Okay so sorry about the late update but I was caught up finishing the entire fanfic! I liked how it turned out, the last chapter is exceptionally long haha. I'm posting chapter 6 with this so I won't update for a while but please review! Thanks :D

"Hey I brought back some food," Peter announced walking in the room. He saw Elle sitting up and she put a finger to her lips and he followed her eyes. Claire was curled up under the sheets sleeping peacefully right next to Elle on the bed who was reading the hotel info packet about Texas.

"Right, sorry," he said and knew that Claire and spent most of her night looking after Elle. They hadn't told her that she had been shaking or screaming from her nightmares. Claire had been extremely worried for her and hadn't wanted to sleep. He sat down on the end of the bed and put the two brown bags on the floor.

"What'd you bring?" Elle asked curiously leaning forward slowly.

"Um well I brought…" he said pausing to pull something out. "Some cereal, I mean we gotta have our frosted flakes." Elle giggled and Peter smiled at her. "I also stopped by some small Chinese place and picked up a few dishes." He said motioning to the other bag.

"So that's what smells so good," she said with a smile. "I'm starving. I haven't eaten in days except for the water you guys kept giving me."

"Well then, let's eat," he said smiling and brought out a paper plate. He put some rice and some chicken he got on the plate. He got out a napkin and fork and put it on her lap.

"Thanks," she said and slowly began to eat. Peter noticed how slow her motions were but she was fine overall.

"Mmm this is so good," she said with her mouth full and Peter laughed.

"Well we're going to go back to Claire's house later okay?" he asked. She shook her head. "What?"

"I don't want to," she said defiantly.

"It'd be better than a hotel in Texas," he argued.

"No Peter," she shook her head. "I'm not going. Her dad knowing my location is dangerous to me. It's dangerous to you guys. It's not safe okay? I know my dad. He knows you and Claire took me. He fully expects her dad to know where I am. He'll use it against them. Don't you get it Peter?" Peter's brain was processing all this. Elle made sense.

"All right you have a point," he said. "What should we do then?"

"I don't know," she said sighing. "I told Claire already. I have to go back. That's the only way you'd be safe."

"No you're not going back," he said firmly shaking his head. "We're taking care of you."

"But you're risking—"

"Yeah I'm risking my life. But you already risked yours. No one deserves to go through what you did."

"Then there's only one thing to do," Elle said sadly.

"What is it?"

"Kill my dad, the leaders, all the people associated with the company," she said seriously. "Take the company down."

"Then we'll do it," he said without a doubt.

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"Damn it can't you do anything!" Bob shouted and slammed his lamp off his desk.

"Sir we don't have any leads what so ever," the agent said not the least bit intimidated.

"I'm sorry," Bob said regaining his calmness. "You're a very special agent aren't you?"

"I'm the only Vince Drake sir," he said calmly.

"And you are our top agent?" he said looking at the young man.

"Yes sir," he replied. He resembled something close to Nick Lachey except with a much more serious face though just as good looking.
"Your speed is your power?"

"Well I have no problem shooting people and I'm fast, you know?" he volunteered the information.

"Sharp shooter?"

"Yes sir."

"Good I'm going to need you," Bob said standing up to shake hands with him.

"No problem, you plan on telling me the case sir?"

"My daughter," he said gravely.

"What about her sir?"

"As you know, the company has strict rules on not leaving the company," he said slowly. "No matter what trials we put you through, I'm sure you know that."

Vince nodded his head. He'd been raised through the company and had gone through many painful tests and trials. "So Elle was weak and left?" he said carelessly.

"I wouldn't say that," Bob said. "She's quite a handful."

"Oh believe me I know sir. Sir I've been faithful to the company all my life, and quite frankly I think we are the most kick ass thing around. It's the only place I actually feel safe sir."

"I know, thank you agent Drake," he said slowly.

"Don't worry I'll find your daughter and bring her back sir," he said and turned to leave.

"Oh Vince," Bob called.

"Yes sir?"

"Bring along Peter Petrelli and Claire Bennet, she went with them," he ordered.

"I've heard the names before sir."

"They are uncle and niece, both with powers, Peter is frankly more dangerous. He has multiple powers and picks them up as he goes from other people however not the same way Sylar does. Sylar kills, Peter merely has to stand somewhat near them. Claire can heal from almost anything. Do whatever it takes to get the three back here, I just want them alive and in one piece. I don't care if you have to shoot my daughter or any of them to get them back here they just better be alive."

"Yes sir," he said and left.

Bob leaned back in his chair in deep thought.

"Oh Elle you're going to regret doing this to your father," he said maliciously.

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"Haha come on Elle," Peter protested as he laughed along with Elle.

"What it's true! Riding cowboys would be much more fun than riding horses, though I've never done either," Elle giggled. They'd been sitting opposite each other talking for four hours and going.

"Well I can't imagine doing either would be much fun," he said winking at her. "You know both would be hard."

"Ew shut up Peter!" she said bursting out in more laughter. He lay back in front of Claire's feet and stretched out across the end of the bed. He hadn't felt this comfortable with a girl in ages other than Claire of course. He didn't know what it was about Elle. Maybe it was the fact that she had gone through so much yet still managed to laugh. He had listened to her tell him about her messed up life and it made him thankful for his own life. "Should we wake up Claire?" Elle asked as she gently swept some of Claire's bangs away from her face.

"Sure why not," he said sitting up and stretching.

"Claire, wake up," Elle said softly and shook her. "Wake up Claire." Claire stirred and her eyes opened sleepily but shut again. "Come on," Elle sighed. Her face lit up and Peter looked at it curiously. He read her mind on an impulse.

"Oh no Elle," he said but couldn't stop her before she gave Claire a small zap on the nose. Claire's eyes flew open and her whole body jumped as she gave a loud gasp and almost fell off the bed.

"Elle," Claire groaned while the other blond giggled. Peter rolled his eyes.

"Claire I got us a car," Peter told her. "We're leaving soon. You should get a shower after Elle."

"All right," she yawned and lay back down and shut her eyes. "Go ahead Elle." Elle sighed and Peter quickly hopped off the bed and was at Elle's side.

"Here let me help you," he said and gently pulled the cover off of her and she slowly swung her legs off the bed and put them on the floor.

"Peter I'm not crippled," she said laughing and stood up as pain shot up through her body but she wasn't about to tell him that.

"Just being chivalrous," he muttered with a grin.

"Wow," she teased, "I have my own knight in shining armor. Do you come with a horse? Cause that would make you a modern day cow boy."

"If I said yes would you ride me and not my horse?" he said and began to laugh. Elle zapped him lightly in the arm as she laughed too.

"Too far Peter," she said shaking her head but was still laughing.

"That's disgusting Peter," came Claire's tired voice from the bed and Elle and Peter both cracked up.

"I'm going," Elle said and went to shower. Peter shook his head still grinning and walked over to the bed. He jumped on it so he lay on his back right next to Claire.

"And how's my favorite niece doing?" Peter said running his hand through her hair.

"She could do without having to have heard that last thing you said," she said with her eyes still shut. "And by the way Pete I'm your only niece."

"I know that," he said. "Just thought I should mention you're also my favorite."

"And why's that?"

"Because you have such cute baby fat," he teased and pinched her cheek. She gasped and tried to suppress a laugh.

"Are you calling me fat Uncle Peter?" she asked emphasizing the uncle part.

"Stop it," he said with a smile, "uncle makes me feel old. And no. You're my beautiful niece. No boy will be touching you for a while without my consent. Not even your little flying boyfriend."

"Yeah, well, too late," Claire teased as she opened her bright eyes and looked to watch his eyes grow wide.

"Seriously?" he asked with a sudden protective look.

"Of course not," she said giggling and curled up close to him. She lay her head on his chest and stretched her arm across him. She giggled even more when she heard him let out a sigh.

"Good," he said and kissed the top of her forehead in a loving uncle to niece way.

"We just had sex in his car that's all," Claire teased again.

"What?!" Peter's voice almost cracked as he sat up. Claire began to laugh and made Peter lie back down so she could rest her head on him again.

"Kidding," she said. Another sigh of relief. She loved doing this to her uncle. "Don't worry Pete. He just kissed me. That's all."

"Good kid," he mumbled and Claire smiled at his over protectiveness.

"So where we going?" she asked and tilted her head up only to see Peter who looked gravely at her.

"Claire," Peter struggled with his wording. "You know that rescuing Elle was a big choice right?"

"Yeah," she said but was confused.

"Well we're not safe Claire," Peter told her. "We're could be running for a short time or for a while. Elle's father is after her. We have two choices. Let her go back or run with her. We can't just leave her alone."

"We can go back to Costa—"

"No you know that'd be the first place he'd look," Peter said. "And you know it'd be a bad idea for your dad to know." Claire thought for a few seconds before realizing what he meant.

"Oh okay," she mumbled. "So where do we go first?"

"I rented a car under a false name," Pete told her. "So we can drive to Northern California to throw them off if they have any idea on where we would go. From then on though, we plan to take them down."

"You're crazy," she said. "There are only three of us."

"We can do it Claire, we've got to," he said. "It's the only way to make sure Elle will be safe for good from her father.

"Okay whatever you say," she said not liking the sound of this.

"You gotta be careful from now on," Peter said. "We can use our first names but our last names…nope. And no leaving my sight, you or Elle."

"Geez okay," she responded and saw Elle walk out of the bathroom with damp hair and a towel around her. She was shivering but she looked scared.

"You okay?" Claire asked but in a friendly tone as she sat up. That didn't take the scared look away though.

"I need clothes," she said softly and kept glancing over her shoulder behind her. Peter and Claire shared a what's going on glance but Claire went over to her bag and got out a clean tee and jeans for Elle. She tossed them over to Elle who said thanks and went back in but the uncle and niece felt something wasn't right.

"Did you notice something?" Peter asked confused.

"Something's not right," Claire muttered and looked through her bag for clothes her own change of clothes. She finally decided on a plain tee with a light hoodie and jeans. Elle walked out with Claire's clothes on and was drying her hair. She still seemed nervous though and walked over to the sink outside the bathroom. She kept brushing and drying her hair till Peter spoke up softly.

"What's wrong?" he asked just loud enough so Elle could hear over the noise of Claire's shower. She turned to look at him and gave a weak smile. Peter gave a comforting grin as he sat with his knees up and leaned against the backboard of the bed.

"The water dripping," Elle said with a sigh.

"What?"

"You know how I was raised in the company? Well they apparently they're method is abuse is the only way. When I was little my dad used to chain me to something and spray me down with a hose while I electrocuted myself. Then he'd hang the hose up so that it dripped really slowly. Every time a drop fell someone would hit me. It was torture because I'd watch it form slowly and then drip. I guess now I have a freak anxiety problem with dripping water. He was crazy though," she said drifting off. She walked over to the bed and sat next to Peter. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in closer and she inched next to him. She lay her head down on his shoulder and sighed. "He said he did it as punishment."

"That's not punishment," Peter said angered. "That's abuse."

"I know," she said and watched as a tear formed in her eye and it slowly rolled down her cheek. She tried to stop the next one but she just couldn't and let out a sob.

"Don't cry," Peter said and wrapped his other arm around her as she buried her face in his chest. Minutes passed and he sat there soothing her but she was still crying hard.

"All right guys I'm…whoops bad timing," Claire said as her voice got quieter. Peter shook his head and mouthed dad as he referred to Elle. Claire got it and began to pack everything up. It was going to be a long drive through the night.