I arrived at Peter's door and knocked on it lightly. Immediately it opened. My aunt stood in the doorway.
"Come on in, dear," she said and suddenly got a weird look on her face. "What happened?"
"Huh?" I said as I stepped in the door.
"The right side of your face is red," She said.
"Yeah, I'll explain that," I said and noticed Peter and a blonde girl sitting on the couch next to each other, with the Haitian sitting in the red chair next to the couch.
My aunt closed the door behind me and Peter stood up.
"October," he said, "This is Claire."
"Oh, so you're Claire," I said and walked over to her. "I'm October, Peter's cousin."
"Nice to meet you," Claire said.
Peter then noticed my face and lightly touched it. I winced. It was still burning from when the air bag hit it.
"What happened?" he asked.
"As soon as I hung up with you, I got hit by the guy driving behind me and I hit a tree," I explained. "That's from the air bag. A really nice guy helped me out though. I told him you were a nurse and I was just on my way to see you so he drove me the rest of the way here. My car's still at the end of the street."
Peter grabbed a flash light off one of his side tables and shined it in each of my eyes. "Does your head hurt?" he asked.
"Yeah, I hit it against the side of the door," I told him. "I'm okay though."
Peter turned the flashlight off and set it back down on the table.
I looked around the room. "Where's Nathan?" I asked.
"He'll be here," my aunt said.
About a second later, Nathan walked in the door. "Did you guys see the crash at the end of the street?" he asked.
"Yeah, that was me," I told him. "I'm okay though."
"I thought that car looked familiar," he said and glanced around the room. His eyes landed on Claire. This time, Claire stood up.
"What's she doing here?" Nathan asked calmly but seriously.
"She came to see me," Peter said, confused. "You know her?"
"Yeah…Claire right?" Nathan asked.
"Yeah," Claire said, not very happy to see him. "So wait, you're Peter's brother?"
"Small world, huh?" Nathan said and finally closed the door.
Peter looked at Nathan, then Claire, then at me, then back to Nathan, then back to Claire. "Uh…how do you two know each other?"
"He's my father," Claire said and sat back down on the couch. "Aren't you Mr. Petrelli?"
"You're her father?" Peter asked surprised. Nathan sighed and nodded.
"It's a long story," Nathan said. "But right now, we have to figure out what we're going to do about Sylar."
We all sat down in the living room and calmly talked about it. We all didn't really know what to do so we decided that maybe we should stay in different hotels out of town. We would stay until we heard Sylar was in a different state or for at least a few days. Claire suggested that we call her dad to come hunt him down but the Haitian reminded her that she wasn't supposed to come in contact with him again.
After about an hour of this discussion, Nathan drove me home and said he'd call some automotive service and see what they could do about my car.
"So," he said as pulled up to the curb of my apartment complex. "How did you crash?"
I told him the whole story and told him that I got the hot guy's number. I showed him my hand and he laughed.
"Well, good luck with him," he said. "I have to get going. I'll call in about your car and call you later."
"Thanks Nathan," I said. "I hope things with you and Claire go well."
"Yeah," he said. "So do I."
Hey guys. Sorry this chapter sucks. I'm working on the next one which I promise will be better. Stick with me.