AUTHOR'S NOTE: Claire IS Peter's niece and Nathan is not president. The bomb hasn't happened yet and Sylar has not been caught. All the Heroes live in New York and know about each other, including Mohinder.

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Heroes.

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Claire woke up and reached to the other side of her bed, desperately searching to feel his body sleeping peacefully next to him. No such luck. She started to sob and wrapped her arms around her and thought of him and what had happened to him.

Sylar.

That word meant death to her. He killed everyone. Anyone. Her mother, her brother, her adopted father and Zach. The boy that stood by her and cautioned her and kept Claire's secret with his life. Zach refused to tell Sylar where Claire was and because of that he was murdered.

Her boyfriend, her love was gone. All the other Heroes had comforted her, said nothing but good things of Zach and how they would grieve him dearly. She brushed them off. They were just saying those things, she would think.

Claire felt a creepy crawling thing on her throat. This puzzled her, not used to this sensation but started to gag and she ran to her bathroom and she threw up.

After, she wiped her mouth and felt her stomach. She felt fine, if not a little weak and decided to get dressed.

"I shouldn't tell the others. I don't want to worry them." Claire told herself and she was right. The bomb and keeping everyone safe was their main priority and she didn't want to bother them with her throwing up.

She combed her long, blond hair and put it up in a messy bun and put on a clean blouse and loose jeans. No make-up, she decided. They have all seen her at her worst; surely they wouldn't care if she didn't put on make-up.

Claire got in the little jeep that Nathan had bought her for her seventeenth birthday and drove to Peter's small apartment. She had always loved the neighborhood that Peter lived in. It was full of exuberant noises and people of every background. Much different than her small town she had spent most of her life in. Claire had to admit that she liked this much better. She noticed Hiro's Subaru parked near the apartment and so was Matt's van.

Claire found a parking place after several minutes of looking and went inside Peter's place.

Apparently, she was late. Everyone was already there and talking about the bomb. Not even noticing her coming in.

"But if we avoid Ted, then Peter won't go BOOM!" Hiro suggested, his English only slightly better than when she had first met him.

Peter shook his head. "No. I can't avoid him forever. My dreams have always come true. I'll meet him eventually. And when I do, I have to find a way to stop myself from blowing up."

Matt was the fist to notice Claire standing near the door. "Hey Claire." He greeted. "Come in. We're just discussing the bomb. Again." Matt sighed.

"Thanks." She took a seat around the table and they continued their debate.

Hiro started again. "Maybe your brother Nathan can fly you away before you explode." Hiro then thought about it and hunched over in sadness. "But then Nathan dies. There is no solution. I promised New York I would save them, but I can't."

Claire hugged him a little and gave him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry Hiro, We'll save everyone in New York."

Everyone nodded.

"Yeah, Hiro," Peter said. "We'll save New York. Nothing will go wrong."

Claire nodded and then started to feel dizzy, like the room was spinning uncontrollably.

"I'm going to go get some fresh air." Claire said and headed towards the door that lead to the balcony but fainted before she could reach it.

All Claire heard was Peter shouting, "Claire!"

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