"Dear, pack your things, we'll be on the first flight out to New York," Angela said, without the slightest hesitation in her voice.
"What?" Claire replied, her head spinning at the woman's words, "I have school and my family, I can't just leave! My dad will never let you take me!" she exclaimed, her courage pilling up, knowing of the devotion her father held for her.
"I'm afraid that it isn't up to your caretakers, as I am of a higher authority," Angela said, a smile gracing her face as Claire fought just like a Petrelli, "I am taking you somewhere where you will belong, and have everything you've always wanted, alongside your real family."
Angela Petrelli's words confused Claire most of all, her real family? This woman knew where they were and was planning on taking her to them! "If I don't like it, can I come home?" Claire asked anxiously, seeing that the woman was serious.
Angela nodded, "Of course dear, I only want the best for you," she said, "Now hurry, grab only what's most important to you," at Claire's stare she added, "we'll be shopping, so there is no need to bring any clothes, you'll need warmer things, where we're going."
In the end, Claire decided to bring only her favorite bear from her collection. At the foot of the stairs, the woman was waiting for her with her parents, who were crying. "Don't worry, I'll call every night and you can come visit," she said to her parents before giving them and Lyle a warm embrace.
Angela Petrelli left the Bennet house, pleased that her dream had been incorrect, and no one had gotten hurt.
Unfortunately, her dreams had a funny was of being incredibly accurate, and suddenly Claire was on the ground.
"Noah!" Angela screamed in anger, he had been aiming for her, but caught Claire's shoulder instead with those stupid guns they distributed for the baggers of the company. Angela was on the ground with Claire in an instance, seeing the burn marks where the electricity had roasted her skin.
Ignoring the ruckus the small family around her was making, she ripped the wires from the young girls skin, and watched as the wound repaired itself. "Amazing," she whispered, only remembering having met one other person with this ability.
Shoving aside the irritating Bennets, Angela called her driver Isaac to help get her into the car.
"It's in your best interest to leave the situation alone now." The dark haired woman said to the disheveled man, whom had just injured his 'daughter' while attempting to 'save' her.
"We should take her to the hospital," Sandra interjected, her pale skin white, with worry, "just to make sure she is okay."
Angela stared at the woman, the trace of tears left from when Claire appeared injured fading now, "That will not be necessary, I know what is best for her."
With that, Angela climbed into her car, and with not so much as a wave, drove away.
Angela was quick to pull out her phone and called the company.
"Yes, René, your services are needed, it seems that Bennet, and his family have seen too much. Take all memories of Claire and myself," her order was near silent, so as not to wake her grand daughter. "Please, be thorough."
XxXxX
The drive was silent, as Claire had yet to wake up from the shock that Noah had distributed. Once their destination was met, Angela nudged Claire carefully, "Wake up dear, we're at the airport."
Claire opened her eyes groggily, "You know," she said with sleep in her voice, "you could have avoided this whole situation, by just leaving me with my family, you jerk."
Angela rubbed her temples before turning to face the nine year old, "Now, is that anyway to talk to your grandmother, Claire?" she asked quietly, her voice lacking its usual hardness.
Claire shot up, "You're my grandma?" she asked, her voice clouded with disbelief as she looked for similarities between the two of them. They had similar bone structure and lips, "Really?" she asked, perplexed.
"Yes, you are the daughter of my son, which, officially, makes me your grandmother. I suppose you have many questions, and I promise, they will be answered, at home, in New York." Angela spoke with her eyes on her watch, they had very little time to get through security and board, but with a few pulled strings, she imagined it would be rather simple.
On the flight, Claire was pulled back into an exhausted slumber, her body recovering what her newly acquired healing powers would not fix, her emotions.
Upon landing, there was a car waiting for the two, and Claire was suddenly wide-awake.
"What should I call you?" Claire asked Angela, with intense concentration, "I mean, I know that you are my grandmother, but it doesn't really seem to fit you."
"My name is Angela Petrelli, and you may call me that if you wish." Angela said, her expression tiresome.
"Maybe Gran," Claire suggested, "it has a nice ring to it, and says that you're my grandmother."
Angela nodded, and listened to Claire's questions the rest of the drive to the mansion, giving very few answers, of which merely sprung more questions. It seemed odd to Angela that Claire was not an emotional wreck, after having just been taken from the family that had raised her for the past eight years. Why was it, that a child of nine was not the least bit upset at her situation?
"Claire," Angela said, quieting the young girl, "when we arrive you must change before meeting my husband and son, it would seem odd to them if you came wearing scorched clothes."
"Scorched cl-" Claire began, but the grew silent when she noticed the hear marks on her shirt, "What happened to me?" she asked with a fearful expression.
Angela saw the opportunity and took it, it would quite possibly end all potential problems involving her granddaughters emotional longing for the Bennets, "That man, Noah was it?" she said with a hint of dramatics, "He shot you with one thousand bolts of electricity," pausing to let that sink in, "luckily I was there to protect you, from him as he tried to injure you further."
"Why am I okay?" Claire asked, her green eyes filling with tears, as she brushed her blonde bangs out of her face.
"You have a very special talent, and you will have to keep it a secret, quite simply, you can't get hurt," Angela whispered, as the car jolted to a stop, "oh lovely, we're here."