I just started watching Heroes so I'm sorry if I get some stuff messed up. I'm trying my hand at a Heroes fic. It's my first one so please be gentle.

Chapter 1

Claire coughed and groped out into the darkness. She knew he was here. He had been very close to her when the explosions had started, but she supposed he could have been blasted anywhere. She gasped as a stray piece of glass sliced into her arm. She knew the cut was already gone. With an exasperated sigh she carefully continued to feel in front of her. She had come to the end of her reach and had not managed to find him in the pitch black. She wasn't even really sure why she was concerning herself with finding him. It was his fault she was here in the first place. She looked around her. She had no idea where the exits were and she might need his help to get out. She was sure that was part of it.

She began to pull her hand back when it connected with another hand. She crawled forward and followed the hand up to his arm. She reached forward a little further and found his face. She couldn't tell whether or not he was awake. "Stop it," he grumbled quietly. Something heavy flew past her head and hit a pile of debris behind her. Groaning, Sylar sat up.

"Nice going," Claire spat. "Now we're both stuck in here."

"How is this my fault?" he growled.

"You didn't-?"

"Cause the explosion? No. Why would I do that while I was inside? I like me."

"It was your fault we were in here in the first place. If you hadn't lured me in here, we'd both still be out there. How can you like you? You're revolting."

"Maybe we can talk about this later. We're not trapped in here. We just don't know the way out yet."

"Did you discover some mole powers I don't know about?" Sylar ignited a flame in the palm of his hand and glared at her.

"I discovered a power cooler than mole power." A little of the color drained from her face. Claire shook her head and looked away from Sylar's face. Now that there was a little light she could see that Sylar was buried from the waist down in lumber and steel beams.

"Oh wow," she breathed. He looked down.

"That must have happened when I… Let's find a way out shall we?" Using his free hand he pushed the debris off of his legs. They were twisted at alarming angles. "Little help?" Sighing, Claire came around to help Sylar twist his legs until the bones were set right. After a moment he got to his feet still holding onto the light. Claire stood with him and they searched around for an exit.

"That looks like a door." Claire went over to the exit and began shifting the bricks and boards that stood between her and getting the hell away from Sylar.

"We're going to grow old in here. Not that I'm completely opposed to growing old with you, I'd just rather it wasn't in a dank warehouse. Move." Claire dove out of the way as a brick flew towards her face. "There." She looked up and saw that the exit was clear. She glared at him as she got to her feet.

"You didn't give a damn whether I moved or not."

"I got us out didn't I?" Claire whipped around and started for the door. She hoped the ceiling collapsed on top of him as he was leaving. Suddenly Sylar grabbed her around the waist and yanked her away from the door.

"Get off of me!" He put a hand over her mouth and ignored her as she bit him.

"Shut up or they'll hear you." She mumbled something. He pulled his hand away. "What?"

"They?" He let go of her and started back towards the interior of the warehouse.

"That's twice Claire. Only this time nothing fell on me." She considered going outside, leaving him there. Something in his voice made her reconsider. She followed him.

"Who's 'them'?"

"Agents."

"Of what?"

"A lot of different places." He extinguished the light and laid down on the floor putting his hands behind his head. "Some of them, I expect, are FBI out looking for me. The other ones… You know how the company likes to collect us up?"

"Or how you like to kill us?"

Sylar went on as if she hadn't spoken. "I assume Parkman's involvement with the FBI interested them. Not long ago a few government agencies made a hobby of collecting us so that they could study our powers. Experiment on us. Possibly create super soldiers with super powers. I imagine our particular power would interest them greatly." Claire was quiet as she contemplated what Sylar was telling her. Then something else he said came to the surface.

"Twice what?"

"Hmm?"

"You said 'that's twice'. Twice what?"

"I saved you twice. When the explosions started, I pushed you out of the way of that stuff that fell on me. Then, I saved you from being detected by the agents."

"Oh…" she looked down at her hands. "So what do we do now? Just sit here in the dark and wait them out."

"It shouldn't be too long. No one could have survived a blast like that."

"Except for us." He chuckled.

"Except for us. They don't need to know that. There's no reason for us to sit around in the dark either. These places usually have some kind of a generator."

"You really think a generator would still function." He shrugged.

"If we can find it, I can fix it." He got to his feet and reignited the flame. She followed him as he made his way along the wall. Suddenly he stooped down. "Here it is. This doesn't look so bad." He played with it a little then flipped a switch and, to Claire's surprise, the lights flickered to life. Claire took a step and her foot slid on something. She looked down and saw a bright orange piece of paper laying there. She stooped down and picked it up.

"It's a demolition schedule. Inside was a wonderful place for this."

"Good thing we're indestructible." A phone started ringing.

Claire recognized Peter's ring tone. "Crap." She made her way back over to where they had started and dug for her phone.

"Peter called…" Claire whipped around and saw Sylar holding her phone. She snatched it out of his hand and looked at the caller ID. Peter had just called and she had just missed it. She listened to the voice message he had left.

Hey, it's Peter. I'm not sure where you are. I expected to see you by now. Please give me a call back as soon as you get this.

He sounded worried. "I have to get back to them," Claire said quietly.

"We can't go anywhere until the agents go away." Claire sighed and dialed Peter's number. Sylar wandered back to the exit. Peter picked up on the second ring.

"Claire?" He sounded a little frantic.

"Peter, I'm okay. I'm trapped in a warehouse with S-…" Claire decided that telling them about Sylar would be a bad idea. "…several agents surrounding the building."

"Agents? Claire, where are you? We'll come to get you."

"No, Peter. You guys shouldn't come here right now. If they catch you…"

"We'll be right there. Just sit tight." Before she could protest further, Peter hung up.

"Peter, you idiot…" Sylar came back and shook his head.

"Still out there. I know Peter's an idiot, but what exactly is it this time?"

"They're coming to get me." A smile tugged at the corner of Sylar's mouth.

"That should be fun to watch."