Who was this girl? What about her made her so irresistible? Why was it her he had to save, this cheerleader? The niece he never knew he had? Why these impossible feelings….why?

He remembered sitting in his cell, then having her come to see him. Her father thanked him profusely for saving her life. But at the time he wasn't hearing it nor was he really aware of anything but her. All he could see was Claire.

She was unharmed from the events on homecoming night. She could regenerate he found from any physical injury, even ones that the normal person would die from.

Something about her touched him. Even if she could heal from any physical abuse, he knew that he could never stand to have her hurt again, by anyone or anyway. He would always be there to protect her if she needed him, be her hero. He would give his life for her; that he knew and had discovered on homecoming and he'd do it again.

At the time he wondered if it strange to be thinking this? About a girl he didn't know yet felt so connected with? To risk so much? Now he knew…

He'd never forget the way she looked at him when she said the words to him. Her voice was filled with admiration and gratitude towards him. Golden hair fell out of her pony tail, trailing along her sun kissed skin. A smile spread across her face as she looked at him with those enchanting emerald eyes.

"You're totally my hero."


Who was this man? He showed up one night at her high school on homecoming. Why? She was told later because 'save the cheerleader save the world'. Was that just it? Stopping Sylar from getting her ability? Or was there more to it.?

When she had first bumped into him in the hall way she noted his deep brown eyes, those cute bangs that flopped in his eyes and that silly, yet endearing trench coat. He was charming and friendly. He had been there for her. He had saved her, risked his life for a girl he didn't even know. He was her knight. He was totally her hero. He would always be special to her.

Something about that night was so memorable, so clear, something in the air; something that had nothing to do with the whole running for your life from a serial killer thing. She wasn't going to forget that any time soon.

But there, for a moment, she felt it, but didn't have a name for it. Now she knew. It was destiny. If only he saw it too.

She remembered how he smiled and tried to reassure her. "There is life after high school" he had said.

And he was right, there was. But for her it had only been filled with bittersweet, heart wrenching life.