This is the sequel to my other story On the Edge. You need to read that story first to understand many of the things in this story. Let me know what you think!

Chapter 1

The Company

Claire sat in her chair and tapped her nails on her desk. The files were beginning to pile up. When they had all decided to start this company five months ago Claire hadn't anticipated so much paper work. Just yesterday they had brought in a new special with the ability to split himself into multiple forms. She already knew he was going to give her some trouble. She slouched down in chair and closed her eyes. Maybe she could just take a little nap. But just then her office door flew open. She up abruptly and made herself look busy. Luckily Sylar was busy arguing with Luke and didn't notice her lack of activity.

"I don't see why I couldn't just fry him." Luke frowned.

"Because Luke, I don't think 'frying him' would make him trust us."

"Whatever." Luke shrugged.

"That is why you aren't an agent yet Luke. You have no control." Sylar said as he strode over to Claire's desk. He bent down and gave a quick kiss.

"You're one to talk about control." Luke muttered.

Sylar dropped into the chair across from Claire. "We found a new special."

"Oh? Where is he?" she asked.

"Down in the lobby. He's a little shaky and really confused. The kid tried to run and dumbass here trying to cook him."

Claire glared at Luke. "Why did you bring him with you? I haven't cleared him to be an agent."

Sylar held his hands up. "I didn't bring him anywhere. He followed me because he wanted 'to prove himself'."

Luke frowned. "I was doing ok until the idiot punched me."

"You cornered him. You never corner a special, especially when we don't know what his power is. That's what gets mortal people like you killed."

"Wait, you don't know his power?" Claire asked.

"Nope. He didn't show it when he was fighting us."

"It's probably just some useless power." Luke shrugged.

Claire glared at him. "Why are you in my office? Don't you have some work to do?"

Luke looked to Sylar for support but Sylar just shrugged. "You heard the woman. Get to work."

Luke mumbled and huffed but slouched from the room. As soon as he was gone Sylar leapt up and walked around her desk. He lifted her and sat her on the edge of the desk. She laughed.

"What are you doing? We're at work."

"So? That's never stopped us before."

"Sylar, we could get…"

"Get what? Fired? We own the company Claire, we can do what we want."

"What if someone walks in?"

He smiled and mentally locked the door. "Problem solved."

She smiled and shook her head. "You are crazy."

"You know I like when you talk dirty." He said as he nuzzled her ear.

She pushed him away and climbed off the desk. "Sylar I have work to do. You just said we have a new special waiting down in the waiting room."

Sylar sighed and looked irritated. "What's the use in being president if I can't do whatever I want with my girlfriend?"

"Maybe we can do something special tonight." She suggested.

He considered it for a moment. "What kind of special?"

"Whatever kind you want." She smiled.

His eyes lit up deviously. "That's more like it. Ok, fine, I'll send the kid up."

She watched as he retreated thought the door. "Love you."

"Love you too." He winked.

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Sam held his arms tightly over his chest. He was really confused. Up until an hour ago he had thought he was the only special person in the world. And now some big scary guy had dragged him in here telling him that this place helped specials like him. That guy had had powers .He had used telekinesis to stop him from running, and he knew when he was lying. He had said he had other powers too. He saw a kid approaching him. The kid looked to be a couple years younger than him.

"You're Sam?" he asked.

Sam narrowed his eyes. "Who's asking?"

"Um, me?" The kid shrugged.

The kid seemed harmless enough so Sam nodded and stood up. "Yeah, I'm Sam."

"Cool, I'm Micah."

"Do you work here?" he asked.

"Part time." Micah nodded.

"Aren't you a little young?"

"I'm useful." He shrugged.

Sam glanced at him curiously. "What can you do?"

In answer Micah reached out and touched a screen that was hooked to the wall. It immediately lit up and began to scan through different pages.

"I can talk to machines."

"Wow." Sam murmured feeling impressed.

At the end of the hallway they walked into a large open space. People were everywhere, working on computers or talking to each other.

"Is everyone here special?" he wondered.

Micah nodded. "Pretty much."

Sam saw the guy that had brought him in. "Who's that?"

"That's Sylar. He's pretty much the most powerful person here."

"He's a little creepy."

"Well considering he's an ex-serial killer that's to be expected."

Sam laughed and looked at Micah. When Micah didn't laugh along he raised his eyebrows incredulously.

"Are you serious? Why would they let a serial killer work here?"

"Well he funds the whole operation. Plus he's one of the founders."

"Of course he is." Sam sighed. He was begging to like this place less and less.

"He's actually not so bad. If you get on his good side he's actually pretty funny."

A tall dark haired girl approached Sylar and began discussing something. His heart rate picked up. She was gorgeous.

"Who's that?"

Micah laughed. "Of course you would notice Kassy. She's the CEO of the company."

"She pretty young to be CEO."

"She's really powerful. And she's Sylars sister."

"Of course she is."

They left the room and walked into an elevator. They rose to the third floor and he followed Micah down another hallway. They stopped in front of a door.

"You're going to talk to Claire. She'll help you out."

Micah turned and walked away. Sam suddenly felt very nervous. He stood there for a moment before knocking. A soft feminine voice called for him to come in. He took a step in and stopped. A small blonde girl sat behind the desk. She couldn't have been older than eighteen. Did a bunch of teenagers run this place? She smiled pleasantly.

"Hello. Have a seat."

He eyed her warily before dropping into a chair.

"Your name is Sam?"

He nodded.

"I'm Claire. You probably have a lot of questions about what this place is."

He nodded again. "Why did you bring me here?"

"To help you."

"With what?"

"Whit whatever you need."

He frowned. "I don't need anything."

She glanced down at a file. "It says here that Sylar found you on the streets. Do you have a place to live?"

He looked away from her. He didn't need her pity.

"Look" she sighed "this is my job. I can give you a place to live and we can find you a job."

"I don't need your hand outs." He snapped.

She rolled her eyes. "These aren't handouts Sam. These are second chances. We help people like you."

"Like me? What can you do? Super awesome manicures?"

She examined him closely before reaching out and picking up a letter opener. He cried out in surprise as she slid it up her arm and cut a deep gash.

"What the hell! Are you crazy?"

He watched in amazement as the wound closed itself up.

"I'm the invincible girl. I'm also immortal."

"Whoa. I guess they only give the big jobs to the super powerful people huh?"

She smiled. "I'm one of the founders."

He examined her. She really was very pretty. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a bun and her green eyes had a certain sparkle about them. She wore a dress jacket over a tight black dress. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. He gave her his most charming smile.

"Ok Claire. You can help me." He stood and walked around to the side of her desk. "If you'll go on a date with me."

Claire raised her eyebrows. "A date?"

"Yep. That's my only request."

"Sorry but I'm with someone."

"I guarantee he can't make you as happy as me."

She laughed. "Sorry Sam, but no."

He leaned in close. "Oh come on. I know you'll like me."

Sylar walked in and froze when he saw them so close together. This guy needed to beat it.

"Sam" Claire smiled. "This is my boyfriend Sylar."

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When Sylar walked into Claire's office he certainly wasn't expecting to find the new guy practically on top of her.

"Sam, this is my boyfriend Sylar."

Sylar found it very difficult to control his anger. He pushed Sam back a few feet. The sudden fear on Sam's face told Sylar that the kid knew he was to be feared. He strode further into the room.

"What's going on here?"

Claire just smiled. "I was just telling Sam all the ways I could help him."

"Well, I don't think you can help him in the ways that he really wants." Sylar said as he walked closer and dropped into a chair.

Sam laughed nervously. "Hey, I was just kidding."

"Uh hu. Well next time, don't kid so close to my girlfriend."

"Sylar." Claire chided. "It's ok." She held out a file to Sam. "This has the location of your new place."

Sam took it slowly. "Um, thanks."

"You'll be expected to be at your new job by three tomorrow." Sylar said.

Sam frowned. "Job? I never agreed to a job."

"Yeah well unless you want to continue being homeless, you're taking the job."

Sam made a face. "What job is it?"

Sylar smiled. "You'll be my new personal assistant."

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Later that night Claire sat in front of the mirror and brushed her hair. She considered it a successful day. Sylar hadn't killed anybody and she had been able to place a new special. She could tell that Sam was a good kid, he just needed some guidance. She hoped Sylar wouldn't be too hard on him. She didn't hear his silent footsteps so she gasped when his hands slid down her shoulders from behind. She looked up and saw him looming over her with a grin on his face.

"Did I scare you?"

"No, just startled me."

He leaned over her and kissed her Spiderman style. She smiled against his lips and placed her hand on his face. His hands slid down to her chest and she gave a little gasp. He smiled and continued to feel down her body. He pulled away and she pouted, but only walked around so that he was kneeling in front of her. He slid up her shirt and kissed her stomach lightly. She giggled. He kissed her hips bones and all the way down to her waist line. He seemed like he was going to go lower when someone called out from their living room.

"Hello? Sy, Claire? You here?"

Sylar pulled away and glared in the direction of the living room. "I'm going to kill Kassy."

Claire smiled and pushed him away just as Kassy came bouncing in. She examined Sylar kneeling in front of Claire.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Yes, me getting laid."

Claire smacked his arm. "No, you're fine."

"She is not." Sylar mumbled.

Kassy ignored him picked up one of Claire's bottles of perfumes. She sprayed a bit over herself.

"Did you come here to use our stuff?" Sylar frowned.

"No, actually. I've been thinking that you should triple date with Peter and Emma and Hiro and me."

"That sounds horrible." Sylar said as he leaned on the counter.

"No it doesn't." Claire countered. "It sounds fun."

"Good." Kassy beamed. "Maybe Hiro will be less nervous if there are more people around."

Sylar laughed. "Is he still nervous around you? You have been dating for six months."

Kassy shrugged. "I promised to be patient."

"Yeah well neither of you can hold on to those precious virginities forever."

Kassy glared. "Don't talk about my virginity. It's nothing to be ashamed of. You were a virgin till you were twenty four!"

Sylar blushed. "You said you wouldn't tell anybody!"

"Well don't push me! I'll post it all around the office!"

"You wouldn't dare."

"Ok you two! That's enough! I feel like I'm listening to two teenage girls."

Sylar glared mutinously but Kassy just smiled sheepishly. "Sorry Claire."

"So where did you want to go for the date?"

"There's this nice restaurant that just opened. I was thinking we could go tomorrow night."

"Sounds great." Claire smiled.

"Not to be rude, but couldn't you have just called to ask this?" Sylar frowned.

"Well I figured it would be harder for you to say no if I asked in person."

"Ok, well get out of my apartment. I need to make love to my girlfriend."

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Sam stood on the dark street corner and glanced around. He didn't want anybody to see what he was up too. He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the lady with grocery bags to pass. When he was sure she was gone he stepped forward. He felt for the rip in the air that nobody else but him could see or feel. He took a deep breath before disappearing through it.