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CLAIRE ROSENROCK - March 29, 2012 02:08 AM (GMT)
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That morning Claire had woken up lazily, Alex had already gone to work by the time she had rolled out of her bed, Elvis’ ears perking up at her movement but the dog hardly bothered to move from his position at the end of the bed. Making her way to the shower the brunette turned the water on, stepping in before it had even gotten warm. Her body was on autopilot but when her skin hit the cold water she had let out a yelp of surprise, her senses now completely awakened by the shock. Thankfully today was one of her days off which meant errands, many many errands. It was hard to make time for errands when both of the human occupants of the house were also leading members of the Legends. If one wasn’t jumping in to fight off crime the other was working to make sure they had a place to rest their heads when they did get to sleep and vice versa. Claire would never complain when things were overwhelming but recently the fatigue seemed to be setting in. Perhaps because she had trouble shutting her brain off when it came to sleeping, especially if Alex was gone. Then her slight worry about his safety seemed to play over and over in her head, then she started to worry about other Legends members. Which started a vicious circle that caused her to turn the tv on and watch the news to make sure there were no reports or injuries or deaths.
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Even her dog Elvis had learned to sleep without her in the bed, now he took his place on her side of the bed at her feet and slept soundly despite Claire still being awake. Stepping out of the shower she ran the towel through her hair before starting to wind it into a braid, threading a long strand of beads through it as she did so. This wasn’t a usual hairstyle for Claire, often she was rather casual with her hair and kept it down. But due to the fact she currently had a minute or two she decided to move outside of the box. Finishing she moved to get dressed for the day, the list of things she needed to retrieve piling up in her head. A half an hour later she slipped out of the door purse on her shoulder and costume with her. It was second nature now to bring her costume with her wherever she went, especially considering her vital role in the Legends. If she was called on duty no one could wait for her to go back home and get changed into costume. Making her way through the streets she walked through alleyways, ones that weren’t exactly in the best neighborhoods. It was habit to look for criminals, perhaps because she was terrified of being unable to help someone who truly needed it. Her blue eyes scanned her surroundings as she walked.
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Realizing she was being followed she sighed, she should have known this would happen. Claire knew she looked vulnerable. She was slender, gentle faced and pale, she would be what the Americans called ‘nerdy’ if she wore glasses. But always one to give the men the benefit of the doubt Claire paused and said softly. ”Can I help you?” Perhaps they would surprise her and say that they simply wanted to know how to get to the Empire state building or what the time was. But of course they merely chuckled and one pointed a knife in her direction. Within a few moments both men were down, having been knocked unconscious by the dense water she had thrown at them both. Taking the knife on the ground she tossed it in a nearby dumpster and continued on her way. At least she was the victim and not someone else without powers to defend themselves.
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Moving toward the entrance she sighed brushing off her clothing before moving to run her errands again. Unfortunately in the grand scheme of things she got little done. By the late afternoon Claire had run to the grocery store and paid bills but in between had helped several members of the Legends put out a small fire, a hostage situation and a Syndicate attack. She had trained for an hour at the Legends pool before heading home with a wet dog in tow. Opening the door she placed her keys on the hook by the door then began to make lunch, despite her lack of hunger she knew Alex would be home soon. He was thin in appearance yet he could eat twice as much as a normal person. Claire made two grilled cheeses; she wasn’t horribly hungry so she intended both were for her husband. Nibbling on a slice of cheese she slid onto the counter, letting the grilled cheeses stay warm in the pan as she glanced toward the door.

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ALEXANDER ROSENROCK - April 4, 2012 06:35 PM (GMT)
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Alex was always having to get up earlier and earlier as the weeks went by. Either the warehouse got an early or late shipment, or someone needed saving. Sometimes he got a lovely combination of both like he did today. He’d gotten called in for work at three in the morning and before he could make it to the warehouse to start his shift at four, he’d had to save a group of young women that were being cornered in an alleyway. Leave it to a bunch of young blondes to fit the stereotype of sneaking into their homes at this ungodly hour after a night of bar hopping. They’d been to scared and drunk to thank him or do anything much really than break down crying.<p>

He’d made sure they were safe and then he’d ducked back into his work clothes and arrived only three minutes late. The supervisors were far from the point of lecturing him on coming in late. Rosenrock was their go to for anything. It was ridiculous how quickly he could unload a shipment. And he usually went about it alone. His inventory write ups were a little messy but always precise and he never asked for anything more than he was already given. The supervisors and co-workers always tried to talk to him while he worked but they were always met with the silent man that would only answer with what was absolutely necessary in a way that dissuaded more questions. <p>

No one knew what he did with his free time. They only knew he’d been in the military from his records, though it was suspected in the way he held himself, and they only knew he had a love life because his wife sometimes showed up at the warehouse with his lunch and a batch of sweets for everyone to share. Alexander knew she’d be busy today though, she’d let him know the night before that she was planning on running errands so he did all he could to finish unloading the semi that had rolled in as quickly as possible. Even if he finished his task early, the supervisors paid him for the full shift he’d been written in on and even an hour or two more as a way of thanking him for his efficiency. <p>

It was arduous work though, and the hour was well past midday when he started his walk back home. He was still in his work clothes of course, khakis and a plain t covered by a hoodie. Gloves were hanging out of his back pocket and his industrial back brace was undone, hanging around his waist from the straps that went over his shoulders. He didn’t really need the support but it was company policy to keep their workers from straining anything. It made perfect sense but Alex had super strength and before he’d gotten used to it, the back brace had been more of a bother than anything else. The walk home wasn’t too long and the air would help get rid of the cigarette smoke that’d stuck to his clothes from the few death sticks he’d smoked on his breaks. <p>

It was a few minutes before he finally reached his door and let himself in. The door was unlocked and he pursed his lips at thinking that anyone could have just walked in. Claire was perfectly capable of taking care of herself but he still found it in himself to worry over her and Noah profusely. He took off his brace and hung it on a peg by the door and rolled up his sleeves just below his elbows. It was just enough time for him to relax and let the feeling of home seep into it. It smelled like there was something going in the kitchen under the general fresh smell of the house but before he could do anything else the dog was jumping on him scratching at his clothes for attention. Alex clenched his jaw and took a step back but the dog only followed him. “Get off Elvis” The dog renewed his efforts at getting attention and added in whining but Alex deserved some credit. <p>

Telling the dog to get off was a long way from the “stupid dog” comments he’d let slip in earlier years. With a huff he pried the dog off of him and headed into the kitchen. Claire was banging the cupboards with her swinging feet, sitting on the counter, and he couldn’t help but smile at her. Alex walked over and put one hand on either side of her, leaning forward by the support of his hands on the counter ledge. He kissed her forehead and smiled. “I’m home.” It was a plain statement but he always found himself saying it when he walked in the door. Kind of like a reassurance to himself, the boy in him that had been without a fit home for so long.

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CLAIRE ROSENROCK - April 8, 2012 07:06 PM (GMT)
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Within a few minutes of sitting on the counter, she had finished the slice of cheese she had nibbled on as she heard the front door open. Sure she probably shouldn’t have left the door unlocked, but something in her had sensed that he would be home soon. She heard the customary ”Get off Elvis” from her husband and fought back a smile. Claire knew that Elvis could use some training so he didn’t jump but she had never found it in herself to send him to a trainer. Sighing she knew she should send him to get his manners fixed, at least for her husband’s sake. Watching him walk toward her a smile crept onto her face. She waited to hear his usual ”I’m home”/ Claire had realized early on in their marriage that he announced his presence every time he walked into the house. As he smiled her own grew wider, his smile was a rare thing, especially when others were around.
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He kissed her forehead and she heard the words escape his lips, ”So I see, welcome home love.” She said with a broad smile on her lips as she kissed his cheek. ”You’re looking very beige today.” Claire said tugging gently on the bottom of his shirt, of course the man looked wonderful in everything but it was quite a lot of a boring color. She much preferred to see him in something brighter. ”If you get changed I’ll warm up your grilled cheeses for you.” The dark haired woman said, despite the fact that she pulled him into a hug. It was her way of making sure he was all right, she knew he fought crime on his way to and from work, much like she did. She always worried about him. Claire hugged him tightly for a moment before letting go and sliding off the counter.
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Just as she did so Elvis trotted into the kitchen sitting at her feet looking up his ears perking up and his head tilting to the side. The dark haired woman stood back in front of the stove turning it back on as she glanced at the grilled cheeses in the pan. They were still relatively warm, but rather than wait for the cheese to congeal (which wouldn’t be pretty) she turned the stove on again. Humming to herself, a song she had heard on the radio, Claire spun in place moving around the kitchen. She wasn’t even sure what the song was called but it was fairly catchy. Elvis sat patiently at her feet waiting for her to drop some food. As much as she adored the dog, she was afraid to feed him too much people food, she knew it wasn’t the best for dogs. So instead she gave him a few treats that he greedily wolfed them down then flopped onto the tile floor of the small kitchen.
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Finally getting the grilled cheeses up to temperature she placed them both on a plate and placed a beer on the table as well. She poured herself a glass of water and sat in the opposite chair curling her feet under her. For the most part Claire tried to make it a true home for him; she knew he never quite had the experience. Although her home life had become tense toward the end of her time in France Claire had some good experiences with it. She had once had a place she called home. Now this apartment felt more like home than ever before. Sipping her water she went through her mental list of what she still needed to do. Thankfully there wasn’t too much, a few things should be fixed around the house but it could be lived with for a little while longer. ”How was work?” Claire asked glancing over at the asleep dog.

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ALEXANDER ROSENROCK - May 7, 2012 10:39 PM (GMT)
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It had taken in an ungodly amount of time but after long last, Alex was finally comfortable enough with Claire to not stiffen every time she moved to hug him, or kiss his cheek, or hold his hand. He knew it was rather ridiculous that he had problems with public displays of affection in the first place but it just wasn’t what he was used to. He hadn’t grown up with these kinds of gestures so when they were asked of him it made for some confusion. He had known, while he was trying to work through his discomfort, that Claire really only had the best of intentions but it never really seemed to help. <p>
He still managed to stiffen, pull away, or make some other gesture that could be mistaken for distaste. Other couples he knew were more than happy with doing such trivial things as holding hands on their way out for dinner, or laugh and kiss their partner on the cheek during a walk in the park but not Alex. The only reason he’d tried to work past it had been for Claire. As their relationship had gone on further and further still, he saw how it disappointed her every time he locked himself away. <p>
Now, with Claire hugging him he was proud he’d sucked it up at least to some extent. He’d never really gotten past doing such things in public places but in the privacy of his own home he could manage to tolerate such things with no complaint. And he did love his wife, he just wasn’t one for displaying in that in conventional terms. “You know I don’t have a choice in work clothes so, brown it is.” He could feel her fingers flit nervously over his shoulders, his back, and down his arms while she hugged him. She probably thought he didn’t notice but Alex knew, it was how she made sure he was still in one piece under his work uniform. “Anyway, sounds like a plan.” <p>
Without any further ceremony he took the short walk to their bedroom and ducked out of his work clothes for a quick shower. He’d gotten his shower time activities down to less than seven minutes with practice and his natural discomfort around too much water so he was in his fresh shirt and plain white jersey basketball shorts in no time. He pulled a comb back through his hair a few times and tugged anxiously at the neck of his shirt. Claire had picked it out for him but he always had issues with anything that called to much attention. The shirt itself was comfortable, but he knew how the color called for the eyes to look and that was what made him anxious. <p>
With one more tug at the hem he forced himself to get over it. She would never say it he knew Claire loved to see him in things like these. She knew he liked his darker colors and heavier fabrics, but she could never stop herself from slipping something like this light green t-shirt into the mix when she went shopping for him. Besides, he wasn’t planning on going out anymore, he was done for the day. <p>
The smell of fresh grilled sandwiches kept beckoning him back to the kitchen so he walked back in his bare feet and grinned to himself when he heard Claire whispering some silly tune he’d heard a few times before but couldn’t really name. He sat down at the table and took a swig of his beer before picking up one of the sandwiches for a monster bite that left it nearly half gone. While he chewed, he pulled at the collar of the shirt again though his conscious thought was hardly aware of it anymore, it still managed to do enough to remind him he was wearing something that wasn’t a shade of black or grey. At least the dog wasn’t sitting right next to him, looking up at him with eyes pleading for scraps. “Work was good. Same as always. What did you do today?” it was true, not much changed at a warehouse. He finished the first sandwich and took another drink before he attacked the next one. It was good to be untroubled, even if it was just for a moment.
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CLAIRE ROSENROCK - May 18, 2012 03:39 AM (GMT)
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She had learned early on in their relationship that Alex was not the touchy feely type. It was more than that, he seemed unaccustomed to such an act displayed toward him but knowing his past it was understandable. Yet Claire had tried to slowly get him used to moments of affection, although she learned quickly to keep it to when they were in private. He had always seemed particularly tense if she displayed such affections openly. Even now she knew that he mostly put up with her small affections while at home, but for her it was something that had come naturally to her. With others she had dated Claire had been affectionate for the most part, but with Alex things were different. To some extent she found it slightly unnerving, especially in the early days of dating.
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Part of her had wondered if he didn’t find her desirable. Most of her past boyfriends had made it quite obvious how they felt about her looks. Yet Alex had looked almost visibly pained when she had slid her hand into his the first time. So much so Claire remembered asking him if he was all right. Ever since she had been self conscious about displaying any kind of affection in public. There were times when she forgot how uncomfortable such an act made him, especially when he was injured severely in a fight. While he tried to become less tense around her, Claire tried to restrain her affections both public and private.
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Lately she tried to expand his clothing palette. He often wore dark colors and she much preferred to see him in something brighter. Sometimes she snuck more vibrant colors into the clothing she bought him, not that she didn’t think he would notice, more that she hoped he would wear it occasionally even if it was just at home. So when he walked out in one of the shirts she had given him, a small smile crossed her face. She knew he did it for her, and he was obviously somewhat uncomfortable in it even if he would never admit it. Watching him she sipped at the water in her glass as he sat down at the table. She was always surprised at this dislike for brighter colors, believing it brought too much attention to him. Yet if he looked in the mirror she knew it hardly mattered what he wore, he was far too attractive to blend into a crowd. Reaching across the table she took a half of his sandwich and took a bite before putting it back on his plate. The dark haired woman wasn’t entirely hungry, but the grilled cheese was tempting.
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Tucking her feet back under her behind she ran a finger over her water glass. They often sat in comfortable silence, so she waited patiently. She knew her husband wasn’t much of a talker, so Claire often kept her thoughts to herself and let silence fall between them. Her fingers skimmed the rim of the glass as the water inside swirled gently around. It was a habit she had picked up while living alone and had never quite been able to break it. ”I paid all the bills, went grocery shopping and took Elvis to the vet and went swimming” Looking over at him she bit her bottom lip gently. ”How was crime on your way home?’ Part of her was afraid to ask, but when she had hugged him earlier he seemed to be in one piece. She knew he could handle himself but it always reassured her when she checked.
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”I have to give Elvis pills when I feed him, the vet says he has an infection.” Claire said as her eyes moved to the sleeping dog on the kitchen floor. To most her face would seem impassive as she looked at the grey lump laying there, but to those who knew her the concern was all over her face. Her mouth titled downward slightly in a frown and her eyes scanned the dog like she was looking for something out of the ordinary. She had noticed Elvis was swimming less, but she had only thought he was slowing down. But as time went on she had become concerned.

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ALEXANDER ROSENROCK - July 5, 2012 07:52 PM (GMT)
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Even to Alex, his discomforts had seemed a little silly. The only reason he had to not like affection was that he wasn’t used to it. It wasn’t that he’d had bad experiences or gone through some kind of abuse, it was simply that he had never really been brought up with hugs and kisses. It escaped him as to why so many people needed them to thrive when he didn’t. But that was just it, perhaps he wasn’t thriving like he wanted to believe. His so called success could really just be one big illusion but he knew that couldn’t be wholly true, even if it was just for the woman sitting across from him. <p>
How she had agreed to put with him for any measure of time was a great mystery to the Hero but he was grateful for it nonetheless. He liked to think that she had found some kind of redeeming quality in him that had made her stay even if it wasn’t something that he had been able to see in himself quite yet. If he were the questioning type he may have asked her but as it was he was always more for silence. It was never uncomfortable to him but some people felt uncomfortable in light of his silence though it wasn’t really his intention. He knew Claire could deal with it though. Speaking was a skill he had learned but seemed to forget he had.<p>
When he’d lived on his own, and before The Angel had found him, he could spend weeks without uttering a single word to anyone. His usual haunts and the places he’d go for food knew him as a regular and they’d already have his food boxed when he’d put money and a tip down on the counter, he lived a lone so there was no one to talk to there and there was no family to call him at six in the afternoon and ask how his day had gone. Nowadays he spoke much more because he had to give directions at headquarters, because he knew Claire wanted to know how he’d been doing that day, because Noah always said it was healthy for him to talk about what he felt more.<p>
Alex wasn’t going to go around with his feelings on his sleeve, but he humored Noah by speaking more of anything that needed to be done. Alex finally managed to push the bright color of the shirt he was wearing into the back of his mind where it wouldn’t bother him and he stopped pulling at the fabric entirely. He wouldn’t put it past Claire if she told him to just change into one of his regular t-shirts if she saw him pulling at the one he was currently wearing any longer. Plus, he was glad he’d gotten smile out of her. “It wasn’t all that bad. Just a few amateur muggers and a rogue that wanted to break in somewhere.” he knew she worried but he’d learned that it was just a part of them being together.
He’d never had anyone worrying about him before and it made him more careful now to know he had to make it home in one piece so as not to scare anyone.<p> “I hardly even broke a sweat.” He finished up his food and wiped off his hands then leaned back with his beer and looked over at the heap that was Elvis laying on the floor. It had been rather odd that he’d stayed there through Lex’s entire meal. The dog was always sitting up close to his side, tail wagging and he’d look up at him with pleading eyes, begging Alex for table scraps. Alex had never given him food from his plate though. He disliked dogs but he’d had to make exceptions and deal when Claire had shown up with the huge Weimaraner. <p>
Alex reached over and nudged Elvis with his toes, his eyebrow arching in curiosity when there was no response from the dog. Usually any attention Alex gave him would send the dog into a flurry of excitement and yelps. “He’s sick? Did the vet say it was serious?” It was true that he didn’t particularly like the dog but you got used to certain beings being around and unfortunately for Alex, Elvis had become one of them.

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CLAIRE ROSENROCK - July 10, 2012 09:26 PM (GMT)
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She almost sighed in relief as he said he hardly broke a sweat. Then again he could merely be saying that just to make her feel better, but she could usually tell when that was the case. Living with him she had learned to read him fairly well despite his lack of outward emotion. Claire gave him a brief gentle smile at his words before taking another sip from her glass of water. Unfortunately her mind had wandered from the initial topic at hand to the light gray dog currently lying on the kitchen floor. Pressing her lips together worry crossed her features as her blue eyes watched Elvis. When Alex nudged him with his foot his ears shifted and his eyes moved to look at her husband but other than that the dog didn’t move despite being disturbed. That worried her more than anything else, the vet had been rushed and barely been able to see Claire before he moved to his next appointment, but he said to keep an eye on him just in case.
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”I-I’m not sure, the vet was in a bit of a hurry. He said to give him the medicine once a day in his food and keep an eye on him.” Claire said her eyes not leaving the calm form of her dog. That dog had been with her for 6 years and she almost thought of him as her own child. Moving toward her purse she took the medicine out showing it to Alex, otherwise she would have most likely forgotten it in her purse. Instead of sitting down she sat on the floor running a gentle hand over the dog’s head, despite the fact that she was wearing a dress. Stretching her legs out in front of her she stroked the dog’s head gently.
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Finally she looked over at Alex after a few minutes of watching the dog at her side. She was partially terrified that something was truly wrong with the dog. She had even thought about asking a super to look at him. Claire knew Alex never particularly enjoyed Elvis’ company but she hoped he had at least gotten used to the dog’s presence in the house. ”I hope he’s alright.” Her voice was sort barely above a whisper as she looked at her husband. She was unsure what to do, the dog was lethargic and Claire was unsure if she was going to sleep. At the moment her attention was focused on the dog. But to distract herself she stood after one final pet, she took Alex’s plate and placed it in the dishwasher after running a small amount of water over it.

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