Chapter Thirteen

All she could see around her was white. Claire sat up on the hard cot and looked around the small room. She noted the sink, toilet and white walls, before dropping back down on the cot groaning.

She lay there for a few moments waiting for her head to clear, trying to remember what happened between those guys showing up in the alley and this moment. Clawing her fingers through her hair she groaned again.

"I thought I wasn't to be touched!" She yelled out loud, opening her eyes again to scan the room for the camera. Spotting it in the far right corner she jumped out of bed and moved to stand underneath it. "He made a deal! I wasn't supposed to be touched!" She yelled again at the camera. She moved back to the cot and sat against the wall, drawing her knees up to her chest. "I can't believe this is happening." She whispered, closing her eyes and leaning her head against her knees. "I was supposed to save him, how am I going to do that now." She moaned, worrying over what they were doing to Peter as she sat locked in this room, tears escaping her eyes.

Three rooms down the hall, a dark head popped up as Claire's thoughts came rushing through.

"Claire." Peter whispered brokenly.

"You bastards!" He yelled, jumping to his feet and slamming his fist against the wall. "We had a deal!"


"What do you mean Claire was captured?" Nathan yelled, running his hand furiously through his hair as he paced in front of the two men seated before him. "I told you. Peter made a deal! He was willing to be captured as long as Claire was safe. It was the perfect plan. We had Peter contained and were able to keep him under control with any threat to Claire's safety. If he finds out that she was captured, no one will be able to control him!"

"She was planning something. Others came to the apartment. When she came out alone, it was the perfect chance."

"Do you think that matters? Did you honestly believe that Claire and her band of misfits could come up with a plan that would actually be detrimental to us?" One of the men opened his mouth, but Nathan held up a hand. "The answer is no! Peter was their most powerful member and without him they were weak. They may have tried to rescue him, but given Peter's willingness to go with us, they might have decided not to risk their own capture, at least not at this time. It would've given us time to move him to a facility further away." Nathan paused again, then burst out. "And on top of all this, you brought her here! We don't know how strong his abilities are, for all we know he already knows that she was captured!" Nathan stopped and leaned over the two men. "Never again will you make a move without my order do you understand me." He asked menacingly.

Just as Nathan leaned back against his desk blaring alarms filled the silence. Nathan blinked against the flashing lights and reached across his desk to pick up the phone.

"What the hell is going on?" He yelled into the receiver, listening for a minute then cursed. "Already? How the hell did he find out that she's here already?" Nathan slammed down the receiver. "Shit!" He cursed, banging his fists against the desk. "What the hell are you two sitting there for? He's escaped! Get down there and fix this!"


When the alarms blared and lights flashed, Claire jumped up from her cot and rushed to the door of her cell. She reached up on her tip toes to try to peer out the small window to see what was happening outside in the hall. A flash of white passed her field of vision and Claire jumped back as she heard a man's scream out in the hall. Her head shot up and she moved back another step as her door swung open. A man in a white coat rushed in, slamming the door behind him, before turning to face her.

"This is all your fault." He said quietly, moving towards her. "You should never have been brought here, and now everything's a mess." He continued moving closer and closer, as Claire backed up against the wall. "It's all gone to hell anyway. Might as well take as many of you with us as we can." He said before brandishing a syringe, then lunging, he pressed it into her arm so quickly that Claire didn't have a chance to cry out, before the drug took its effect and she fell to the ground.

"I'm not going to die here." The man said, looking down at Claire's inert form. He pulled a gun out of his pocket, before pulling Claire up to hold her in front of him as he faced the door and waited.


Peter sent one flash of ice down the hall after another, throwing men who swarmed out of the different hallways in every direction as they tried to hold him back. He moved slowly closer to Claire's cell, throwing one man after another out of his way. He reached out a hand to pull open the door, when the dart hit his back. Peter growled and pulled it out, throwing it back towards the guard who shot it, hitting him square in the chest. He watched the man go down and looked around him at the carnage of people lying on the floor in varying states, before using Mohinder's power to wrench the door off of Claire's cell.

He stopped abruptly at the sight before him. He sneered, then stepped closer when he saw the doctor, holding Claire up against him.

"I wouldn't do that Mr. Petrelli." The doctor said nervously, backing up a step, and pressing the pistol harder against Claire's temple. "She's been given the drug, which means that until it wears off she's powerless. And if you take another step I will pull this trigger and the invincible girl will be dead and it will be all your fault."

Peter stopped in his tracks, eyes narrowing on the gun held in the man's hands.

"You better let her go." He quietly threatened.

"Not until I'm safely away from this hell hole." The doctor argued, shaking his head and stepping back, pulling Claire closer.

Peter's eyes dropped to Claire's face, noting any movement or change of expression.

"I'll give you one more chance. Let her go now and I don't kill you."

"You're not a killer. Your brother said so. Now you're going to let me leave the building, safely, and I'll give her back to you."

Peter frowned for a moment, then cocked his head, his eyes widening slightly before returning his gaze to the doctor.

"Time's up." He said simply. The doctor's eyes widened in alarm, as the arm holding the gun shot up, turning the gun on himself. He started to shake as he tried to force the gun down on the girl held in front of him, but before he could blink the bullet was discharged.

Before Claire could fall to the ground, Peter rushed forward to catch her in his arms. He sank to the ground, cradling her, speaking softly as he waited for her to fully wake up. He closed his eyes to concentrate on her mind as she slowly began to push off the effects of the drugs. When he felt her coming close to consciousness, Peter opened his eyes and looked down at Claire's face and smiled.

"Welcome back." He said softly, placing a light kiss on her lips.

Claire smiled back at him, blinking slowly as the world came into focus.

"Peter." She breathed, leaning up to kiss him more deeply. As she came fully awake, Claire leaned back, breaking their kiss, and frowned, her eyes narrowing. "You gave yourself up!" She accused, pulling herself to a sitting position and moving off of Peter's lap.

Peter opened his mouth to reply, but quickly snapped it shut when Claire shot a look at him.

"You planned to give yourself up and you didn't even tell me!" She accused struggling to her feet, but slapping away Peter's hand when he tried to assist her. "You slept with me, fully knowing what was going to happen the next day."

"In my defense, I didn't know for sure if they'd take the bait."

"Of course you did! You know Nathan better than anyone! You knew he'd have people at your apartment and you knew that if they saw you they'd contact Nathan who would come running. Which is exactly what happened. I can't believe you did all that without telling me!"

"Claire, what would you have done if I told you?" Peter asked, running his fingers through his hair.

"I would've tried to stop you."

"Exactly." Peter responded. "Which is exactly why I didn't tell you."

Claire opened her mouth to continue to argue, but Peter held up a hand for silence. He cursed, then turned to Claire.

"Look we're going to have to argue about this later. They sent for reinforcements, and from the sound of it, they're going to be here any moment."

Claire turned to the door, then looked back at Peter. She held out her hand for his and they both ran through the door out into the hallway. They moved quickly down the twisting halls, making their way towards the exit. As they turned down a long corridor, Peter came up short.

"Nathan." He breathed, halting. Claire came to a stop beside him and glared into the dark eyes of the elder Petrelli.

"Peter. Claire." Nathan said simply, nodding at them both, before returning his eyes to his younger brother's.

"It looked like you made quite an escape there Peter." Nathan said.

"We had a deal Nathan."

"Yes I'm aware of that. I'm also now aware that idiots apparently work for me. They decided to capture our little Claire here all on their own."

"Then I guess you should've had better control over your people. Were they in the hallway perchance?" Peter asked.

"Yes they were. I see you're pleased to hear that." Nathan said noting the look of satisfaction on his brother's face.

"I thought you weren't a killer Peter."

"I am when it's necessary." Peter answered in a low voice.

"Peter." Claire whispered tugging on his hand.

"You will stop this Nathan." Peter said, glancing down at Claire. "Make them stop hunting us, all of us. I don't care what you have to do to do it, but make it happen. Give all of us our lives back."

"I can't do that Peter. You're dangerous, all of you. This needs to be contained."

"You're one of us Nathan! Or did you forget that?" Claire burst out.

"They're trying to come up with a vaccine that will forever inactivate the powers. Once that's available, everyone that was captured will be allowed to return to their lives."

"And what lives would those be? How long would these people be in captivity, like animals, before you give them the vaccine and release them back to the wild?" Peter sneered.

"Pete I'm just doing what needs to be done."

"Peter." Claire said quietly, tugging on his hand and looking into his eyes. They shared a look and Peter sighed.

"I know." He said, raising his head slowly to look at Nathan.

"I'm sorry Nathan." Peter said raising his hand.

Nathan stepped back his eyes widening.

"No Pete. You wouldn't."

"That's right Nathan. He wouldn't." Came a voice from behind Nathan. "But I would." Sylar continued, stepping out of the shadows.


Author's Note: Hey guys! Thank you all again for all of the reviews. They've mean a ton to me! I'm sorry for the long gap between updates, but I've been crazy busy. But we're getting close to the end, so I'm hoping to get the last chapters done within the next week or so.