A/N: Wow, I can't believe it's already November. I updated the day before the semester started and I have been really busy with course work. I actually wrote this from a school computer. I want to say sorry to those who have been following this story, but hopefully I will be able to get the next chapter up soon : D

"I have changed Claire," he said with all honesty. His face was sincere and pleading. "I know that, after all I have done, I have absolutely no right to ask for redemption, but I just wanted you to hear it from me that I've changed."

"Sylar—,"

"Call me Gabriel."

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Gabriel, I think that a part me will always hate you, the eternal cheerleader constantly seeking vengeance and stubbornly refusing to let your predictions at the Stanton ever become reality, but I do see what you have become, what you're trying to be."

His hand pushed back a stray, golden hair, carefully tucking it behind her ear. He left his hand at the base of her neck and brought his lips to hers, their first true kiss. Claire should protest, but her brain couldn't find the will to stop as she opened her mouth for him.

He gave her another sweet kiss, before he brought his forehead to rest against hers.

"I forgive you Gabriel," she whispered.

Claire woke with a start. What an unusual dream she thought. Who was this Gabriel? She had to admit he was very attractive, and there was something about him. He was so familiar. "Who are you?" she said aloud. She knew it was illogical to believe that the silence would answer her question, but a small part of her hoped it would. Maybe then, this extreme case of déjà vu would cease to plague her.

Throwing back the covers, Claire sluggishly detached herself from her sheets. She could already here her dad moving about in the other room, but frowned as she smelled something burning. That man was hopeless in the kitchen. It was amazing he even continued to try. Seriously, he burned water. Claire didn't know how that was even possible, but Noah managed somehow.

A thick cloud of smoke greeted her as she entered the kitchen. She coughed, trying to expel it from her lungs and laughed at the sight of her father in a frilly apron. "Need any help there, dad?"

He turned towards her, spatula in hand, and scowled. "I'm perfectly able to cook breakfast Claire."

"Well, apparently not," she waved smoke away for extra emphasis. He shrugged in response and turned back to the contents in the frying pan. Claire took a quick peek, and made the assumption that it was the substance formerly known as eggs. The source of the smoke seemed to be coming from the toaster. Claire rushed over and hurriedly ejected the charred slices. "You should stick to cereal, that's probably more, your speed."

Noah sighed dejectedly and handed her his spatula."I'm sorry Claire-Bear I tried to make you a nice meal and," he motioned around him.

"You didn't have to do that, you know."

"Of course, it's just that I'm so happy we're spending this time together, that's all."

"Awe, that's sweet. Maybe I should be making you breakfast seeing as you're paying for all this."

"It was well worth it." Claire moved forward and gave him a warm hug. "I've missed you Claire-Bear."

"Missed you too dad," she leaned up and gave a quick peck on the cheek. "Now, you sit down, and I'll fix us up something. And no, I don't need any help."

"Don't worry, I wasn't offering," Noah sat himself at the small table and looked on as Claire moved about the cramped kitchen. What was she going to make. Eggs were too simplistic and she was in the mood for something else. "How about waffles?" Noah suggested.

Claire halted her progress as a vision slammed into her.

"Why do insist on looking at the menu? You order waffles every time."

"Well, maybe something else will catch my eye. Nothing has been decided yet."

"Yes it has," Claire mumbled under her breath. He looked up at her, but didn't say anything. He returned his attention back to the menu after a few seconds.

A smiling waitress soon appeared pen in hand to take their order. Claire gave hers and turned to Gabriel, eagerly awaiting his decision. She raised an eyebrow.

"Umm, I think I'll have the waffles please," he handed over his menu.

Claire waited for the woman to retreat back into the kitchen before she gave him a knowing smirk. "I knew it. You just couldn't resist, not even to prove me wrong."

"I'm a man of habit Claire. Why change it up now?" Unsatisfied with her lack of response he continued. "Besides, they have fucking awesome waffles here."

Claire was now officially freaking out. It was not merely a coincidence that she was dreaming of this man Gabriel. She could explain away her subconscious mind creating a story about him, but this wasn't just some fantasy, it felt more like a memory. She turned to her father who remained unfazed by her recent spell, awaiting a response to his inquiry. Did he have the answers? Noah knew all about specials. Perhaps whatever was happening to her was related to that part of her life.

"Yeah, waffles," she barely managed to say. Claire returned to her search and soon was pouring the batter on the iron.

"So Claire-bear what is on the agenda for today, another afternoon lounging on the beach?"Claire didn't respond as she remained in her own little world, contemplating the meaning of her dreams about Gabriel. "Claire?"

"What?" She snapped back into reality. Noah frowned in displeasure, but repeated his question. "Oh, um, maybe, I was thinking about going into town, meet some people, window shop perhaps."

"Claire I don't think that's such a good idea. It's probably better if you say close to the cottage. Who knows what kinds of psychos are lurking out here."

"I believe there is psychos everywhere dad. I think I'm perfectly capable of being alone for a few hours."

Noah clenched his fists and tightened his jaw staring back at his daughter with indifference, clearly unwillingly to budge on this matter. "If you want to go into town I'll accompany you."

"That just seems a bit ridiculous to me."

"It's for the best Claire."

Noah stood before her wearing a solemn expression "It's for the best Claire."

Claire flipped several waffles on to a plate and placed them before Noah and without hesitation asked the question she truly wanted answered, "Who's Gabriel?"

Shit