"And it's not the first time, Peter."

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There was a flashing neon sign (pink, blue, red, all the colors of the rainbow) inside of my head, wrong, wrong, back away slowly Peter, this is now beyond wrong.

It was quite clear that she was fine with every little part of this (mostly the kissing part, which she was very good at) and she wasn't looking back at me with the same amount of shame that covered every part of me, just a warmer smile that seemed to be just for me.

"I know what your going to say, Peter, you said it the first and second time, this is wrong, this is so very wrong but right now I don't care if it's wrong or not, I love you."

"Now, now, isn't this touching?"

I was hoping, no praying that the voice behind me (a voice that once played a big part in my nightmares) was someone new, someone that the Peter here knew but of course when has praying worked for me (me who has seen so much blood, disease and pain that rained down on us like acid)?

"Sylar."

Every single part of me lit up (fire that was waiting to come, blue sparks that are left over from a crazy girl that's a really good kisser and murderer and but of course what's left of Ted that almost blew up New York but instead just me) ready for a battle that I knew would come from the moment I heard his voice the voice of a should be dead man.

"Whoa there sparky, no need to break out the weapons, there's no use anyway.(but of course you should know I have a whole lot more then you, no need to whip you in front of the lovely lady.) I promised little Claire here that I wouldn't lay a finger on you, Super-Hero. So, no need to worry."

No need to worry, well it was already too late for that.

She (she who doesn't seem the same and tastes a little like blood and ash, a little too much like Sylar) welcomes him in like a old friend paying a visit, a smile that warms too much for the murderer in front of her eyes (full of ash and blood).

"Peter, he's a friend now."

"A friend don't make me laugh."

His hand was stretched out in front of him (covered in so much blood it was dripping all over the white tiles) asking me to shake it and welcome him into the family (the so-called family that was falling into pieces) but all I did was watch him, eyes full of the right amount of hate.

"No need for introductions, Sylar. I'm not sure how long I'll be here, I'm sure you've heard of it already, black-outs that send me into different times like this one (this one that I hate beyond anything). Rather goodbye and I hope I don't see you any time soon."

Right when the anger was boiling over in both of our eyes (turning red with power that we never could control) everything went black and of course I was falling through the thickness and into another place and time where and when was another question.

"Sorry Peter, I always loved you."

The voice was the same as always only this time it was even darker, the sadness only seeping out a little at a time.

She (she who I loved with all of my heart that was open and bleeding all over) had her eyes glued to me along with a gun that wasn't for protecting herself but killing me.

The face that falls to the ground, bullet craving away at his head and blood pooling over his scared face, is mine and the young eyes that watch the end filled to the brim with sadness and rage at who pulled the trigger and who I loved far too much.

"Claire, how could you?

Her guiltless eyes find mine (a face that once took away her tears and chased away her demons) mine that looked at her striping away the bad she seems to be and pulling out the Claire with blond curls and baby-blues with just a look at the her that is trapped inside of this villain.

"How could you?"