Claire anxiously awaited Gabriel's signal. They would make their escape tonight, finally being able to be together. Also, being out in the world was another plus. Claire couldn't wait to see if it was the same as her dream. Would there still be the same stores, the same cities, or would it remain the same old boring everyday life. With no superpowers or world ending crises, what would Claire Bennet do to pass the time? She wondered if any university would accept a former asylum escapee. Maybe they could assume some fake identities, become anyone they wanted. There, her life was once again exciting. Claire was caught in the web of possibilities of what her life might become. She refused to give the chance that they might not succeed any further thought. It was far more satisfying to think positively.

Claire sat up in her bed, hearing a faint knock on the door. She knew immediately that it was Gabriel. She had no possessions, none that were worth bringing, so she swiftly jumped off the bed and made her way to the door. Using the key he had given her, she let herself out and was instantly enveloped in her lover's arms. It had only been a few hours since they had last seen each other, but it was long enough to cause her a great deal of pain.

"Are you ready to go," Gabriel asked. He knew she was, but he wanted to hear it from her that she was sure.

"Most definitely," Claire whispered elatedly. Claire felt no need to look back at her former cell. There were no happy memories left there; it only served as a personal insulator of all her grief. Claire looked ahead, to thefuture that she hoped to continue with Gabriel, her former monster. How could she have ever painted him the villain in her own story? The man before her could never be Sylar.

"Okay let's hurry; they're just about to change shifts. We have a short window where we can make it out." He took her hand and began to lead her down the hallway. His head would shift around making sure that there was no one in their path. The last thing they needed was to get caught. They'd never have another opportunity again. Gabriel would be sent away, possibly fired and she would never see the light of day again.

There was one nurse at her station. Claire didn't recognize her. She was glad it was not Denise, the one person she actually miss from this place. They waited until she turned, retrieving something or other from the cabinet behind her. Once they were sure that she couldn't see, Gabriel practically dragged her to the other side of the glass. Claire's heart was pounding and she tried to settle it before they continued moving along. She soon found herself in an unknown part of the ward. She assumed it was the way out and obviously had never been allowed this way except when she had arrived, which was still a huge blank. Her past didn't matter anymore so she pushed that thought aside.

They were now on the home stretch. Claire stopped Gabriel from continuing. He looked back at her confused. "Why'd you stop?"

"Before we leave, tell me you love me," Claire whispered back.

Gabriel stepped closer, his hands coming up to cup her face. "Claire Bennet, I love you with all my heart, the sane you, the completely off your rocker you, the insecure you, the jealousy you," His thumbs were now gently caressing her cheeks. "I love all of you, forever," he finished.

"I believe you," she whimpered as he gently brushed away her tears. No longer able to resist the urge to kiss him, she brought him closer. Claire knew it wasn't the best time for this, but she couldn't stop herself.

"You see Stewart, I told you. Look at them all nice and one, can't tell where one begins and the other ends," Angie stood before them in all her horrid glory. Gabriel and Claire broke apart. The shock of seeing another patient was written all over their faces.

Gabriel took a step towards her, "Angie what are you doing out of bed it's after hours?"

"Stewart told me about you and your blonde goddess Dr. Gray, yes he did. He told me to give you something," Angie lunged forward and sank a small blade in Gabriel's chest. Claire quickly rushed to catch him before he could hit the floor, anguish replacing her former tears of joy. "Stewart's going to be so very proud of me!"

"Indeed he is, Angie," Dr. Asshole stepped forth from his shadowed corner. Claire stared up in confusion, but her attention rapidly returned to Gabriel, dying in her arms. "I'm sorry it had to come to this old friend," he said to Gabriel. "But I can't allow Claire to leave this place."

"Wh-why?" Gabriel stuttered.

"Claire's been mine from the beginning. I brought her here, dosed her up, made her crazy," he said that last part with great emphasis. "I knew that from the very first moment I saw her, she had to be mine, my blonde goddess, but she refused me, spat in my face and all I could offer her. You see Gabriel, if you had never fallen for her, never have broken the cycle, you'd be alive, and I might have one day let the bitch go, after I tired of her."

Claire shook her head in disbelief. How had her happily ever after become so fucked up. She looked down at Gabriel, his eyes fluttering. "I love you," she barely managed to say. She kissed him one last time before he sank down into oblivion. Claire took a minute to collect herself, building up her grief and anger before she stared up at Dr. Asshole. "You will never get away this."

"I already have. Who's going to tell, not Angie, I'm her beloved Stewart, a figment of her twisted mind, certainly not Gabriel, he's dead, and you Claire are going to be trapped in that pretty little mind of yours for the rest of your natural life."

"Don't worry Stewart, I'll never tell," Angie said happily.

A/N: Sorry about the depressing ending : (