Author's note: New story! Got kinda bored so here we are. May be continued, whatever you guys want. So read and review if you want more.

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Claire walked down the endless row in the Pet store, looking for some stupid medicine for Mr. Muggles. By her mother's orders, of course. She finally reached the medicines and scanned the labels, glancing back and forth from the scribbled description in her hand to the bottles and tubes of medication. After fifteen minutes, and almost all of her patience later, she finally found it.

Claire walked to the cash register and glanced at her watch. Not believing the time she looked outside. The sun was already setting. The cashier handed her the bag and she ran out to her car. She cranked the car and exited the parking lot.

Halfway down the road, the sky erupted into a fierce storm. The rain poured onto her windshield and Claire cursed under her breath. She switched on the wipers and slowed down. When she reached the light, she came to a stop, glancing at the dashboard's clock. Ten after eight.

Suddenly, she felt the car wrap itself around her. She cried out in pain. Claire peered through her window. She couldn't see anything. She wiggled and squirmed until she managed to free herself and throw open the car door. She tried to step out but fell back in as a car flew past her, the complete front end torn apart, obviously the one that had run into her.

Claire cried out again as she fell out of the car onto the road. Her skin was beggining to heal as the driver's door gave out and fell onto her, crushing her. Claire screamed out, swearing and crying as the rain fell onto her. She tried to move but couldn't. She was trapped.

Claire drifted into unconciousness.

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Faintly, Claire could hear a voice. It echoed through her ears, but she couldn't make out the words, or determine the voice's identity. All she felt was pressure. An extreme pressure against everything below her neck.

All at once, the pressure was gone. She was being picked up and shaken. She struggled to answer, but couldn't. However, she could now hear the voice clearly.

"Claire! Wake up!"

Her eyelids fluttered open as she was shaken again.

"Oh thank god. Claire can you breath?"

Claire could, but couldn't answer. She could barely see. Everything was blurry. She could now feel the numbness subside and she could feel that she was wet, drenched in rain water. She could also feel that she wasn't on the road anymore, but laying in someone's lap. She focused, trying hard to see clearly.

She tried and she tried. After a few moments, her efforts payed off as her sights landed on the face of a man. She concentrated harder until she could see his features. She inhaled as she discovered who he was. "Sylar?" she asked, her voice strained and groggy.

Relief flodded over his face. "You can breath. Claire do you remember anything?"

Claire thought back, trying to remember what had happened. Finally, the whole experience came rushing back to her. "Car...drove...away..."

Sylar nodded. "Good, you don't have a concussion." Claire could feel herself being lifted from the ground with ease. She silently expressed her approval of his strength. She could now see perfectly clear, aside from the distraction the rain provided.

All the sudden, she was being layed down onto a seat. A dry seat, much to her comfort. Sylar sat her up and wrapped a warm jacket around her shoulders. "Thanks."

He nodded as he tried to buckle her in. She slapped away his hands. "I've got it."

Sylar couldn't help but chuckle. Leave it to Claire to go through an accident and stll want to buckle her own seatbelt.

He walked around the car to climb into the driver's seat, driving down the road.

"Where are we going?" she asked, voice still strained. "I'm taking you home."

Claire leaned back against the seat in silence. She was quiet the whole time he was driving, as was he. Claire glanced at the clock. Nine seventeen. Sylar pulled into the driveway, and walked over to open her door. She slumped out of the car, and Sylar caught her as she almost tumbled to the floor. He supported her as they walked to her door. Sylar reached out a hand and swiftly knocked on the door. "Thanks." she said.

Sylar looked down at her and opened his mouth to say something when the door swung open.

"Claire!" screamed Sandra. "Noah! Come quick! It's Claire!"

Sandra grabbed onto Claire, yanking her into the house. "Mom, I'm fine."

Noah came down the stairs, rushing over to Claire. "You're covered in blood!" Noah grabbed onto her as well. He turned and his gaze landed on Sylar. "You! What did you do to her?" Noah pushed him onto the wall.

"Dad, wait! He didn't hurt me, actually the opposite." Noah turned to face his daughter, not releasing his grip on Sylar. "Go on."

"There was a car. It took off. The door fell onto me and I was out until Sylar showed up and brought me here. I;m sorry dad."

Noah released Sylar. "No sweetie. It's fine. Why don't you go clean yourself up."

Claire nodded and Sandra walked with her over to the stairs. He waited until they dissapeared to turn back to Sylar. "Thank you."

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So, shall it go on?