A/N: I know this one isn't very long but I am going to start with a different POV next chapter. (SPOILER ALERT) Oops. Haha Anyway, hope you like this. I feel bad for putting Claire through all this heart break. Haha

Chapter Eleven

Claire Petrelli sat in her car right outside the meadow. It had been a year and a half since the death of Gabriel. She had her baby girl six months ago. Her name was Abigail Dawn Petrelli. Claire wanted to give her daughter her father's last name, but she didn't want anyone to know she was Gabriel's daughter. The only one who knew was Bethany. She insisted on keeping that a secret.

"Just tell everyone you don't know who the father is," Bethany had told her the night she had found out she was pregnant. They had finally gotten Nathan to calm down. Heidi made him go to bed the rest of the night.

"But I never did it with anyone else!" Claire exclaimed. "I love Gabriel!"

"I just have a feeling that it would be easier for you if you kept it a secret," Beth explained. "Just tell everyone that it was a one night stand with someone before you met Gabriel."

"Yeah, and make everyone think I'm a slut," Claire says gloomily. Bethany only shrugged. So Claire took the advice of her friend. However, a lot of suspicions were raised when the child was born. She is a spitting image of Gabriel.

Heidi was babysitting for Claire at the moment. After the child was born, her parents told her she could stay with them as long as she was going to school. Claire agreed. She is now enrolled in the local college downtown. She is pursuing her photography dream.

Claire takes a deep breath and steps out of the car. She hasn't been here since the day Nathan found her. She takes a few steps to the entrance. She wasn't sure if she could do this. Blinking back the tears that were starting to fill her eyes, she walks into the meadow. It looked the same as the last time she was there. Beautiful flowers waving to her in the slight breeze. The October season had turned the leaves yellow, red, and brown. The ground was still green. It was gorgeous here. Something caught her attention. She looks over to where the stump was.

There was something lying on top of it. Claire walks over to it. It was the shirt Gabriel wore the last day they were together. The shirt was worn out and ragged looking from sitting there all that time. She gasps and snatches it up. She couldn't believe it. She brought the shirt to her nose. It still smelled like him. Tears instantly sprung to her eyes. They started to spill over. She sat down on the stump and cried into his shirt.

"I miss you so much," She whispers. The wind steals her words, blowing them into the forest. After awhile of sitting there and looking out over the side of the cliff, Claire stands up to leave. She had finally gotten herself to calm down. She was about to walk away when she remembered his notebooks. She couldn't believe she had almost forgotten. She gets onto her knees and reaches in the hole they were sitting.

Other than wiping some dirt off of them, they were not harmed at all. Claire sits back down on the stump. She opened up the sketch book first. There were pages of drawings. She hadn't known her was an artist. One picture was of the cliff. He had drawn the river below it. Another picture was of Samson working on a car. He had drawings of random people too. A lady smoking a joint while her young child was playing on the ground beside her. A man with long hair was playing a guitar at a bus station. They were incredibly good.

The last pages were of her. One where she was taking a picture of something off in the distance. One where she was sitting on the tree stump, her long hair blowing behind her. There were also ones of her and him, lying in bed and riding his bike with her sitting on the handle bars. She wipes away the tears that had fallen.

Taking another deep breath, she sets the sketch book to the side and opens up the notebook. A photograph slid out and fell on the ground. She snatches it up before the wind had a chance to steal it. The picture was of a young beautiful woman. She had long dark brown hair. Her eyes were the same beautiful brown as Gabriel's. She was smiling hugely as if someone had just told her a very funny joke. She was laughing. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes had a twinkle. She was incredibly beautiful. Claire flipped the picture over to see if there was anything written. There was: Anna Lynn Gray Summer '87.

"So, this is Gabriel's mother," Claire thought to herself. She places it back in the notebook. Flipping through the pages, she could see this was a compilation of his diary and some poems he had written. After an hour of reading, Claire's cell phone rings. She pulls it out of her pocket and answers it.

"Hello?"

"Claire, it's your mom. I was just seeing if you'll be home for dinner," Heidi asks her.

"Yeah, I will be. I'm on my way now," she tells her.

"Okay, see you in a bit," Heidi says. They hang up.

Claire puts the phone back in her pocket. She was about to shut the notebook when her name popped out at her. Turning to the page towards the back, she sees it is a letter. Claire's eyes widen. She reads it.

'Claire,

I want to apologize for all the mean things I have said to you today. I went against my heart and tried to end it with you the bad way. I hope you're not upset with me. The reason I tried breaking your heart is because of your grandmother. She called me a few hours before you walked to Harsh Winds. She told me I needed to stay away from you because she believed I will be turning into a monster soon. I don't really understand what she meant. But she said it was selfish of me to be putting you in danger. She told me I will be receiving a power soon like you did. Only mine is going to make me kill people. I don't want to hurt anyone and especially not you, Claire. So instead of trying to make you hate me, I wanted to do something to make you remember me by. I love you, Claire. And I hope you will someday forgive me. I am leaving. I bought myself a bus ticket and going somewhere far away from you. I hope you understand. I promised not to stop when you said when.

Love, Gabriel'

Claire let out a sob. He planned on leaving her.

"But you didn't get the chance, Gabriel. You were killed," she whispered. This was her grandmother's fault. If she hadn't scared Gabriel with foolishness, he would still be here. Claire lets out a scream. Her sadness had turned into anger. Snapping the notebook closed, she grabs the sketchbook and storms to her car.

An hour later, Claire pulls her car up the driveway to her grandmother's home. She pounded her fist on the door. The housekeeper answered, telling her Madam Petrelli had gone over to her house. Claire thanked the woman and sped across town to her own home.

Claire storms into the house. She hears her family in the living room. She sees Angela bent over, cooing at Abigail who was in her rocker. Peter, Nathan, and Heidi look up to see Claire standing there.

"Get away from my daughter!" She yells. Angela instantly stands up straight and turns around to give Claire a startled look. Peter, Nathan, and Heidi have looks of surprise on their faces as well. Nathan stands up.

"Claire-" He starts to say.

"YOU KILLED GABRIEL!" Claire screams. Abigail starts crying. Heidi jumps up and runs to her, picking her up. Angela lifts an eyebrow at Claire. Peter's jaw drops. Nathan walks around the coffee table to stand beside his mother.

"What on Earth are you talking about, Claire?" He exclaims. Heidi rushes the baby out, giving Claire a dirty look as she passes her.

"You fed him a whole bunch of crap to make him want to leave!" Claire yells. A look of recognition passes Angela's features.

"I told you, Claire, he was a danger to our society," Angela tells her, remaining calm. Claire bursts into tears.

"You fucking bitch!" Claire screams.

"That's enough, Claire!" Nathan screams back.

"No! She minus well have killed him! If he didn't try to leave in such a hurry, he would still be alive!"

"That was destiny, Claire," Angela says. "It was meant to happen or it wouldn't have happened."

Claire stands there speechless. The tears kept coming. Her father walked to her and enveloped her in a hug. She sobbed her heart out on his shoulder. Heidi walks in and takes Claire by the arm, helping her out of the room, up the stairs, and into her bedroom. She collapsed onto her bed and cried into her pillow. Heidi sat at her daughter's side and rubbed her head, trying to get her to calm down.

Peter had taken Abigail from Heidi and held her. She was such a sweet little thing. He had a feeling this baby was Gabriel's but didn't voice his thoughts. If Claire didn't want anyone to know then he wouldn't be the one who betrayed her trust. He felt awful for the pain his young niece was feeling. No one should ever have to go through that.