Ok I know that it's been about a year since I last updated. I have actually been working on getting my YA novel published. But I didn't want to leave you all hanging! This is actually the chapter that I was thinking about when I first started writing this fic. I will try to find time to finish this. I don't want to leave anything unfinished! So please let me know what you think so I can know if anyone still has an interest in this. Thanks!

Chapter 11

The six of them stumbled to their feet as they entered the new dimension. Claire took deep breaths and tried to steady herself on Sylars arm. She hated those damn transitions.

"What are we doing here?" Peter asked.

Claire looked up and saw with surprise that they were standing outside her old house.

"The Claire in this universe must be in there." Sylar remarked.

"Well then we better leave before she sees you and comes out to try and kill you." Kassy smiled.

The rest of the group began to move down the road, but Claire stayed where she was. There was something about the house that made her feel like she needed to go in. Like something was pulling her forward. When Sylar saw her walking towards the house he turned around and went back to her.

"Claire what are you doing? We need to go."

"I think I need to go in." she said quietly.

"What? Why?" Sylar frowned.

"I don't know. I don't think I'm in there."

"Then who is?"

"I'm not sure." She shrugged, walking onto the lawn.

"Claire it could be dangerous."

"I'll be ok. Sylar, I have to do this."

He stared at her for a moment before nodding. "Fine, but I'm going in first. The rest of you stay out here."

Everyone else agreed and the two of them made their way to the door. Sylar held a hand up, signaling Claire to stop while he listened for any sounds on the inside. After a moment of not hearing anything he turned the door knob, finding it unlocked. When the door opened and they walked over the threshold, Claire found it looking almost exactly the same as it always had; only now something was different. She just couldn't figure out what. They walked in further and were doing a good job of being quiet, until Sylar let out a sudden startling curse, making Claire jump. Sylar looked down at what had caused him to shout out. A little red Lego lay on the floor under his foot. What was a Lego doing here?

All of a sudden there was the sound of feet on the hard wood and a little boy ran around the corner. Claire and Sylar stared at him in alarm. He couldn't be any more than four years old, with sandy brown hair and big brown eyes. Claire was trying to decide what to do when the little boy shouted happily and ran at them.

"Daddy!" he cried, throwing his arms around Sylars legs.

Sylar stared down at the boy in shock before looking around at Claire.

"What did he just call me?"

Just then there was the sound of more footsteps as Peter walked around the corner.

"Hey man, what are you doing back so soon? I didn't expect you back for another couple days."

"Um, I…" Sylar muttered, completely at a loss for words.

It was then that Peter saw Claire. The change in his face and tone was startling.

"Why the hell is she here?! How could you bring her here?! After everything she has done, you're going to take her back? I don't know why I thought you would ever be able to resist her. I just thought that maybe for Noahs sake you wouldn't be so stupid!" Peter shouted furiously.

Claires eyes widened as she looked back at the boy. "Noah?"

"What, you don't recognize your own son? That isn't surprising considering you left him more than two years ago." Peter sneered venomously.

Claire hadn't heard what Peter had said. She was now staring at the little boy, who was peaking at her around Sylars legs. She saw now that he had Sylars eyes, her nose, her tiny ears. She found that tears had begun rising up in her eyes, and her hand moved to cover her mouth without her realizing. He was alive. Her son, her baby, was alive. He was standing right in front of her. How could this be? What kind of miracle was it? She didn't realize that Sylar was staring down at Noah the same way.

Sylar stared down at the little boy in amazment. His son, his Noah, was alive. He had only cried a couple other times in his adult life, the other time being when he had lost Noah. But now he was here. It was like believing your child was dead, only to have them standing in front of you alive again. Noah lifted his arms towards him and without thinking he bent over and picked him up. Noah wrapped his arms around Sylar neck and kissed his cheek.

"I missed you daddy."

Sylar pressed his forehead against his sons. "I missed you too."

"Well are you going to answer me? What is she doing here?" Peter shouted, breaking Sylars moment. He turned to look at this Peter and saw that he had a scar running across his face. He wasn't sure how to best go about this situation.

"Look, Peter, don't freak out but-"

"Don't freak out! How can I not? You're brining that monster into this house, around your son? After everything she's put him through?"

Sylar turned around to look at Claire. He could tell she hadn't heard a word Peter was saying. She was staring transfixed at Noah.

"Ok, Peter, I need you to listen. I'm not who you think I am, and neither is Claire."

"What are talking about?" Peter frowned in confusion.

"We aren't from this world. This dimension."

Realization seemed to come over Peter, as did what looked like fear. He held his hands out.

"Noah, come here."

"No, I want daddy." Noah cried, tightening his grip around Sylars neck.

"I know that, but I need you to come to me right now. Put him down Sylar."

Sylar knew that he should, to ease the now building tension, but he found that he couldn't. He had just gotten his son back, how could he just hand him over? Especially when he was holding on so tight.

"Peter calm down. I'm not going to hurt him. He's my son."

Fire had begun to burn on Peters hands. "I know what you're capable of. Give him to me now. Noah, come here!" Peter shouted, making Noah cry.

"Don't you dare yell at him!" Claire suddenly shrieked, seeming to come out of her trance.

"Peter stop, you're scaring him. Why would I hurt my son?"

"Because I've seen other versions of you, and you're a monster. Now give me my nephew! He isn't your son!"

Rage began to build up in Sylar. He could feel his pulse beginning to race as anger took hold. How dare he say Noah wasn't his son? Of course he was. How dare he? He would kill him, he would-

A gentle caressing of his face broke through his anger. He turned his head to find himself staring right into Noahs eyes. He was gently rubbing his cheek with his small hands.

"Shh daddy, it's ok. Its ok daddy, don't be angry. Don't fight."

All of the anger that had been so uncontrollable before seemed to fade away. He nodded at his son.

"It's ok Noah, I'm not angry." He turned to look back at Peter. "Don't say he isn't my son. He is."

"How can he be? You said you were from a different dimension." Peter shot back.

"Yes, and in my world, he died." Sylar said quietly.

This seemed to shock Peter enough to make him lower his arms.

"What? You had him in your dimension too?"

"Yes. But my father took Claire and forced her to have a miscarriage. We lost him, and it's not something that has been easy to get over. So now, seeing him here, it's like he's come back to life. I promise you, I won't hurt him."

Peter stared at them for a moment before nodding, seeming to believe them. "Ok, well, then come in I guess."

Sylar walked further into the house with Claire close behind him, not seeming to want to be far from Noah. Peter walked to the kitchen and Sylar and Claire each sat in two of the high barstools. Noah squirmed out of Sylars arms and climbed to the ground. He ran across the floor and picked up a large plastic airplane.

"Daddy, look what Uncle Peter got for me!" he smiled, holding it up for him to see.

Sylar smiled. "Wow buddy, that's amazing."

"I know! Can we fly it together?"

"I- I would love that." Sylar said, his smile faltering.

This wasn't his world. He was going to have to leave. That would mean never seeing his son again. He would never fly this plane with him.

"Hey Noah, it's starting to get dark out. Why don't you go put your pajamas on?"

"Ok!" Noah said happily, running to the stairs.

"Be careful, don't fall." Peter warned.

"I won't!"

Sylar stared after Noah for a moment before turning back to Peter.

"So what is the situation here? Why were you yelling at Claire?"

Peter took a deep breath. "It's really complicated. Almost four years ago Claire gave birth to Noah. You guys were really happy, or so everyone thought. You got married, moved into Claires old house, and were raising Noah together. Then one day two years ago, Claire left. She told Sylar that she didn't love him anymore, and that she didn't want Noah and having him had been a mistake. She broke his heart."

Sylar couldn't believe what he was hearing. He couldn't imagine Claire doing the things Peter said she did. Not the no longer loving him part, he could easily imagine that. He was always worried she would wake up one day and realize who she was next to and leave. But leaving Noah? There was nothing in this world that could make Claire stop loving her child.

"Why would I do that?" Claire asked before Sylar could.

"I don't know." Peter said, shaking his head. "Sylar has tried countless amounts of times to ask her. Every time he does she tries to shoot him. He gave up about six months ago. I know that he is still in love with her, which just makes me hate her more. No offence."

"No, I hate me too." Claire said with fury in her voice.

"The worst part is that she went and joined The Company. Now she spends all of her time hunting down others like us. I don't think Noah even remembers her anymore. It's like she lost the part of her brain that feels emotions."

They all sat in silence for a few minutes before the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs caught their attention. Noah was wearing dinosaur footy pajamas.

"Ok, I'm ready for bed."

"Ok, I'll be up in just a minute buddy." Peter smiled.

"No, I want daddy to tuck me in."

Sylar sat there for a moment, unsure of what to do. But after a minute he stood up and walked to Noah. This may be his only chance to put his son to bed. He took his hand and began walking with him to the stares when Noah stopped and turned around.

"Mommy, you come too."