Chapter Three


Author's Note: Thank you for all the reviews. I'm so glad that you guys like it so far. Sadly, this is the last chapter that I had prewritten and since I have midterms, I won't be able to write another chapter until the beginning of next week. But, I promise a really awesome chapter by the end of next week. Also, I need a beta reader so if anyone would like to volunteer for the job just send me a message. And, without further ado, here is the third chapter. Enjoy.

Warning: Sexual content. Again, not too graphic since, like I said before, three way sex is not my forte.


They drove and drove and drove. The only stopped to change vehicles and get gas. Elle continually tried to make light of the situation, but Claire couldn't let it go that it was her fault they were attacked—twice. She kept telling herself that everything was going to be okay. That they were going to get out of this alive—and then she had to try and justify the reason why she wanted Sylar alive at all—but she knew that the government had an endless arsenal of resources to track them down. It could be something as simple as a camera catching them for a second and then they would be in trouble. She tried to sleep but couldn't. She tried to eat, but it tasted like ashes. She tried to think about something else, but her mind kept bringing her back to it. She just wanted to get out of the country.

She wanted to stop feeling useless.

Elle was asleep in the front seat. Her head propped against the window. Claire stared at her friend and tried to stop the flashes of her dream from floating through her mind. She had never been the type of girl to experiment. She had never even gone past kissing with a guy. But, that dream didn't feel like experimenting. As much as she hated to say it, it felt right.

"Relax Claire." She heard him say and caught his eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Kind of difficult when I'm the reason we're not out of the country."

"You didn't know that they could track your cell phone. Don't worry about it. We'll be in Mexico by tomorrow. Then we won't be wanted by the police and the government."

"Yeah, I know." She couldn't explain why his uncharacteristic niceness was getting to her.

It was after midnight before she fell asleep.


Sylar drove. He didn't want to stop—didn't want to give the agents another chance to catch up to them. Elle murmured in her sleep and he glanced over at her. He cared about her like he had only cared for one other person. And that person was dead. He wasn't quiet comfortable with her yet though. But, that had nothing to do with her. He wasn't comfortable because somehow, he always managed to hurt everything that he cared about. He didn't want to do that to her.

He knew what he felt for Elle. But, the other sleeping girl was a mystery to him. He had wanted her power from the first time he had read about it in Chandra Suresh's small apartment. He had coveted it thinking that it was the most special of all. And he was right. But, she had stood up to in a way that no other victim had. She intrigued him. And then, she hadn't begged him not to hurt her, hadn't asked for his mercy, and hadn't cried when he attacked her in her Californian home. She had fought back and accepted her loss. And then, there was the night at the Canfield house—the night that he had saved her life and she had looked him in the eye and practically spit on his attempt at reconciliation. And yet, here she was. She hadn't protested when she woke up in a car with him. She hadn't screamed or threw a fight. She had stood by his side while they fought the agents in Idaho. She had looked at him with compassion in her eyes when they had stolen the truck.

With her, he couldn't explain his feelings. He wanted to protect her. And, it was no secret how attractive she was. He wouldn't mind having her in his bed alongside Elle.

The border into Mexico was only a few miles away. There was a small town where they could cross. Luckily, Mexico wasn't as big on border control as the United States. This time when he crossed, he didn't have to worry about rednecks coming out of the woodwork and pulling guns on him. He woke the sleeping girls and told them to get changed into something more comfortable. They would be walking for a while and it was hotter here than it had been when they had left Idaho.

He unbuttoned his black shirt and shoved it into his bag before going over to Elle and kissing her while she changed from her jeans into a pair of shorts and took off the hooded sweatshirt she had been wearing leaving her in just her tank top. Pushing her up against the truck, he relished the way she moaned into his mouth. He could see Claire on the opposite side of the truck. She had been changing from her long sleeved shirt into a tank top like Elle's and a pair of shorts. But, she had turned at the wrong moment and caught Sylar with his tongue down Elle's throat. His eyes caught her and he silently invited her to join them, knowing that she wouldn't.

Pulling back with a final kiss to Elle's forehead, he walked around the truck and grabbed his duffel and the one that had all of their shampoo and stuff in it. They needed to travel as light as possible. He accidentally brushed his hand against Claire's hip and loved the way her breath hitched. With a hidden smirk, he transferred the shampoo, razors, and soap into his bag and took out his long sleeve shirts, knowing he wouldn't need them here. Claire and Elle packed their things together and he told them to keep it light. Less baggage in case they had to run.

Within thirty minutes, they were walking the last half mile into Mexico.


Claire sighed as she laid her head down on the soft pillow. It was early morning when they had gotten into Mexico without anymore problems and had stolen another car to get them to a town called Cananea about an hour away from the border town of Naco. It was nearing six in the morning before they got there. When they had pulled into the small motel, Claire had expected Sylar to do what he always did to get them a room. Instead, he shoved some money into her hands and told her to go get them one. She had been happy that he didn't kill anyone.

"Comfy Pom-pom?" Elle asked and giggled when Claire tried to nod enthusiastically and only managed to mess up her hair. She had hated that nickname once upon a time, but now, it was starting to grow on her. Claire came out of her thoughts as Elle bounded onto the bed with a shriek and proceeded to straddle the younger girl. "We're free!" she laughed happily and Claire tried hard not to be turned on.

"Almost! At least we can go into a restaurant now! I am so tired of eating in the car." Claire joined in with her giddiness. "Guess what?" Claire said conspiratorially and lifted her hands to sneakily grab the pillow behind her head.

"What?" Elle asked with a big smile that disappeared when Claire walloped her with the pillow. "Hey. No fair." The older girl cried and grabbed a pillow of her own.

The two girls continued the pillow fight with an air of happiness that they hadn't had in days. It seemed like a lifetime ago that Claire walked into the diner in Moreno Valley and yet it had only been three days—well, four really. So lost in her thoughts, Claire didn't see Elle drop the pillow and rush to tackle her onto the bed until it was too late.

Until, she was already under the girl.

"What are you going to do now, Pom-pom?" she giggled. "I've got you trap-" The younger blonde didn't let the girl finish her sentence because without thinking she lifted her head and pressed her lips to the equally soft ones of the girl above her. The kiss was soft and slow and sensual. Claire couldn't remember a better kiss in her life. Slowly, she pulled back.

"I'm sorry." She spouted immediately, thinking that the older girl would be disgusted. So, when Elle lowered her mouth back down to hers, she was surprised and even more excited.


Sylar shook his head at the laughter that filtered out of the motel room. He couldn't blame them. They might not be completely free, but they were safe—at least for now. He grabbed their bags from the old car they had stolen when they got across the border and walked back towards the room.

He wasn't quite sure what he expected to find when he opened the door. But, he knew one thing without a shadow of a doubt; he did not expect to find his girlfriend, half naked, on top of an equally undressed ex-cheerleader. He knew he should probably alert them to his presence since they obviously hadn't noticed he had come back. But, if he was honest with himself, he wanted to see this too damn much.

"What do you want Claire?" he heard his girl ask the younger blonde. Claire let a moan escape her mouth before sighing out a lustful 'you' in response to Elle's question. The older girl laughed and suckled on her earlobe. "What else do you want? Tell the truth Claire." Elle goaded.

"Sylar." She said in a near whisper.

"Are you sure?" The teenager had yet to open her eyes.

"Yes." she moaned and then shrieked as their positions were suddenly flipped. Like this, and with her eyes open, she could see Sylar standing by the door admiring them. Elle had baited her to admit that she wanted him right in front of him. It was time to make a decision. He had protected her thus far and he was always honest with her. And, there was no denying the fact that he simply looked amazing. But, did she really want to be with him, like that? It was hard to think with Elle's hands roaming her body but her lovers words from days ago ran across her mind. It doesn't have to be just a dream. Does it?

She looked at the man whom she had hated at the start of this and yet, she could find no hatred in her heart now. She wanted him. And she was tired of denying herself the things that she wanted. Before she could analyze it too much, she tilted her head in a silent invitation.

Sitting the bags down, Sylar wasted no time in accepting. Crawling onto his knees on the bed, he made his way over to Claire. "Are you sure?" he asked and she was struck by his gentlemanly tendency. She nodded. His hand cupped her face the same way that Elle's hands were cupping her breast, and then he lowered his lips to hers. Like her kiss with Elle, it was slow and soft and sensual.

In the end, that was what reeled her in.

Their bodies moved together in a symphony of moans, sighs, and pleading words. She lost track of where one ended and another began. Before she knew it, they were all divested of their clothing, and like her dream, Sylar was at her back. His hands were all over her and his mouth suckled her neck—trying in vain to mark her. Elle's long blonde locks tickled her thighs as her mouth tasted a part of Claire that no one had touched before. Their names were a litany on her lips. And as quick as that, their positions changed again. She was on her knees in front of Sylar, Elle by her side. He had a hand in each of their hair and his mouth formed a silent 'oh'. The next time their positions changed he was above her while her blonde lover was behind her. Elle leaned against the headboard, holding Claire to her and whispering words of affection in her ear. Claire had one hand intertwined with the older blonde and the other around Sylar's neck. "Are you ready?" Sylar asked her, instinctively knowing that she hadn't ever been with a man. She nodded and then he was pushing in. Claire gasped at the feeling of fullness inside of her and pulled his head down to kiss him hard then she turned her own head up to kiss her other lover as Sylar began to move inside of her.

They spent hours on that bed. Changing positions and pleasuring each other before finally collapsing together in a heap of twisted limbs and sweaty bodies.


End Chapter Three