A.N: Right, hello guys and gals! I know I'm not the best with my stories, but I really really want to try with this one. This is slightly AU, in such that Nathan is still alive and Peter has all his powers like in the first season, apart from that Claire still jumped from the Ferris Wheel, and Sylar is still good. Read and review with any comments. I warn you though, this will be an INCEST story eventually (I'm not the type of gal to have the main character say 'I love you' in the second chapter) and with have a lot of sublt and major flirting between an unlce and niece, with possible mature-ness later on. I've warned you, so if its not your thing toodles, if it is GREAT!, and if you want to try it, go ahead!

Thanks :) Loulou xx

The dark night outside was plastered with specks of falling snow, the late December weather was flustering around the tall buildings, the moving cars and people of New York City. A town house, or mansion depending of your perspective, was filled with rushed voices, looking for coats, shoes and purses. Upstairs, though, was a room where all was quiet, yet someone was up and moving, just not making any sound.

Slender fingers fastened the small golden buckle on a pair of golden strappy high heels. The criss-crossed straps wrapped around a tanned foot, nails perfectly painted, which was joined to a long tanned leg that disappeared under a flowing orange material, however, as this material disappeared, over it lay a dark pink colour, of the same fabric, the layers falling like waves on the shore. The hands retracted, and now reached for a pair of hot pink earrings, which dangled from a string of diamonds, and gently placed them in each ear, a necklace to match, and a diamond tennis bracelet were added to complete the ensemble.

Now everything was in place, hair pinned and curled, dress fitted perfectly, tan immaculate, the blonde haired girl grabbed her purse and headed for her bedroom door. The girl stepped along the tiled floor to the top of the spiralled staircase.

"Come on Claire, we'll be late!" Called a male voice, obviously frustrated.

Claire breathed in deeply, preparing herself for her family's reaction. After exhaling, Claire started the long decent to the floor bellow. Her dark pink dress flowed behind her, the orange under skirt visible. The sound of her shoes heels making contact with the staircase was the only noise at that moment. The mouths of Claire's family shut tightly at the sight of the 17 year old. As she reached the bottom of the spiral, Claire looked up at her father.

"Is this okay?" She asked innocently. A smile appeared on her father's face.

"You look beautiful" He said as he held open the front door of the town house.

She made her way out into the New York air and walked towards the car that was awaiting them. She thanked the driver, who was keeping the door open for them to climb in, and settled into a seat, ready for the short journey to the gala they were going to. Once the rest of her family, her father, stepmother, two stepbrothers and grandmother, were all in the car and comfortable the driver closed the door and went to the seat behind the wheel. He started the engine and drove down the road.

The journey had taken a tad longer than hoped, the New Years traffic was building up, and the light snowfall made roads trickier to manoeuvre, but they still arrived in time, with a few minutes to spare. The family climbed out, and headed up the large steps into the grand building before them. Claire took a moment to look over her shoulder; a group of people were lined up against the black railings at the end of the driveway. Many with large cameras flashing in her eyes, a couple had signs, her eyes moved to one and her heart sank. "Get out of our country freaks!" Many people treated them like that now, and it was all her fault. If she hadn't jumped off of that Ferris wheel none of this would have been happening.

"Claire, are you coming?" Her father asked her, his hand outstretched in her direction. Claire smiled, and took his hand, walking into the brightly lit room filled with glamorous people wearing suits and gowns of all shapes, sizes and colours. Claire smoothed down her dress in an attempt to make herself seem more appropriate. Her grandmother looked at her, a small smile on her thin lips.

"Stop worrying. You look fine" It was unlike her grandmother to be in such a good mood. But she didn't argue. No one argues with Angela Petrelli! Claire thought to herself with a small smirk on her face.

"She's right you know. You do look lovely." A voice behind her spoke.

Claire turned in the direction of the speech, and was shocked to see her uncle standing in front of her, dressed smartly for the first time that she could remember, his dark hair falling across his face, slightly covering the dark eyes that were fixed on her. Beside him stood another man, also with dark hair.

"Sylar, Peter, what are you two doing here?" Claire asked with her left eyebrow raised.

"Well as a Petrelli, I was invited, with a plus one, and as I'm single, I brought him. He was bored, and his constant moaning didn't stop until I said he could come" Peter replied, grumbling the last sentence. A small smile grew on Sylar's face. "How have you been? Nathan has kept you locked up for a while." Peter asked sympathetically.

"As fine as I can be. Things weren't great at first. Dad, Noah, was adamant about me staying with Nathan, but after what I did, I think Nathan wanted to keep an eye on me. And I could see what I had done had affected Noah pretty badly. So I agreed to stay with them. They are my family after all." Claire explained to the two men in front of her, more directly at Peter. Her eyes shifted, her head faced to the floor. "You could've visited. Nathan would've let you." She added quietly, almost like she didn't think he would care. She didn't wait for his response. Peter watched as Claire walked away from him to join the rest of their family at the round table where they now sat. He felt a hand on his shoulder, and looked at Sylar, who moved his head in a way that said Come on.

Peter reluctantly followed the once twisted mind, and sat down in his allocated seat, right next to Claire, who turned to her left slightly, so she was able to talk to Simon and Monty instead of her uncle. Peter sighed. He looked at her, his mind open as he sent a thought into her mind. I'm really sorry Claire, I should've tried. Please don't do this…

Well, thats the first bit! Hoped you enjoyed it, I hope it gets better, but I want to see the overall reaction first ^_^ please review with comments and notes you want to say. 3