The first part is Peter's POV, second Gabriel's and the third part is Claire when she sees Gabriel.
Peter hardly recognised her.
Claire's once beautiful blond hair now lay limply around her shoulders, tangled and messy.
Her face was buried in her hands.
The clothes she wore were more like rags.
Was this really his Claire?
Peter noticed she was shaking so he rushed over and gently pulled his coat around her.
He longed to do more, to ask her what was wrong so he could fix it.
"Claire…"
He spoke softly, not wanting to alarm her.
At the sound of his voice Claire looked up.
She stared at him in disbelief.
It was Claire; he would recognise those eyes anywhere.
"P…Peter"
She jumped up with a sudden burst of energy and flung herself into his arms.
"You're alive"
Claire had dreamt of this day for months.
" I knew you'd come back, I knew you would never leave me."
Words weren't enough.
They simply hugged each other, no need to say anything.
He forgot about everything; he was back with Claire and that's all that mattered.
But his name being called made him remember.
"Gabriel "
Peter didn't mean for Claire to hear, but he had a habit of saying things aloud right now.
"Sylar. Is he here?"
Claire's face was suddenly overcome by fear.
" Yes but…"
She started pulling at him, desperate to get away.
" Claire, wait, calm down."
" No! We have to go Peter, we have to go...."
**
Gabriel was lost.
There were more halls than he had expected.
Peter was nowhere to be seen in any of them, neither was Claire.
Gabriel kept walking, until he heard voices coming from one of the rooms.
"Peter" he breathed, relief swept through him, Peter was okay.
The voices got louder. One was female.
Gabriel followed them, leading him to a room.
The scene Gabriel saw however was unexpected.
A female was trying her best to pull Peter from were he was standing, whilst Peter refused.
Gabriel certainly didn't recognise her.
If it weren't for Peter trying to calm her down, he would have never known it that it was Claire.
Gabriel accidentally moved the door, which creaked so much that it startled them both.
Claire turned to face him.
She was so different.
All remains of the innocent teenager had disappeared.
He could see the fear in her eyes.
Images of the past came flooding back to him.
All the terrible things he had done, but tried to forget.
I'm a monster.
**
Claire would have ran, if she weren't so scared.
The man, the killer, was standing right in front of her.
She felt a comforting hand on her shoulder, Peter.
"Claire, no ones gonna hurt you."
She still couldn't believe Peter was here with her.
He was dead.
Am I imagining this?
"No, you're not Claire."
Peter looked at her; she had missed those eyes, she had missed him.
He pulled her into a hug.
As long as she was with Peter, she didn't care about anyone else.
"I'm going to look after you now."
Seconds later, she feel asleep in his arms.
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