*Hey guys! Sorry about that long wait! I had realized I hadn't updated but I couldn't find the time. So, remember up to this point, Claire, Peter, and Elle are hiding out in a hotel and at the very end of the last chapter, Sylar makes an appearance and this is where it picks up. Remember, I wrote this whole story way before the third season (and half of the second season) so it's complete AU. I hope you enjoy, I also put up chapters 10 and 11 because it's been forever! Thanks for the reviews guys! :D

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"Elle," he said with a cruel smile as he telekinetically choked her. Her hands remained glued to her side and she began to plead for help. "What are you doing with this cheerleader? This is fortunate for me though. Neither of you can stop me." He glanced down at Claire who was getting up. He reached his hand out and heard her shriek as she was dragged towards him. When Claire had slid close enough to him he yanked her up and put his arm around her neck. "Just thought you should watch while I slice your friend's head open," he told Claire. But he was met with a painful elbow in his chest followed by a fist to his head. He stumbled back into the wall and fell.

"Elle get up," Claire said and helped her up to her feet.

"Let's go," Elle said and pulled Claire along as they ran as fast as they could down the corridor. Both stopped when an invisible force held them right where they were before they rounded the corner.

"You're not getting away that easily," Sylar fumed angrily with blood coming down his face. He sent both of them flying into the wall.

"Watch this," he said to Elle who whimpered. She waited for the pain but instead heard Claire began to scream out in agony. Sylar held Elle back with one hand and was slicing Claire's head with the other hand. "Damn it," he said in frustration as Claire's head was barely splitting open because of her healing. But at least he was getting a good scream out of it.

"Claire!" Elle shouted. "Don't!" she screamed at Sylar.

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Back in the room Peter paced back and forth impatiently. What could possibly be taking the two so long? He sighed since he was only in his flannel pants and threw on a white tee before stepping out. But as soon as he did he heard a piercing scream and knew instantly it was Claire's. And it didn't stop.

"Claire!" he shouted and ran. He suddenly saw Elle with blood trickling down her head and pinned against the wall with Claire lying on the ground with blood all over her face. Elle was screaming for him to help Claire and Claire was letting out a blood curling scream.

"Sylar!" he shouted and telekinetically sent him flying down the hallway. Elle immediately rushed to Claire's side.

"Come on," she said with quick short breaths and let Claire hold on to her as she helped her up and ran back to the room with Claire doing her best to keep up with her.

"HEY!" Peter shouted at Sylar and slammed him into the wall. "Don't you ever touch them!" He raised him up and did it again. Sylar was still on the floor as Peter walked away.

"I'll get them Petrelli," he heard Sylar say. "You won't be there to stop me." Peter whirled around and sent pictures that hung onto the wall at him. From behind him blue electricity shot at Sylar and Sylar shouted for it to stop. Peter turned and saw Elle standing there totally focused with hate in her eyes. He eventually just lay there and Peter told Elle to stop. He walked over and rolled Sylar over. Then as Sylar began to open his mouth Peter raised his fist and sent a hard punch to his cheek. Sylar groaned and lay there.

"Come on Elle," he said and put his arm around her as they walked to the room back together. He knew she was shaking from the event and kissed her forehead.

"You're a brave girl," he said in a low voice. Elle just shook her head looking drained again.

"Claire's…Claire!" She suddenly remembered and ran back to the room with Peter following behind her.

"Claire," he said lovingly as he entered but didn't even need to as she was already scrambling to her feet. She ran to him with tears running down her bloody face and was in his arms in a matter of seconds.

"Let's get out of here," he said and both girls nodded their heads.

They got whatever they had out of the room and didn't bother to waste time while they got out of the hotel and drove off.

"Where are we going?" Elle asked wondering.

"Costa Verde," Peter replied quickly.

"No!" Elle exclaimed. "You know he's going to look there soon."

"We have no choice," Peter explained. "Claire's father can help us take down the company. We need him. I need to get you guys down there it'll be safer."

"Peter," Claire protested since Elle was scared and clinging to her again.

"It'll be okay, trust me," he said and looked back. Claire nodded but Elle only looked at him with begging eyes. He turned around and said, "We're dumping the car here." He pulled over and the other two got out confused. "Claire get on my back," he ordered. Claire did as she was told. He picked Elle up in his arms. "Here we go," he said and almost grinned as the two girls shrieked when he shot into the air and flew off quickly heading to Costa Verde.

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"Mohinder if you don't let us see Miss Walker then we'll just have to force our way in," Bob said losing patience as Agent Drake pointed his gun at Mohinder. Mohinder gave in.

"Alright," he said. "But she's not leaving this apartment."

"Deal," Bob said and pushed his way past Mohinder. He saw Molly sitting at her desk coloring in her room. "Miss Walker," he said faking a kind voice. Molly turned around curiously.

"Yeah?"

"Can you do me a favor? My daughter has run away and I need you to find her," he said pretending to be upset.

"I need a picture," she said. Bob quickly pulled one out of his pocket. It was a picture he had taken of Elle when she was laughing and smiling. It had been a rare occasion and despite his sudden anger outbursts towards Elle he did like her at times. But he reminded himself that she had left and that couldn't be forgiven though he knew he needed her back. She was the top agent no matter what anyone said. Elle had dragged in many victims for him and of course had failed a few times. He'd made sure she'd been punished for that.

"Your daughter is pretty," Molly said looking at the picture.

"Her name is Elle."

"That's a good name," Molly said as he put a map of the country on her desk and gave her a thumb tack.

"Just put it wherever she is," he said. Molly nodded and shut her eyes. After a few seconds of silence and concentration she put the tack right on the location.

Agent Drake, who had stood watching, said, "Bennet lied to us. He said he had no idea where they were."

"Let's go," Bob said. "Thank you Miss Molly. Vince we leave immediately."

Agent Drake nodded. "Yes sir."

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"Are you sure about this?" Elle asked as she hung back and was afraid to approach the Bennet house. Peter wrapped his arm around her waist.

"I'll keep you safe," he promised.

"They're gunna find us," she warned Peter. "Their whole family's going to be in danger. He'll destroy all of them to get to us."

"Peter what the hell are you doing?" Bennet shouted from the doorway.

"Dad!" Claire screamed and ran to her father who embraced her but still looked at Peter.

"This is dangerous!" Noah shouted.

"Sylar got to them," Peter said. "I didn't know where else to go." Noah sighed.

"Come on in," he said and noted how Elle clung to Peter and how he looked at her. "Hello Elle," he said as he saw the girl look at him. "Hey Noah," she said coldly and brushed past him.

"You can both stay in the guest house out back," Noah said to Elle and Peter. They nodded. "But you can't stay for too long," he warned them. "They'll come sooner or later." Both nodded and head for the back door leaving Claire and her father alone.

"Where's mom and Lyle?" Claire asked.

"I sent them to a nearby hotel," he said quietly. "It'll be safer for them. It's going to get a lot messier around here."

"You think?"

"I know," he said. He quickly looked over his shoulder to make sure Peter and Elle had left. "How bad was it when you found Elle?"

"It was terrible dad, she was almost dead," Claire whispered.

"He's sick."

"We're keeping her safe dad," Claire said looking him right in the eye. "No one deserves to be treated like that their whole life."

"I'm proud of you sweetie."

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"You trust me don't you?" Peter asked Elle who was sitting on the edge of the bed in the guest house out back. They had just woke up from their awkward nap. Elle had clearly curled up one side of the bed and Peter on the other.

"I'm scared, but yes," she said.

"Don't be scared," he said wiping a tear from her face with the back of his hand.

"Why not?" she asked but was met with a kiss from him. She was startled for a second but began to kiss him back. It wasn't like Adam's evilness. It was the exact opposite. Elle felt safe with Peter and knew she trusted him.

"Sorry," he said as he broke away. Elle caught her breath and allowed a huge grin to spread across her face.

"Don't be," she said right in his ear. That did it and he began to kiss her heavily. She enjoyed every second as she made her way and climbed onto his lap. He fell backwards and she lay on top of him as they made out. His strong hands gripped her sides firmly and she felt safe in his arms.

"Peter?" came Claire's voice distantly. The two ignored it and kept making out. "Elle?" This time her voice seemed more worried. The two broke apart and sighed blissfully. A loud bang suddenly caught their attention. They looked puzzled at each other and reluctantly got up off the bed and Peter held her hand.

They burst through the doors at the same time. "Claire?" they both shouted in unison. But there was no one between the guest house and the main house. The backyard was fenced in and they turned to see if she was behind them but she wasn't. "Claire!" Peter shouted. "Where the hell is she?" The two spun around and heard the backdoor of the main house open.

"Where is she?!" Noah shouted and rushed out the back towards the two. "Get in the house!" The two obediently ran back into their guest house. Where the hell was Claire?