted softly, nostrils flaring. "So go ahead and cut yourself." She leaned over and grabbed another knife off of the bedside table. "I'm ready whenever you are, Sparky."

[sociopath_elle]

"Around you? Why bother?" Elle asked, annoyed by Claire's tone. "And anyway, even if you couldn't contract it, I could, so some of us have to be a little more careful. I didn't know you were the only one to use the knife. I'm not some sort of knife-stalker."

She spared a last glare for Claire before pressing the knife down to her wrist. "This better work, Healix," she warned and jammed the knife down, making a thin incision down along the vein. Making a variety of interesting faces from the pain, she lifted her gaze to stare at the other girl again. "Now what?"

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"Just..." Claire sliced her own knife across her wrist, not even feeling anything but the slight chill of the blade on her skin. "Hold on." She made sure to slice deep and into the vein itself, bursting it open. It was messy, blood pouring down her arm and onto her legs and the bed itself, but Claire paid it no attention and instead turned so she could press her wrist down on to Elle's.

She wasn't sure how the blood had to get into the body, or how long it would take to work. But if her blood could bring her dad back from the dead, it would have to heal Elle's burned hand.