cleveland } { honey, i'm home

[letsbe_clear]

[Naturally, Buffy calling to tell her that Dean made it to Cleveland is an invitation. One, because this is Buffy and when is a conversation with her not an invitation to troll her life, and two, she needed to keep an eye on her champion. She couldn't really do that from a diner in the middle of nowhere, now could she?

So this is Cordelia, bouncing up the stairs to the house that Buffy had left her with, and knocking on the door. It's the middle of the day. Someone should probably be home.]

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[verymature]

[plenty of people are home, actually, but they're asleep or training or having a hot lesbian orgies that he somehow didn't get invited to or whatever the hell these chicks do when they're not out killing vampires. either way, after a moment or two of waiting to see if anyone else is coming, he figures the door isn't going to open itself, and goes to get it]

[he really, really wishes he hadn't when he sees who it is] Oh, hell no. [and this would be the door closing in Cordelia's face]

[letsbe_clear]

[ ... Um, what? Cordelia was aware that there wasn't any love lost between her and Dean, but really? Really?]

Uh, rude much?

[She pounds on the door again.]

[verymature]

[he pulls open the door again] You really wanna get into an argument with me over rude?

[he's pretty sure she'd win, considering some of the crap she said to him, last time they met. and the fact that she flounced off when she was finished]

[letsbe_clear]

[She has her arm crossed in front of her chest, leveling him with a look that would make lesser men cry.]

Hey. I was trying to do you a favor, and you were being a jerk about it. I had earned my right to be rude.

[verymature]

[she's got nothing on Hell]

Yeah, well, whatever way you wanna slice it, princess ... nice seein' you. Bye now. [this is Dean closing the door again]

[letsbe_clear]

[Yeah, no. Have her slamming her hand against the door again.]

I'm not going anywhere, pretty boy. Better get used to it.

[verymature]

[he stands there for a long moment, hoping she'll go away if he doesn't open the door again. when it seems that's not going to be the case, he rips it open again]

Look, you got what you wanted. I'm here. Gold friggen star for you. What more do you want?

[letsbe_clear]

[She raises an eyebrow before letting out a laugh.]

If you really think I'm just here for you? You're out of your mind.

[And with that, she's going to attempt to shove past him and into the house.]

Hey! Buffy!

[verymature]

[if looks could kill, one of them would probably be dead -- mostly because he looks equal parts stunned that she's actually trying to push past him and murderous. not that he's going to let her by, mind you. no, he shifts a little, trying to block her path]

Jesus, lady. You miss the memo about most of us workin' the night shift or something?

[letsbe_clear]

[And that look is back.]

Please. They're Slayers -- they don't sleep much anyway, and it's not that early.

[verymature]

[did we mention the part where he's not impressed?]

[anyway, after a moment he steps out of the doorway, if only because he doesn't want her drawing whatever nasties that don't sleep during the day down on their heads with the scene she's making] Fine. Whatever.

[letsbe_clear]

Thank you.

[and with that she's inside, dropping her bag at the door. While she's looking away, Buffy's coming down the stairs to see what the ruckus is all about, and ... turning around and trying to make a break for it because she's spotted.]

[verymature]

[he, on the other hand, notes Buffy right away, since he's turned to try and get the hell away from the crazy for fear of it catching -- and that's not a good sign. also completely and totally his fault for letting her in in the first place. balls]

[well, looks like it's on him to run interference. and that in mind, he turns back to Cordelia and puts himself between her and the stairs]

[letsbe_clear]

[Cordelia glances back to him, before raising an eyebrow.]

Okay. I need to talk to Buffy. Or to whoever's pulling Watcher duty around here.

[verymature]

Well, considerin' I don't even know what the hell a Watcher is ... [that may or may not be a lie, but either way, it works great for stalling!]

[it helps that he has back up now, too, even if the back up is supremely creepy. Sylar's lurking in the doorway to the kitchen, watching Cordelia very carefully]

[letsbe_clear]

Watcher. The one with the books and the knowledge? Like Giles or Dawn, or someone?

[verymature]

[if he looks like he was just punched in the gut -- his first thought was of Sam -- he hides it well] Yeah, I'm not sure we have one of those.

[letsbe_clear]

Slayers don't wander around without Watchers. It's the circle of Slaying.

[verymature]

Okay, well, lemme me rephrase ... far as I know, I haven't met one, so ... [he shrugs] Can't help you.

[letsbe_clear]

Yes, well, that's why you need to let me talk to Buffy.

[heroslayer]

[and from where he's been lurking in the doorway] Why do you need to talk to her?

[letsbe_clear]

[She glances over to the lurker, and makes a face.]

Who are you?

[heroslayer]

Someone who's lending a hand around here. [he'd say he was Buffy's friend, but their relationship is ... well, he's not sure what their relationship is. she's been good to him, both in letting him stay after finding out he used to be a bad guy and otherwise, but ... oh, screw it. he considers her a friend, so that counts for something] A friend.

[a beat] My name is Sylar.

[letsbe_clear]

Cordelia Chase. Buffy and I go way back.

[she glances back to Dean.]

I'm also supposed to be helping this one be a human being again, but I'm trying to appeal that decision.

[heroslayer]

Nice to meet you.

[he glances between her and Dean briefly, curious, then decides asking about that can wait. he's more interested in finding out what she wants, why there seemed to be some kind of fight before she actually got into the house -- did he mention he wishes he had his hearing, still? -- and why Buffy bolted when she saw her. he was lurking long enough to catch that, after all, and if she's here to make trouble of any kind ... well, he's a little bit rabid about protecting the people he considers friends now, since he has so few of them]

[and so, that in mind ... ] I'm guessing this is more than just ... stopping by to catch up over a drink.