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[thylas]

Who: Thylas/Noah, Claire, & Sylar, possibly.
When: Tonight. Right now. :]
Where: Claire's house.
Rating: G.
Warnings: ...None.
Summary: Thy goes to visit in the form of Noah...

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[ex_regenera246]

Claire didn't have to question who it was at the door. She didn't need to doubt, didn't need to even think. As soon as she heard the knock, she leapt up and out of bed and away from Sylar, scurrying out of her room and tearing down the hallway that led to the front door. Her heart was racing with excitement, and she felt herself start to shake from the overwelming emotion that was building in her. She knew that it wasn't really her father, knew that it wasn't real, but didn't care

[ttlymostspecial]

Sylar wondered what the racket was as Claire jumped out of bed with him and ran over to the door. Someone was there-- obviously-- But his head hurt to much to even want to figure out who. But after the earlier surprise with B, who knew? So he dragged himself out of bed at slowly walked to the end of the hallway, peering from around the corner at was going on at the front door.

Noah.

Something about seeing him again, seeing him here, in his own home, made Sylar's blood run cold. Made his heart stop. He hated him, despised him, for what he'd done to him. But... this wasn't Noah, was it? Something was off. And he would've taken the five seconds he'd been standing there looking at him to lock and load, if it really were Noah.

"I'm... going back to bed." Shaking his head, he turned and headed back toward the bedroom. Maybe his headache was making him hallucinate after all.

[thylas]

He hugged Claire close, his concern was on looking at her, watching her. And he basically ignored Sylar. But when he looked up, he decided maybe he could play just a little bit.

Not so much with Claire, but maybe Sylar could handle it. Oh yes, that could be an enjoyable event. After a few moments of just holding onto the smaller girl, he released her, looked up, and acknowledged Sylar. He hoped, just hoped that this game could be enjoyed.

"Sylar." And he moved his hand to his side, as if he were to grab a gun that he didn't even have on himself.

What could a little bit of that hurt? Just a bit of fun.

[ttlymostspecial]

He turned around again at the sound of his name, and then he saw what he was doing and--- oh my god. It wasn't really Noah, was it? Maybe his head was playing tricks on him. To make him doubt. But he wasn't going to let him be his death, no no no. Noah would be smart. Aim for the head.

He raised his arm, and pinned the other man against the wall. He wouldn't kill him-- not in front of Claire-- But he did want to stop him. Maybe even scare him a bit.

"Miss me?"

[ex_regenera246]

She knew it was Thylas, somewhere deep down, but couldn't bring herself to call him that. It didn't matter who it really was, because her first instinct was to view the man as nothing but her father. Because it was her dad standing there. It even smelled like him, something that Claire found a little peculiar, but something she wasn't going to comment on. She reluctantly stepped aside as he released her, fingers fumbling to hold on to the back of his jacket. But then Sylar paniced, and she could see the look in his eyes, the panic set in.

And she attempted to cling to the puppet of her father a little too late, and she screamed as he was torn awayand pinned up against the wall.

"No! What are you doing?!" She practically hissed at Sylar, rushing over to stand near Noah at the wall. "Let him down!" She pleaded with him, her fingers reaching up to curl around two of Noah's.