Being back with the company means I get to kill people again. But it also means office Christmas Parties. Since Primatech has a catering deal with the Burnt Toast Diner, they decided to co-host a Christmas bash with them. Naturally, due to my wonderful party planning abilities, I was put in charge of the festivities.
Oh, and Bob wanted me to monitor all the special people that would attend. The free stocking-stuffers are actually tracking devices. I told Bob that wouldn’t work because they’d re-gift ’em anyway and we’d end up tracking their Aunt Joyce instead.
“Ready for the party, Claire?” I asked.
“Uh, no! My bio-Daddy is dying! My blood could save him. My blood!”
“I’ll let you drink some alcoholic egg nog,” I bribed her.
“Okay!”
And the Bennets were off.
“Crap,” I said as we pulled into the parking lot. “We forgot Linus.”
“You mean Lloyd?” Claire asked.
“I think it’s Jocephus,” Sandra offered.
Mr. Muggles barked.
“Oh, well. Your brother doesn’t like Christmas waffles anyway.”
I set my family at a table so I could finish up the final touches before everyone started showing up. Bob and The Haitian already had most of it done.
“Don’t you think the gold Santa is a little much?” I asked.
Bob replied, “Well…about that. We’re going to need to find another Santa.”
Before I could begin stressing about the lack of Santa, The Haitian came in with Christmas muffins. He seemed to bump into thin air and the muffin tray flew into the air. With the exception of Mr. Muggles, we were all disappointed.
“Sorry ’bout that, mate,” a familiar voice said. “I didn’t mean to stand in ya way.”
“Claude?” I asked.
Bob said, “Quick, bag and tag him!”
I began to lift my Primatech gun when The Haitian spoke up, “No. It is Christmas. A time to be together. We must put our differences aside, for now. In my country, Christmas is a horrible time. The evil tyrant gang lords rob the children of their gifts. I do not want such unpleasantries in my new home.”
He had a good point. As much fun shooting an invisible man would have been, I had to think about the children. “Claire, clean up the muffins,” I said, holstering my sidearm. “Haitian, finish stringing the lights. Bob, lay out the silverware.”
“You mean goldware?” he asked.
“Fine. Lay out the goldware.”
Finally, things were coming together. I ran back to the kitchen to cook up more Christmas muffins. The Burnt Toast Diner staff had prepared a wonderful meal. Everything was looking great.
Our first visitors arrived. “Peter, welcome,” I greeted the younger Petrelli as he entered. “I didn’t think you’d make it with the whole dead brother thing.”
Holding back tears, he said, “Christmas has always been about death for me.” He noticed Claire still cleaning up the muffins on the floor. “What a wonderful metaphor for life….starting out as a tasty and sprinkled muffin, only to be tossed onto the scum-ridden floor of this miserable world. What do I want for Christmas this year? Death, to end my suffering.”
“I like the black sweater,” I said, trying to avoid the awkward death talk. “It’s quite festive.”
Peter mumbled something as he went inside. Behind him was Detective Parkman, Mohinder and Molly.
“Hey, Parkman,” I shook his hand firmly. “Molly, how about you run on in and have some sweets.” She took off excitedly. I glared at Mohinder and said coldly, “Hello, Mohinder.”
“Greetings, Bennet,” he replied.
As they walked past me, I grabbed Matt by the shoulder. “Say, you know we really could use a Santa,” I said. “Our first one had an….accident.”
“Gee, thanks. It’s because I’m fat, huh?”
“No,” I said. I quickly thought up a lie, “You’re jolly.”
“I can read minds, you know?”
Stupid Haitian. Paying more attention to his decorating than he is suppressing abilities. “Do it for Molly?” I pleaded.
“Fine.”
A shaky start. But we’ll see how things progress.
omg! i wanna come to the party!!
I am bringing Simon and Monty,just don’t mention their dad being s-h-o-t.(I haven’t told them yet)
Ugh. Daddy wants me to wear the pigtail and the plaid christmas party dress with the patent leather mary janes. Could to please remind him I’m NOT five?
Also, I’d bring my date but…I’m a little worried about what your daughter might do around him and actually whatYOU might do.
Also, I have problems stringing electrical lights. I end up glowing red & green.
Muffins? You never had muffins before!
Wow, I’m glad Nathan isn’t here. Kind of weird being around my ex highschool boyfriend.
Plus, if Peter stops sobbing, he is my date tonight!
I’m so excited! Even though bio-dad is in the very slow process of dying, he should come! I got him a Christmas ornament!
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OMG I wasn’t invited!
Wait a minute…I don’t need to be invited to go to a party, do I? That’s never been the case at all the other parties I’ve been too!
hehehe!
Claire-go give Nathan some of your blood!
I will buy you a new phone if you do!
I am having so much fun so far.
Ouch my head! Does anyone have any Advil or Tylenol or something? And how did we get down here anyway? The past month or so is a fog….
I have Aleve-does that help?
Plus, a Haitian guy showed up to read the meter. I had a headache and when he left, I was all better!
Want me to send him to you?