Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any characters. I just have a certain kind of love for them.

A/N: This is my first fan fic. Reviews are appreciated. Flames are accepted and welcomed. I just hope you like it.

She had made it. She was here. With them. People she didn't know. But it didn't matter because they had saved her. How had they known? She only got bits and pieces from Peter and Isaac. Hiro was still learning English and she tried to help teach him little things whenever she could. It was one of the ways she could think of to pay them back. Little by little, she promised herself she would.

Claire lay on the bed that was a little too lumpy for her liking and read "The Perks of Being a Wallflower". It was a perfectly normal book that she had been referred to by Zach. Was she even normal anymore? Had she ever been normal? A pain stung her as she read over his favourite part. He had been the only one who had really known her. He had known everything about her. Every secret, every fear. How had she repaid him? Well, the truth was she hadn't. But just like her new found protectors she intended to.

A light knock on the door grabbed her attention. She rolled over to face the door.

"Come in." She said to the door.

Slowly, a figure entered. It was Peter.

"I, uh, just needed a shirt from in here. Sorry."

"Oh, no problem."

Honestly, Claire felt pretty awkward using his room and sleeping in his bed but Peter had insisted. She was grateful though because the small futon in his tiny apartment living room seemed even more uncomfortable than the lumpy bed she was now getting used to.

"What are you reading?" Peter asked, cutting into her thoughts.

"'The Perks of Being a Wallflower'. Zach recommended it to me. He really liked it so I borrowed it from him. I never got a chance to return it." Claire's words ended on a sad note.

"Well, I'm sure you'll be able to give it back soon. We just gotta lay low for a while." He tried reassuring her with a slight smile.

"Yeah." Claire replied quietly.

Peter looked around the room, his room, and noticed little changes everywhere. A small perfume bottle next to Claire's deodorant. A couple of hair scrunchies on the night stand. A picture, unframed, stuck in the edge of mirror of Claire and her mom. Little things. It was the little things he noticed most. And he had been noticing a lot of Claire lately.

"Maybe we could go shopping today?" He mused aloud.

Claire had gone back to reading and was slightly startled by the break in the silence.

"Sure." She said.

"You know, to get Zach a new copy of that book or for you to get one of your own?"

"Yeah. That sounds good." Claire gave a little smile.

It was the little things he noticed the most about people. And he knew what else he would get while they were out. He smiled back at her.

"Just tell me when you're ready." He told her and left the room.

Claire lay there for a moment. Not really reading, but not really thinking about anything else either. With a sigh she closed her book and got up off the bed. She looked around to make sure there wasn't anything embarrassing about. With her satisfaction that everything was to her liking she opened the door and stepped out to go get her own copy of what she'd always think of as 'Zach's book'.