Authors Note: I got this idea because Sylar seemed to have taken an interest in Claire from the finale, so I wanted to see what it would be like if "Nathan" got attracted to Claire.

Noah had taken Claire back to Costa Verde as soon as he possibly could. After suffering there for a week and applying to a new college each day, she decided to tell her day that she wanted to take a tour of NYU and visit Nathan, Angela and Peter. She bought a plane ticket for a good two-week stay.

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It wasn't until after the first week that she started to notice that Nathan had really changed, and not for the better. He spent the majority of his time locked up in his office, surrounded by clocks. He said he "enjoyed fixing them," because he "destroyed everything else."

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"Nathan?" Claire asked, poking her head through his office door. He swung his chair around, a watch open in his hands. "Peter and I are going out for lunch. Angela's going to meet us there. Do you want to come?"

He got up slowly from his chair, and set the watch down on his desk. As he walked up to her, he sniffed the air. "Claire," he said studying her, "What kind of perfume do you wear?"

She looked around awkwardly. "What?" she asked, befuddled.

Before she knew it, his face was an inch away from her neck, and he drew in a long sniff. "You smell... delicious."

"This is really uncomfortable. Are you feeling okay?" She asked, slapping her hand onto his forehead.

"Mmmm..." he said, closing his eyes, "Your hands are so soft." She slowly took her hand away, disgusted at what he just said. Just as she was about to turn away, he placed his hand on her head and smoothed her hair down.

"Nathan- stop. I'm going to go now.. okay?" She took one step forward, but he grabbed both of her wrists and pushed her up against his desk. He looked at her with the weirdest expression. She swore she saw lust in his eyes.

"Let go of me!" She yelled. His face was drawing in closer to her lips. She tried to push him off but his hold was too strong. The door opened, and Peter stepped in.

"Claire, can we go-" He didn't even finish his sentence before he pulled Nathan back with enough force, it threw him back against the wall. In seconds, Claire ran into Peter's arms and buried her head into the crook of his shoulder, crying hysterically. Peter was fuming, and all she could hear were the words "son of a bitch" constantly coming out of his mouth. He stroked her hair repeatedly and made "shh" noises into her ear. Slowly, he broke away from her grasp and turned to where Nathan was now standing up, straightening out his shirt. He grabbed him by the collar and shoved him back up against the wall.

"What the hell do you think you were doing?! She's your DAUGHTER!"

Nathan smirked at him, even under the tight hold. Utterly disgusted, Peter dropped him, grabbed Claire, and and fled from the room. Once they were outside, he placed his hands on her shoulders and said, "Tell me everything that happened. Now."

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After she told him, Peter walked over to the wall and slid down it, rubbing his temples. "No. No, no, no," he muttered. Claire sat down next to him and stared at her hands, her tears falling easily down onto her jeans. After a while, she leaned her head on his shoulder and grabbed his hand.

She let out a few pathetic attempts at a laugh, "We're always saving each other, Peter. When is it going to end?" A spark of light formed between there hands.

"Never," he said.