I know it's short but I don't intend this to be a one shot.

Please review as to whether you think it's good enough to continue.

I'd love to know suggestions or ideas on improvement =)

Sylar needed to pee. Really badly. He cursed himself for not hiding in a more sensible place, this was getting ridiculous. Shifting position every now and then helped a little but he couldn't wait until the cheerleader left the room, allowing him to escape unnoticed. She was sifting through countless magazines on her bed, turning each page with a bored flick of her wrist. The clock ticked slowly, mercilessly, she must know. She had to know he was there, she was torturing him, how else could she lie there reading such trash. He glimpsed the front page of the one she was reading, "Baby Shock – Five Possible Fathers"

A sharp rap on the door brought her head out of the article.

"Claire honey? How's the essay coming on?"

Bennett. Sylar had forgotten he was in the same house. If he'd known earlier he probably would have shoved those stupid glasses right up-

"Great! It's going fine," She tapped a few keys on her keyboard with an outstretched foot.

"Typing away like mad I hear," God, was he really buying that?

"Yep," She licked her thumb and opened up another magazine – "I Married My Own Brother"

Sylar rolled his eyes, Only in Texas

"Mind if I come in?"

No, get lost Bennett.

"Sure, one sec." Claire swiftly pushed all of her magazines under her pillow and produced a worn textbook. She dashed to her computer just as the doorknob turned.

"Hey, what's up?" She pushed her fringe out of her eyes in a typical cheerleader fashion, playing innocent for daddy.

"Nothing, just checking you're alright."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

"Just checking," Bennett smiled and pressed a loving kiss to her forehead.

He subtly scanned the bedroom before, satisfied, he walked back into the hallway.

"Bullshit," Claire muttered. Sylar leaned back a little; he'd never heard Claire swear like that. She disappeared after her father.

Thank god!

He shot through the room towards the closest toilet, he didn't need to search for long, the layout of the house was already mapped in his mind. Relieving himself had never been so good, Note – Don't drink three gallons of water before conducting a twelve hour stake-out.

"What the?"

Shit, Larry.