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Summary: Abby wants to leave the city but Claude doesn't want her to. Will he convince her to stay?

Spark

Chapter Eleven

A cold draft blew through the small, cheap hotel room. Abby sat in the corner, a heavy jacket draped over her shoulders to ward off the chill, a map of the country in front of her. Peter had kicked her out a week before and now she was trying to find somewhere to go, somewhere far away from New York and away from Peter. The city reminded her too much of him and she had to get as far away from it to get as far away from him. It was too painful looking around the city and being reminded of him. She had a similar reason for why she never returned to her home town, she didn't do well with bad memories.

The door opened and closed by itself and she knew Claude had arrived. Even though she couldn't see him or anything he was carrying, she could definitely smell what he had in his arms. He'd gone out to get dinner and he'd obviously found some. He appeared and Abby couldn't help but laugh when she saw the bucket of chicken in his arms. He gave her a small smile in return and put the chicken in front of her before sitting down with her. They both reached into the bucket and took out a piece of chicken each.

"I went in to check on Peter while I was gone." Abby looked down at the mention of Peter Petrelli. Claude noticed this and sighed. "He didn't know I was there, I think he was too busy to even notice I was there." Abby shrugged.

"Yeah, well, good for you." She picked up her map again and started searching it more intensely than before. Claude sighed.

"He's been looking for you. He knows you didn't do it." Abby shrugged but didn't look up from her map.

"Sounds like you talked to him, not just watched him." Claude shook his head.

"No, I heard him talking to Claire and Nathan. He even has his brother helping in looking for you. And Simone's gone, for good." Abby froze for a moment and glanced up at him before looking back at her map.

"Well, that's interestin an all but I don't know why you're tellin me this." Claude sighed and snatched the map out of her hands, forcing her to look at him.

"He knows you didn't do it and he's looking for you. He misses you. Stop being so bloody stubborn and go back to him. I've never seen the poor bloke looking this bad and I beat him up with a stick and threw him off a roof!" Abby rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"You want me to go back to him? Why, so he can accuse me of doin somethin else I didn't do and kick me out again? I always knew I was better off on my own but I forgot that when I was with him. As soon as I'm on my own again, doin what I was doin before I met Peter Petrelli, the better!" Claude shook his head and scoffed.

"You know I'm the first one to say that being on your own is better than being with people but I think I might just be wrong." Abby looked at him in shock. "You bring out something in him and he brings out something in you. You need each other." Abby scoffed and snatched her map back.

"I don't need anythin from anyone." She spread it out in front of her again. Claude shook his head.

"I think you do. And even if you don't believe that you need him then believe me when I say he needs you." Abby refused to look up at him.

"No one needs me, Claude. I'm useless to everybody. You want to know the real reason I saved Peter when Sylar had him?" Claude rose his eyebrows and nodded as she finally looked up at him.

"Why?" She laughed sardonically and shook her head.

"Because I couldn't imagine anyone dieing to save my life. I didn't necessarily want to die but there was no way I was goin to let anyone else die to save such a worthless and meaningless life as mine." Claude had never seen her so self pitying and he didn't like it.

"Please Abby, just go back to Peter." She shook her head, her eyes glued to some place on the map.

"No, I'm not goin to do that. And I'm not goin to need your hospitality anymore either; I know exactly where I'm goin to go." Claude tried looking at the map to see where she was going but she quickly folded it up before he could see.

"Abby..." She stood up and headed towards the bed.

"First thing in the mornin I'll be out of your hair. And we can both go back to bein what we were before Peter Petrelli turned our lives upside down." Claude watched her, knowing there was nothing he could do to change her mind but wishing there was.

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Claude snuck into Peter's apartment. The man was laying on the couch, the phone clutched in his arms, fast asleep. Claude sighed and moved closer to him. He put his hand on Peter's shoulder, immediately waking him up. Peter muttered Abby's name and looked around hopefully, his face falling instantly when he saw it was only Claude. He sat up, still clutching the phone and looked around the room, hoping Abby was with him. No such luck.

"Claude, what are you doing here?" Claude sighed and sat down.

"I just came to tell you that you're going to have to extend your search for Abby to outside the city." Peter looked confused.

"How do you know that?" Claude looked away, feeling guilty.

"Because she was staying with me." Peter's face lit up hearing this news and he stood up. "But she's gone now. She left this morning." The empath's face fell again.

"She left?" Claude nodded. "Why didn't you stop her? Why didn't you tell me she was with you?" Claude rolled his eyes.

"I didn't tell you she was with me because I agreed with her... at first. I tried to stop her but that woman's stubborn." Peter smiled slightly, knowing just how stubborn she was. He could just imagine her stubbornly refusing to listen to reason.

"Do you have any idea where she went?" Claude shook his head.

"She wouldn't tell me. I think she knew I was going to come tell you." Peter grinned ruefully.

"Probably. How long ago did she leave? Maybe we have time to stop her." Claude shook his head.

"Even if we did, I don't know what direction she took off in. I'm sorry Peter; I tried to get her to come back here." Peter sat down again, slumping into his seat.

"Its okay, Claude. I only have myself to blame." He hadn't slept properly since Abby had left; too busy looking for her to get a proper nights rest, and it was catching up to him now. Claude sighed and pulled the younger man up, pushing him towards his bedroom.

"Go get some rest, Peter. You look like the living dead and there's nothing left to do now." Peter sighed and let himself be pushed. He entered his bedroom and looked back, finding Claude gone. He wasn't sure if it was because the invisible man was already gone, if he was just too exhausted to keep using his abilities to see him or a mixture of the two so he sunk onto the bed, closing his eyes and drifting off into a deep sleep.

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Straight away, Peter knew he was having one of his dream/premonitions. He was in bed, completely naked, with Abby. The two were moving together like they were made for one another and Peter felt at peace for the first time since she'd left. A flash of light filled the area and Peter suddenly found himself standing beside the bed wearing his pyjama bottoms. Two bodies were still moving blissfully in the bed and his heart felt like it was being shattered into a million pieces at the sight. The man now moving with Abby turned to look at him, an evil looking smirk on his face and he realised that the man that had taken his place was Sylar. He tried to reach out to pull the evil man off her but he couldn't seem to reach him even though he was standing right in front of him.

Another flash and he was back moving blissfully with Abby. He leant down and kissed her passionately, feeling pleasure radiate through his body. Yet another flash and he was back beside the bed. This time Sylar and Abby weren't moving together but instead sitting up in the bed, obviously both naked but sheets covering them. Sylar looked up at him, that evil looking smirk firmly in space, and pulled the sheets tight around Abby's body showing that she was clearly expecting. Peter felt bitter tears sting his eyes and looked from the sight of Abby's pregnant belly up to her eyes. She looked sad and could only stare down to her side, away from both men. He looked into Sylar's eyes and saw sick looking glee.

"She will give me what I've always wanted and we will all be powerful." Sylar's voice was filled with evil malice towards the other man. Peter felt himself screaming out.

"No!" The sound reverberated around the room, filling the silent space. Sylar simply laughed evilly, his laughter competing with Peter's screams. Tears started streaming down Abby's cheeks and he reached out for her, wanting to protect her.

Peter woke up with a start, looking around the room. Without thinking he got up and headed to the other bedroom. He threw open the door but the only sight that greeted him was two empty beds and Abby's obviously hadn't been slept in for a while. Peter sunk down on Abby's bed, fear and panic filling his body. He knew what Sylar wanted with her but he couldn't protect her, couldn't stop it from happening. He curled up on her bed, smiling faintly when he realised he could smell her on her pillow, and drifted off again, clutching it tightly to his chest.

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Additional Author's Note: This chapter was a little shorter than previous ones but oh well. After weeks and weeks of writers block I've finally managed to start writing this story again. I'm pretty sure that the chapter I've just started writing will be the last or at least second last, so not much longer to go. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter and reviews would be nice. :-)