Disclaimers: Don't own Heroes, NBC does. This is just for fun and no money has ever or will ever change hands, ever

"So now I see the purpose behind the larger bed. That Angela, she thinks of everything." He scooted over as he laughed. "Care to join me?"

"Shut up!" Claire cried.

"Oh come on Claire, I'm not gonna force you to have sex with me. Like I said, I'm a serial killer, not a rapist. I have some standards." He huffed.

She went to the side of the bed and looked down at him. "What are they going to do? I mean, if we don't fall in line, if we don't do what they want. Angela, she can be ruthless."

Sylar ran his hand over his face.

"I don't know, Claire. This whole thing is so surreal." He actually spoke to her like a normal person, it sorta wigged her.

"How long do you think we've been here?" She asked.

"Not sure, why?"

"Look." She cut her palm with her finger nail, and it began to heal slowly. "It's slow, I mean it may not be healed until tomorrow maybe, but I think my body is fighting the drugs. Do you have any of your abilities back?"

Sylar took a breath and sat up. "Let's see." He gashed his arm and waited. "Not yet, but a little, look." He held his arm up to her and the ends of his wound were slowly knitting.

"I have a feeling they won't be giving us too many more drugs, anyway." He stated.

"Why not?" She cocked her head to one side

Cute, he thought. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts he answered her.

"If they want you pregnant, I would think they would want you drug-free. And since we're in here they think they're safe." He shrugged.

"Are they safe?" She asked him.

"Once my abilities return I can take care of those doors and get us out of here." He smiled at Claire.

"You would you help me?" Claire was surprised.

"Nathan and Angela are screwing with the both of us so I'll help you. But if you stand in my way once I get out of here, all bets are off." He stated flatly.

"Meaning?" She bit her lower lip as she waited for his answer.

"I think you know what I mean." He sniped. "Nathan's mine. And maybe Angela."

"I'll try and talk you out of it." Claire responded.

"You can try." He sneered.

"What do we do until then?" She asked him.

Sylar shrugged. "Don't know."

"Yeah you do, so don't try it." Claire sat on the edge of the bed. "Scoot over and keep your hands to yourself."

"Don't flatter yourself, cheerleader." Sylar snorted.

"Did you put the drug in their water?" Angela asked the food handler.

"Yes, ma'am." He replied.

"Ma, I thought we couldn't give them anymore inhibitor if we really expect Sylar to get Claire…well, you know." Nathan told his mother.

"It's not the inhibitor, Nathan. But if we want to have an heir apparent, we need to get them in the mood." Nathan looked at his mother in confusion.

"It's an aphrodisiac, dear. It's safe for both of them and it should bring them…closer." Angela disdainfully explained.

Claire leaned against the wall as she finished off her lunch, capping her empty bottle of water. She looked over at Sylar. He was on the opposite wall, his long legs stretched out. It's strange, she thought, he's a killer, a psychotic killer…although maybe all killers were psychotic, she shrugged. But the past two days she'd begun to see him in a totally different light. Stockholm syndrome? She smiled at her thought.

Despite all of it, he was still so beautiful. She'd never been with a man and the boys she'd known were nothing like Sylar. His chest, his arms, she had no idea someone could look like that in real life. And his eyes were such a deep brown, his lashes so thick and long, and when he looked at her with those eyes…she could almost give in to Angela's wishes.

But she hated him, she reminded herself, he ripped her head open and ruined her. She could never forgive him. And he was a killer, it was a known fact. A fact known by Angela. Known by Nathan. Even known by her father who, with the help of Elle, turned him into the monster he had become.

Even with that knowledge, Angela and Nathan had arranged this. Had put them together to fuck. So, who should she hate more? The man who never made any excuse for what he had become or her 'family', who willingly sacrificed her to their twisted cause? All they did was lie to her and now, this betrayal. She wasn't sure she could ever forgive them or is she even should.

Shaking her head, she picked up the apple on her tray and bit into it.

Sylar watched the girl. He could almost read her mind. She hated him and she still feared him, although she was beginning to overcome that. Unfortunately. But her hate was being deflected by her burgeoning revulsion to her own 'family'.

That she was changing towards him was clear. Being forced to live together was a defining factor in that. She interacted with him, not as Sylar the serial killer, or Gabriel Gray the stereo typical nerd. But as a man. He wasn't unaware that of late, more women came on to him, it aided him in his collection of abilities. And he noticed the way Claire would look at him when she thought he wasn't aware. But he was and it shook him.

She was 18, young, but still legal, he thought to himself. Oh Christ, what the fuck was he considering? He'd only had sex twice in his life and since he'd started on this new career path, he chuckled to himself, he'd not really felt the need. Not since that bitch Elle. But Claire, she was different, she'd always been different. And he was pretty sure she was still a virgin and that started a whole new train of thought. She'd be his and his alone. He'd make it so good for her that she'd never think of another man.

Claire got up and went to sit by him. He started at her movement.

"What?" He barked.

"Jeez, what bug crawled up your butt?" She rolled her eyes.

"Gee, I don't know. We've been captured by the Company. We're expected to procreate. Our powers are all but gone. And, oh yeah, if we don't perform, more than likely I'll end up with a spike at the base of my skull before I'm burned to a cinder." He snarked.

"Well yeah, there's that…" She couldn't seem to focus on her thoughts, all she could really see was his shoulder muscle, the way it flexed when he brought up his water bottle to his mouth. And she really loved him in that wife-beater tee, she sighed.

And that mouth, she thought, so sexy. Claire reached out and ran her finger over his bottom lip to catch a drop of moisture, bringing it to her mouth she ran the tip of her tongue to taste it.

"Jesus, Claire!" Sylar groaned. "What the hell?"

"Can't help it. I…I…" He reached out for her and she moaned as she allowed him to pull her onto his lap, letting her feel his reaction to her.

"They gave us something, you do realize that, right?" He let his tongue run over her jaw, shuddering with need.

"Well, yeah, but to be totally honest…" She ground her core into him as she nipped at his neck.

"Umm, totally honest?" He asked.

"I've been thinking, well feeling…I hate you, everything you are, but god, I want you. I…" she paused, "can we not talk?" She softly asked.

"Yeah, no talking." He rose and picked her up, carrying her to the bed. "No more talking."

He looked up at the camera that was always trained on them.

"Angela, you have us where you want us so how about you give us a little privacy? I'm sure your techs would love a show, but they can just rent some porn. Turn the camera off and shut off the audio." He knowingly arched a brow at her.

In the surveillance room, Angela raised an eyebrow before flipping the microphone switch on.

"Audio and video are off for an hour." She responded.

"Better make it three, that shit you gave us did it's magic." Sylar smirked as Claire buried her head in his chest, embarrassment over coming her.

"Three hours then." Angela flipped the switch off and motioned to the technicians to turn off the equipment. "Take a break and be back," she looked at her watch, "at five."

"Are you sure this is wise mother? He could kill her." Nathan asked.

"If he were going to kill her Nathan, she'd be dead. The last thing he has on mind right now is seeing her dead." Angela said calmly.