You Are My Everything

A Heroes Story

Summary: The truth is out there and answers are needed. When the Bennett family is killed, its up to Claire and the rest of the Heroes to find out why and maybe even a villain. AU, pairings, and spoilers from the latest, greatest season. If you haven't watched it, then what are you doing here? Get on the website!

Warning: This is my version of advents, I own nothing, but if I did, then things would be a lot more weird. I love Heroes! But, if I make mistakes, I don't care. All alterations are necessary to the plot. So, no flames.

Author's Note: Please review. I'm very self conscious.

Chapter 1: The Journey Begins

Peter Petrelli and Hiro Nakamura

Tokyo, Japan

Peter walked toward Hiro, sitting at his father's desk, surrounded by treasures that the old man had collected over the years. "Peter?" Hiro asked, confused, alarmed. Why would Peter Petrelli come to him in Japan of all places? At this time? Peter knew what he was after and Hiro was the only one that could show him. "Peter, what are you doing here?" Hiro questioned, standing up to try and meet the taller man's eyes behind his glasses. To think that this was the owner of a fortune 500 company, this man with childlike wonder in his eyes every time he sees another hero. Peter didn't feel like a hero.

As he reached the desk, he put his hands (balled up in to fists), on the desk and leaned over to meet the Japanese Time Shifter in the eyes. "I need you to take me to the future, Hiro. I need to know something, now."

"What do you need, Peter?" Hiro asked curiously, not wanting to abuse his powers.

"I need to know why you had me save Claire." Hiro looked confused, so Peter elaborated, "Future you came back 2 years ago and said 'Save the Cheerleader, Save the World'. You made me save Claire, and I need to know why it had to be me. Take me to the future, Hiro." Hiro took hold of Peter's arm and blinked as a blond head entered the office…

3 Months Earlier

Claire Bennett and Peter Petrelli

New York

Claire Bennett was 18. Finally 18. She was at the point in her life where she'd be an adult. A grown up. But Claire had grown up 3 years ago. The day she found out that she wasn't alone. The day that she met Peter Petrelli, the day she learned about the prophecy given to Peter by Hiro Nakamura, the day her life changed forever. She belonged. She was suddenly important, more important than a head cheerleader at a small town high school. Then she found out about her family. That the man that was so important in her life wasn't just her friend and the man that she used to trust wasn't as trustworthy as she thought. Peter let her know a kind of peace and let her know that her place in his life was just as important. Then she met her real father. Nathan Petrelli, who thought that he'd lost her, and was just so happy to have his daughter back. She belonged.

Claire wore black, her adoptive mother and brother's funeral only 3 days behind her. She stepped through the automatic doors of the train and stepped onto the platform. She didn't know who her father had sent to pick her up. But no one was looking for her here. She walked to the escalator that would bring her to the grand entrance of Grand Central Station. There were crowds of people, and no one took notice of her. She had a suitcase in one hand, her old cheer bag slung over one shoulder, and the teddy bear that Peter had bought her at Christmas in her arms, clutched to her. She didn't feel 18, she felt 12. Alone, afraid, no sign of Noah, her other father, and no one there to take her to her new home. She didn't real need someone to pick her up; she knew where the Petrelli's lived. And if she didn't, she knew where Mohinder Suresh had opened operations in New York. Peter had taken her there once. For safety, to hid from Sylar. Mohinder knew where the Petrelli Manor was. Or, well, theoretically he did. Claire looked toward the entrance, deciding that Nathan must have forgotten her and she would get a cab. The crowds began to clear and she could see a tall dark head staring at her. His blue eyes were sad, but happy to see her. He wore a small smirk; his face was rough from unkempt. His hair was longer than it had been, framing his eyes. He wore a blue collared shirt, blue jeans, and his tan jacket with the collar turned up. His hands were casually in his pockets as he waited for her to reach him. Claire was surprised that her feet had begun to carry her to him, escaping her notice. He knew what she thought, and the thought amused him, that much was clear. The look on his face read clearly, that even if Nathan did forget her, he would never be able to.

She reached him and set the suitcase down without a word. Carefully, she set down her cheer bag and the bear on the other side of her. Then she was in his arms. He held her, close. It was just a hug, but it was a comfort, a kind of peace that neither felt without the other. They were close. Closer than they ever would've imagined. It was a connection that kept them sane. Claire let tears, which had been threatening to fall since her mom and brother died, fall. If it had been anyone else (except maybe Nathan), she wouldn't have just cried. But Peter understood her. He was there for her. He pulled back enough to see the tears and let his sadness, not pity, but sadness show for her. He brought up his hand to wipe them away, as he had before, and smiled at her sadly. He picked up the suitcase when Claire distanced herself a little from him, wiping away the rest of her tears. She picked up the bear and bag and Peter took her hand, leading her to the outside world. In front of Grand Central was her father's limousine. The driver opened the door, taking the bags, but Claire kept the bear. Peter let her get in first, surprising her with her father's presence. Nathan Petrelli smiled sadly at his daughter and raised his arm to let her fit in next to him. She cuddled against her father, knowing a similar comfort that Noah Bennett gave her. Only this was more real, how she didn't know, but father and daughter were connected more than ever. No one spoke, now wasn't the time for words. The only thing that was said was, "Home." An order given by Nathan to the driver, as the driver pulled out into traffic.

Life adjusted for Claire. Angela Bennett, who didn't like the girl, showed her human side as she took the role of Grandma and decided to give Claire some comfort. She let the girl talk to her and she helped as best she could. Though Claire knew the role was hard for her to play. She appreciated the help. Peter was just down the hall from her. And soon, she was ready to get back.

She took the first steps by getting up and getting dressed. She went through her closet, which was the same size as her old bedroom, and picked out a pair of black pants with a crease down the front and back sides of the legs, a white collared tunic shirt, and a short, emerald green jacket. Resting loose on her hips was a silver metal loop belt that was merely a fashionable item, not functioning for anything than something to hide the solidity of the shirt. She put on a pair of leather boots that reached her knees and added two inches to her height, keeping her from looking too short compared to her father, Peter, and Angela. She let her blond hair fall loose down her back, and put in a black thick fabric head band. Her hair curled slightly and gave it a nice effect. She did her make up lightly, adding just tans and browns in the eyeshadow and liner, black mascara, and light pink lip-gloss. This was all she need-she stopped the thought, seeing the heart necklace that her mother had given her. She put it on and added the loop earrings that had come with the necklace. Now, now she had all she needed to make her first appearance in days. She took in a breath and opened her bedroom door. She took her first step out the door and let the breath out. That wasn't so hard. The next step was easier and soon she was down the hall and walking down the staircase to the foyer and crossing into the lounge.

Angela sat rigidly in a maroon designer chair, across from her was Nathan reading the paper in a comfortable looking leather lounge chair, and standing by the large bay window overlooking Manhattan, was Peter, one hand on his hip, a finger locked in a belt loop, his body supported by his other arm, bent against the sill hand on his head. He was concentrating on something, worry on his face, and easily read if you knew him. He had that look often, usually about her, according to Nathan. She was a main concern in this house, by all accept Angela. She took in Peter, he was wearing dark wash jeans and a grey long sleeved shirt, over that was a blue tee shirt and he looked considerably more casual than Angela or Nathan. Angela wore a red jacket/skirt suit, accented with a broach with the same color jewels in the shape of a rose on the lapel, black stockings and red heels, her hair up above her neck as typical her style. Nathan wore one of his Brookes Brothers suits, one ankle resting casually on his knee, revealing trouser socks and loafers. They all seemed oblivious to her entrance, until Peter turned to look up at her room for the hundredth time so far, though she didn't know that, and saw her. His worry melted from his eyes and he smiled. "Morning." He stated simply. The words prompted Nathan to look up from his paper and look at his brother's smiling face and follow his eyes to his daughter. He too brightened up considerably. Angela went on with her tea, not caring that her granddaughter entered the room. Peter took a step forward, and then stopped. Nathan stood and gave his daughter a hug.

"How are you?" Nathan asked, taking up his fatherly role. Peter once told Claire how astonishing it was that Nathan slipped into the role so naturally and told her that Nathan put nothing ahead of her now that he knew that she was alive and well. He loved her with his entire soul. Claire knew that he did, because she loved her father too.

"I'm better. Sorry that I've been…" She let the sentence trail off. They all knew what it was like to loose a loved one.

"As long as you're ok, it's fine." They hugged again. But their father daughter moment was cut short as Angela looked at her watch.

"You have a press conference, Nathan. We'll be late if we don't leave now." Angela announced. Nathan rolled his eyes in frustration and gave his daughter a kiss on the top of her head.

"I'll be gone for a few hours, but when I get back, I'm taking you out to celebrate your birthday, ok?" Claire nodded and Nathan allowed himself to be ushered out the door. When the door closed, Claire turned back to Peter. She smiled at him and went to sit down on the fainting couch. Peter followed her, but remained standing.

"Are you hungry?" He asked. Claire shook her head. "If you need anything, just tell me, ok?" Claire nodded. "Come on, let's get out."

"Ok." Claire agreed. He took her hand.

Hiro Nakamura and Ando Masahashi

Tokyo, Japan

Hiro looked around his office. He was bored.What was he supposed to do? He lost his purpose…no, he didn't. But where was he supposed to be? How would he leave this world to return to his hero's path? His father needed him to restore honor to the family and his father told him that he could do that only by running the company. What greater honor was there than saving the world as he's done? Hiro drummed his hands on the desk for the hundredth time. He was bored. Really, really bored. You can only manipulate time so many times before you're abusing your gift. He didn't want to abuse his abilities. No one else did. Well, maybe Claire, but only because he knew she was searching for an answer. She wishes for it all to end. Hiro didn't understand why, but he knew the need for answers. Such as how was he supposed to survive in this office for one more minute when he could be saving the world? Sylar was still at large. And now there were more bad guys out there. He could be doing something. Not just sitting here. Bored. Ando opened the door and walked into the office. In Japanese, Hiro greeted his friend. "Hi, Ando."

"How are things going?" Ando replied. Hiro shrugged and looked at the clock. "That bad?" Ando questioned. Hiro nodded and stood, walking towards the case where he kept the Blade of Takezo Kensei. He saw the emblem that had been engraved into his mind the moment he saw the sword. Ando clapped a hand on his shoulder. "You saved the world, Hiro, its time to rest." Hiro shrugged off the hand and turned to his friend.

"The world was saved once, but more trouble is always just around the corner." Hiro turned back to the sword. "The world will need me again."

Noah Bennett and Sylar

Arizona

The warehouse was abandoned. No one had been here in years, not even The Company. Noah knew that this was the place to hide, but he would've never guessed who would be looking for him. He'd left his wife, son, and Claire, abandoned them, but to save them. Claire would understand when she was older. Then he remembered, Claire had turned 18 and he missed it. Another birthday gone. Another year without his family. He could never get used to it. But he knew that her real father, Nathan, would remember, and probably give her the proper birthday that a father should give his daughter. If he didn't love her like his own, he would give her to Nathan completely. He saw how hard it was for her when she thought that she'd lost him and Peter. She loved them, but his fatherly intuition told her that there was more to it than that. He'd never seen someone become so connected to someone as she was to Peter. He had never been as close to his real son as she was to her real father. Maybe it was the powers, maybe it was something else, but he was glad that she found whatever it was. He sat on a hay bale and pulled out his .45. He clicked the clip out and checked his bullets. He had about 6 left and no refills. Should he risk going into town? "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Bennett." Noah looked up and saw the bane of existence, Sylar. He wore a lazy expression, the look he gave him was a killer's glare, but he wasn't making any moves to kill. Noah set his gun aside, knowing that it was useless since Sylar now had Claire's healing ability. "If The Company finds you, you'll die and it's not fair to leave Claire without all of her old life, is it?"

"What do you mean?" Noah asked in frustration, already developing a migraine from this man's presence. If a man is what you'd call him.

"You didn't hear? There was an accident, well, sort of. The Company burned your house to the ground. The only one to survive was Claire. Sorry, Bennett." Sylar wasn't sorry; he didn't give a damn about this pathetic man's family. Noah let the information soak in, he was shocked and that was clear, but he would show no weakness not now.

"Where's Claire?"

"My brother's house. Seems like her real father stepped up to the plate when all you could do is run." Noah lunged at the superior man and quickly fell. "Stop that. If you want to see your daughter again, you'll listen to me." Sylar added a sarcastic tone to daughter. Was there no one who didn't know the truth? Sylar through a manila envelope by Noah's head and he sat up. Noah took the envelope in his hands and opened it. Inside were his information sheets that Sylar had stolen from the house during his last visit. Noah looked up at the villain in plain confusion.

Claire Bennett and Peter Petrelli

New York

Peter crashed on the steps of the Met, a little out of breath. He looked up at Claire, who just smiled brilliantly at him. "Are you ok?" She asked. She knew that he was fine, so he just sat up and brushed his finger aside her face as he's done a million times before. He smirked at her and finally caught his breath. When he'd suggested a race while they were walking through Central Park, he'd forgotten to calculate in a lot of mitigating factors. 1, she was younger than he was, if only about 12 years. 2, she was a former cheerleader and used to running more than he was. And 3, her regenerative ability worked much faster than his so it was nearly impossible for her to run out of breath. He just smiled at his forgetfulness and she smiled at him. He lay back against the steps and thought about everything. How wonderful it was to have a friend like Claire. He didn't think of her as his niece, he thought of her as his best friend. And she did the same. They were closer because of it. They could talk about anything, stuff he couldn't talk to with Nathan or his mother or even Mohinder. She was his life and he would do anything to protect her. He remembered the day he met her. Life changed for him then. He had a purpose and a reason to live. The day he met her, he felt as though he really belonged to something, and he told her as much. That was the day that he'd nearly left her, and he was so afraid. He wanted so very much to protect her, that's why he begged her to shoot him, that's why he gave her the gun. Then Nathan stepped in, like a brother and father that he always was. Peter would never forgive himself for nearly costing her a father and nearly loosing her. It was his fault, but she forgave him. She settled herself next to him and it still amazed him how easily she fit in next to him. They fit together so well. He turned to face her, seeing her eyes closed as she rested against his chest. He kissed the top of her head and wrapped his arm around her. She was too young to have dealt with what this life had given her. But that was one thing that he couldn't protect her from, they would all face the upcoming troubles. Nothing could stop that, Claire was still a major player in the things to come. "And here we all thought that you were blood?" Claire and Peter both shot up to see who spoke. Jesse, the body that he'd been trapped in when his future self came back, stood there with the rest of the cronies that escaped from the Company. The pyro took Claire by the hair…

To Be Continued

Attention: So that was chapter 1. Please review. Chapter 2 will come up just as soon as I know what you all think. Thanks for reading. Please keep in mind it may take time between updates, I am a senior in high school and things get hecktick. ttyl.