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"I said what the fuck is this?"

Peter slammed the door behind him, strolling into the room with force. His deep scar making him more intimidating than before to Claire. He stayed a few feet from the two, as if he didn't want to be near them. Claire broke away from Sylar, putting some distance between herself and the two men. She hugged herself as if she was cold, feeling a wash of vulnerability. She spoke, finding her voice to be shaking.

"Peter, please just listen to me-"

"I wasn't talking to you, Claire. But We will have words."

Peter silenced her harshly. Claire's anger at Peter had vanished, and all she could feel was her shame that flooded her face. Sylar's face didn't change much. It merely showed a serious amusement and curiosity to the situation. His eyebrow raised when Peter directed his anger at him.

"Sylar. Answer me."

Peter's lip curled as Sylar giggled at his frustration.

"Well Peter, sometimes men and women feel a burning. A deep, nasty burning that only-"

Peter punched Sylar hard in the face, sending him to the ground. He towered over him.

"Peter! Stop!"

Claire pushed herself to stand in between Peter and Sylar. Sylar very lazily taking his time to get up. She didn't know why she was trying to prevent a fight. Her feelings for either one was up in the air the majority of the time.

"Peter, please listen to me. This is my fault. I don't know what I'm doing anymore. Please, just listen."

"Save it Claire. He knows what he did. What you two just did. I'm just disgusted that you let him do that to you."

Claire stood up straighter, feeling her heart break for a moment. Tears welling up. It wasn't that Peter was important to her anymore or that his opinion was, considering what he did to her family, but it was the fact he was shoving the actual act in her face. A harsh truth that she thought she could deal with later. Her blood seemed to run cold. Why did she sleep with Sylar?

Sylar had finally gotten to his feet. Claire stared viciously back at Peter, who seemed to be only becoming more confused and angry by the moment.
Claire stepped away from the two, willing to let them hash it out. She wiped her eye as smoothly as she could, trying to not be noticed. Sylar watched her move away and it looked like he was starting to be bother by Peter's presence. He opened his hand very effortlessly, sending Peter slamming into the opposing wall. He crumbled to the ground, growling. Sylar started to talk in his dark tone that use to give Claire nightmares.

"What did you walk in on Pete? You walked in on the one thing you'll never have. That's what you are really thinking, right? The damsel you saved all those years ago. You've wanted what I just got, since Homecoming, even though you found out she was your niece-"

"No, your'e just a liar and-"

Peter's mouth clamped shut at the motion of Sylar using his own fingers to shut them.

"See, that tingle in the back of my head tells me your'e lying. You use to be so innocent, hopeful. Just like her. And she still is. You must hate her for that."

Sylar crotched down and slammed Peter's head against the floor. Peter looked like he was fighting an invisible hold on himself. Yet, Cool and collected, Sylar continued to speak to him.

"Claire was your last hope. Your damsel in distress, but when you proved to be less than a hero. You blamed her, rather than yourself. You hate her, not for what she has done. But what you have failed to do."

Sylar released Peter and stood up. He gave him a quick kick in the stomach and turned away. Peter was breathing heavy from his struggling, but stayed still on the floor, gasping.

Claire, who had been watching from the corner, watched Sylar cross the room. Sylar began to whistle as he picked up a towel from his dresser. He approached her as if they were alone in the room.

"I'm going to take a shower, if you were interested?"

Claire gave him a dark look.

Sylar smirked at her and shrugged.

"Well, I guess the magic is gone. It was nice seeing you, Pete. Don't forget that we have that meeting at 4:30, with Samuel."

Sylar spoke over his shoulder at Peter, but kept his eyes on Claire. She winced when he caressed her shoulder briefly.
He seemed a little deflated by the motion, but went back to whistling as he closed the bathroom door. This left Claire alone with Peter.

He stood up.
Claire nervously moved closer to him.

"Pete, I want-"

Peter raised his hand to silence her. His eyes serious, but his anger no longer visible.

"Claire, We are separate people now. Not even family. What we have done has separated us."
Claire tilted her head confused for a moment, but her eyes nearly bugged out as she snapped at him.

"Things WE? The things WE have done?"

She pushed him with all her might. She never felt so insulted in one moment in her entire life.

"We are so doing this right now, Peter! You killed my father, allowed my family to die, and now work with the people who want to destroy the human race. My only "offense" is that I slept with a serial killer. You don't want to know why I did it? Why would perfect Claire make such a terrible choice? Maybe because she is going a little insane after her body went through the stages of death, non-stop for two weeks straight? Or Maybe because she was lonely...CHRIST maybe Stockholm Syndrome?! I get to live forever, Peter. Guess who else gets to live forever? So screw you for comparing us, You are the one that separated us, Hero."

Peter grabbed Claire by the throat slamming her against the wall. He yelled as he did it, frustrated by the truth she spurted at him. He released her after a moment, realizing that he had put his hands on her. He looked sad and ashamed for a moment.

Claire stared at him, shocked a bit at his actions.

He looked up at her to apologize.

"Get out, Peter."

His face was hurt, but he left without a word or a slamming of a door.

Claire bit her lip, feeling tears welling. She cut through the hallway, not through the bathroom, to get to her room. She didn't need snarky Sylar.

As she closed her door, she felt herself slide down the wall of her room. Tears flowing from her. A box of tissues laid on the vanity, arms reach away from where she sat. She felt herself needing a tissue. As she reached up to grab the box, feeling a deep need to dry her face, the box suddenly shot into her hand.
Claire paused, looked at the bathroom door, still hearing Sylar in the shower.

She placed the tissue box a bit away from her, just out of arms reach and reached for it again.

Nothing happened.

Claire started to concentrate again, as she had before. Using the need to have the tissues with her.

The box flew into her hands.

Claire sat shocked for a moment. Her heart racing.

She held the box of tissues close to her.
Her mind was spinning.
What was happening?

She noticed a hair brush across the room on her bedside table. She very slowly and reluctantly lifted her hand to the brush. She thought strongly to herself that she needed the brush.

It flew across the room and into her hands.

Claire held it tightly, feeling her breath tight.

The tears now had stopped running down Claire's face, and she smiled to herself as small spurts of electricity somehow sparked from her fingers, causing the tissues to go up in flames.

Claire finally felt a true smile leave her lips as the box burned her.