A/N: Hadn't really planned on continuing this, but I just couldn't get this story out of my head. As you read, don't skim over what the priest is saying. There is some subtext there that I'm hoping you will pick up on. ENJOY!

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Gabriel wondered around in Nathan Petrelli's living room while Peter and Nathan hashed things out in the next room. Nevermind that he could hear every word they were saying.

"Why was Claire trying to kill you?" Nathan whispered feverishly.

"I don't know, but it was clear she was working for you." Peter's voice sounded tired and distant.

Nathan sighed.

"We need to find her. Did something happen with her and Bennet?"

Gabriel popped his head in the kitchen at that moment.

"She doesn't trust him anymore."

Nathan quirked an eyebrow, "And you know this how?" Nathan thought he was taking it all in stride, but he was still struggling with the fact that this monster was his brother. Peter had convinced him to cut Gabriel some slack. However, he couldn't help but hold a grudge against Sylar.

Gabriel sighed.

"Claire was convinced that she could help one of the Level 5 fugitives. Noah put a gun to his head and told him to kill me, but the guy just killed himself...or whatever his power did. Claire made it out like she forgave him, but..."

They were silent for a moment until Peter finally spoke up.

"So we bring her here, but then what? Everything's going to hell in a handbasket and we're supposed to stop it how?"

Gabriel knew what had to be done.

"The company."

Nathan shook his head.

"We can't take down the company, they have too many people on their side, too many resources." Nathan looked to Peter. His brow was creased in thought, undecided where he stood on the issue. Gabriel tried to sway him to his side.

"If we take out their key resources and prevent anyone else from helping them..."

Peter looked up with a fire in his eyes.

"It would mean taking out Mom," Peter hopped up to sit on the kitchen counter, not looking at the other two while he spoke his thoughts out loud.

"But we could stop them from creating any more destruction. Everything that's happened always leads back to the company or someone who used to work for them. I just don't want to hurt her."

Nathan couldn't stand keeping it to himself anymore, he had made it this far without Peter hearing him think about it.

"We weren't born with our abilities." He paused for a moment, making sure he had their full attention.

"Mom let the company experiment on us, perfect their formula. The fact that we even survived was a perk."

Suddenly there was a loud snap and a bolt of electricity shot out, a part of it catching Gabriel on the back of his hand.

"Gahh!" He shook his hand and held the already healing appendage to his chest while shooting Peter a glare.

"Sorry." Peter grumbled. He was trying to keep his blood from boiling. How could she do this to them? Her children? This was where he drew the line. His brothers could see the battle of emotions in his features but he spoke without any hint of doubt or second thoughts.

"Ok, let's just work on finding Claire first, we'll work out the rest later. Any idea's on how to find her?" Nathan asked.

Gabriel was still glaring at Peter, but the latter spoke up. "Got any paint?"


Claire knew that her father thought she had gone up to her room and stayed there like a good little girl should. He grossly underestimated her ability to hold a grudge time and time again. There were only so many places that she could hide so she went to the one place he would never look: church.

She sat in one of the back rows during midnight mass. The massive painted ceiling made the cathedral look much bigger than it seemed to look like on the outside. She was surprised at how many people came. She knew it would go on for quite a while and let her mind wonder while the priest spoke to the churchgoers.

"In the book of Revelations there are three angels who come upon the people, 'And I saw another angel fly in the midst of heaven, having the everlasting gospel to preach unto them that dwell on the earth, and to every nation, and kindred, and tongue, and people, Saying with a loud voice, 'Fear God, and give glory to him; for the hour of his judgment is come: and worship him that made heaven, and earth, and the sea, and the fountains of waters.'"

Claire wondered if anyone who came here got anything out of it. Could she ever feel joy if she couldn't feel pain? She felt numb. And tired. And sick. She didn't want to see the things her father did or could do. This wasn't the same man who raised her. She felt so stupid for trusting him earlier, thinking he would abide by her wishes just this once. And now a man was dead because of her carelessness.

"'And there followed another angel, saying, Babylon is fallen, is fallen, that great city, because she made all nations drink of the wine of the wrath of her fornication.'"

Everyone else had a bible in their lap, but she didn't bother. No one even noticed or saw her anyways. She cringed at thinking how normal that was for her. Her parents still saw her as a little girl. If only they'd seen that first tape she and Zach made. She had lost count of how many times she had died. Waking up in the morgue was a nuisance more than anything else. Would they still think of her as their little girl if they knew this? Probably. She wiped a tear away, not really caring if anyone saw or her not.

"'And the third angel followed them, saying with a loud voice, If any man worship the beast and his image, and receive his mark in his forehead, or in his hand. The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is poured out without mixture into the cup of his indignation; and he shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels, and in the presence of the Lamb.'"

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Peter pop in silently next to her and she gave a squeak. Everyone had their heads bowed while reciting a prayer, not hearing her surprise.

"Peter!" She whispered. "How did you find me?"

"I'll tell you but first I have to get you away from here." He held out his hand and it took Claire only a moment to decide to take it. Forget them. She would live the life she wanted to live, with their approval or not. She was NOT a fragile little doll to keep locked up. She was not their little lamb anymore.


More to come! I plan on incorporating plot twists from future episodes into this fic and putting my twist on them. PLEASE REVIEW! I really want to know your thoughts, even if you think it's a horrible idea!