Disclaimer : I do not own Heroes or any of the characters. I wrote this story in honour of the show and those wonderful geniuses at NBC.

A/N : I'm glad people seem to be liking it so far. Thank you Andrea who has agreed to beta my chapters. I know the story has been kind of slow, so far. But oooh, just wait. There's some goodies coming along with a higher rating

Claire splashed some water on her face. It was 3.11am and she had a killer headache. It worried her since she never, ever got headaches. She was supposed to be able to heal quickly. She never got sick. Ever. Her mother had even mentioned it to her once. Claire closed her eyes tight and wished it to go away. She opened them. Her head was still in pain.

Claire leaned over the porcelain sink and rested her elbows on the edge. She looked into the mirror and just stared at her reflection for a few moments. She had heard murmurs of a woman with an alter-ego in the mirror when Nathan last came to visit Peter. Claire had always wanted to ask Peter about the mystery woman but that would mean admitting to eavesdropping on private conversations. What if he kicked her out because she couldn't be trusted? She didn't want to risk it.

Her icy blue eyes shone right back out from her reflection. For a split second Claire thought her reflection was moving but after a few more minutes of watching the mirror she gave up.

'I guess I'm stuck with being a freak like this.' Claire thought.

She moved to turn off the light when a huge pain stung her near her left temple. She flinched and reached out for the nearest thing to steady herself. Claire took a couple of deep breaths and swallowed hard.

'Just breathe. Breathe dammit! C'mon Claire, suck it up.' She told herself.

As she turned to exit the bathroom she found Peter slowly shuffling towards her.

"What's wrong?" He asked her. He could sense something was not right with the girl.

"Nothing. It's nothing. I'm fine." She tried giving him a smile but it turned out more like a grimace.

"C'mere." Peter motioned to her. She took a few unsteady steps towards him. She balanced herself by holding onto his forearms.

"What's wrong? Is it your head?" He held her arms back but not too tightly. She still seemed very fragile to him which was rather odd seeing as how she was practically indestructible.

Claire gently nodded.

"I never get headaches. I've never even gotten sick or anything! It hurts really bad. Really, really bad." Tears were forming in her eyes.

"It's ok. It'll be ok." He shushed his super girl. Peter helped Claire back to her bed and lay her down. "Stay here." He told her and disappeared into the next room.

Claire lay still. Maybe if she didn't move the pain would subside. But it didn't. Peter came back into the room. He had brought two small tablets, a glass of water and a damp cloth hanging over his arm for her. He was concerned.

"Okay," He put the glass down on the small nightstand. "Take these." Peter handed the two small Tylenol to the poor girl.

Claire gladly popped them both in her mouth and swallowed them down without needing a sip of water.

"Thanks. I would've got them myself but I didn't know where they were and you were sleeping and I didn't want to wake you up." She explained hurriedly.

"It's okay. You're in pain. I don't mind taking care of you." He replied. Once the words were out of his mouth he wished he could take them back. But Claire didn't seem to notice what he was internally kicking himself over. If she did, she ignored it.

"Thanks. It's helping a little, I think." She told him.

"It takes between fifteen minutes to a half hour to start kicking in." Peter informed her.

"Oh. Well, maybe I just needed a placebo."

"Maybe." He tried to chuckle to lighten the mood but it wasn't coming easily.

Peter took the damp cloth and handed it to her. Claire accepted it but just lay it on her neck. Slowly she started drifting off. Her breathing became deeper and longer and Peter could tell she was sleeping. He took the cloth off of her neck and gently dabbed around her forehead.

'She looks like an angel.' Peter thought to himself.

He stayed with her for a while. He wasn't really watching her, he was just being with her. Keeping her safe. And he'd be there if she woke up needing more help. But she didn't wake up. Eventually Peter dragged himself off to his bed and lay there, staring at the ceiling. He knew he wouldn't allow himself to sleep again tonight. He needed to be there for Claire.

She lay in the other room. Her headache had disappeared, whether it was because of the medicine or maybe the way Peter had cared for her, she didn't know. Whatever it was because of, she was happy.

Claire lay awake replaying every touch Peter had laid on her. She wished he hadn't left. That he was still sitting on the edge of the bed looking after her. Gently sweeping the cloth and his fingers over her forehead. What would he have done if he had known that she had been awake? She knew. He would've stopped or not have done anything to begin with.

The last thought left her lying awake, all alone, for the rest of the night.