Hey Guys! Once again, kinda short chapter. Hopefully it will make sense why once you've read it. I just wanted to say a massive thank you for all of your kind reviews, I'm so flattered that you guys are taking the time to follow the story. Long live TEAM SYLAIRE! xxx

Chapter 10

"YOU DID WHAT?" the force of Peter's words damn near knocked him off his feet.

"I didn't set out to tell her, it just..." Sylar followed Peter around their living room as he paced frantically, reeling from the news he had just been told.

Before he could fully explain Peter interjected, "You just WHAT Gabriel, just accidentally told Claire that I took you to the future to show you what you could have if you stayed on the right track? News flash buddy...THIS IS NOT THE RIGHT TRACK!"

"How do you know that? She said she would rather be alone forever than be with me, and she meant it Pete! My lie detector didn't go off, she needs to see that I could make her happy. You can do that!" There was pleading in Sylars voice and Peter's temper subdued a little.

Running both hands through his hair exasperated Peter looked knowingly at his best friend,"Of course she meant it, she's not in love with you yet but she will be. You have to stop relying on your powers to determine peoples feelings all the time, what's wrong with having a little faith?"

Before Sylar could piece together a plausible argument the door buzzer sounded.

"Claire, what are you doing here this time of night?" Peter tried to sound calm, but wasn't making too good a job of it.

Claire responded without so much as a civil greeting, flying into the apartment, finally standing before Peter, hands on her hips, "Is it true?" she demanded her accusing stare pinned firmly on her Uncle.

"Claire, wait a minute..." Peter raised his hands in defence.

"IS IT TRUE?" she demanded once again, her tanned skin giving way to angry red.

Peter knew he wouldn't negotiate his way out of this one, "Yes, I travelled forward in time. I was worried about Gabriel so I asked Hiro to show me where he would end up. That's when I saw what I saw. I thought if I could just show him what he could have, it would spur him on to fight the hunger he feels." he explained in a weary tone.

Wiping her now sweaty plams on her jeans Claire shook her head in disbelief, "I don't believe you, there must be some mistake. Just because you have seen the future it doesn't mean I can't change it, I can fight against it. We stopped New York from blowing up for Gods sake!" she argued, unwilling to accept what Peter was telling her as her fate.

Peter looked back at his neice, tense and afraid that he may have made a grave mistake taking matters into his own hands,"That's as maybe Claire, I only know that when I went to the future you were happy, really truly happy. You had a family, it's the nearest thing to perfect I have ever seen."

Claire looked at Peter and then at Sylar, who was displaying uncharacteristic patience given the situation. There was a few brief seconds of silence as she processed the information.

"Show me, if you can take him you can take me" she held out her hand to Peter, making her demands like a spoilt child. Backing away instantly as though burnt Peter refused,"No, no way. I've done enough damage. I should have never taken Gabriel..."

"Yes, yes you should! This isn't your fault Peter. I needed to see it." Sylar instinctively defended Peter, even if it was only against his own self criticism.

Claire all but stamped her feet the impatience and fury growing within her,"Well maybe I need to see it too, I swear if you don't show me I will fight against this with every fibre of my being, I'll move somewhere far far away, somewhere no one can find me. I'll never have his child! Never!" she yelled, pointing her finger at Sylar without so much as having the respect to look at him whilst doing so.

If she had looked at him she would have seen the now frantic fear burning in his eyes. He was starting to lose hope, what she said about the future was right, it wasn't set in stone, it could be changed. They had managed it before. His thoughts drifted to Claires words, not the Claire before him right now but Claire from the future, Claire Grey. His Claire.

"No Sylar equals no Gabriel and no Gabriel equals no Noah...and that's a thought to horrible to consider, even for me"

The scene played out in his mind, Claire years from now, head rested on his chest talking about their son. That moment had been so perfect, it had to happen. It just had to.

Without a second thought he reached out to Claire, placing his hand on her shoulder,"I'm sorry Pete, but if you won't show her I will, I know this is a mess, but I have to try. If it was you and Emma on the line, you'd do the same thing."

"What are you talking about, you don't have the power of time travel?" Peter exclaimed, clearly worried by Sylar's threat.

The corners of Sylar's mouth twitched as he fought the smirk that threatened to escape," No but I do have empathy, I quit sawing off heads years ago. I can gain powers just by being emotionally close to someone...and you've been my best friend Peter, I hope you still are" his tone was sincere even if he did appear a little smug.

"Don't do this man, we can't keep messing with the future like this! What if you get seen? Things have to happen because you want them to not because you're resigned to them." Peter begged.

"Oh don't worry, anything he shows me will just make me more determined to stay away from him!" Claire snarled, glaring at the hand still firmly planted on her shoulder. It sounded a little too much like a challenge to him, and he was never one to shy away from one of those. He paused a moment, Peter had been so good to him and as much as he hated to admit it the younger Patrelli was prone to better judgement, he was normally right. But recalling how she had spoken about Noah that morning, he knew what he had to do. She would thank him for it one day.

"What are you waiting for then? SHOW ME!" Claire smacked her hand atop of his on her shoulder and glared up at him with steely resolve. He never was good at saying,"No" to her. With one apologetic glance in Peters direction they were gone.