(A/N) Hey sorry for not updating in so long. But don't worry; I had a dream a few nights ago that will keep this fic running for a while. Promise.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own heroes or anything related to it. If I did there would be some things I would change.
Chapter 3:
(Claire's POV)
My eyes were still shut; my arms in front of them to shield them from the blinding light that had surrounded me. For a while I felt as if I was floating, like a feather caught in the breeze. I found the feeling exhilarating more than anything. However, that feeling soon ended when I felt my feet hit the ground. A soft chuckle made its way to my ears.
"Well done Claire. You did better than I expected." Sylar said raising his hands in praise towards me from a chair across the room.
"What the hell was that?" I asked hysterically.
"Why you just teleported my dear." Sylar replied with a sly grin, his fingers laced over one another.
I felt as though someone slapped me in the face. "I what?"
"Teleported-to transfer or transmit instantaneously without physically traversing the space in between but rather by psychic or advanced technological means or to transport by dematerializing at one point and assembling at another. In short, you moved from one place to another without physically moving there." Sylar grinned, "One of the many new powers you will come to know."
I froze, "New power? So now I can teleport."
"Exactly, but you need to learn control first. You won't just master them immediately, it takes time."
I placed my hands on my hips, a flirty grin on my face, "Oh, and who's gonna teach me?"
He stood up from his chair and walked over to me. As soon as he was close enough, he placed his hands on my shoulders and with a smirk he said, "Why, me my dear, who else can teach you as well as I?"
I looked at him and he looked at me, his black eyes staring into mine and I felt as if he was looking into my soul. I was no longer afraid of this man, who used to be a monster in my eyes. I couldn't remember when my preference for him changed but it didn't matter. I smiled at him, "No one, only you."
(Normal POV) Hospital
A bright, blinding white light filled the room, forcing Noah, Nathan, and Peter to cover their eyes. A gently heat could be felt radiating from the light, but when the warmth disappeared the lowered their arms and opened their eyes. They knew that Claire would no longer be standing in the room, but they were baffled as to how she got away. Mohinder stood out in the hall looking through the glass. He wore the same look as the other three men, unaware as to how the regenerating cheerleader managed to vanish into thin air.
Nathan's baffled expression soon turned into a scowl. He turned around and pointed at Mohinder, "Suresh, what the hell just happened?"
Mohinder stood there for a moment before joining them in the room, running his hands through his hair. "I don't know."
"Claire can regenerate and that's it." Peter said calmly.
Nathan glared at his brother, "If that's all she can do that how in the world did she just vanish into thin air? Can any of you explain that?"
Mohinder stood there for a moment, a perplexed look on his face as he chomped on his thumbnail. He threw his hands up in the air before letting them fall to his sides. "Honestly," he paused to look at the three men, "I have no idea. I don't even have an unsystematic guess as to how she did that. The only way to find out how she did that is to find her and run tests, but I highly doubt that I am going to be able to do that since we have no idea where she went!"
Peter stood stiff as a board, staring at the spot where Claire had disappeared deep in thought. Then his eyes light up, he had an idea. "What about that little girl?"
Nathan gave him a look as if he was asking him if he was crazy, "What in the world are you babbling about?"
"That girl that helped us find Sylar, the tracking system?" Peter looked at Noah for an answer, but Mohinder was the one that spoke, "Molly."
"Who?" Nathan asked feeling slightly out of the loop.
Mohinder looked at him, "Molly Walker, her power is that she thinks about someone and she can tell you where they are, but she is still not 100 better."
"Can't you make her better? You are a doctor aren't you?" Peter asked skeptically.
"Well, she is in the process of becoming better, but every time she uses her powers she becomes weak again." Mohinder looked at Peter with concern. He didn't want to use Molly unless they were extremely desperate, but the look in Peter's eye said he couldn't wait for Molly to get better. Mohinder sighed, "Please Peter, just give us a day or two to find Claire, if we can't then and only then, we will use Molly. Do we have a deal?" Mohinder held out his hand towards Peter. Peter gazed at Mohinder's hand before taking it in his and nodding his head.
Sylar and Claire stood side by side, looking into a cloud like a crystal ball that showed them everything that had just transpired between the four men, an evil smirk on Sylar's face.
"Well we'll just have to keep moving then. However, let's give them clues to help find you. Keep them on their toes. What do you think?" Sylar wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
Claire gave an evil smile, placing her hand over his, "I'd like that. I'd like that very much."
Sorry it took me a few days to update. I had writers block. :P Thanks to all the lovely people who reviewed. I hope to come up with chapter 4 soon. I start school next week and I am working on another fanfic, well, revising an old one. Sooo you know the drill, R&R also I wont post the next chapter until I get more reviews.