15 hours earlier

Noah Bennet walked briskly up the steps to his former partner's front door. He checked for his gun, and old habit he supposed. Noah knew what he had to do, for Claire's sake, and he needed Renee. He knocked swiftly and stepped back as the door swung open. Renee didn't say anything as he nodded for him to enter.

"I need your help with something that requires, your special talents," he wasted no time. "It's Claire."

"Is she in danger?"

"In a manner of speaking, listen, I know what I'm asking for is wrong, but she doesn't understand what she's doing is beyond dangerous."

"What do you need me to do, Bennet?"

"There are certain, memories I would like you to take," Bennet said almost hesitantly. Noah knew there were things he had done in his past that could be considered villainous, but this seemed like a betrayal, no not seemed, was, but Claire would never have to know. Wasn't she always saying that she desired a normal life? He could give her that, take away all her pain, all the misdeeds Sylar had done to her. Of course, he'd also take away her more recent memories of the man, the ones that were not so spiteful and more in favor of the murderer, but it was what needed to be done. And also, with Claire out of the way, Noah could finally rid the world of Sylar.

"I'm not sure I could do that Noah, not to Claire."

"I know I'm asking a great deal from you, doing this to Claire, but it's about Sylar."

"What about Sylar?"

"He and Claire are sort of, well, they are together. They're on their way to Vegas to get married. I can't let that happen. He claims to have changed, but I know him and that can never be true. Claire deserves far better. Please old friend help me with this," Noah asked hoping that Renee would agree.

The Haitian sighed in hesitation, contemplating Noah's plea. "I will do this for you, but this is the last time."

"Thank you Renee. This is really is what's best for Claire.

Claire let out a quiet whimper as she felt the full weight of the Haitian's mind on hers. Memories exploded behind her eyes before they were slowly ripped out all together. In a matter of seconds, Gabriel would be gone forever, to her at least. Tears ran down her face. How could he be doing this to her? If she ever regained her memories, she might possibly kill him herself. With that final thought, Claire's world went black as she slumped into unconsciousness.

"Did you take it all?" Noah asked as reached out for his daughter, cradling her in his arms.

"Unfortunately, yes. She will have no recollection of Sylar. I hope you know what you are doing Noah, you are going to have a very powerful man after you."

"I understand that, but it won't matter. If and when, Sylar ever finds us, the Claire he knew will be gone. So if I die, I will go happily, knowing he'll never have her."

"You are a cruel man Noah, even if you do not realize it. My job here is done, I would like for you not to contact me again," with that the Haitian left the room. Noah's clenched his jaw as he recalled what exactly Renee had said, cruel, definitely morally grey, but cruel? Maybe he was, but Noah couldn't bring himself to regret his decision. With Claire in his arms he made his escape.

Noah was careful to avoid people as made his way through the hotel, but it didn't seem to matter as no one seemed to take much interest in them. Noah placed Claire in the back of his car before he speed away. It wasn't long before Claire came to.

"Dad?" she sat up, a confused look on her face.

"Hey Claire-bear, how are you feeling?"

"Fine, why are we in your car? Did I miss something?"

"No honey, I just thought a change of scenery would do us some good. Maybe an extended vacation somewhere; how about some place tropical?"

"That sounds cool, all expenses on you?"

"That's right."

"When do we leave?"

"Tonight." That had been easy, Noah thought. Claire had no reason to mistrust him or his intentions anymore and he full intented to take advantage of that.

Gabriel thought he probably could have called room service instead of going all the way down to get a bottle himself, but Claire may have overheard and he wanted it to be a surprise. He entered the suite with a brilliant smile on his face, excited to get back to his Claire. He was surprised when she didn't immediately come to greet him. He checked their room, but she wasn't there either. He walked back into the sitting room, confused and worried. Where would she have gone? Was it voluntary?

He spotted an envelope on the coffee table, with his name scribbled on the top. It wasn't written in Claire's handwriting. He ripped it open, reading quickly:

Claire's with me now. It's best for her, if you just stay away. She can finally have a normal life and I fully intended to give it to her and after years of your shit we can finally move on as a family. Goodbye, Sylar.

Gabriel threw the champagne against the wall, bringing his hands up to his head, running them threw his hair roughly as he fumed in rage. Fucking Bennet, what had he done? There was no possibility that Claire would have gone with him willingly. They couldn't have gotten far, he hadn't been gone long, but all Gabriel could do was stand in place, watching as the champagne ran down the wall, paralyzed by the deep ache in his heart. He felt useless and alone, blaming himself.

He caught sight of Claire's earring on floor and sent it flying into his hand, instantly submerging himself in the most recent history of it. Gabriel watched as the Haitian grabbed Claire from behind and almost regretfully began to take her memories, watched as she struggled to free herself, and all the while Noah looking on with a smirk permanently plastered on his face. Gabriel regained his focus, only to let out a terrifying scream that blew out the window and shattering other objects in the room. Gabriel was too livid to worry that his ability had gone out of control.

"What the fuck?" Peter stumbled out of his room rubbing his eyes. He took in the condition of the room and gasped. "Shit, Gabe."

Gabriel ran at Peter, grabbing his shirt and slamming him into the wall. "Where the fuck were you when Noah and the Haitian where mind fucking Claire? Where were you when Bennet kidnapped her? Where were you?" Gabriel broke down, releasing his iron grip on Peter. "I'm sorry, I—it's not your fault, I'm so sorry," he said in-between sobs.

Peter wrapped his broken friend in his arms, collapsing to the ground with him as he continued to cry.

A/N: So Claire has no memory of Sylar or anything about him. Basically her past is a little less fucked up and she believes she had a somewhat normal life so far, but how dare she be so trusting; doesn't she realise there are huge gaps in her memories?