Disclaimer : I do not own Heroes or any of the characters. I just really like the show.

A/N: Thank you for your kind reviews. I know the summary is really bad. Meh. It's the story that counts, right? Also, if someone wouldn't mind looking over my chapters before I post them I'd greatly appreciate it. Preferrably someone who watches the show. Fresh eyes are always a good thing. :) With that being said, I hop you enjoy.

The lights were whizzing past the windows as the train sped through one of the many underground tunnels. Claire's mind wasn't on this train ride. Nor was it on the few cheap books she had bought on her afternoon outing. No. Claire was remembering how just slightly over a week ago her life was thrown into even more turmoil than it already was in.

"Claire! This way!" a voice she had never heard before yelled at her.

Slowly, but surely, her feet and body started running when just a few moments ago they would not. The sight of the only father she had ever known was sprawled out on the ground and had shaken her to the core.

"Claire… please… I'm your father…" He had reached out to her. His only daughter.

He had always been good to her, right? So why, why had she turned her back on him to run with this man she had never met before?

Why? It had been her gut reaction. Deep down Claire had known that this was not the man she had thought of as her father for her whole life. He was different. His whole demeanour had changed when the four men had come for her. And for some reason she trusted them more than she had ever really trusted her father. Even before she had found out that it was he who had found the video she and Zach had made of her death defying stunts.

In that split second decision to go with the man she now knew as Isaac, she knew she had made the right choice. Claire still felt rather guilty for leaving her father crying out for her help but she shook the feeling away and looked over at her new saviour, Peter Petrelli.

Peter wasn't paying attention to the girl that he was supposed to be protecting. At this moment his mind was somewhere else. On Simone. She hadn't been too pleased when the decision was made that Claire would be staying with Peter. And Isaac hadn't been too pleased with Simone's reaction. His life was just one big disappointment to those around him. He sighed.

The announcement of their stop jarred both heroes back to the current reality.

"Claire." Peter said aloud to make sure she knew to get off with him.

"Peter." She replied just to make sure he knew that she was getting off with him.

"Yeah?" He asked. Clearly he did not realise that she was gently mocking him.

"Nothing."

"Okay."

Claire and Peter emerged onto a busy sidewalk sprinkled with leaves and garbage. They walked in silence side by side for the two and a half blocks to Peter's apartment building. Neither spoke on the elevator ride up to their floor. And neither spoke on the walk down the narrow, dimly lit hallway. Once inside Claire helped Peter put away the few groceries they could afford and then disappeared into the bedroom she now called her own. Peter paused for a moment before he pulled out the last item he had bought. He had to sneak away while Claire was distracted looking at books to pick up the gift. It was perfect. Just what she would want. At least, he hoped it would be what she would like since he hadn't known her all that long. It would bring out her eyes. The two things he had noticed about her first. Now it was her smile. But her eyes, icy and cold, always gave him slight shivers when she looked at him.

He walked quietly down to her room and took a small breath before he knocked.

"Come in." Claire's muffled voice said from the other side.

Peter slowly opened the door.

"Hey. I, uh, I got you something. A present. Nothing big. I just, uh, I noticed you needed one." He stuck out the thinly wrapped gift.

"Oh, Peter…" Claire was clearly taken aback.

She gently unwrapped the tissue paper from the present. It was a plain stainless steel picture frame. Perfect for the photo of Claire and her mother. On the top right hand corner there was a small S.

"What's the 'S' for?" Claire asked.

"Super Girl." Peter replied with a small smile.

Claire returned his smile and got off the bed to give him a hug.

"Thank you, Peter."

"It's nothing. I just thought it would make it more like home here."

"Thank you." She repeated and gently squeezed him in her arms.

Peter breathed her in and swallowed hard. He let go first.

"What do you want for dinner?" He asked her.

"I'm not really that hungry. I think I'll just have a sandwich or something later."

"Okay. Just let me know if you need anything."

"Okay."

Claire watched him leave the room and then quickly transferred the photo into the new frame. She smiled as she looked at it. 'Super Girl'. She could get used to that. But if it was only Peter who called her it.