Claire cursed into Sylar's chest.
His arms were wrapping around her so tightly that she felt as if he'd never let her go. The warmth was intoxicating, the comfort he gave while they were in Italy came flashing back into her mind. She finally willed herself to push herself away.
He let her go, much to her surprise. By the look on his face, his was surprised by his own action.
She walked over to the front door and opened it slowly.
"Where are you going?"
"The day is beautiful, I think I am going to garden a bit."
Claire stared outside, her focus dazing off to another dimension.
Sylar chuckled for a moment.
"Avoiding the direction of this conversation. How very Bennett of you."
His words cut into her heart. She gave him a serious face.
"I am not avoiding anything. I just don't have anything to say to your confession, Sylar. What do you want for me? I don't feel the way you do. I don't know if I ever will."
She moved outside and shutting the door carefully. She had tried to keep her tone extremely light and away from being harsh. Rejection is always harsh no matter how you spin it.
Claire could hear glass breaking within the cottage.
She sighed to herself. She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach.

Hurting Sylar wasn't the best way to mend bridges, but she was always going to be truthful.
As Claire moved across the front garden, searching for her shovel, she felt a chill across her back. The weather was perfectly lovely, but she felt uneasy.

Associating it with her interaction with Sylar, Claire began to overturn an empty plot, loosening the soil.

The chill ran over her back again.
She raised her eyes up to see Peter standing in the far distant, just beyond her stone wall.
Her entire body stilled.
Peter wasn't alone.
Behind him, it looked like maybe 200 hundred soldiers, who stood silently. Weapons and lethal glares being held in her direction. She stood up straight.
Peter began to walk towards her, his soldiers unmoving.
Claire froze in place, unable to move.
Peter moved slowly towards her. Her heart began to race as his scarred face moved closer. He had aged, but his aging suited him. She really did look like his niece now.
When he finally stood right in front of her, he smiled his classic grin at her.
"Claire."
Claire couldn't read his intention.
"Peter, What are you doing here?"
Peter looked a bit bashful at her question, making a weird clicking noise with his mouth. He was chastising her.
"Well, I know I promised to leave you alone, forget what you've done to me. What you father did to me. But I guess I can't quite let things go like you can."
Claire felt a growing rage build in her.
She squared up to him, feeling power regain in her bones.
"You think I'm afraid of you?"
Peter's eyes narrowed at her gleaming green ones.
"No, but you should be scared of me."
Claire's hands began to crackle with electricity.
"Well, Uncle Peter, I've taken down larger armies than the one you've assembled here. I've taken you down even faster than that."
Peter kept a cool smile on his face.
Claire moved before Peter could raise his hands, she grabbed his chest. She released as many volts of electricity into his chest. Peter growled underneath the shocks, but pulled her off him with a super strength. He tossed her into the stone wall, her body cracked in a strange way.

Claire grunted, but looked up to see Peter in the air grasping at an invisible grip on his neck.
Sylar was standing just below him.
"Peter, What a pleasant surprise."
Claire slowly stood, and looked at the Army that Peter had brought with him. They had their weapons raised, but fear in their eyes.
Claire realized that Peter didn't know that Sylar was here. He hadn't taken him into account.

Peter kicked his legs, gasping for air.
Claire spoke before she could think, she gripped the ground tightly as she said it.
"Sylar, drop him."
Sylar tore his eyes away from Peter, giving her a perplexed look. He loosened his grip, but kept Peter in the air.
"Claire, are you crazy? He came here to kill you. I can read it on his smug face."
Claire stood slowly up, eyeing the army that was ready to unleash lead into the three of them.
"Sylar, We have a situation. The army?"
Sylar glanced back at the soldiers, unaffected.
"I've seen bigger, besides, wasn't this once your speciality? Destroying armies."
Claire ran her hand through her hair.

"Once. But I don't do that anymore."
Sylar looked back at Peter.
"Pete, he probably realized that. Huh? That Claire is all one with nature and drinking the koolaid of peace. Why not take your revenge? She might kill you, but you figured the army would give her pause?"
Claire stared at Peter's snarling face, his eyes never broke with Sylar's. She could read the frustration. Peter had believed that Sylar was either not alive or far from here.
Claire directed her questions at Peter, who could only glance at her while being dangled in the air.
"Why Peter? Why now? After all this time?"

Peter gurgled out an answer. Claire shot a look at Sylar to loosen his grip more so on Peter's neck. He reluctantly obliged.
"Because someone needed to pay."

Peter began to gain his voice again.
"You think that your actions have no consequences, that you can just isolate yourself away from them. Play house with your boogeyman? You took years from my life, you went against me."
Claire stared at him in disbelief. Was Peter truly this one dimensional?

"How can you be so unaware?"
Claire gritted her teeth as she spoke.
"You forget so much that you did to me, that you left me first. You made me choose that life and I had to fight, scramble and you let me get there."
Claire's voice suddenly became very different than any other voice that Sylar and Peter had ever heard. It was dark, unforgiving, and mocking. She held her self with utter confidence.
"I put the two of you away so I could get the job done, by any means. My terms. My rules. It brought the world to its knees, only to be built back up. If you and Sylar had succeeded, the world would still be on its knees. I am not the enemy, Peter, I'm just what you could never be."
The words cut deep into Peter and it physically showed on his face. Sylar stood silently and stoic. This was a side of Claire he had never seen.

Claire very slowly, yet looking powerful, turned to the army. She picked up the shovel that she had dropped. With careful steps, she moved out of the yard, closer to the army. The army was anxious and unsure of what to do.
Claire very daintily placed her had on the metal part of the shovel.

Electricity erupted out of her hand, onto the metal shovel, but bouncing off into the army. It was shaped almost in a form of a wall, and moved quicker than an eye blink. The men did not have a chance. A few guns were fired in surprise, but none struck Claire. Claire held the electricity wave for much longer that she needed to, the smell of burning flesh encompassed the field.
She turned back to see Sylar with a devilish grin on his face, and Peter with a shocked one.
"Peter, Welcome to Scotland."