[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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[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Yeah. [ Peter's far more concerned about this than he's letting on, but it's not as if it's not... completely obvious. Peter just sighs and drinks his coffee. ] Interesting.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

If you had to I wouldn't stop you. [he admits without looking up.]

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

I don't want to have to.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

No, no one wants that. Except Claire, I'm guessing. She's been trying to get me to pop him since I moved in.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Doesn't surprise me. [ He sighs, staring into the depths of his coffee before he looks back up. ] She actually expects you to kill him?

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

So she says.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

She shouldn't put that on you. [ Peter's just shaking his head. ] You know, I wish I'd been able to help. When he kidnapped her.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Everything .. worked out. More messy than I would've liked, but we got the job done. We'll just call on a raincheck if it happens again.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure. I don't think Claire'll be asking me to help anytime soon, though.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

She won't have to. I've got your number. [He takes a sip and leans back, more visibly relaxed. It's not often people are on Spike's side. That he can trust not to get themselves killed, especially.]

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

Yeah, good thing. [ Peter smiles faintly, knocking back some more of his own coffee. Peter was just so surprisingly glad that Spike hadn't listened to Sylar's claim that they weren't allowed to be friends. ]

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

I'm not just taking a vacation. They need my help, especially with Angel speaking nonsense. I know I shouldn't muck about in time, but it's either this or back to Hell.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

You're not the only one.. screwing with time. And going somewhere your needed is probably better then going back to Hell.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[Half of his mouth quirks up at that.] No, I guess I'm not. What's going on with that then?

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Peter wasn't expecting that sudden conversation shift. Sipping at his coffee, he attempts to appear the innocent. ] What part?

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[His look goes a little smug, if deadpan.] The Adam-shaped part. I doubt you've gone and forgot about him so quick.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Peter has to work immensely hard not to snort in his coffee, setting the cup back down on the table. ] Yeah, no I haven't forgotten about him. Not even close.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Unless you want to hear more about Sylar's incessant whining, I suggest you start yapping.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

I've heard enough of that for a lifetime. [ He leans back in his chair, trying to keep from smiling too much. ] He's staying at my place right now and it's going well? I don't know, I don't have any complaints. First date turned out.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

A date, well. That's something. Where'd you go? [He's far too amused by Peter's giddiness.]

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Peter's just going to continue to be exceedingly happy, mostly because he can't stop. ] We went sailing.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

[If he can't have it someone ought to.] Sailing.. really. You two don't strike me as the sailing types.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

I think he used to be a pirate.

[rudolphofvamps.livejournal.com]

Don't let anyone ever tell you you don't have good taste. [ ... Wait. He's finishing off his coffee and looking a little confused mostly at himself.] Not that I would know anything about ..that. But still, a pirate.

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Peter lifts an eyebrow, still looking amused as ever. ] I don't know if he was actually a pirate, but he learned how to sail in the 1700's. He was a samurai, though.