What were you Expecting?

Claire

The sun poured through the windows and into her room. She rolled over and sighed as she opened her eyes, she panicked for a moment when she felt piercings and saw brown hair. But she soon remembered the night before, she had to for her assignment. She sat up in bed and ran a hand through her now short brown hair. She swung her feet over the edge of the bed slowly and walked into the kitchen, noting her sister asleep on the couch. She made a pot of coffee and grabbed the makings for eggs and bacon for breakfast, despite it being almost nine in the morning. She also noted all the papers and notes lying scattered across the coffee table. She'd let Liz explain when she woke up.

She made the bacon first, wondering if the smell would wake her sister. Surprisingly it hadn't, which was odd. She was probably up late working on her new identity to infiltrate the Meta's, and figuring out a way into the gang. She sighed as she made a cup of coffee and then the eggs, she made herself and Liz a plate and carried them over to the living room. She sat the plate on the coffee table in front of her sister's face, before sitting down and starting to eat her own as she read over a bit of the papers. 'Natalie Romarro,' she thought to herself as she read the paper, 'American-russian assassin. Almost never misses, ninety-six confirmed kills and never been caught. How am I supposed to pull that off Liz?'

Claire was distracted from the papers as the body on the couch stirred, reaching for the bacon that was on the plate in front of her.

"Food. Yum yum." She croaked, grabbing some of the bacon and pulling it into her cocoon of blankets. The munching could be heard, even with the padding the blankets provided and Claire couldn't help but laugh.

"You gonna explain to me my role in all of this?" She asked as her sister grabbed for another piece of bacon.

Liz yawned and stretched out her joints, popping here and there. Her hair stood up every which way and the slight curls were matted to her head in some spots. She still looked pretty menacing. "Gimme a minute," she said as she sat up from her spot on the couch, swinging her legs over, "I'm not used to being berated for answers the moment I wake up."

Claire nodded as she finished her plate, bringing it into the kitchen and finished off her coffee. She made another cup and walked back into the living room, pausing a moment as she looked in the mirror at her new look. She didn't look quite look like herself anymore, the only thing that was the same seemed to be her eyes.

Liz yawned loudly, wobbling on her feet as she shuffled into the bathroom to start her morning routine. Claire chuckled.

"You look like a zombie when you first wake up."

"I feel like a zombie when i first wake up, but you have fed me so you're safe for now."

Claire laughed more, tucking her hair behind her ear, "It's weird not having my hair in my face anymore."

"I left it long enough to tie back if you feel the need, but it's still pretty short."

"I know......sorry for interrupting your night with Sam, I know you don't get to see a lot of him, since your lines of work sort of clash."

Liz laughed, smiling softly as she turned to face her sister, "I.....I decided that after you get back," she paused, trying to think of a good way to word it, "I decided to move in with him. I want to give 'us' a shot."

Claire smiled at her sister. "I'm glad you're finally making advances in your relationship," she said fiddling with a piece of her hair, "God! Why did I decide to do this again?"

"Because you had to blend in. Plus take it from me, long hair in the work i do is horrible. Now get up and get ready, I'm taking you to get trained in my profession."