A/N: Nothing I write could compare to Sylar's punishment of Danko on the finale. That was perfection. But, as requested by smithsbabe and one new fan here's your fight. Also, sorry if things are a little funky. My computer is down and this is a very old!!! loaner.

Claire's P.O.V.

"Sweetheart," he half whispered. "You need to wake up."

Claire blinked bleary eyes up at the man leaning over her. "Nathan?" Her voice was rough with sleep.

"Yeah Claire. If you want to see us off, you need to get up." He smiled that tight-lipped grin of his at her.

"Oh!" She sat up in a rush, nearly cracking heads with her father. She looked to her left where Sylar had been curled around her the night before. Where had he gone? Confused, she looked at Nathan but he was straightening his cuffs. "I'll just be a minute." She smiled fakely for his benefit.

"Alright, but hurry up." He patted her leg a couple of times before rising and leaving the room.

"Right," she agreed, distracted. She let her eyes search the shadowed portions of the room, but she didn't see any sign of Sylar. Had she only imagined last night? No, she hadn't. She was still wearing his shirt. She glanced around the room again; most of the beds were empty. Closing her eyes, she brought the collar of his gray t-shirt to her nose, breathing deeply. It still carried the fresh clean smell of him. She loved that scent; it was uniquely Sylar.

Where was he? Claire suddenly snapped to attention, they were getting ready to leave. Without her! She flung the covers aside and barely caught sight of her underwear peeking out from under the edge of them. Smiling a little, she shoved them into her pants pocket and jammed the shoes on her feet. She took off at a jog, heading towards the hushed sound of voices coming from nearby.

Sylar's P.O.V.

Sylar woke early, loving the feel of Claire's body pressed up against his. She had managed to wrap herself around him while they slept. Just as he was considering the ways to wake her, a choking noise from the left caught his attention. A glance in its direction revealed Matt Parkman lying beside a blond woman, looking determinedly in the opposite direction.

He didn't bother to put up a block against the man; if he was reading his thoughts a few moments ago, there wouldn't be much point to it anyways. Instead, he ran a finger down her soft cheek and smiled when she nuzzled against it. He leaned low, placing his lips to the shell of her ear, whispering, "I love you, Claire."

She hummed softly and pressed herself closer, still sleeping soundly. He held her tightly and tried not to care when he heard the Petrelli's footsteps coming towards him.

"Matt," Peter greeted.

The cop nodded in acknowledgement before kissing the woman's temple and rising.

"Sylar." Nathan gritted his teeth as they stopped beside the bed. His eyes hardened as he watched Sylar slowly release Claire.

He stood up from the bed, pulling his pants on at the same time. He couldn't help but grin at the furious look Nathan threw him. The older man balled his fists and clenched his jaw.

"Nathan," Peter said calmly, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder before turning back to Sylar. "We want you to look over our plans. We're leaving in a few hours."

Sylar nodded and waited for them to lead the way.

"You wanna put on a shirt?" Nathan snipped, looking pointedly at his bare chest.

Sylar let his eyes slide down to Claire, where she had curled on her side. "No. I think I'll leave it where it's at." He barely resisted the urge to lean down and run a hand through her hair. That's when he saw a pair of underwear dangling off the edge of the bed. Casually, he flicked his fingers, tucking the material under the blanket while simultaneously covering the chin.

"I got a spare," Peter said, pulling his brother way. "Let's go."

Sylar followed, intrigued by Peter's apparent acceptance of his…relationship with the man's niece.

After a quick run through of the big plan, Sylar found and pointed out several potential flaws. It wasn't long before he grew bored. The 'troops' were gathering and he knew he had to wake Claire up soon. He wanted her by his side the entire morning preparing but he knew he had to limit the argument time available to her fathers. The longer they had to talk about it, the greater the chance of a fight erupting. Claire was going with him, period. He didn't need permission.

"Hello," a small voice whispered from beside him. He looked down to see Kerrie standing very closely to him.

"Hello," he responded carefully. Though he felt the hunger for her ability, it wasn't too hard to ignore. "Where's your mother?"

Kerrie smiled and pointed across the room to where her mother stood with a copy of the little girl. "Mommy said don't talk to you. Jenny said you're bad. Are you?"

He opened his mouth for the natural affirmative response, but stopped to really consider the question. He still had nasty impulses but he was controlling them. He felt more in control than he had since discovering his ability. Tilting his head, he considered. "I'm not sure anymore."

"Mommy said you want to hurt me." She blinked large brown eyes at him.

With a sigh, he knelt down beside her. He took in the gaze that seemed to be much too knowledgeable of such things. "Can I be honest with you?" She nodded, hands playing with a bow on her shirt. "Sometimes I want to hurt you." He paused, watching her eyes dampen. "But I'm not going to."

"Promise?"

"…Yes." He waited seeing a smile begin to form and brighten her pretty face. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Yes!" She grabbed his hand and he forced himself to remove her grip gently.

"I don't want to be bad anymore." Her smile grew even bigger and she bounced on her toes. "Remember, it's a secret."

She nodded seriously and pretended to zip her lips shut and throw away the key. "Uh oh. Mommy wants all of me."

"Then you'd better go." He was glad he didn't kill the kid; he was beginning to like her.

"Sylar!" Claire called from across the room, drawing stares. He stood as Kerrie raced to join her bodies. He saw the moment her eyes landed on him, the tension on her face eased and she made her way over to him. He grinned when he noticed she was still wearing his shirt. "Hey," she greeted, brushing her fingers against his hand.

"Claire." He ran a hand over her hair and down her back, lingering on her waist.

"Alright people, we have ten minutes before we leave. Now's the time for goodbye's," Noah announced. He immediately moved over to his daughter. He glared at Sylar's hand, resting on her hip. "Claire, we'll be back before you know it." He pulled her into a hug and away from Sylar.

"Dad, I'm-" she began but was interrupted by a newcomer.

"Don't worry, Claire. We'll all come back." Nathan held her by the upper arms. He looked like he wanted to embrace her, but wasn't confident about how he'd be received. Again, she started to speak but was stopped by another hug.

"Stay here and stay safe," Peter said softly in her ear.

"I can't," Claire burst out before someone else had a chance to stall her.

"Now Claire-" Nathan began.

"Claire, please-" Noah spoke at the same time. Peter merely sighed and released her.

"I'm going with you."

"No," Noah and Nathan chimed in together.

"Yes. Sylar's wants me there and I want to be there. I'm going to make sure he's able to get the job done."

"Two furious glares were then directed at him. "It's not his choice," Bennett growled.

"Of course it is, Noah," Sylar stated casually. "She's my responsibility now. And I want to keep her where I can protect her."

"She's my daughter! That makes her my responsibility." His eyes blazed behind his glasses.

"You're wrong."

"We don't have time for this," Peter rubbed his neck.

"I'm sure that's no coincidence." Noah was obviously itching to grab his gun. "Matt!"

"Yeah?" Parkman answered from a few feet away.

"I'm sorry to do this, Claire. Matt, tell her how Sylar really feels about her. He's using her and she needs to know."

"I don't think he is," Matt replied awkwardly, trying to keep his voice low. "I listened randomly all night long, just like you asked. I haven' t found any ulterior motives. He's in love with her."

"That's ridiculous," Nathan dismissed.

"But that's just it, it makes perfect sense to both of them."

"Go deeper," Noah instructed.

Matt shook his head. "I can only go as far as he lets me."

"Go ahead. I won't block you." Sylar crossed his arms and waited for the invasion.

"Later." Peter stepped between them. "We have to go now."

"She stays here." Noah hauled her to the side by her arm.

"Then so do I." Sylar moved beside her.

"Or we could all stop pretending I'm not even here, and go take care of the Division before our window closes," Claire huffed.

"Fine. But this is not over," Noah said through gritted teeth.