All the usual disclaimers

Rows of beds littered the room. Each person was attached to an IV and nose tubes that were undoubtedly keeping them unconscious, unable to use their ability. Taking a deep breath to keep from vomiting, she ran to the first bed.

It was Matt Parkman. She pulled the IV out and went to the next bed.

"Claire?" Sylar had followed her in after he killed Danko. "What the hell is this?"

"Our people, Sylar." She cried. "We have to free them. Please."

"Damn it, Claire. We don't have time for this!" He looked around, dozens of them. All abilities he could take, it was like a fucking smorgasbord, he thought with a groan.

"Sylar, please, help me." She begged.

"Yeah, fine." He began pulling IVs out of arms and tubes out of noses. "Hey, Claire?"

"What?" She hurried to his side.

"This one was shot; she looks like she's almost dead." Sylar grimaced.

Matt stumbled over to them and Claire turned to him.

"It's Daphne. Oh my god, they just left her here to die." He mumbled.

"You thought they'd waste energy on trying to fix us? If Danko had his way, we'd all be dead." Sylar quipped. He turned from Matt and picked up an empty syringe. Pushing it into his vein, he extracted a plunger full.

"Here, it might help. Claire's blood brought back that bastard Petrelli, it might help her." He tuned back to Claire.

"We gotta get out of here." He looked over at everybody waking up and turned to Matt. "Get them out and tell them to scatter. Danko's dead but she made me keep Nathan alive. He'll come after everyone again."

"What the hell happened to you?" Matt asked Sylar as he injected the vial of blood into Daphne.

The serial killer looked down at Claire and shrugged. "Not sure. But we gotta go."

"Where will you go?" He asked.

"We have to try and find someplace they won't ever find us." Sylar answered.

"Her Dad'll bust a vein to find his Claire-bear." Matt predicted.

"Matt, tell him not to look. I'll contact him when it's safe. And tell my mom…" Claire held back a sob.

"Tell her we'll come for her when it's safe. Tell her not to worry; I'm taking care of Claire." Sylar lifted her up into his arms and left.

Matt followed them and saw Nathan struggling to move. Sylar released them and turned to Matt.

"Lock them up. You gotta get everyone out before reinforcements come." Matt nodded and took Angela and Nathan to a supply closet. "Why are you doing this?" He asked Sylar over his shoulder.

"We have to get out of here." Sylar ignored the question and motioned to Claire, who was looking through the window at Noah. She placed her hand on the pane and smiled.

"I love you Dad, but I have to leave." She went to Sylar and they left.

A few weeks after fleeing Building 26, Claire had picked up a pregnancy test. She and Sylar were living in a small cabin in the woods of Vermont, attempting to stay under the radar of the company. Trying to stay undetected by Noah and Nathan.

"Claire?" Sylar called out as he came home with several maps. "Where are you?"

Claire walked out of the bathroom holding a white stick, tears flowing down her face.

"It's two pink lines." She wailed. "Two pink lines means yes, means positive. I'm pregnant."

Sylar chuckled. "Well babe, we kinda suspected that, didn't we?"

"Don't you dare laugh at me!" She fumed. "Yes, suspected, but I wasn't for sure sure." And she was scared, really scared. I'm only 18, she thought, what do I know about being a mother?

"It's okay, I promise you. It'll be fine." He took her in his arms and smoothed her hair. "Come over here, look what I got." He was excited and it showed in his eyes. This new life, he had Claire and she was going to have his baby. Despite the fact that there was probably the largeset covert manhunt going on for them, Sylar felt that this was the best day in his entire life.

She hiccupped and let him lead her over to the table, smiling at his evident enthusiasm. "What is it?"

"A map of Costa Rica. Look, here's a community, Nicoya. Not too small but not too big. Lots of Europeans, we'll blend in. We'll get centered, figure out what to do." He looked at her hopefully.

"What about passports? Money? What about…" Claire was scared.

"Taken care of. I got in touch with Matt, and he's in contact with everyone else. Here." He handed over two passports. She opened them and wrinkled her nose.

"Why didn't you tell me? Is that the only photo you had of me? You could've asked, I would've done my hair." She complained.

"You look pretty. Anyway, the point is, we have passports. But it doesn't matter, we aren't taking any commercial airliners, thanks to bio-dad." He smirked.

"And what about money? I don't want us to have to rob anybody." Claire looked pointedly at him.

"I took Elle's dad's ability. I can turn anything into gold, remember? So, money? Not such a problem." He shrugged.

"Yeah, I forgot." She sat on the couch. "So, we're leaving the country. My mom's never going to know what happened to me. She'll never know she had a grandchild."

Sylar kneeled in front of her. "It won't be forever. But we have to keep you and this baby safe. Things won't be like this forever. Things will change."

"Not if Nathan has anything to say about it." She said sadly. "I should've let you kill him"

"Well, yeah, but we'll just have to take care of that bastard another time." He stood up and held his hand out to her. "Come on, let's celebrate. We just found out we're gonna be parents."

She rolled her eyes. Sylar's ever-present celebration mode was sex. Claire smiled and shrugged. Could be worse, she thought, as she took his hand and let him lead her into the bedroom.

Shorter chapter, but we are onward to Costa Rica and family matters :) Let me know what you think so far!