Author's Note: Hey guys :D This is my first attempt at writing a Heroes fic, hopefully it isn't too bad.

-Anneryn

I DO NOT OWN HEROES OR THE CHARACTERS.

Chapter One:

She looked around, trying to blink the exhaustion out of her eyes. I watched her as she stood up and tried to make sense of everything that had happened the night before. She had gone out with some of her friends, and partied a little too hard. Anyone else would have a bitch of a hangover. I guess not getting hangovers is a nice, little side effect of being able to heal faster than almost everyone else.

I've never understood what draws me to her…. No person has ever attracted me this much, before. She's different. She always has been different. I never knew that one cheerleader could mean so much… to the world… and to me.

I want her. I want her in the most obvious way possible. I keep thinking about what it would feel like to be buried deep inside of her, making her scream my name. But, more than that, she intrigues me. She's not like the others... She's different.

I'll be damned if I'm in love with a woman who would never love me back. All she has to do is trust me, the rest will fall into place. Claire Bennett is the one person that I can't have, the one person that I want, the one person that I will have.

I stood up and continued to peer outside of my window. I licked my lips and finished watching Claire get ready.

Claire's POV

I stood up and cracked my neck. I grimaced as I tried to shake the wariness from my body. I am definitely not used to partying that much. I won't lie; last night was killer, but not something I can pull off every night.

All I've ever wanted was to have 'normal' life. What is that anyway? What does that even mean? 'Normal?' I laughed at the thought. Whatever it means, I got to have that last night. Party it up with friends, that's the whole college experience. …Gotta love stereotypical naivety. Though, that stereotype in particular, I've got nothing to complain about.

I looked over at my sleeping roommate. I walked by her bed, and deliberately hit her arm with my butt. She stirred in her sleep and looked up at me. I smiled down at her, innocently.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty," I mused. Gretchen glared at me.

"Normal people don't wake up at the butt crack of dawn, much less happy about it." She grumbled. I laughed.

"And when have I ever been normal?" I asked her. She cracked a tired smile.

"Good point," she agreed. I scoffed, in mock-insult. She laughed.

"I'm gonna go shower. Try not to miss me too much." I teased. She looked up at me, clearly amused.

"How will I go on without you?" She asked in an overly dramatic voice.

"Cry." I answered, seriously. She giggled.

"I think I'll be fine." She told me.

"Good." I told her, heading out the door. I wonder what Peter's up to, nowadays. I haven't seen him in awhile…. I really haven't seen much of anyone, lately. I guess I've just been busy.

I reached the bathroom and found an empty shower. I set my things down and stripped out of my sleep clothes. I keep getting this nagging feeling that someone is watching me. Sometimes, it fades, but it always seems to come back. I've always tried to trust my instincts, but who would be watching me?

Author's Note: Here's the first chapter. It will pick up, I promise. There will be Claire/Sylar goodness to come. Reviews would definitely be appreciated! :D

Xo Xo,
Anneryn