Title: Please Dad

Rating: NC17 (Non-con)

Word Count: 3,056

Characters: HRG/Claire

Summary: Not set after a particular episode, but this does take place after Sylar 'fixes' Claire. Request... Please don't lynch me.

I was numb... That's the first sensation that I was aware of. My shoulders, my hands, my feet even everything was numb. My head felt fuzzy, but I was beginning to associate that with getting a head injury. I had had so many lately that I could identify it now, how sad was that? I blinked away the haze and looked around me. A bit confused, I took in a very regular sight. My room. I was in my room on my bed. How did I get here? What had happened? I asked myself as I tried to remember. I shifted my weight and as I did I realized that my hands were cuffed around the bed frame. "What the fu--"

"Careful Clairebear, don't want to say anything that could get you in trouble." Relief shot through me as I found Dad in the doorway to my room. I smiled as I pulled on the cuffs a few times.

"Dad! Thank goodness, I don't remember what happened. Someone's probably in the house, you have to warn mom and Lyle!" I said urgently. I was good for the moment and as soon as my brother and mom were safe, Dad would come back to let me loose.

"Oh, don't worry Clairebear, your mother and Lyle are fine. They weren't home when you got here and there's no one else in the house. I made sure." Once again relief seeped through me, but my mind was ignoring the fact that he hadn't moved from my doorway.

"That's a relief." I said smiling. "Come on dad, un-cuff me. Doesn't the Company give you handcuffs? Do all handcuff keys unlock every set of handcuffs?" I asked wishing now he'd hurry up. The numbing was starting to subside and I had those pins and needles running up and down my arms now. I looked back at him standing there with a small smile on his face and I rolled my eyes. "Ok, ok, I get it... I'm too trusting it would seem. I mean I can't remember how this happened, so the person who did it must have seemed nice. Do you know who it was?"

"You are too trusting that's for sure Claire." He said in a more serious tone than usual. He un-propped himself from the doorframe and walked closer, but not before kicking out a shoe to nudge the door closed.

"Great, no one's home and the door gets closed... This is going to be one tough lecture huh?" I asked only semi joking. I'd disappointed him, again, and I hated doing that. "Listen dad, I'm sorry... If I could remember what happened I would tell you exactly what I did..." I trailed off. The closer dad got to me the more menacing his smile seemed to be. Why can't I remember what happened? Is it natural that I can't or unnatural? What's going on? My mind was a blaze with questions that Dad's smile was not answering. I looked around the room for something that was out of the ordinary, nothing. I looked up at the cuffs on my wrists, my hands, my nails... There was blood underneath my nails. "Dad--"

"Hush, Clairebear." He said simply but didn't say anything else. He pulled the desk chair out and sat down scooting it close to the bed. Then he just sat there staring. I looked around him for any clue as to what had happened. That's why my head's fuzzy! It's not because of an injury it's because of memory loss... If I give my head enough time, I'll regain what I lost, it's part of my ability... But that could take a long time, depending on how much was removed... I processed this all in about two seconds, long enough for my eyes to focus on something that was definitely out of the ordinary.

"What happened to your arm dad?" I asked peppering my question with worry. I was already afraid I knew what his answer would be, but then nothing was making sense. He took his eyes off me long enough to look at his shirtsleeve. His sleeves were pulled down, but they were wrinkled as if pushed up at one time and the cuffs were undone. On his left sleeve were four bloody trails. He pushed that sleeve up to reveal four long wounds that had to have been made by nails, but not just anyone's nails... My nails...

"You should have more consideration for others Clairebear, no one else has your ability to heal from any wound." His words leaked ice water through my veins and my bare legs and arms pimpled with goose bumps.

"Dad, what's going on?" I asked hoping to get a sincere answer. Has he gone crazy? Is someone controlling him? Is he really Dad? My thoughts immediately snapped to Sylar, but then Sylar already had what he'd wanted from me. "Dad, please... You're scaring me..." Tears prickled my eyes as I tried to understand what was going on.

"Maybe that's what you need... A bit of fright, but no that is not what this is about." He said as he pulled his shirtsleeve back down. I watched his hand as he brought it up to my face and cupped my cheek. He'd done this countless times, but at that moment it felt so wrong. I flinched away from his touch involuntarily and as I did I saw the anger in his eyes. "What? I can't touch you now?" He asked as he purposefully laid both his hands on my bare legs. My ankles weren't tied down or cuffed as my wrists were so I kicked his hands off and scooted as far to the other side of the bed as I could. The bed was only a twin though and my efforts were wasted as he grabbed my left ankle and pulled me back towards him. "Did I say you could move?"

"Dad! Please!" I pleaded as he removed his tie with one hand. Tears were streaming down my face now but I didn't want to hurt him. He was still my dad and I couldn't stomach kicking him and possibly hurting him. "Dad!!" He ignored me as he used his tie to bind my ankle to the bedpost. The knot was tight and I couldn't move my leg at all now. Panic was blossoming in my chest and I started hyperventilating. "Dad. Please. Stop. Please. Stop." The words sounded funny between my gasps of breath.

"Clam down Clairebear." He said in a calm voice that didn't help my state of mind at all. He was acting as if this was all normal. His right hand cupped my cheek as his left hand trailed up my bare leg. The gooseflesh returned as I tried to calm down. I wouldn't be able to do anything if I couldn't calm down. "It's ok. It's just me..."

"Please... Please stop." I said as his hand inched ever higher. "What is this about? What did I do wrong?!" My panic was almost gone, but that didn't help that this seemed so wrong. If his intentions were what he was portraying them to be... I was close to doing anything that would get him to stop.

"Do? What did you do, Clairebear?" He asked as his hand stopped on my upper thigh almost underneath my denim skirt. He looked at me with those blue eyes that I'd always adored and smiled. "Why... What haven't you done? You know," He paused as his eyes left my face and traveled down my body. It was a figment of my imagination, I knew, but I swear I could feel his eyes on me. "I always liked it when you wore skirts, but of course I had to think like a father and tell you not to wear them... We both know what boys think when girls wear such short little skirts, don't we?"

My eyes widened at the absurdity of his words and I had to look back at his face to know that he'd said them. Did he really think this? Did he really see me as such a... A thing? As if I wasn't already crying at the situation, fresh tears stung my eyes at his flippant tone. "Dad, what is wrong with you?!" I asked hysterically. His smile never faltered as his eyes locked back on mine.

"Nothing's wrong with me... This is the real me, Clairebear. What? Did you think the Company hired spineless washouts? Did you think your old man was only a geek with a really cool job? Did you ever stop to think about anyone other than yourself? How do you think Lyle feels? He's my flesh and blood, but because of an obligation," He spit the word out, but his smile still remained. "Because of a whim on the Company's behalf I was stuck with a baby girl who I had to raise. A little girl who my wife adored so much I had to convince her to get pregnant. A little girl that turned out to have a very special ability. A little girl who turned into a young lady. A young lady who likes to tease her old man..." His voice finally trailed off. I stared at him dumbfounded.

"Wha..."

"I am a man Claire. I am not dead to the world just because I happen to be old. Your mother stopped paying attention to me once you turned sixteen. I did not understand why, that was until I saw you for the first time in a cheerleading outfit. From then on out... It's. Been. All. About. You." He punctuated his words with a lit smack to my cheek. It didn't hurt, nothing physical hurt anymore, but his words were sharper than knives, harder than a bus speeding at eighty-five miles an hour, and more shattering than my bones when Sylar had smacked me against the wall in Odessa.

I was too stunned to sob, to cry, or to register that his hand was already under my skirt. I felt the tug as he pulled my panties down. I started kicking my free leg then. This was not the man I knew. This man I had never met in my life and he was trying to rape me. My kicking didn't fend him off, but it did help him relieve me of my panties, at least from one leg. I kicked more frantically now, which lasted a few minutes until his hand clamped on my calf. I looked at him then and it scared me that his expression wasn't of anger or lust, he was still calm.

"I would hate to have to stop every five minutes to break your leg... But I will unless you stop trying to kick me." I stared at him in horror.

"You're trying to rape me! You aren't in your right mind! HELP!" I started screaming, forgetting that he'd said no one was in the house. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!!"

"Scream all you like sweetie, no one will hear you." My throat locked up and my stomach fell away. I actually felt like I'd be sick. My mouth was open in shocked horror and it never registered that he was leaning down. His lips bruised mine against my teeth as he kissed me. No soft lips and sweet touches his actions were angry and lustful while his expressions were not. I was not responding, but I wasn't fighting it either. Maybe I can guilt him to stop... I thought as desperation took hold. No one knew where I was. My hero, time and again, was already here and he was being so much less than I'd ever thought he could be.

I laid there tears streaming down my face. I let him kiss me, but I was not going to give him the satisfaction of responding. I flinched but once when I felt his hand mere centimeters away from my most private of places. He pulled away from me to look into my eyes as his fingers explored me. I avoided his eyes as best I could, but nothing kept me from blushing furiously. This was mortifying. "Please stop..." I said once in such a tiny and defeated voice. I locked eyes with him as I said, "Daddy, please..." I rarely ever called him 'daddy.' Only when I was extremely upset was I reduced to a child so much that all I wanted was my daddy to hold me and kiss it better, but the current situation put a perverted twist to the name I called on when I really needed him.

He paused for a couple of seconds and an expression I knew and loved crossed his face. His eyes softened and for a moment I knew the man who was touching me, but then a thought must have crossed his mind as his features hardened and the mask of a stranger replaced his familiar lines. "I will have to untie your leg, but you'll behave yourself won't you Clairebear?" He asked me as he released my leg. I lay there hiding my face under my arm. Maybe if I pretend that it is someone else, anyone else then it won't be so bad... I thought as I heard fabric being cut and felt the cold air on my naked breasts. I kept my face hidden. He could do all he wanted, but he would not see me cry anymore.

I felt the bed shift as I assumed he climbed over me. At that moment I wished Sylar had taken away more than just my feeling of the pain... I wished I was numb and wasn't able to feel his hands on my waist as he raised my hips up off the bed. In the end I pretended that is was an unknown stranger that was taking advantage of me and for some reason this calmed me down and made me accept it. He wasn't rough when he entered me, but then I was a healer and my hymen regenerated every time, therefore I would perpetually be a virgin and no matter what anyone says the first thrust always hurts... Or at least it used to. I hadn't had sex after Sylar had fingered my brain, so I was a bit surprised that the pain never came.

I tried to ignore my body's reactions to sex. This was not someone... Actually yes I did love him. He was my dad, but at that moment I hated him more than I would ever hate Sylar. Despite my cold demeanor and silent acceptance of what was happening, the natural reactions to sex were something I couldn't ignore. People had sex when they hated each other all the time, or at least that's what I'd read, so I wasn't surprised that my body was enjoying itself while my heart broke and my mind raged.

"Oh, oh Clairebear!" He exclaimed as I felt his weight shift forward and his hand grab my hair. He pulled my head back and forced me to look at him. Fresh tears blurred my vision for which I was grateful but I was now hating my body's reactions to this man. He thrust into me ever harder and I grew faint and dizzy as I refused to increase my breathing to match his pace. Perhaps if I deprived myself of oxygen enough I would pass out and forget, but no such luck. He chuckled unexpectedly as he stopped his movements. He leaned down close to my face and forced another kiss on me. I remained silent and still with what I hoped was a blank expression. "You can pretend all you want Princess, but you're enjoying this just as much as I am."

"How... How can you do this to me? ME?!" I screeched, I hated the sound of my disused voice, but I was frantic again. I think the realization that it *was* my dad doing this had hit me again. His movements resumed, slowly at first and then increasing. He remained close to my face and with his hand still in a death lock in my hair I had no choice but to stare back at him. His eyes really are beautiful... I though absurdly, but I was trying to think of anything other than my approaching climax. The oxygen deprivation hadn't worked and now I was panting just as much as he was. I closed my eyes as the hated pleasure washed over me overwhelming all sense.

"Oh! DAD!" I screamed unexpectedly and blushed even more than I already was. What the fuck??!! I asked myself as soon as my head cleared of the intense pleasure, which was tainted by this act of rape. I felt like my own body had betrayed me and it sickened me to see a smile of glee on his face. I had not meant to scream out anything and I felt the laceration on my tongue heel over as I realized I'd bit it while climaxing. Apparently I'd had the peace of mind to restrain myself but it hadn't worked. Why had I cried out 'Dad' though... Has my mind betrayed me as well as my body? These thoughts warred through me as he climbed off of me.

"See... Wasn't so bad was it Clairebear? Looks like you enjoyed it too." He winked and smiled a creepy little smile while he smoothed down my denim skirt to cover me. "Sorry about your blouse and bra, I just had to see all of you while I could."

"I hate you." I said with as much venom as I could muster. Every bit of hate I'd ever felt for Sylar or Nathan or Angela Petrelli boiled into one pot and I aimed it all at him. "I will NEVER forgive you. I hate you." His smile never faltered as he buttoned his shirt back up.

"Oh, Clairebear, we both know that you don't mean that." He winked again as he pulled his pants up and buttoned them. "Besides, we need to clean up. Your mother and brother will be home any minute..." He trailed off as he walked to my door. He paused looked back and chuckled. "I love you Clairebear." He said as the door opened of it's own volition and a vaguely familiar dark hand sneaked in and then... Blackness.