Chapter 2
"What the hell are you two doing!" Isaac's distressed yells broke through Claire's thoughts and she suppressed a smile as she walked into the large lofts living room. Sylar and Peter were caught up in a heavy battle – both levitated above the ground as their opponent kept them levitated through telekinesis. Isaac seemed to grow older by the second until Peter saw Claire from the side and dropped Sylar.
"I give."
Sylar's grin was enough to make Claire burst out laughing and when Peter smiled at her Sylar gave her a silent nod – showing that he would not be a jerk around her today.
"Did you sleep well Claire?" Peter asked concerned as she sat down on the large sofa, grabbing her brother's cereal before he could respond. Sylar didn't react but Claire could swear she saw his eyes jump to hers.
"Yeah thanks Peter." Her eyes are connected with his longer than they should be.
Shades.
This was totally a shade of grey.
And before she knew it, Isaac was off to the art gallery and Sylar was at the door.
"Where are you off to?" she asked as she excited her bedroom and he grinned – he was the only one that ever went into her bedroom.
"Off to play the villain and irritate Mohinder." He looked around before he leaned forward and placed a rough kiss on her mouth.
"Lover boy is in the shower."
And he was gone.
Leaving Claire with Peter.
Alone.
Oh God.
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Claire didn't know exactly when she had fallen in love with Peter Petrelli. Between the constant fighting with Sylar and trying to bond with Isaac she had somehow, beyond any comprehension, fallen for her brother's best friend.
Fallen so hard that if not for her power she would be dead.
He was handsome and a gentleman and everything her ex-boyfriends were not. Sure he was older, 10 years older to be exact, but Claire looked past that. Peter treated her with love and respect and made her feel like life couldn't get better.
Except on the days he brought home girlfriends.
The first time he brought home a girlfriend was Simone – whatever her surname was – and Claire had run out of the house faster than they could blink. Simone didn't last long, but that wasn't the point. Claire climbed into Peter's car – why his she didn't know – and drove.
Then it happened.
Later she would tell them she hadn't seen the cliff or the warning signs or even the big flashing sign that said "Road Closed". But Claire saw them all too well and she stepped even harder on the accelerator.
Black and white…everything was just black and white.
There were no shades of grey now.
Death was elementary, something that tied them all together – something that tied her to Peter. Claire was white; Peter was black. There was no grey.
Sometime afterwards Claire woke up to find Sylar standing in front of her as she lay on the grass. In the distance Peter's completely destroyed car blazed a deep hue of orange. Sylar had saved her, gone looking for her when Peter had realized his car was gone.
Peter was looking for her too, but Sylar told her that he felt it would be better if he found her and not someone she had obviously run from.
Her bones took a long time to heal and blood had stained every piece of her body. There was no white now.
Only dark red.
Sylar had made a sidelong comment of it being the bloodiest accident he had ever seen and Peter would be pissed about the car. It was meant as a joke, but still it made the long awaited tears fall.
Claire had fallen asleep in Sylar's arms in the middle of nowhere and he had taken her home, ignoring Peter who had been pacing at the front door.
"You could have called."
"Oh god there's so much blood."
"Is she okay?"
It was the first time Sylar realized how in love those two actually were.
Stupid people.
Claire woke up in his arms and he took her to her huge bathroom and locked them in. Slowly and with caution he climbed, fully clothed, into the shower with her and gently washed away the blood.
That night was the start of their affair.
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Peter watched her from the loft's stairs to his room and sighed. She was beautiful and he was in love.
To Peter Petrelli – this area was as grey as it could be.
