A/N: Ijust wrote this for fun. I Might have gotten some of the original story wrong, but I hope that you can forgive me. Review please!

Once upon a time there was a girl named Goldilocks.

Claire Bennet suddenly found herself standing in the woods, extremely confused. How had she gotten here? And why was she wearing a petticoat?

One day, she came across a cottage that was home to a family of bears.

Claire looked around and saw the small cottage. Through the window she could see three figures sitting around a table.

Papa Bear,

"Hi," Nathan in a bear suit said in a deep voice.

Mama Bear,

"Hi," Angela in a bear dress said in a high pitched voice.

and Baby Bear.

"Hi," Peter in bear footie pajamas said in a squeaky little voice. Then in his regular voice he said, "Ugh, why do I have to talk like this?" Angela shushed him.

They were just sitting down to their porridge.

"What's this?" Peter asked, pointing to the bowl in front of him.

"It's brunch," Angela replied. "We always have brunch."

"Since when?" Peter asked.

"Eat your porridge, Baby Bear," Nathan said gruffly. Peter groaned.

"Why am I Baby Bear?"

"Hey, don't complain!" Sylar yelled, popping his head through the window, "At least you don't have to be Killer Bear."

"Go away, Killer Bear," Peter mumbled, and Sylar stalked off. Peter took a bite of his porridge. "I can't eat this!" he whined, "There're no berries!"

"You're right," Angela agreed. "We do need berries."

"Okay," Nathan said, still using his bear voice, "We'll go get berries." He chuckled. "Or should I say…bearies?" Peter and Angela groaned. Then they all got up and ran out on all fours through the woods.

While the Three Bears were gone, Goldilocks entered the cottage.

Claire somersaulted through the window.

She saw the three bowls of porridge.

Claire took a bite from the biggest bowl. It was way too hot! Not that it actually bothered Claire, as she couldn't feel pain, but she still didn't like it. So she took a bite from the medium bowl. It was cold! Claire didn't know how Angela could eat that! How disgusting! So she took a bit from the smallest bowl. It was the perfect temperature, so Claire gobbled it all up.

After eating the porridge, Goldilocks began to fell tired.

Claire yawned, actually feeling pretty sleepy. She went upstairs, where she found three beds. She laid down in the biggest bed. It was too hard and uncomfortable. So she laid down in the medium bed. It was too soft and still uncomfortable. So she laid down in the smallest bed. It was juuuuuust right. Claire promptly fell asleep in her hot uncle's bed.

Soon after, the Three Bears came home with their berries.

"Hey!" Nathan growled, peering into his bowl, "Someone took a bite of my porridge!"

"Me too," Angela said, nodding.

"Someone took a bite of my porridge," Peter squeaked, "And they ate the whole bowl!" Peter began to cry and Nathan gave him a hug.

"Don't worry, little one," he said, "We'll find the culprit who did this."

They went upstairs to take a nice bear nap, but Nathan was not pleased with the state of his bed.

"Hey!" he bear-snarled, "Someone's been sleeping in my bed!"

"Someone's been sleeping in my bed too!" said Angela.

"Someone's been sleeping in my bed…and she's still there!" Peter said in horror. Nathan and Angela ran over to see the blonde girl fast asleep in Peter's bed.

The Three Bears growled.

Claire woke up screaming. HRG rushed into her room, brandishing a gun.

"What's going on?!' he yelled. Claire hugged him tightly.

"I had a bad dream," she whimpered. HRG stroked her hair.

"Its okay, Claire-bear," he said. Claire hit him hard on the arm.

"Hey!" he said, "What was that for!"

"Don't ever call me Claire-bear again!"