[RL] is anybody out there

[rudolphofvamps]

[New York. Not his favorite place. Even less so when he had to ride the subway. Spike did his best to keep his head down and try not to think, an unlit cigarette hanging from his mouth. Each shove of thronging New Yorkers made him a little number as he glanced down at the scrawled address over crumpled paper for the millionth time.

As he steps out onto the street, the Sun's almost down. Keeping his eyes on his boots, he pushes hands with chipping nail polish into his duster pockets, trying not to feel the last of its warmth on his face. He couldn't feel more out of place as he's looking up the nose of Petrelli Manor, keeping his eyes out for Peter. Steeling himself, he steps up on the lawn, half-expecting an aerial attack. Or maybe one from the side.]

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[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

She put an ejector seat in here too? [All the shit with Sylar and Angel slips from his mind when he sets his eyes on this car. Has he ever actually been lent a car? That would be a no. He's still a little out of it for that reason.]

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't surprise me. [ Peter contently stands by and lets Spike stare, too amused by his reaction. ] Always wondered what that button did..

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Do you have the keys? [Spike holds out a hand to Peter, still unwilling to look away.]

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Since he's not even looking, Peter drops the keys into his hand, grinning to himself. ] There you go.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[He catches them, grinning too.] Get in, we'll take her for a jog to warm her up.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure-- why not. [ He had no idea that he'd get so much of a kick out of just letting Spike borrow his mom's car. But he was, if only because Spike seemed so excited about it. Hand on the door handle, he waits for Spike to open up the car. ]

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[Pressing the button to release the doors, he slides into the driver's seat, hands running along the wheel as if he still can't believe this is real. Sure enough, it takes a few minutes to start, and when it does, he lets her sit a few minutes.] You talk to Claire?

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Settling down into the passenger side seat, Peter breaths a sigh of relief when the car finally starts. Stretching out comfortaby, he looks over at Spike, grimacing faintly. ] Yeah. She's not exactly happy with me at the moment.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you and me both. What'd you do?

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

I didn't come save her. Even though she always tells me she doesn't want me to.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Bloody typical, isn't it? [He's gripping the wheel a little too tight, peeling out of the garage.] She saved herself well enough.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Peter sighs, a little more frustrated than he cares to admit. ] When it comes to Claire, it's.. I don't know. It's hard to do anything good enough for her.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Told her she reminded me of Buffy, and it was sodding accurate. [He's flying through a red light, looking for his zippo.] Dunno what I'm going to do with her--or Sylar.

He keeps saying he wants to come with to LA.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Oh god, Peter is suddenly... very concerned for his life. And the life of this car. And the points on his license. But he's trying to keep from letting it show. ]

Would you ever bring him?

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

To LA? Of course not. [--tires squealing around the corner--] Doesn't mean I don't feel bad about it. Told him I'd stick around, you know? Suddenly I'm a deadbeat dad.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

You're allowed to go on a vacation. [ Peter has next to no sympathy for Sylar, just like he's pretty sure he might soon have next to no stomach contents. ] Did you tell him that you're coming back?

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Of course I did, don't want him going on a rampage. Problem is: I don't think he believes me.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Hey, no, I wasn't-- I know you don't. He's an adult, he shouldn't have to be your responsibility.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Shouldn't is a different word than isn't, [he's pointing out, slamming into a parking space on the street with inches to spare.] Coffee?

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Peter has no idea how Spike just did that, but he's not going to question it. And neither will anyone else because it's New York, everyone drives ridiculously. ] But he's making it seem that way. [ He offers Spike an apologetic smile and then a nod. ] Yeah, sure.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[He's nodding, pocketing the keys as he holds open the door for Peter.] So is Claire, incidentally.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Peter makes a face, shaking his head as he wanders into the coffee shop. ] I know I don't completely understand where she's coming from-- [ muttering under his breath that Sylar's only killed him once, after all... ] --but she should know he's not any more your responsibility than he is mine. The only person whose fault it is, is Sylar's.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

If I leave, he's threatening to follow. It's bound to be something of a mess. [He's ordering something random, without really knowing what it even means. What happened to regular coffee and tea :c ] You can back out now, if you want your car back.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Peter just gets something highly caffeinated and lacking sugar -- aka black coffee. He's hardcore. And he likes his caffeine. ] Give me a call if you need a hand with him.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

.. What kind of hand we talking? [He slams a few bills down on the table and carts his coffee off to a corner booth, one without sunlight.]