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electrokineticThe Claire here is autophoenix and is used with love and permission. The Dean mentioned is startswinging and Sam is getyourownpie.
Once again, Claire was trying to patiently teach Elle how to cook something. Today’s task was chocolate chip cookies. So far, it wasn’t going so great. The first batch Elle had ruined putting too much salt in it. The second patch didn’t have enough baking powder so it didn’t rise correctly. They were on the third batch now.
“Make sure to measure out each proportion carefully,” Claire instructed in an almost motherly tone, watching as the other began to mix together the ingredients.
“You don’t need to tell me again, Pom-Pom,” Elle snapped in annoyance. She wasn’t really mad at the other girl; she was just frustrated in general. She really just hated how difficult this kind of stuff was for her. Wasn’t it supposed to be easy for girls?
“Well, I just want to see this batch turn out well. Don’t you want to impress Dean with a good batch later?” Claire teased, resting a hand on the other girl’s shoulder, trying to sooth her. It was kind of endearing how worked up Elle got about things.
Elle blushed a little at that. “I’m not doing this for him,” She argued stubbornly. Okay, so she had learned the apple pie for him, and on Valentine’s she had cooked him his favorite meal, but that didn’t mean anything, right? She began to mix together the ingredients a little more viciously as she added in the eggs and milk, watching at it began to form into dough.
“It’s okay if you are,” Claire assured her with a smile. “It’s kind of sweet, really. I’ve never seen you so attached to someone before.” There was a name hanging in both of their minds, but neither one of them mentioned it. Sylar was like a taboo in their conversations a lot of the time. Present, but rarely named. It was for the best that way.
“It’s not…it’s not that serious. You make it sound like we’re some lovey dovey couple like you and Sam or something.” And it wasn’t like that. She and Dean liked one another, probably more than either one of them would want to admit, but she wasn’t holding her breath on some sort of storybook ending. And okay, so maybe she was learning to do things like make cookies because she wanted to be more like a normal girlfriend, but that didn’t mean anything, right? There was a nagging voice in the back of her head that told she was wrong, but she didn’t want to confront it. Not yet.
“I think you guys care about each other more than you let on,” Claire said with a smile, helping Elle roll the dough into balls now, carefully placing them on the cookie sheet. “It’s okay to open up to him, you know. He’s not going to hurt you.” And the girl nudged the other in the ribs a little, giving her a encouraging grin. “And if he does somehow, I’ll kick kick his ass for you. How does that sound?”
Elle laughed a little, matching the other girl’s grin with one of her own. All signs of melancholy and unease had been pushed away for now. “Assuming there was anything left of him once I got done with him.” And with that she carefully slid the cookies into the oven, setting the timer.
“Poor Dean. He never stood a chance once he got involved with you, did he?”
“Nope. He really didn’t. Oh well,” Elle shrugged her shoulders in a sort of “what can you do” fashion. “Guess he’ll just have to learn and cope.”
-
A half hour later, the two girls paused the chick flick they had been watching and went in to check on the cookies. Claire didn’t even bother putting on gloves before pulling out the pan, her skin burning from holding onto the metal.
Elle wrinkled her nose in disgust at the smell of burnt flesh. “I will never get used to that, Pom Pom.”
“It’s not that bad,” Claire insisted with a sheepish smile. She leaned in to sniff the cookies. “This batch smells perfect. See? You can do this sort of stuff.”
The other blonde leaned in to take a whiff herself. It did smell pretty damn good, if she did say so herself. “I guess you were right.”
“Of course I was. You just needed to get the hang of it, that’s all.”
And maybe it was. Maybe she was just being impatient, expecting everything to make sense right away. She just had to give it time and let herself adjust to things.
Muse: Elle Bishop
Fandom: Heroes (Crossed Over With Supernatural)
Word Count: 763
Also, more prompts are still available to claim here.
autophoenix and is used with love and permission. The Dean mentioned is startswinging and Sam is getyourownpie.Once again, Claire was trying to patiently teach Elle how to cook something. Today’s task was chocolate chip cookies. So far, it wasn’t going so great. The first batch Elle had ruined putting too much salt in it. The second patch didn’t have enough baking powder so it didn’t rise correctly. They were on the third batch now.
“Make sure to measure out each proportion carefully,” Claire instructed in an almost motherly tone, watching as the other began to mix together the ingredients.
“You don’t need to tell me again, Pom-Pom,” Elle snapped in annoyance. She wasn’t really mad at the other girl; she was just frustrated in general. She really just hated how difficult this kind of stuff was for her. Wasn’t it supposed to be easy for girls?
“Well, I just want to see this batch turn out well. Don’t you want to impress Dean with a good batch later?” Claire teased, resting a hand on the other girl’s shoulder, trying to sooth her. It was kind of endearing how worked up Elle got about things.
Elle blushed a little at that. “I’m not doing this for him,” She argued stubbornly. Okay, so she had learned the apple pie for him, and on Valentine’s she had cooked him his favorite meal, but that didn’t mean anything, right? She began to mix together the ingredients a little more viciously as she added in the eggs and milk, watching at it began to form into dough.
“It’s okay if you are,” Claire assured her with a smile. “It’s kind of sweet, really. I’ve never seen you so attached to someone before.” There was a name hanging in both of their minds, but neither one of them mentioned it. Sylar was like a taboo in their conversations a lot of the time. Present, but rarely named. It was for the best that way.
“It’s not…it’s not that serious. You make it sound like we’re some lovey dovey couple like you and Sam or something.” And it wasn’t like that. She and Dean liked one another, probably more than either one of them would want to admit, but she wasn’t holding her breath on some sort of storybook ending. And okay, so maybe she was learning to do things like make cookies because she wanted to be more like a normal girlfriend, but that didn’t mean anything, right? There was a nagging voice in the back of her head that told she was wrong, but she didn’t want to confront it. Not yet.
“I think you guys care about each other more than you let on,” Claire said with a smile, helping Elle roll the dough into balls now, carefully placing them on the cookie sheet. “It’s okay to open up to him, you know. He’s not going to hurt you.” And the girl nudged the other in the ribs a little, giving her a encouraging grin. “And if he does somehow, I’ll kick kick his ass for you. How does that sound?”
Elle laughed a little, matching the other girl’s grin with one of her own. All signs of melancholy and unease had been pushed away for now. “Assuming there was anything left of him once I got done with him.” And with that she carefully slid the cookies into the oven, setting the timer.
“Poor Dean. He never stood a chance once he got involved with you, did he?”
“Nope. He really didn’t. Oh well,” Elle shrugged her shoulders in a sort of “what can you do” fashion. “Guess he’ll just have to learn and cope.”
-
A half hour later, the two girls paused the chick flick they had been watching and went in to check on the cookies. Claire didn’t even bother putting on gloves before pulling out the pan, her skin burning from holding onto the metal.
Elle wrinkled her nose in disgust at the smell of burnt flesh. “I will never get used to that, Pom Pom.”
“It’s not that bad,” Claire insisted with a sheepish smile. She leaned in to sniff the cookies. “This batch smells perfect. See? You can do this sort of stuff.”
The other blonde leaned in to take a whiff herself. It did smell pretty damn good, if she did say so herself. “I guess you were right.”
“Of course I was. You just needed to get the hang of it, that’s all.”
And maybe it was. Maybe she was just being impatient, expecting everything to make sense right away. She just had to give it time and let herself adjust to things.
Muse: Elle Bishop
Fandom: Heroes (Crossed Over With Supernatural)
Word Count: 763
Also, more prompts are still available to claim here.
