A/N: Ah yes, I have become one of the many Heroes fanatics. Or, at the very least, I really like the show. Last night I was watching Chapter Eleven: Fallout and got the idea for this fanfic after I experienced the horror with Claire about losing her best friend. I was so mad at her father for doing that to her, hence this fanfic. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Claire or Zach (unfortunately), or anything to do with Heroes.

Rating: PG

Genre: Suspense/Drama

Summary: Oneshot. Claire Bennett's thoughts after she finds out Lyle and Zach remember nothing about her powers in "Fallout."

Fallout

I stare at him, my breath quickening. How can this be happening? He was there! He was right there with me when we made the tapes. He saw me destroy them! How could he not remember something so important? I look at him, and he looks blankly back at me. He says something about me not talking to him since sixth grade. My mind whirls around and around, a roaring in my ear. I realize that the same people who wiped Lyle's mind must have gotten to Zach as well. Zach . . . my best friend. Only he's not my best friend any longer. What is happening to us? What is happening to me?

I run away as fast as I could, I hear him call out to me, his voice . . . the voice that has encouraged me and comforted me and teased me all this time. The voice that now does not know me, the real me. The me my dad does not want anyone to know about. Dad . . . perhaps he knows what is going on.

I run into the house, barely registering that it is empty. I practically fly to my room, shutting the door firmly, grabbing my phone. I quickly dial dad's number, my entire body shaking.

I tell him what's going on, my voice full of tears. He tells me to calm down and asks me where I am. That's when I notice that I had not seen Lyle or Mom. I ask Dad where they are but he does not answer me. The next thing I know, I'm being grabbed by a large Haitian man. I kick and struggle, trying to scream but he covers my mouth. I wonder if I'm going to end up like Zach and Lyle, without any memory. The Haitian speaks. He says he works for my father. I frown. My father?

He keeps a hold of me as he explains that Dad sent him here to make me forget. Like Zach, like Lyle, like Mom . . .

I cannot believe Dad would do something like that. But obviously he did. How could he do that to me? Zach and Lyle and him were the only ones who knew the real me. The only ones I felt like I could be myself with. Zach: so understanding, so helpful. That relationship, that friendship, gone . . . because of Dad? I almost started to struggle again.

But then he spoke again. "But it is very important, that you do."

He pauses and I feel my breath quicken, my heartbeat races. So he was not going to erase my memory? But what if Dad found out?

"Tell me Claire," the man asked in a low voice. "Can you keep a secret?"

Now I have a choice before me. I can either risk the chance that my dad will find out about that I still remember, or I can forget everything. Which should I chose? Is there really any choice at all?

A/N: Really short I know, but it is only a oneshot. :-P Please review and tell me what you think:-D