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Claire shifted in her seat, she placed her right arm on the table, to make a barrier between her and Peter. She wasn't going to break yet, she had grown stronger in the recent months, and that pleading and lopsided smirk weren't going break her defences. Not this time. When the words filled her head, her body tensed. It was just like him to invade her like that, any means needed to try and win her back to his side. Once Peter has finished, her fist clenched, anger building inside of her, he thought she would just forgive him didn't he? That she'd just fall from her pride because he was her hero. No, not this time.

Claire raised her head, looking straight ahead past the head of her family, to focus on a spot on the wall opposite her. Her silent defence was interrupted by the arrival of the starter course for their meal, tomato bruschetta. As the family started eating, Claire's focus deteriorated, as she held the salsa covered bread in her hand, she drifted back to the night at the Carnival. More importantly, the jump, the things she saw before she hit the ground and the questions afterward. It was all a blur after she stood up and relocated her shoulder. Nathan had flown in and had taken her away from the flashing lights. Only to yell at her for thirty minutes, until she started crying, he then pulled her into an embrace, and told her, Everything is going to be fine Claire, I promise. That was a lie though, everything was not fine. Different people reacted with equalling emotions. Some welcomed them, even hired them to help keep people safe, like Sylar who now worked with the police in hostage situations to stop the criminal and get the victim out safely. However, some people had turned on them, refusing to acknowledge them as human, calling them "experiments" "freaks". The worst one happened to Claire whilst she was in a class.

A girl had walked up to her, tilted her head and stated "I've only ever seen you, your father and your uncle with these powers, are you sure you're some incestuous rejects who find it okay to fuck each other?" That one had sent Claire over the edge. She jumped up and grabbed the girl by the throat, throwing her onto the table she was once sitting at. Claire was only stopped from choking the girl to death when a boy shoved a knife into Claire's back, hitting her heart, and killing her. This gave the shaken girl time to stand up and back away from the angered blonde. When Claire gasped for air, people ran, no one wanting to get on her bad side, as they knew you couldn't win against a girl that can't die.

A hand touched Claire's shoulder making her jump out of her trance. Her hands opened releasing the bruschetta, which fell to her plate with a small thud. She looked at the owner of the hand. Peter's eyes looked at her with worried expressions. She pushed his hand of her shoulder, and excused herself, saying she needed some air. She pushed her chair out, stood up and walked to in the direction of the terrace.

Once outside in the cold air, her body relaxed. The snowflakes melting on her olive skin. She leaned forward, resting her arms on the stone fencing. She looked up, eyeing the snow filled clouds, the occasional aeroplane, and a star or two visible between the clouds. A small, sad smile appeared on her lips as she breathed in deeply, exhaling a rush of air, visible to her eyes.

Peter watched Claire from the door into the hall, leaning against the frame. He walked beside her, his shoulder touching hers as he leaned in the same way she did. He saw her shiver, coming to the conclusion she was cold. He placed an arm around her shoulders, trying to warm her up.

"Claire, you know you can talk to me. What's bothering you so much?" He asked her, looking at her downcast eyes as he spoke.

"Peter, why are you here? Do you really think I'm just going to open up and spill my sorrows for you to see?" She glared at him, the anger still inside her.

"No of course not, but I'm worried about you Claire, am I not allowed to be worried about someone I care for?" He questioned, getting slightly angry himself now.

"You care about? You haven't showed any sign that you care for me in over 3 months Peter! I'm closer to Sylar than I am to! You were my hero Peter, and you let me down, how can I ever forgive you for that? How?" She hissed at him. Her eyes burning with pain and disappointment.

Peter sighed, Claire was now facing him fully, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. Peter ran a hand through his hair.

"I don't know. I was wrong not to try and see you. I feel awful for abandoning you, but how was I to realise you needed me? You didn't exactly call, or text did you?" He shouted at her, their argument growing every second.

Claire shook her head, a cynical laugh escaping her lips.

"Oh right so it's my fault is it Peter? What happened to Save the cheerleader, save the world? What happened to us? There were points when you would do anything to protect me, and you didn't even come and see me. Or couldn't you be bothered? Was Emma taking up all your spare time?" She shouted back, walking back into the warmth of the building, only to be stopped by a hand at her elbow.

"What the hell has Emma got to do with this? She has done nothing wrong!" Peter seethed at her.

"She took my hero away from me! That's what she did!" Claire yelled in his face, stunning him silent.