Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this fic apart from Sam :D Ooo, I feel special now that I own someone :P
A/N: Geeze, I haven't updated or written a story in ages! Well, I've decided to start a fresh new one seeming as Heroes Season 3 so far is AMAZING! So yeah, I've tried to be more descriptive in my new writing so please let me know what you think about it. Reviews are love 3 :D

Love Comprehension

Chapter One

Peter Petrelli watched as his niece's eyes narrowed. Claire Bennet watched Peter's every move as she held a gun in her uncle's direction. It didn't look as though she was ever going to back down. She was too stubborn…always had been.

"Don't ever tell me everything is going to be alright. Don't ever, lie to me again." She said sharply, moving closer and closer towards Peter. "You're supposed to be Peter Petrelli…the hero. But you're not are you. You're a fake."

"No Claire, don't do this. Please. You told me you'd never react like this. You told me that you'd take advantage of your power and be proud of it. Please don't do this to either of us." He begged sorrowfully, backing away slowly with his hands forming a shield in front of his sweat covered face. She'd broken down his barrier. For once it was Peter that needed protecting, and not Claire.

"You don't understand.""I do Claire. Really I do, just put the gun down." Although Peter knew he had Claire's power of regeneration, he knew, that unlike her, he wasn't completely indestructible.

After learning how special his niece really was, he'd gained respect for her in a way that he'd never imagined. He'd felt inspired by the way she'd let the thought of being alive forever pass by her ever so calmly. But now, two months later…she was demonic. Her eyes, bright and blue had slowly turned a fiery red colour, fierce and furious. Her long, luscious blonde hair had been dyed several times, black streaks laid beside her flustered pink cheeks. She was different.

Claire shook her head unwillingly and pointed the gun now towards her own head.

"See, if I was normal, this little biddy bullet would go straight through my skull and blow my little biddy brains out. But no…" She sneered as her hand shook slightly as it fiddled tautly with the trigger. "It's never that simple." She laughed quietly to herself as Peter watched in horror. "Your face is priceless Peter. But hang on…you're most likely faking your so called 'shock' or 'fear' aren't you? You're just like your brother, my father. A complete and utter fake. A liar. A failure. That's what you are."

Peter's scrunched his face up, moving closer to his niece.

"You're not my Claire any more. You've changed." He could feel his hands trembling as he looked Claire dead in the eyes. He scrutinized her carefully as she examined the expression that was spread across his hurt face.

"I was never your Claire Peter. I was never anything to you."

Tears trickled like waterfalls down Claire's pale face as she fiddled again with the trigger of the gun "I will never be anything to you."

"No Claire!" He jumped protectively forward but it was too late…She'd shot her self right between the eyes. Blood covered her placid, expressionless face.

"It's a-all a b-bit sick isn't it P-P-Peter. It's all a b-bit twisted and m-morbid." She stuttered stirringly, her eyes, now a pale, light blue flickered softly as she laid almost motionless on the floor, surrounded by a large pool of deep red blood.

"Claire?" Peter brushed his fingers softly over the unhealed wound. "Claire! No Claire!" He screamed, digging his nails deeply into his arm and smearing the blood drawn all over Claire's head wound. "No. No Claire…Claire!"

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"Peter! Wake up it's 7am! I have to be dropped off at school, remember? It's the first day and I don't want to be late like last year." A young voice echoed peacefully through Peter's head, awaking him from his deep sleep.

"Claire? Claire, you're alright." His eye's widened when he caught a glimpse of his young, teenage niece as she leant over his bed.

"Er, yeah. I'm indestructible, remember?" She giggled playfully as she tugged at his bed covers. "Come on Pete, I need a lift to school. Sam said he'd have given me a lift into school but he's having to drop off his little brother at his father's house so he's going to be running late."

"Okay, okay. I'll be dressed and ready in 10 minutes maximum, be waiting ready downstairs, alright?"

"Thank you Pete!" She smiled sweetly, wrapping her arms around her uncle as she plonked herself on his bed.

He laughed quietly and brushed the hair away from her face. He couldn't help but feel his recent nightmare tugging away at his mind. Was it a sign?

"Your hair looks so lovely blonde. You're not ever going to dye it are you?" He asked curiously.

Giving Peter a rather puzzled look, she replied "Well it's never crossed my mind really, so I guess, not."

"Good." He smiled, pushing her gently away from him as he jumped out of bed energetically in a white vest and a pair of blue plaid boxers.

Turning a bright red colour in embarrassment Claire quickly ran to the door, muttering "I guess I'm gonna go now" in the process.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Short I know but I didn't want to give away too much of the story already. If I get enough reviews then I'll post some more of this very soon.