Disclaimer : I do not own Heroes. Enough said.

A/N : I'm slowly wrapping this story up. There will probably be 10 chapters in total. So get ready. The end is near and it will be AMAZING. Hee hee. Um, reviews and flames are accepted and greatly appreciated yes, even flamers are welcome here :) Sit back and relax. Read. You'll like it, I swear.

Claire felt horrible. It was that poor girl. The one that she had seen in her father's office that one day so long ago. Before homecoming. Before she left for New York with her new guardians. What was her name? She had known it before… Eve or something like that.

Claire had stumbled across some people who were in a huddle, trying to frantically revive a woman. She didn't seem to have a scratch on her. Except for the fact that the woman's head was sliced open.

No one had done anything. They were all dialling 9-1-1 or crying from the horror or… puking in the bushes.

Claire had decided to try something. Maybe if she could get to the woman she could regenerate her like she had with Peter. It was obviously Sylar and even if he had stuck around, she had to try and help.

Claire gently picked up the part of her scalp and tried to fit it back on. Then she concentrated really, really hard. Like that time so many months ago when she needed to help Peter. But it wasn't healing.

C'mon Claire. Heal her! Heal her! Heal her! Her thoughts were pounding around her head.

Finally the police pulled up and dragged Claire off of the poor woman. Claire now realised that she had blood dripping all down her front.

An officer was asking Claire if she had seen anything. Why she had touched the body? If she was ok. The standard police proceedings. By this time the news cameras had arrived and many of the other witnesses were being ambushed by rabid reporters. Claire stayed with the officer who had informed her that they would be needing her clothes as evidence for the case. Claire looked down at herself and sighed. Why had she needed to wear her favourite top? Of course it was to impress a certain someone but now she deeply regretted it.

And just then that certain someone came rushing up to the police tape around the area.

"Claire!" Peter Petrelli yelled out.

Claire looked up and smiled. She stood to walk over to him but was stopped by her own personal questionnaire.

"Miss? Where do you think you're going?" The officer asked her.

"That guy over there, he's…" Claire paused, searching for the right word, "He's my friend. Kind of like a guardian."

"Well, you can leave once we get those clothes from you." He told her.

She nodded and crept into the back of one of the multiple ambulances on scene to change. But not before signalling to Peter that she'd only take a minute.

7 minutes later, Claire was reunited with Peter.

"What happened? Are you okay?" He asked her, clearly upset about whatever was running through his head.

"Yeah. I'm fine. I couldn't help her though." Claire was frustrated with the last statement.

"It's ok. From what I saw I think you tried hard." Peter tried to assure her.

"Whatever."

They started walking. Not really to Peter's house. Not really to Hiro and Ando's hotel. They were just walking. Silently walking.

Kiss her. Kiss her. Kiss her.

Peter's mind was going a mile a minute.

But she walked out. What if it was a mistake? Who cares? Kiss her. Kiss her. Kiss her...

"Are you like, zoned out or something?" Claire's voice cut into his thoughts.

"Huh? No, I was just… never mind." He replied vaguely.

Claire countered with another "Whatever." and they both continued on in silence. After what seemed like 10 hours, but was more like 3 minutes, the silence was broken.

"I'm sorry about earlier." Claire stated. Her voice was dull.

"What? I mean, what about earlier?" Peter asked. He knew what was coming.

"That I left. That I kissed you. I shouldn't have done either." Claire said.

"Don't be."

"Why not?"

And then he kissed her. In the middle of the street as people swelled around them. She kissed him back. And the age difference and Sylar and the horrific scene Claire had just witnessed all faded away. Because for one moment, they were on the same page.

Claire broke away first. Again.

"Sorry, I just… that's enough for now." She told Peter with a smile.

Peter smiled back.

The rest of the way to Peter's apartment was met with silence. A silence that neither wanted to break. A silence that was met with two hands intertwined.