A/N: First Heroes Fanfic ever. Hope you like it. I'm on the fence about making it a multi-chapter.

Paring: Peter/ Claire Family.

Spoilers: Seasons One , Two, And Three. EVENTS ARE OUT OF ORDER.

Summary: What if Peter restored his memories without any help from Adam? Claire is in trouble, and she is counting on her hero to save her.

Restoring Memories.

Caitlin and Peter run into her apartment and bust the door open. He is hiding from some psycho chick who was asking around Cork looking for him.

"So, this is where you live?" asks Peter. Caitlin looks around the room, slightly embarrassed at all the mess she has left strewn across her apartment. All of her painting stuff sitting in the corner of the small place.

"Yes, this is home." Caitlin says. Peter turns to see all of her artwork. "You paint?" he asks. "Just in my spare time," she says. He notices there is a blank canvas in the corner by the window. All of the sudden a picture starts to twist into view.

Peter's suddenly over come by this overwhelming urge to paint the picture he sees and not stop until he is finished. He walks over to the canvas, his eyes go blank, and suddenly he can't stop.

"Peter?! Peter!" Caitlin screams.

Costa Verde, California

"Claire, I want you to stay out of trouble," Noah Bennet says to his daughter that night.

"Well, that doesn't seem to work so well as long as your with The Company, now does it?" She glares up at her father. "Claire, I know that your upset that I lied to you, but you don't understand I.."

She interrupts him by saying "I do understand! You abduct people! You experiment on them! Who's next dad? Me? Nathan? Meredith?" She silently adds Peter on that list, knowing he would be on it, if he were alive.

"No! look, I have to go, Claire, just promise me that you will stay out of trouble. It's for your own good. We will talk more about this later."

The door slams shut as Noah walks out. Claire picks up the glass that is sitting next to her and throws it at the door. It smashes on the wall next to her. Claire collapses on to the floor crying silently.

She thinks, "Nothing is normal anymore. My dad is lying, I have figured out new things I can do and I can't even explain it! I wish Peter were here. He is the only person who I can truly talk to and get the facts. A person who understands."

Claire thinks about her other family for a moment. Nathan, who has the ability to fly. Her father. Cold exterior but will protect the people he loves and cares about.

Angela, her grandmother, who isn't the most loving person, but who has been watching over her for a while.

Also, the most important one. Peter. Her uncle. Her hero. He saved her from Odessa all of those months ago, then later saved the world. Though, he blames himself for almost destroying it in the first place. The one who understands her best. The one who is dead after protecting us all.

She missed him deeply.

Outside of the Bennet's home. A figure lurked in the trees, waiting for the best moment.

Back in Cork, Ireland.

Peter is almost finished with his painting, and Caitlin is pacing around the apartment. After a few more minutes Peter snaps out of it, and Caitlin rushes over.

"What the hell happened Peter?" Caitlin questions. Peter stares at the painting, "I have no idea."

They both step back to observe the painting. It's a decent sized house with a blonde teenager opening the door. Her eyes are wide with fear, and a shadow is cast along the front porch. The grass is green, and it looks to be almost night time.

Peter stares at it for a long time, wondering if he even knows this girl. He scrunches up his face and closes his eyes, deep in thought. "Do you know that girl? Who is that Peter?"

"I don't know!" He snaps at her. "I can't remember anything! Do you know what that's like?!"

She slowly backs away from him. "I'm sorry." He just closes his eyes again. Willing himself to remember. Anything. Everything. Suddenly it all hits him in one fell swoop.

The painting at Isaac's loft. Future Hiro. "Save the cheerleader, save the world."

Odessa. Homecoming. Running after Claire to keep her safe. Throwing Sylar off the roof. Falling. Healing. Getting arrested. Claire. "You are totally my hero."

Dreaming. The exploding man. Me. Nathan's illegitimate daughter. Claire. My niece. Giving her the gun. "If I am about to lose control, you are the only one who can get close enough to shoot me."

"Make sure you keep her safe Peter." He looks over at her, "I will."

He opens his eyes and gasps for air. Caitlin comes back over to him and shakes him.

"What Peter? What is it?"

He only says one word. "Claire."

Back in Costa Verde, California.

Claire is finally alone in her house. Lyle is out with some new friends he made, and her mom went shopping. Its late afternoon and she is bored at her house. She soon realized that this was the perfect time to go hang out with West.

She goes upstairs to get her phone. She texts him saying "Hey wnt 2 come ovr? Dad isnt here." She sets the phone down on the bed, and goes downstairs to make something to eat. As she eats she watches some T.V and waits for West. She hears the doorbell ring and smiles to herself.

If only she read what West replied to her. "Cnt, have to wtch my bro."

As she opens the door, her smile quickly fades. Sylar.

Back in Cork, Ireland.

Peter glances back at the painting. Without a word, he closes his eyes and teleports. He only had one thought on his mind. "Claire. You better be alive when I get there."