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A/N: Written for heroes15 at Livejournal using the prompt fire. Leave me a review if you like what you read so I can give you more.
She'd never had any great aversion to fire, but now she understood why she'd always been a little wary of it. In a sense, her biological mother was fire and not just the spark to start it. Fire was warm and inviting at first. Try and get too close to it, though, and you'd be burned. Her mother was fickle; she'd go whichever way had the most promise for her, flipping back and forth until it appeared that she was taking both paths as well as the land lying between. Claire wondered if everyone took on the characteristics of their power. Shuddering at the idea, she resumed watching a family she'd never known from her position on the stairs.