Now that I've gone back and watched the last episode of season four of Heroes, I have an idea for continuing Brave new world, hope you guys like it. But be warned, there will be sexual content and language. Not appropriate under the age of 18. Disclaimer, I do not own heroes. Too bad I can't possess Tim Kring, I'd put the show back on air!

Claire's pov

"If I have to watch one more rerun of my "Famous jump off the ferris wheel" I'll shove something sharp in my kill spot and hope no one can dig it out." I'd gotten up and turned off the tv. Peter sat on the couch while my dad was off somewhere talking on his cell with Lauren. "Don't let your dad hear you say that." Sylar said as he had walked in and sat down next to Peter. "Explain to me why I shouldn't kill you?" "Claire, he's atoned for his past actions." I shook my head and turned to look out the window. "People can change Claire."

Peter had a point. I looked over at Sylar, really looking at him. He's looked back and I noticed that his eyes weren't forceful or sinister. They were a sweet brown that I could stare at forever, but the expression on his face hindered me. There was no smirk on his lips, or a hard glare staring straight back at me. Sylar had shown a softer side when he'd found me before and said so sincerely that he needed someone, a connection. A friend. Here now, I saw that face again.

"Peter, could I have a minute with Claire?" I looked from him to Peter who'd been standing by me. "Of course. I'll go see what Noah's up to." I wished that whatever Sylar had to say to me he could have said in front of Peter. Just when he'd left the room, Sylar got up from the couch and closed the space between us. I tried to back up, but the window stopped me. He looked from me to the ground. For once he was at a loss for words.

"Claire, I know I can't possibly apologize enough for the things I've done to you. I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I hope for it." Sylar had just apologized to me, that was one thing I never expected from him and I couldn't think of anything to say. As a reflex I wanted to yell in his face that I would never stop trying to kill him. But that wouldn't help, it wouldn't ease the pain of losing my birth parents, of him cutting open my head to collect my ability. There was nothing left of him for me to hate.

"What you told me back at college, was any of it true?" "Yes, Claire it is." "What does it have to do with me?" "Well, that's easy. Nice choice of words by the way, I couldn't tell if you were lying or not. Its the fact that you can't die, that I can't." Sylar was looking back at me so intently that without realizing it, I'd stepped closer to him. I could easily reach out and touch him, that was what made me understand his words.

"Claire?" I'd heard my dads voice before he came walking in. Taking a few steps back, he looked up to see me within ten feet of Sylar. "Get away from my daughter!" He moved towards Sylar and raised the company gun that had been hidden in his jacket. I didn't think about what I was doing. Stepping past Sylar and standing in front of him, facing my dad. "Claire, what are you doing?" "You're going to have to shot me to get to him." Crossing my arms over my chest, I stood as tall as I could. "Why are you defending him? Don't you remember what he's done?" "I know that he's never lied to me."

That did it, my dads face fell the same way when I'd climbed and jumped off the ferris wheel. But it was true, Sylar was the one person who never kept anything from me. My own father and everyone else tried so hard to protect me, that they lied about everything. It was true that Sylar had never lied to me. My dad lowered the gun. "Claire," "Don't try to explain yourself anymore dad. I've had enough of you lieing to me." I watched as he put the gun away and turned to walk away. As if on cue, Peter came in. "Is everything alright?"

"Just the usual Noah wanting me dead." Sylar said rather casually. "I guess we'll have to stay out of his way for a while." Peter went over to the cabinet that was Angela's liquor stash. "Drink?" I didn't care for it, but Sylar accepted a glass. They sat down to drink as I paced around the room rather irritated. "Claire?" "I'm going to get some air." I picked up and pulled on my jacket as I left the room and hurried out the front door. The cold brisk air felt good as it rushed over my face. I watched as the people of New York walked by, talked on their cellphones, and drove in their cars.

New York was a great place, bursting with life all around. It wasn't home though. I wanted to be back in Odessa where I'd work at the burnt toast diner part time and go to college. I wished I could do it, but I'm not normal. People have been so close minded that I would be treated like a freak. That wasn't what I wanted. The world wasn't ready a weeek ago, and it isn't ready now. What was I thinking that people would be able to change?

A black car pulled up to the side of the curb and as it stopped, the back door opened and out stepped Angela. My grandmother. "Oh, Claire. Would you help me please?" The trunk popped open and I walked over to it. She had two suitcases, and easily took the lightest one. I reached in and pulled out the second. Turning it on its end, I unhooked the arm and rolled it onto the sidewalk. "Thank you dear." I followed behind her as she walked inside and I set the suitcase by the door. "Mom, you're back early." Peter came out with Sylar on his heel. "I had a dream, Peter."

Of course. Angela only ever shows up when something's about to happen. "What was it about?" I turned to leave. "Claire, you'll want to hear this." "Why?" "Because It has to do with you." "Like I haven't heard that before." I reluctantly sat down across from her. "Sylar too." I went into shock and looked from Angela to Sylar. He looked at me for a moment, and then looked at Angela. "No, I won't have anything to do with this." "I'm afraid you don't have a choice. Claire dies in your arms."

I couldn't move. Of all the times I could have died, I didn't. But the way she'd said that I die in Sylars arms, made me go numb. How could it be possible? "How is this possible? Isn't there a way to stop it?" Sylar was arguing with Angela as Peter had moved next to me. His arm was around my shoulder. "There's a second lunar eclipse, that's all I know." "The last time a lunar eclipse happened I got shot, I couldn't heal. I died." "Claire, you never told us this." "After the eclipse passed, I came back so it wasn't a big deal." "Clearly, not this time."

"So what are we going to do about this?" "There's nothing that can be done Peter." "We've changed the future before mom." "I'm sorry, but there isn't anything to fix it. Now if you don't mind, I'll be going up to my room." Angela got up and walked away. I however hadn't moved an inch. "Claire?" I looked up to see Sylar leaning down in front of me. He droped to his knees and reached out his hand. Of all the things running through my mind, I put my hand in his. I'd always imagined his skin was cold and hard, but it was the exact opposite. Sylars hand was warm and smooth.

Standing up with him towering over me I felt like I couldn't breath. "Claire, why don't you go upstairs and get some sleep." "Yeah, ok." "The guest bedroom is at the end of the hall." "Thanks, good night Peter." "Good night Claire." I moved away from Sylar and made my way up the stairs. I was able to let out a deep breath and breathe again. I realized it was Sylar that made me feel the way I did. How could he have that effect on me? I half wished he'd just try to kill me.

I closed the door behind me and went straight for the bed. I was exhausted, yet I couldn't get to sleep. The sound of a door opening and closing came from next door to me. "I will save you Claire." Sylar. Him and his sound manipulation. I was thankful that anyone was willing to do anything to help me, and even more so that Sylar was. It seemed he was changing not just for himself, but for others. For me. "Thank you."