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Shit, shit and double fucking shit. How the hell was she supposed to know which one of those creepy orange suited things was Peter anyway? You know, it was times like this when she SERIOUSLY wished she had someone else's power. Molly Walker's, for instance would be abso-fucking-lutely awesome right now. Or even Hiro's. She could stop time and take as long as the hell she wanted. She could even maybe stare at him for a few moments. God, when you thought about it, Hiro's power was kinda creepy. Parkman's could…nah. That'd just get annoying. She could try calling his name…shut up Claire you idiot there are guards crawling all over the place. Slimy bastards. Sick, stupid slimy bastard guards.

God when did she ever swear this much inside her head?

She was panicking. She shouldn't be. Needed to be professional. Be…what was the word Angela had used before? Efficient. That's the one. And right now, Claire Bennet was definitely not being efficient. Shit. She tore of the first mask. Shit, shit, shit, guards. Not even really noting who the hell it was under there. It wasn't him. Too round in the face. "Hiro!" She's pulling the thingy out of his nose. Moving on. Fuck - guard. Slip over there now…slowly, check to see no-one's watching…no alarms…nope…okay go. Shit. Not him. Go, go, go. Don't stop, head down, eyes peeled…Claire had always thought that was a stupid saying. How do you peel your eyes anyway? Shit - guard. Would her eyes recover is she actually peeled them? Fuck. Where is he? She's never really hurt her eyes before…had she? This one maybe …Oh no, there was that time with Ted, in the house. God everything had burnt then….Bingo.

"Peter!". And now Claire's whisper-sceaming in his face as loud as she dares. If she hadn't been facing a life of hiding and had not been feeling the omnipresent tug of Impending Doom bearing down she might have tried a gentler approach but now was certainly not the time for such frivolities. God he looks hot when he's confused. "Peter?" Mmmm, he's all sleepy and cute and…Oh he's talking to her. What? He doesn't have strength anymore? But, he got his powers back…he can fly. Can't he? She's sure she heard him talking to Angela about…Oh god, His lips look so damn soft …and when their moving it's even better…oh shit that means he's talking. Mohinder? Why would he need Mohinder? Does he not have strength or something? But wait…what? Ok now she's confused…ohhh right, he's sat next to him. How con-fucking-venient. Oooh, that was weird. Surely that glowy chargy thingy hadn't happened before when he got his powers? Hadn't he told her we was like…a sponge? He could like, absorb them. Couldn't he? Fuck, she doesn't know anything ay more. Oh good he's moving. His muscles straining against the restraints make her want to lick him. One free and now the other. She shouldn't want those arms wrapped around her and she certainly shouldn't think about those fingers travelling - Be professional Claire, Go stop the plane Claire. Stop fantasising about your uncle Claire and get your ass to the Cock-pit Claire. Wonder why it's called a cock-pit? Mind out of the fucking gutter please Claire.

"I'm afraid we're going to make an emergency landing."

"Claire?"

"Dad?"

Ok, what the fuck?

CRASHAGE

Well, I stopped the plane.

"Peter?!"

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A/N. Yeah, I know it's random and disjointed and kind of not reallllly very in-character but when partaking in my recent Heroes Season 3 re-watch I felt the need to finish this little bit of sillyness that I started the first time I watched this episode. Yeah, it's a little cracky. Paire makes me happy. Sick? Yeah it is a little bit. Do I care? Uh no. Reviews would be nice.