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… Although feeling less uneasy about the upcoming party, Amber wanted to confide in someone else…someone female. Knowing that Victoria could more than likely be offended by her lack of trust in her, Amber decided to give Claire a call…

… Claire sat in the break room of the comic book store she worked at, sipping a frappuccino when she heard her phone ring. Her father had previously mentioned plans of going to New York to talk to her grandmother, so she wasn't expecting a call.

Picking up her phone, she saw the number and frowned…what did Amber want?

"Hello?" she answered, looking around to make sure her co-workers weren't in sight. "Amber?"

"Claire" the voice on the other end said tentatively "I need to talk to you"

"Is there anything wrong?" Claire asked, her tone becoming serious "Is Sylar hurting you?"

"No" was the reply "It's something else…You see, my friend Victoria invited me to her lavish birthday party in Edmonton. Gabri and I are going but I feel uneasy about it…something doesn't feel right"

"Hmm, I see what you mean" she commented, sipping her frappuccino "Do you think that you will be ambushed?"

"Yes" Amber said quickly "By the poiice. It seems like Victoria is desperate for me to attend this birthday party"

A plan formulated in Claire's mind as she thought about Amber's words.

"Amber" she said, suddenly deciding to call in a friend of hers to help "I'm going to call a friend of mine….he has a special power like us and might be able to see what is going on…he might even be able to let us know what is going to happen"

"Okay" Amber agreed, sounding relieved "I will expect your call back. Her party is tomorrow night…hopefully he can find some information out for me"

"I will see what we can do" she promised "I'll talk to you soon"

With that, she hung up. Determined to help Amber, she dialed a number memorized in her head and forever imprinted in her heart.

"Hello?"

"Hi Peter" Claire greeted him "I need your help"…

… Amber sighed in relief, putting her phone down. Talking to Claire had taken a huge weight off of her shoulders. She stood up and stretched, deciding to get dressed.

"Amber, are you awake?" she heard Sylar call from the kitchen "Breakfast is almost ready"

"I'll be right there" she called back, slipping into a tight pair of jeans and an equally tight black tank top. As she passed the dresser, she picked up an elastic band and quickly put her hair in a high ponytail.

She then sauntered into the kitchen, where Sylar was serving scrambled eggs and bacon.

"There you are" he said, as she sat at his small kitchen table "Thought you were going to sleep till noon"

"No" she replied, blushing "I was doing some stretching and yoga"

"Ahh" he said, getting the orange juice out of the refrigerator and setting it on the table. "So, what would you like to do today?"

Amber smiled, remembering what they had told each other the previous night. She felt like she was in a cuddly mood.

Sylar noticed her smile and smiled warmly himself…her smile was that infectious.

"Well" he said, after eating a mouthful of eggs "Something tells me you're in a cuddly mood"

He didn't need his ability to know that one…the blush creeping up her cheeks gave him the answer he needed…

… Peter Petrelli stood in his modest apartment, paintbrush poised as he began to tap into his adopted ability to paint the future. When his niece called that morning, he had already known about Amber from his mother and Noah Bennett and he wondered why she would help a murderer.

He had to be sworn to secrecy about Claire's involvement, and it made sense to him since Noah was fiercely protective of his adopted daughter. He knew his niece was strong and could handle anything that came her way. The past couple of years they shared together showed just that much to him. He also felt that letting Noah find out that Claire had open communication with Amber was detrimental to any progress Claire made with the fugitive.

He closed his eyes and let the power consume him. His irises turned white and he began painting furiously. His phone beeped incessantly but he kept going for a long time until the power ceased and he stood there, gazing at the finished portrait.

What he saw made his blood turn cold.

His painting was an image of a giant fireball hurtling towards what looked like a smug police officer. The fireball was being launched from a girl who could only be Amber. He gazed at the man next to her, transfixed in horrific fascination at the realization that Sylar was with her…funny how Claire didn't mention that…or maybe she didn't know…either way, this had to be brought to Noah's attention, with or without Claire's consent.

With a shaky hand, he dialed Noah's number.

"Bennett here" Noah's voice greeted him.

"Noah, it's Peter" he said urgently "We have a problem"…

… Later on that day, Amber paced around the television room, waiting for Claire's reply. Sylar had gone out for a quick while to get a new shirt for his tuxedo.

It had been a long, agonizing few hours waiting for her reply and not hearing from Claire was making things worse. She stopped her pacing and dropped to the couch, biting her nails.

"Honey, I'm home" Sylar called as he entered the apartment.

"I'm in here, Gabri" she called back, wiping the worry off her face "I was just meditating"

"I think you'll like my new shirt" he said, pleased with himself "In fact, I think you will like my tux too"

"Why don't you put it all on and model for me?" she asked, forcing herself to smile…