Claire rubbed her eyes, the sun was shining brightly through her open window. John was really getting on her nerves with leaving the windows and curtains open all the time. She hated her new guard; sure they meant the best, but they were constantly getting in the way. And she was running out of excuses to keep them out of the classrooms. Where Peter had been satisfied with just waiting outside the door, the others wanted inside to keep a better eye on her. It was insane and she didn't know how much more she could take. Gretchen had moved back to her old room and rarely even talked to her anymore and that left Claire with exactly zero friends.

Three weeks and counting, she was practically begging Sylar to make a move. The wait was killing her. She was to the point where she just didn't know what to do with herself anymore. Groaning, she drug herself to the bathroom, only to see John coming out after inspecting it. How he managed to get in and out without being seen, she didn't know, but she was extremely grateful. She didn't know what she would say if he got caught.

"Hey Claire," Monique greeted without enthusiasm.

"Hey." She was well aware that the other girls in her dorm were getting tired of the men lurking about it, especially since she never did come up with a good reason for them to be there. She made quick work of her morning routine and headed back to her stuffed room. "Peter, do you think it's over? Maybe-"

"I don't think so. I think they're biding their time, trying to figure the best way around our new force." Peter patted her on the arm and led her to the door, she only had ten minutes until the start of class.

Claire groaned, would this never end? Where was Sylar and what was he waiting for? She walked to class with Tirak standing entirely too close, as usual; the man had apparently never heard of a personal bubble. It was bad enough walking beside him, but talking to him was nearly unbearable; he would stand so close that with a deep breath, their stomachs were likely to touch, and if you took a step back, he would just take another one closer.

Peter was chatting randomly, she had no idea what he was saying and she could see John and Eric hovering nearby on opposite sides. Gretchen walked by with her new crush, Samantha. They had been nearly unseparatable lately and Gretchen couldn't seem to find the time to so much as eat lunch with Claire. She sighed and continued to ignore Peter's prattle on her way to her first lovely class of the day. She was beginning to hate college.

An elbow poked Claire's ribs and she immediately blinked her eyes rapidly, waking up. She looked up at the handsome blonde guy sitting next to her. He grinned as he stood to leave. "Charlie." He offered his hand.

"Claire." She shook his warm hand. She had noticed him several times before but had never spoken with him; he was usually encircled by girls.

"Did you have a good nap?"

"Yeah, actually, thanks." He chuckled and slowed his walk to match hers. Peter moved towards her and she rapidly shook her head no and he fell back a few paces, but stayed on her tail. She didn't see the others but knew that Tirak would be waiting just outside the door to the building.

"You're a freshman?"

"Is it that obvious?" She grinned.

"Honestly, yeah." He was a little smug about that, drooping her grin. It was then that she noticed his cocky walk and the zit on his chin, lifting her smile again. "So, Clara, are you seeing anybody?"

"Nope." She rolled her eyes, purposefully not correcting his mispronunciation of her name. She'd met plenty of guys like him before and none of them were worth knowing.

His brow crinkled for a moment when she so casually dismissed him. "Well, we'll go out tonight then. Unless you're worried about being out on a school night."

"Nah, I'm good." She blew him off, not taking the bait.

"Wait, was that, I'm good and I'll meet you at eight, or-"

"I don't think so, Chuck, sorry." She took an unexpected left away from him into a small lab room. To her irritation, he followed her. She wondered for a moment if she was going to have to call on Peter's assistance. But he was at her side before she had a chance. "Peter?"

She looked around the room and found it abandoned, or at least it was for the moment. It was only a minute before others started filing in. Great, she was crashing a class; she needed to get out, but Charlie was in her way.

"Have a seat, Claire." He stepped close to her and Peter used his abilities to push him back a few steps and hold him there.

"What's this?" Peter asked, still keeping Charlie at bay. Tirak, John, and Eric had all wandered into the classroom. Their eyes were furious, they weren't under their own control. "Sylar."

Sylar came in next, followed by Becky and several other girls. It was a rather large crowd now, composed of specials and ordinary students and one confused looking professor. No one seemed to know how they ended up in the classroom but Claire was more concerned about why they were all there.

"At least Bennett attempted to give you better protection," Sylar broke the silence.

"What now?" Peter asked, little jolts of electricity leaping around in his hands.

"We wait; Samuel's coming." His eyes trained on Peter's hand. "None of that, now." And the blue lights flickered out.

"Why the others?" Claire half whispered.

"Security," Becky answered with a smug grin.

Claire sat on the edge of a desk and crossed her arms, Peter walked stiffly to a chair, it was obvious Sylar was forcing him to. The rest of her guard moved, like her uncle, to sit stiffly in a chair. Most of the others in the room wandered about, trying to open doors and windows, all of which were stuck tight. She watched anxiously as Sylar leaned against the wall behind him; his body and manner was relaxed and casual, but his eyes were sharp and staring at something over her shoulder.

"Claire, you had to go and make this difficult on yourself." Charlie had stepped in front of her now and leaned uncomfortably close to her.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh please." She looked purposefully past him, to Sylar who was staring hard at her.

"Things are going to happen now. Samuel doesn't like to be ignored. And I hear he's called in someone special for you." He leaned so close now, that she could feel his breath on her face. "It's not about acquiring you anymore. No, now he's going to embarrass you and torture your father."

"Whatever," she said flippantly, she hoped her face didn't betray her fear at his pronouncement. She continued to watch Sylar; his gaze turning angry. She wondered if this Charlie was making him jealous. If she wasn't so disgusted by the toad, she might test out her theory and see if she could work it into some semblance of a plan. But she doubted there would be time for that. Already, something was happening to the people surrounding her.

Charlie had closed his eyes, as had Peter and several others. Tirak was squirming in his seat like most of the females in the room; John and Eric were both rubbing themselves and staring at the nearest girls. Claire seemed to have a delayed reaction as a tingling was just beginning in her lower belly. Her brow furrowed as she tried to understand what was happening to her.

Charlie however, had no time for her to figure things out. He grabbed her roughly by the neck and pressed his chest to hers, she instinctively clenched her thighs together, wishing her skirt was longer and started to shove him away. The tingling grew stronger and she fought even harder. Suddenly, Charlie flew across the room and landed on a desk; he was promptly mounted by a pretty brunette.

Sylar wasted no time in taking his place in front of her. His eyes were intense and burning into her making it a little hard to breath. She squirmed in her position on the desk, rubbing her thighs together a bit, which only served to make the desire that was growing inside of her even stronger. His nostrils flared he leaned in and ran his nose up her neck making her shiver. "What's going on?" she gasped.

"An ability. The room's full of pheromones." His hand slid across the base of her neck and his fingers began to gently massage her scalp. Was someone now sucking the air out of the room? "I'd guess that the only reason you can resist for the moment is your body's unique ability to heal, must be fighting off the hormones because of the high rates."

"Can't, can't you stop it?" Claire let her head drop back, baring her throat to Sylar's kisses. His lips trailed down her neck, sucking and licking. She moaned as he leaned into her, bending her over his arm.

"If I knew who was doing it." He nibbled at her ear. "If I knew where they were." He kissed her, his mouth moving with hers. "If I could keep any thought in my head besides your body." He groaned when her tongue glided into his mouth, sliding along his.

Claire fought to keep her brain straight as she opened her legs, allowing Sylar to step closer between them and press their bodies tightly together. She grabbed a handful of his hair as another sharper bolt of lust rocked her body at the same time he released her mouth with a grunt. As he moved his mouth back to her neck, she glanced to her left and saw some girl sitting on Peter's lap, his hands on her naked hips, and Claire pulled her eyes away before she saw anymore.

All around the room, people were rubbing their nude bodies against each other. Sylar's hand slid down her shirt and came back out with a breast. "Wait! Wait, please."

He groaned, mouth an inch away from her. "I don't think I can, Claire."

"No, I just don't want anyone to see." She buried her face in his neck, kissing it lightly.

He moaned again and pressed his lips to her flesh. Claire gasped and pushed herself against him, which was apparently the right thing to do because he moaned and pushed back. He tucked her breast back into her shirt, but kept kneading it softly. His other hand slid carefully up her thigh and underneath her skirt to rub.

"Oh God, get, get them out of the way, oh please," she begged, clinging to his strong frame.

"Mmmm…" he hummed against her skin. His hand quickly gripped the edge of her underwear and pulled them down, using his telekinesis to lift her bottom off the table momentarily. He smirked at her surprised face, to which she grabbed him by the neck and yanked his mouth back to hers. She could feel the shock in his kiss before he returned his hand between them.

"Ah!" she yelped as his fingers lightly caressed, making her legs begin to tremble. "Oh! Oh!" .

Sylar grunted, then pulled his face back a little ways to look at her. "Claire, tell me you've done this before," he panted. She breathlessly shook her head, unable to form the words. "Fuck." He stilled his hands and rested his head on her shoulder.

"Please, don't stop. I can't take it."

He growled, "I know. Give me your hand."

"What? Please just-"

"Give me your hand." He grabbed her wrist and pulled it to his jeans front.

Catching on, Claire opened his pants. "Wow." She hesitated to touch, not sure what she was supposed to do. His large hand enfolded her own and showed her how to move just right so that his eyes were closed and his mouth slightly open. She smiled as she watched him enjoy what she was doing to him and then gasped aloud as he began moving his fingers again.

After mere seconds, her body started to twitch outside of her control and her face burned. Then something hot and liquid exploded in her lower abdomen, causing her back to arch and an unbidden cry to escape her lips. She was vaguely aware of something warm gushing onto her hand.

She opened her eyes and looked into the soft pair gazing back at her. If she had thought that would be it, she was wrong. The pheromones were still clouding the air and she knew she needed more.

A/N: dun dun dun, green giant. Er, what? never mind. So…please review and let me know what you're thinking.

Thanks for reading!