"Now Peter, where do you think you're going?" Sylar pinned him to the wall again and raised his finger. Peter started screaming as Sylar started the slow incision. "Trying to hit me from behind; I thought you were the honorable type, trustworthy." He focused on keeping the line straight; he didn't want to damage such a valuable brain. Suddenly, Claire's words floated unbidden through his mind.

"Except Peter. He's the only one I can really trust."

"You love Peter."

"…I do."

"Claire," Sylar whispered, dropping both his finger and Peter. He moved close to the coughing man, eyeing him intently. "You're going to help me."

Peter looked at him like he was crazy. "I'm not helping you," he said viciously.

"You will. Because she trusts you. And you're…talented."

"Peter," Nathan groaned, regaining consciousness.

"Nathan!" He ran to his brother's side; Sylar followed slowly behind. "You're alive." He sounded like he barely believed it.

"Yeah. Barely. Help me up."

"Barely," Sylar scoffed. Nathan sent him a scathing look. "I'll need you're help if I'm going to save her."

"Save who?" Peter asked hesitantly.

"Claire. They have her. Together we can get her out." God, it grated on his nerves to ask Petrelli for help.

"Now wait just a minute," Nathan put up his hands.

"No." Sylar turned his burning gaze on the politician. "You need to get Bennett out of here before the rest of the agents arrive. Peter is going to fly us somewhere out of the way so we can make a plan."

"I don't think-"

"It's alright Nathan. Get Noah to the others." Peter grabbed Sylar and flew straight up.

"Pete!"

Sylar shrugged off his arm roughly as soon as his feet touched the ground, sending Peter stumbling for balance. He immediately opened the computer back up and started searching for Claire.

"How long until you're ready?" Peter asked, pacing. Sylar ignored him as he gathered information. "What are you doing? They have Claire! We have to go now!" Their faces were mere inches apart.

"We have to find her first."

"Building 26."

"No. They stopped using it for prisoners after a break-in."

"Then where is she?"

"Here," he pointed at the screen. He made a quick but thorough examination of the building's plans and defenses. Tracing out the best path for Peter, he committed it to the perfect memory that the Texas waitress had 'given' him.

"Look, there's Matt." Peter was bent over his shoulder. "And Daphne! They're on the same level."

"I'm not going there for them. Claire's my only concern."

"Oh come on. All those people, they need our help. We can get them all out."

"They mean nothing to me. But, you can do whatever you like after we find her." He shut the computer before Peter could point his heroic finger at it again.

"What does Claire mean to you?"

The question caught him off guard and he didn't have an answer for it. "That's between her and me. Not you."

"She's my niece." He crossed his arms.

"Doesn't matter. Ask her, if you'd like." Sylar stashed the computer; he could come back for it later. "Let's go."

"We should get Noah and Nathan to help us."

"No."

"But-"

"Nathan would get in the way. And Bennett couldn't even protect her for the five minutes I left them alone!" He forced back the anger that his rising voice betrayed.

"The others…they need us."

"Do you even remember who you're talking to? I'm a killer. You go be the hero, after we get Claire out."

Peter sighed, gripping Sylar and flying them to the location where they were holding the prisoners. It had already been several hours since they had taken her and Sylar dreaded what they'd been doing to the invincible girl.

Landing, Peter separated from him immediately. "Please? They're like us. We can't just leave them there."

"Claire's my priority, Peter. I'm getting her and getting out." Sylar watched as the younger Petrelli squeezed his eyes shut and sought out the best argument.

"Can't you at least buy me some time? You know that's what Claire will want too. In fact, she'll probably fight you every step of the way if you don't." Sylar opened his mouth to retort, but Peter didn't give him a chance. "Yeah, I know, you can take her. But how pissed is she going to be afterwards?"

"What makes you think I care if she's angry?" He waited patiently to see the doubt cloud Peter's face. Sighing, he knew her do-good uncle was right and he didn't want to think too much about the answer to his own question. "Fine. I'll give you as much time as I can. But if things go bad, I'm getting her out of there."

Peter's face flooded with relief as he grabbed Sylar's wrist, absorbing his powers. He concentrated briefly before producing electricity in his palms, he let it fade away. Casually, he waved a hand at the door, opening it. He focused another minute, but shook his head. "That's it."

"Two of my favorites," Sylar admitted. They strode into the building, silencing the two guards before they could even react. They charged down the hallway, taking out another six guards. Finally7, they reached their destination, the med lab. "Looks familiar." It was set up much the same as the Company had done not so long ago. The exception being the dark windows that prevented them from seeing inside the cell.

"Meet you in the middle." Peter nodded and started to rise.

"No, you won't." Sylar shoved the doors wide and charge his hands, firing the electricity at a small cluster of doctors. Peter was taking out a guard and heading to the right. Taking the left, he opened the first door he came to. A small woman was hunched in the corner. He left the door open and entered the next. A doctor was hovering over a child, sticking a needle in her little arm. Sylar grabbed the man and threw him against the wall, knocking him unconscious. The crying girl reached for his pant leg desperately but he stopped her with his telekinesis. "Let's move," he ordered, heading for the next door. He saw the first woman entering the next room. They progressed down the circular hall and still there was no sign of Claire.

As he came out of the last room, Peter was waiting on him with John, Patricia, and a large group of people. "She's not here. Where the hell is she?"

"I don't know. Matt!" Peter called as Parkman joined them with a few more people, including Daphne and Angel. He took one look at Sylar and began to invade his mind. "Matt, no! He's on our side." Peter stepped between them.

"Our side?" Matt looked unconvinced.

"Sort of," Peter agreed.

"Temporarily," Sylar added. "We don't have time for this." Anger was beginning to overcome him. He fought it back. Hunger always followed anger.

"He's right. We need a computer."

"We need to get these people out," Matt argued.

"Then get going. We have a job to do." Peter threw as he headed towards the doctor's station, littered with cooked bodies. Sylar followed him as Matt led the others out. Peter was searching the computer when a flash caught Sylar's eye. He turned to see a metal secure door in its own little hallway. He dropped a hand heavily on Peter's shoulder. "What is it?" Peter asked, glancing at the focused man.

"Door." He left Peter to continue searching. Slowly, he pushed open the heavy door and quietly dispatched the surprised guards on the other side. The clear window revealed a bruised Claire lying strapped to a table. A solution that must block her abilities steadily pumping into her veins.

"Sylar?" Claire asked, staring at him, but not trusting her eyes.

He let the dead man's body fall to the floor. "Yeah," he answered. He touched her bruised cheek before pulling the IV from her arm. He worked on the restraints next, pleased to see the bruises starting to heal. Once her arms were freed, he started on the one holding her waist to the table. Before he could move to her legs, she sat up, wrapping her arms around him. He held her tightly, closing his eyes.

"Gotta hurry. They're on their way up." Peter ran into the room and freed her feet and legs quickly, ignoring their intimate moment. "Can you walk?"

"I think so," she answered. They started to run towards the exit, but they heard the agents approaching. So, they turned and headed up the stairs to the roof. "Great. Now what?"

"Can't go down," Peter observed. There were dozens waiting at the bottom of the building. "Maybe-"

"Sylar, no!" Claire screamed over Peter. "What are you doing?" Both she and her uncle were being flown through the air, towards the top of a neighboring building. They had just reached safety when agents exploded out of the door, shooting Sylar with at least six tasers, dropping him to his knees. He used the last of his energy to send them to the next building over.

"Claire, we gotta go."

"No! Sylar!" she screamed. She couldn't see them well but it was obvious he was still trying to fight. "Peter, please," she pleaded.

He took a deep breath and reached a hand out. Eyes squinted, he flicked a few others out of his way. He grabbed Sylar and started pulling him closer. It was harder than he imagined. Getting him to the opposite building, he dropped him and took a moment to rest.

"Nathan, no! Let. Me. Go! Peter!" Claire grabbed him. Nathan was trying to fly her to safety but she kept a firm grip on her uncle.

"Nathan, give me your ability," Peter demanded, grabbing the back of his brother's bare neck. "Go with him Claire. We're right behind you." He flew towards Sylar and she stopped struggling with her biological father.

When they finally landed, she saw many faces she knew, mostly people with abilities and her father. "Claire!" He shoved Nathan away and wrapped her in a hug. "How did you? Peter? Peter got you out?"

"Not by myself," Peter announced, landing and immediately letting go of the other man. "Matt make it?" He scanned the crowd.

"Yeah, we all got out." Matt broke through the crowd to hug Peter. "Thanks, brother."

"What's he doing here?" Noah asked bitterly, glaring at Sylar.

"He helped." Peter thumped him on the back once before greeting several others.

Claire was moving forward, to stand beside him, when a little girl suddenly lurched from the gathered people. She wrapped short arms around his waist and everyone seemed to freeze. One of the women gasped and watched with large terrified eyes. Sylar's eyes found Claire and he gestured to the child with his chin.

"Come here, sweetie." Claire removed the girl and patted her head. "Do you know who that is?"

The girl nodded and smiled. "He's my hero."

A/N: Okay, so obviously there's not going to be much left. Maybe a chapter or two. Not sure yet.

Let me know if there's anything you want to see happen before it's over. Thanks for all the reviews and adds guys!