Chapter Two


Author's Note: I accidently deleted the first chapter so when I reposted, I went ahead and put this one up too. I've modified the plot line a little bit because I have discovered that I am not very good at writing three way sex and have figured out that should just stick to what I know instead of trying to write what I think three way sex would be like. Hopefully, you'll still like the story when it gets to that point. Hope you enjoy.

Warning: Slight sexual content. Nothing graphic.


They woke her when they got to Albuquerque and she found herself sitting in the parking lot of what looked like a strip mall. "Well princess, let's go." Sylar said as he opened his door and got out. She glared at him for a moment before turning to Elle.

"Just get me some things. We're the same size."

"Are you sure?" the older girl asked and Claire nodded. "Alright. We'll be back in a few minutes."

There was a Victoria's Secret, an American Eagle, a Charlotte Russe, and a WalMart. And, as much as she would love to go in and shop, she knew she couldn't. She couldn't become like them—someone who would steal and kill to get by. She still had her morals. She wouldn't let those be taken away too.

Claire hated this whole situation. She hated that a girl she called her friend was dating the psychopath that cut her head open. She hated that she wasn't at home with her family. She hated that she had to run for her life. And, most of all, she hated that it was because of her fathers that she had to do it. In her mind, Claire wanted to justify what Nathan had done and she wanted to justify that her dad was helping him do it. But, she couldn't. For all of his badness, Sylar never pretended to be anything. He had always been honest with her. And, that was something she never got from either one of her dads.

Lost in her thoughts, she hadn't kept track of the time. She didn't realize that it had been almost half an hour before Elle and Sylar exited the building with four large duffel bags and two coolers.

"Get enough?" She asked and Elle smiled big and nodded.

"Wait until you see the outfit I got for you. You're going to love it."

"Sure." She couldn't help but smile at her friend. Elle reminded her of a child at Christmas sometimes, and Claire had to wonder what sort of Christmas' she had had as a child locked away in the old Primatech building.

"Don't worry Claire-bear; we left some money to cover it." Sylar sneered using her fathers' nickname for her.

"Well, wasn't that thoughtful."

The ride to the hotel was an easy one, and Claire kept her mind occupied while Sylar went into the lobby. She knew what he was doing, and she didn't want to dwell on it. They couldn't afford to be seen, but they couldn't risk sleeping in a car either. It was only moments later when he returned with a key.

"We're the only ones here tonight." He said and drove them around the building to find the room he had picked. It was nice. Nicer than she had expected it to be. There were two beds and a fairly large bathroom. In the corner was a small table with the ice bucket on it, a television sat on the dresser, and the lights hung on the walls. "I'm taking a shower." He called and was in the bathroom with one of the duffels before they could respond.

With a sigh she went to sit by Elle who said, "Come on, I'll show you all the stuff we got."

While they were going through the things, Claire realized that they had thought of everything. Other than clothes, enough to last for two weeks, there were three bottles of shampoo—one for each of them, razors, soap, toothbrushes, toothpaste, hair brushes, hair ties, and a lot of other small things they would need. The ex-cheerleader had to wonder how many times they had done this. They had also gotten food. Their snacks from the convenient store wouldn't last them long, but now they had all kinds of things like fruit and vegetables, crackers, cookies, canned pasta, water, soda, and even her favorite kind of orange juice. They had gotten plastic silverware too. They weren't the worst people to travel with.

When Sylar emerged from the bathroom, steam billowing out, he was wearing a pair of cotton lounge pants. His feet were bare as was his chest, and Claire had to force herself not to notice his attractiveness. "Um, I'm going to get a shower." She stammered and caught his smirk. Grabbing her bag and other necessities, she practically ran into the bathroom.


Elle was an early riser. Always had been. It was something that was a mandate at the Company and by her father. So, when she woke as the sun was coming up, it wasn't a surprise. Kissing her boyfriend on the cheek softly and smiling as he twitched slightly in his sleep, she got up from the bed and made her way to the bathroom. She never thought in a million years that she would be with Gabriel. But, she found herself falling in love with him a little more each day.

At first, it had hurt her when she realized his obsession with Claire. He wanted her for more than just her ability. And, Elle didn't know how to deal with. But, being around Claire again made her understand. Claire was addictive. Growing up, Elle had never even had a friend much less a boyfriend, and she didn't know how to share. But, it was hard to be mad at Gabriel when she was fighting her own attraction to the younger blonde.

Her thoughts kept her busy as she methodically washed her hair and shaved her legs. The shower was quick and she hated it, but they needed to get back on the road. If they could make it to Canada, like they had planned last night, then they would at least be safe to walk into a store. She had a feeling that they would always be running from the government. She dried her hair with the hotel issued blow dryer and slipped into the new black lacy bra and panty set she had gotten from Victoria's Secret. Her morning routine was ritual, something that she wasn't willing to break. Shower, hair, lingerie, make up, clothes.

When she came out of the bathroom, her Gabriel and Claire were still sound asleep. She woke him first; knowing that he would want to make sure everything was set to go. She loved the look her gave her when he saw the short shorts she was wearing and the plain black tank top. She almost blushed when he looked her up and down, carefully licking his lips at her long tanned legs. "As much as I would love to do what you're thinking right now, we need to get going." She murmured and kissed him lightly before sitting to put her tennis shoes on.

When he sighed, she knew that he knew she was right. When she had finished with her shoes, she woke Claire. Claire, who was obviously a heavy sleeper, was a lot harder to wake up than Gabriel. But finally, the teenager drug herself out of the bed and got dressed. Her clothes were almost identical to Elle's, with the exception that the tank top was white and so were the shoes as opposed to the black that the older girl wore. Elle couldn't help but notice the symbolism in that. She was wearing black, the color associated with villains. While her counterpart wore white, the color of heroes. And yet, they were on the same side.


"No? Really?" Elle exclaimed.

"Yes. Really. I promise." Claire giggled from the backseat. "I really faked my death so that I could freak her out."

"So Pom-pom's not all good." Elle smiled.

"I guess we all have some bad in us somewhere." Claire agreed.

"Okay, favorite memory." Elle said quickly and with a laugh.

"Um." The younger girl thought hard. "Probably seeing Jackie's face the day that I won homecoming queen." She couldn't think about the rest of the events of homecoming though. "She hated it because I got voted in by all the outcasts that didn't like her. The ones that normally didn't vote."

"Why did they vote for you?" Sylar questioned.

"I guess because I had been spending a lot of time with this guy named Zach. It was right after my ability manifested and he was the only one who knew about it. Anyways, Jackie was awful to him and I stood up to her when she was insulting him. I guess they thought that was cool."

"A cheerleader standing up for a geek. Never thought I'd see that." He said sadly and Claire couldn't help but wonder why.

"Your turn Sylar. What's your favorite memory?"

His eyebrows knitted together in thought. Sharing personal memories with her wasn't his idea of a good time, but he remembered Elle asking him to play nice, and for her, he would. "I was ten and my father had just walked out on my mom and me. I was upset about it because I had found his note. I thought that I wasn't good enough." He paused and looked in the rearview mirror, catching her eyes. "We didn't have a lot of money then, but my mom wanted to cheer me up so she took me down the street to this old ice cream shop. I remember sitting there for hours with her just eating ice cream and talking. It made me forget."

Claire fought the wave of compassion that flowed through her body at his story. She couldn't imagine not having a father. Even if the two she had weren't 'father of the year' material. "Did you ever find your real dad?" she asked him when she remembered the night Primatech burned down.

She didn't miss the look he shot at Elle before he responded. "Yeah." And that was all she got as a reply before he pulled into a gas station. It was nearing lunch time and they had already been on the road for five hours. They were trying to make it into Idaho before they stopped for the night. The sooner they got to Canada the better. "Stay here. I'm going to go find us another car."

Translation: I'm going to go steal us another car and then kill the clerk and take the cash.

She was getting to good at reading him and they had only been together for less than forty-eight hours. "I take it his dad wasn't what he was expecting." She said to Elle and the older blonde shook her head.

"I think it scared him. The old man was alone and dying of cancer. He was so cynical and saying that people were nothing but a disappointment. Then he tried to kill Gabriel when he found out that he had your ability."

"What happened?"

"I electrocuted him and Gabriel was able to pull the rod out of his chest and heal."

"Did he kill him?"

"No." That surprised Claire. "He just left him there. To wallow in his own misery." Claire was even more curious now. "I don't think he wants to be alone."

"Maybe he should have thought about that before he started killing everyone." Claire wanted to keep hating him.

Elle turned around in her seat and looked hard at Claire. "Look, you don't know anything about what made him a killer. Just,"

"Then tell me!" Claire yelled, fed up with hearing those words.

"You don't want to know Claire."

"Yes I do." She whispered.

With a deep breath, Elle told her how Gabriel—the watchmaker—tried to hang himself after he killed for the first time. How he couldn't control that hunger that came along with his ability and how he didn't understand it. She told the younger girl how she had saved his life only to trick him into killing again. And, she told her Noah's part in all of it. When the story was finished, Claire looked appalled and saddened as another heartstring between her and her father was cut. "Does he know all of that?"

"Yes." She replied. "It was hard for him to trust me when he found me in Pinehurst. But, he helped me. He made my ability stop misfiring and hurting me. He learned to take abilities without killing. It was the one thing Arthur gave him."

"Arthur? My grandfather?" Elle nodded. "He told Sylar that he was his real father didn't he? Like Angela did?" Again the girl nodded. "That's why my dad tried to make him think that you knew who his real parents were the day of the eclipse, right? He wanted to turn you two against each other."

"And, he almost did. But, then the Japanese guy showed up and we ended up on a beach. We talked and I told him about a woman who had the ability to know when someone was telling a lie." She paused and looked at Claire. "I told him that if I was lying then he could kill me but that I wanted him to know the truth."

"So he got he power and found out you weren't lying. That's when he went to Pinehurst and killed Arthur when Peter couldn't do it. And then he went to Primatech. That's where my mom died."

"Yeah. He didn't want that to happen. He didn't think that your dad would let her die."

"He obviously doesn't know my dad to well." She muttered darkly.

Before their conversation could continue, Sylar pulled up beside them in a silver Dodge truck. Quickly, they moved their stuff into the new vehicle. Claire's eyes softened when they found his and she let her hand trail across his arm. He was a monster, but then again, so was her family.

And then, they were back on the highway.


The rest of the drive to Idaho was a long one. They took turns driving and resting only stopping once more to get gas. It was almost midnight when they got to the new hotel. And again, Claire tried hard not to think about the fact that Sylar was killing the man in the lobby.

Their routine was set. Sylar showered. Claire showered. Then they watched the news to see if they were still on. Sylar would find some boring program on the history channel and she and Elle would talk. But tonight, unlike last night, Elle and Sylar slowed down enough to show each other some affection. It was an odd thing to see it coming from Sylar when she stepped out of the bathroom. His hand was cupping her face as she sat on his lap. He was telling her that they would be okay and she smiled before she kissed him.

Claire felt like she was intruding as she watched him lay her back on the bed and kiss her fully. And then, her breath caught when his eyes looked up at her while his lips continued to move with Elle's. She felt like a dear in the headlights. Normally, Claire wasn't a clumsy person, but when she turned around to quickly to head back into the bathroom she tripped over her own feet and her head hit the countertop.

She was mortified as her friend rushed to her side and helped her up. The gash healed quickly and Elle shook her head before using a wet washcloth to clean the blood. Sylar simply sat on the bed with a smirk.

She hated him.


Claire arched her back so she could press closer to the lips trailing soft kisses down her stomach. A moan escaped her throat as those lips came in contact with her most sensitive area. She opened her eyes and looked down to find Elle there pleasuring her body in ways that no one had done before. She moaned the older blonde's name.

And then, there was someone behind her. Someone, whose large hands were kneading at her breasts and whose mouth was nibbling at her neck. Turning her head slightly, she found herself kissing Sylar. And, she didn't want to stop. She moaned into his mouth as Elle hit a particular sensitive spot with her tongue.

Her world was swimming and she silently thanked God that Sylar's mouth was on hers when Elle drove her over the edge. Her scream was muffled as she lifted her hips and felt her body convulse. And then, his lips were on her earlobe. Suckling it as if it were candy. And when he spoke, she melted.

"Wake up." He whispered and the oddness of his request caused her to pull back from him. "Wake up." He said again.

"Wake up Sleeping Beauty." He said louder and the teenager opened her eyes to find Sylar in her face trying to wake her.

"I'm awake." She said shrilly and prayed that she hadn't made any noises during her dream. Her unusual erotic dream.

Laughing, he moved back from her and continued getting their things together. With a red face, she moved to the bathroom and pulled off her shorts and tee shirt and changed into a pair of jeans and a different tank top. When she had finished her morning routine, she exited the bathroom and threw her bag at a smirking Sylar. With another laugh he left the room to put it in the truck.

She hated him.

"Sweet dreams?" her friend asked from behind her with a smirk.

"Shut up." She hissed. "I don't want to talk about it."

With a huge grin, Elle stepped closer to her. Bringing her mouth mere centimeters from the younger girl, she spoke, "It doesn't have to be a dream you know."

Before Claire could respond though, Sylar rushed into the room and used his telekinesis to throw the table through the back of the wall. "What the hell?" Claire asked and received no other response except Sylar grabbing her arm and shoving her and Elle out of the room. "What's going on?" she tried again.

"Shut up and move." He hissed as he opened the door of a small supply closet. Elle got in first, with her back to the wall and then pulled Claire in. The room was so small that when Sylar squeezed in, Claire found herself squished between Sylar's hard body and Elle's soft one. She held her breath and tried not to think about it because her body was still highly sensitive from the dream.

But then Sylar pushed her head down to where it was laying on Elle's chest and she had to adjust her position by bringing up one of her legs to wrap around the girls waist which did nothing but allowed her to feel Sylar pressed into her backside. Extremely turned on, she tried to make out the noises coming from outside the door.

"If they open this door," he whispered, "You light them up and I'll send them flying. Then you two run and get the truck." He finished and they both nodded their heads.

But the men never opened the door. And, when Sylar thought that it was safe to exit he opened the door. Quickly, they made their way to the truck. Once they were on the road, he exploded. "How the fuck do they keep finding us!" he yelled to no one in particular.

And then Claire's phone rang.

And she winced.

He glared hard at her and pulled the phone out of her shaking hands. It was her dad. "Are you a part of this?" he asked her and she yelped as he grabbed her wrist.

"No." she whispered. He seemed satisfied with that because he let her go and handed her the phone.

"Answer it. Find out what they know."

"Hello?" she said with as much bravado as she could muster.

"Miss Bennet. How nice of you to answer." It wasn't her father. It was Danko. She put the phone on speaker.

"What did you do to my dad?" she hissed.

"Oh, him? He's tucked away safely until we have you in custody." He said and she could practically hear the cockiness oozing from his mouth. "You and your companions that is." She looked up at Sylar and Elle.

"You're not going to catch us. You can keep trying and trying, but it's not going to happen."

"Is that right? Well, my team of agents that have you surrounded say otherwise." And then he hung up. Panic filled her eyes as she looked at Sylar and Elle again. Shaking his head, he grabbed a gun from the glove compartment and shoved it into her hand.

"Don't hesitate or they'll have you." He said and opened the door. Following his lead, she and Elle got out of the truck. Within minutes the van was speeding towards them.

With a flick of his wrist, Sylar sent the van flying. But, it didn't stop the agents from filing out when it hit the ground. Together, Elle and Sylar threw volt after volt of electricity at them. She felt helpless. They were holding them off and doing a damn good job of it, but she knew that there were more agents. She turned around quickly, it suddenly occurring to her that they could come from that direction too. And they did. Raising the gun and firing before she could think about it, she watched the man whom she hit fall to the ground before his tranquilizer could leave his hand. Sylar turned around then having finished off all but one of the agents on the other side and leaving that one to Elle. There were more of them on this side, and Claire prayed that he had a plan.

He turned back around and used his telekinesis to pick the van up from where he had sent it flying earlier and threw it at the group of agents that were coming closer to them. Right before it hit them, he sent a volt of electricity at it, causing it to explode. Claire didn't know if they were dead or not, but he had bought them some time. "Let's go." He ordered and they ran back to the truck before speeding off past the few agents remaining alive. "Give me your phone." He hissed in anger. With shaking hands she gave it to him and watched as he shocked it. "Change of plans. We're going to Mexico."


End Chapter Two.