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

Warning: a little bit more smut

I was going to rewrite chapter 3 after reviewing some critiques, but decided to just go forward with it.

Thanks to all who reviewed, it helps and it's gratifying to know people are reading and giving my work some thought 8 ) But I love you peeps who are just enjoying the fic!

Angela was alone in the surveillance room when she clicked on the video and audio equipment. She was nervous; the plan was to have the two of them come to depend on each other through mutual sexual gratification. But Sylar was totally unpredictable and if her plan didn't work she wanted to get Claire out of there.

Sylar was confessing his need for Claire more than any ability. Angela smiled to herself, feeling vindicated almost, until she heard him blaming Noah and her for making him the monster that he had become. She grimaced at the truth of it.

Claire didn't seem to care that he was a monster. Angela bit her lip at the fact that her young granddaughter was moving into moral ambiguity. But she was a Petrelli at heart, so this wasn't too hard to accept. It was necessary evil.

Yes, she rationalized, it had to be done. For the survival of their kind, it had to be done. Save the cheerleader, save the world, yes. But now it was, save the psychotic killer, save their species, and Angela would not let their species go down without a fight.

This was not good. This was so not good. He was Sylar. He was defined by his power, his ability. And that ability was taking what he craved, feeding his hunger.

He heard Claire sigh, she snuggled deeper into his embrace as she moved her thigh over his hip, settling her leg between his.

God damn it, he thought, I'm so fucked! His need, his hunger for her was stronger than the craving he had for any ability. She satiated the hunger, fulfilled his every need. But fuck it, anyway, I'm Sylar, he declared to himself. Without the hunger, what am I?

Claire moaned as she rubbed her leg against his throbbing member.

"Again?" She peered up at him. With a low, sexy laugh, she slid over him to straddle his waist.

"Is this okay?" She questioned, her inexperience showing. She felt so much, he made her feel so much, and she wanted to let him feel this. But she didn't want her innocence to show so glaringly.

"Yeah, it's good. Everything is good." He ground out through his teeth and pushed her up slightly before reaching between their bodies to position himself at her entrance.

Sylar looked up at the red light. "Turn it off!" He barked.

Claire didn't care who was looking, she was too engrossed in Sylar. The blanket slid from her shoulders as she impaled herself on him, gasping as he broke through her re-grown muscle again. She stilled, allowing herself to adjust to him. Claire began to move slowly at first, relishing the thickness inside, filling her.

Picking up the pace, Sylar angled her hips as he thrust up, hitting a spot that made Claire scream with pleasure.

"God yes, Sylar! Yes!" She began to rock faster, her orgasm building. She came with a shout as she fell, Sylar following right after.

Noah Bennett was in a foul mood. He couldn't find Claire and he felt helpless as he had no compatriots in this new Company. He knew Danko had her, he just had no idea where and his clearance to the lower levels in building 26 had been denied. It made him sick that both Nathan and Angela probably knew where his daughter was and they wouldn't share the information with him. He had to find a way down, Claire had to be there and he had to save her. He just had to find her, for her sake and for her mother. Sandra was frantic.

He had spoken to Angela about it, but she denied seeing Claire in the bowels of the building.

"She's been through a lot Noah, she's probably at one of her friends. Did you give them a call? And don't forget, Nathan did give her that charge card, she may be at a spa, you know how teenagers can be." She was non-pulsed.

"She's been gone over a week Angela. She would never do that to her mother or me. What do you know? What aren't you telling me?" He demanded.

"Nothing, Noah. Claire's very head strong, you know that. Just give her time." Angela walked away from him, hiding her guilt well.

Sylar led Claire to the bathroom to shower. It was also the only place they could talk without being heard. At least they allowed them to take a dump in privacy, Sylar thought.

"Shower together? I don't know…" Claire bit her lower lip. Sylar had shown her a lot of things, but somehow this felt so intimate, something lovers did. And she and Sylar were not lovers. They had sex, lots and lots of sex. But no love was involved. Still, she felt the need to give into him. He gave her something no one else had. It was weird, she was trapped in a cement cell with a monstrous serial killer, yet she couldn't remember feeling so care free and happy since before her ability had manifested. Could she be anymore screwed up, she asked herself?

Sylar shut the door and turned Claire to face him.

"Has your ability returned?" He asked.

"Yeah, look." She took her nail and scratched a deep cut that instantaneously healed. "How about you?"

"Yes, all of them." He sneered.

Claire blinked and swallowed hard. "What are you planning?"

He chuckled as he wiped a strand of hair from her face. "Don't worry Claire-bear, I'll never let anything happen to you. You're my new obsession, remember?"

She leaned into him. "Am I your only obsession?"

"Fuck, Claire, don't push me." He growled.

"I'm not, I just want to know." Her voice was small and it went straight to his heart.

"Damnit, Claire, yeah. You fucking neutered me. I don't want anything but you. Are you happy now?" He ground out. "But it doesn't mean I'm not gonna kill that fucker Danko if I get a chance. And if there's a power I need, I'm gonna take it."

"But you told me you don't need to kill to take it." She reminded him.

"Yeah, but Claire, it feels so good." He whined. As an after-thought, Sylar really shouldn't have shared that with Claire. Damn pillow talk.

"I may be pregnant, Sylar. I probably am what with the way we've been going at it. I don't want my child thinking his father's a cold blooded killer." She argued.

"Claire, I am a cold-blooded killer. We're in here, isolated from the real world. I don't know what I'm gonna be, what I'm gonna do once were out." He desperately whispered to her.

She looked into his eyes and nodded, her decision made. "Okay, I guess we'll see."

They'd been together for over a week, at least she thought it had to be that long, and during that time they not only had sex, but they talked. She knew how he'd been abandoned and totally abused by his family. Both his biological family and by his adopted parents as well. And then he'd been screwed by her family, first Noah and Elle, then Angela. The company had a lot to answer for.

But she made a decision right then and there. She's stand by him no matter what. She hated the hunger that drove him, but she could help him control it. If she had to fuck him morning, noon and night, she'd help him control his beast. Claire knew she didn't love him, but she understood him and she wanted him. And to be totally honest, she needed him. No one but Sylar could protect her, and if she was pregnant, protect their child. He'd stop at nothing to protect what was his.

"Okay?" He sneered.

"Yeah, okay. I'm not your keeper. I'm just the girl you fuck. And I may be the girl carrying your child. So, okay. Keep me and my baby safe." She took his hand in hers. "When do we get out of here?"

Sylar blinked a couple of times, more than surprised at what she was declaring. Claire would accept him, no matter what it would appear. And he had to admit to the huge wave of relief that washed over him. He would not give her back, ever.

"That's my girl. We leave tonight. Or today, I'm not sure what time it is. I wish I did, 'cuz leaving at night seems to make more sense, but either way, after they feed us we leave." Sylar smirked.

"Alright. Do I have time for a shower?"

Sylar groaned as he pulled her towards him. "We have time for a shower."

Claire looked up at him and realized she had officially moved into the shadow. That grey area. The place that her father lived in. The place that Angela and Nathan thrived in. Where there really wasn't a right or wrong, just a place where one lived to survive the fucked up things one did. And she needed to survive. For her baby's sake, and she was sure she was pregnant, and for her family's sake. Because she was also sure she could keep Sylar from slaughtering the few people she really did love.

And she also realized the grey area meant that her need for Sylar circumvented any morals or ideals she thought she had.