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[heartfor_agun]

WHO: John Connor and Claire Bennet
WHAT: He's walking around and obnoxiously weird girl bumps into him XD
WHERE: Wandering around the market. No specific spot.
WHEN: Mid-afternoon.

John shoved his hands into his pockets and keeping his head down made his way through the over crowded market. His mother's rules, that he had once said were etched behind

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[fuckingblondie]

Claire was, well, an utter freak, for lack of a better term.

Zach had told her to embrace it. To live with it and be happy with herself the way she was. To love who she was-- that it was more important to be... happy with herself than well-liked.

And here, she found herself happy, albeit, a bit lost, too, but happy enough to be gone from the troubles the world presented to her.

Like Angela Petrelli. The bomb. Her dad-- both of them, actually. Having to escape to Canada or France or anywhere but home.

Here she had Peter... and a whole lot of confusion. New friends-- sort of. It was a cool sort of place; she'd even gotten hold of new clothes for herself so she didn't feel like such a sore thumb...

...something her dad would have wanted for her.

Sighing, she closed her eyes for just a moment as she walked over the cobblestone before--

"Oh god, I'm so sorry! I--" Claire's eyes went wide as she held onto the boy's shoulders to keep herself from falling. "Zach??"

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John had never embraced anything about his existance except for the fact that no matter what situation he was in, he always wanted to survive, to fight. He'd spent the rest of his time hiding from himself, who his mother told him he was going to be, and was trying to mold him into

[fuckingblondie]

The resemblance was so striking that she almost missed the fact that he had his hand on her ass, but--

Well, it was just one of those things that was a bit hard to miss.

Almost instantly she let go of him again, as if his own shock and abrasion to the fact had made reluctant to keep touching him a second too long-- afraid to be frowned upon or upset him...

Too insecure, too needy for approval, afraid to do any wrong--

Nervously, she worried her lower lip. This was exactly why she was wearing local clothes now instead of her own.

"John," she said, tasting the name on her tongue. "Ah-- um." She flushed brightly, swallowing-- it was that same striking resemblance that had her blushing in addition to the interesting circumstances of their sudden and unexpected meeting. She couldn't help but be a bit instantly and unexpectedly taken with the boy that looked exactly like Zach, and she had to admit that it was at least a bit disappointing that he wasn't Zach, that he was John"Talking... uh, yeah. I'm Claire. I'm really sorry, you just

[heartfor_agun]

He ran a hand through his hair and down across the back of his neck in clearly a very akward gesture. Socializing had never really been John's strong point. He had stuck around in maybe two places for a large length of time, and thus was really unused to making friends, or meeting new people. He'd only have to leave them, so why bother trying to talk to them at all?

But this...was so far out of his comfort zone, it was a little ridiculous. How was he supposed to look her in the eye and act like he hadn't just grabbed her really inappropriately? Well, sure it was an accident, but that didn't exactly make it okay...It didn't even help that she was just as embaressed as he was.

"It's okay...I..." He offered a sheepish smile. "I'm really sorry, about you know, that." He offered her his hand, to shake, for a proper meeting. A little belated perhaps.

"Nice to meet you too..I...Do you know your way around?" So his concept of small talk was a little skewed.

[heartfor_agun]

And John didn't know what to say to that at all. John well, John was the outcast. Not exactly the social pariah, he didn't make himself stand out enough for that, but he didn't fit with the popular crowd, and he wasn't even 100% sure that if he stopped trying to blend into a crowd, that he would have fit there anyway. His life was too complicated he was too...He wasn't the kind of person who could laugh over drinking beer underage or talk to a girl like the only thing he really cared about was getting under her skirt

[fuckingblondie]

"Well... it's not like... that," she said, frowning. "I've told people. They... know. But it's not the same, you know? I don't

[heartfor_agun]

"Not the same as what?" Was that just...a girl thing? To say things you were probably supposed to get but really didn't? Claire had sounded like she'd expected him to know what she meant, but to him, the only reason she would have told him was because she was transferring the way she behaved with Zach to him. And he...Well he was letting her, and he wasn't quite sure why

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"I don't know," she said, shrugging it off with a wry frown. She wasn't even sure what she was saying herself half of the time.

"That's no... better. I mean. You must still miss him anyway. It's not like he's just some over-glorified sperm-donor, after all," she said, making a face at the thought. "He's still your dad. I mean. I loved my real dad until... no, never mind. Even then, I still loved him. You can't... not."

"Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, The Killers, Franz Ferdinand, James Blunt, Flaming Lips... that sort of stuff. More... indie, I guess." She shrugged.

"I... guess? You know what, you take that, and you can always come back for something better. You must hate this, and I'm probably not helping," she admitted with a sheepish laugh.

"And we should probably get back at one point... get ready for dinner, or something. It'll get dark pretty soon, and I don't want Peter to worry."