Disclaimer: I own not this Heros, and this saddens me :(

Okay so everyone thank you for the comments. Julyisfree thanks for the creepy Sylar comment. I was thinking I had didn't have enough Sylar creepiness, so I'm glad you noticed. I'm also going to try and take your and Mel's advice about not rushing it. Thanks Mel. Anyways, thanks again to everyone who commented and on with the story.

"You've been quite the pass couple of hours." Sylar said, looking up as the Chicago Skyline appeared on the horizon.

"And?"

"And... what happened to all the questions? You've been grilling me since we set out this morning. Then I tell you about the hunger and you just stop."

"I know."

"You're not going to answer are you."

"No."

"So, Chicago here we are!"

Sylar's voice was loud and far to excited after the conversation that he and Claire had just had. It annoyed Claire that he could just switch emotions on and off like that, but she knew from all her questions he'd had plenty of practice. Yet, it wasn't that which was bothering Claire. She knew before she agreed to the road trip that Sylar was without a doubt a cold blooded killer. It wasn't that she'd agreed to it in the first place that bothered her either. As long as he was with her it was guaranteed that no one was dying at his hands. That a lone made the trip worth it. It wasn't even that at some points she found herself genuinely feeling sorry for one that had murdered so many. What bothered Claire most was that she was simply out of questions. This was a man who had murdered dozens. He had hunted her down and killed her one time best friend in front of her eyes. Yet, here she was not even a day worth of questioning and she had no more. Not any that mattered anyways. That struck Claire as wrong. It should have taken months at the very least to unravel such pain and hatred, but instead it had only taken hours. Claire drove following Sylar's directions but not really paying attention. She continued to ponder all that she had asked and all of Sylar's answers. She realized that there were two more question for her to ask, but she wasn't sure that she wanted the answer to one, and she wasn't sure she liked the what the other implied just by her asking.

Either Sylar was lying or he was telling the truth. It really was that simple. If he was lying then Sylar was the bad guy, right and wrong stayed clear in her head, one night while he slept she could kill him, call her dad, Noah would take care of everything, and all would be right with the world once again. The problem was why would Sylar go through all that trouble. She couldn't even get a surprise attack in on him. He could already have had her power, so why were they here? That was the question, and no matter how hard she tried to think around it, she only could come up with one answer. He was telling the truth.

"That's it. We've arrived." Sylar's voice broke through Claire's thoughts.

Claire zoned in and realized they were pulling into the Waldorf Astoria.

"Exactly who do you think is going to pay for this?" Claire asked in shock and a little annoyed.

"I already have. When I went to get breakfast this morning I called and made a six night reservation. I used an account I had set up, just in case. Oh, and I hope you don't mind I made the reservation under your name. I figured since I Noah will be looking it might calm him down if he can actually find a hotel stay in your name."

"An account. Where did the money come from?"

"Oh yeah, I haven't told you about that have I. To be fair I was busy answering your questions. Well, when future me came back there was one power that he was sure I could never obtain the, uh... proper way shall we say, anyways, he showed it to me, and you never understand anyone better then yourself." Sylar finished his explanation with a shrug.

"So what's this power that apparently has taken away your financial worries?"

Sylar picked up a McDonald's napkin and turned it into gold.

Claire's mouth dropped open. "Y..Y..You just turned that to gold. Is it real?"

Sylar's laugh was full and hearty, not at all what Claire expected. "I should say so. I don't think gold buyers would pay for the fake stuff."

About the same time Claire was staring Sylar down for taking her keys Noah was sitting in his car. Noah actually considered the prudence of what he had set out to do. He knew there would be consequences if either Claire or Sandra ever found out, but Claire was his baby girl, and that was the problem. Noah was not ready to come to terms with his little girl growing up, and trust had never been his strong point. So, Noah opened the laptop beside him and proceeded to track the GPS signal from Claire's phone. He told himself that it was just a precaution for Claire's sake. If nothing happened to Claire they would never know that he hadn't been on another business trip. He told himself that the worse that could come of this was that he would be there to save his daughter. Yes, that meant that Claire and Sandra would be upset that he hadn't let Claire be, but they'd forgive him because he had saved Claire. He started his car and hoped on I-15 hoping for better luck then the souls he'd be passing in Vegas, because being a company man had taught him it can always be worse then you think.

AN: So, I hope you like. I know it's kinda short but it was this or combine this with the next chapter I'm already working on which would mean you'd have to wait even longer. Besides, this is a great stopping point enticing enough without being the ever aggravating cliff hanger. (That is not a promise of no cliff hangers because no matter how aggravating they do sometimes have their place.) Anyways, tell me what you think it feeds my massive ego. Lol, just kidding, but seriously it helps to know someone gives a flip if you continue.