Disclamer : I don't own Heroes

Author's note : In this chapter I want to tell how Claire's feels to Sylar. What Sylar did, traumatized Claire, she can't even feel pain for a while. But Claire also realize that Sylar has changed. But definitely not that easy to forgive Sylar. Sylar is the villans. He's so evil before. I want to try to shape his character to become a better person, so that he can do the role that I have planned for him.

I wrote about the haitian. Actually I just want to get out Peter from his own apartment to give some alone time for Claire and Sylar to bonded. Then suddenly crossed my mind that the haitian already seen what the contents in their minds. And although usually he's very loyal to Angela or Noah, but he's obviously had his own thought. And this is his thought about Peter and Claire. Maybe I'll collect what others heroes thought of with Peter and Claire's forbidden relationship.

So, enjoy this chapter! Thanks for the review, by the way. I really appreciate it.

After Sylar told him, Peter hurriedly teleport back home. When he arrived at home, he saw Sylar had just turned on the television as he threw himself onto the couch. His eyes went straight to Claire. Claire was just about to step into her room.

" Claire!" Peter went straight to Claire and cupping her face with both hands. " How are you? Are you okay?" Peter pulled his hand away from Claire's face and began to look carefully at Claire's entire body, looking if she was hurt

Claire smiled. Claire saw the worried look on his face. It made her very happy. " I'm okay. You forgot? I can't die."

" Yes, you worrying too much." Sylar also spoke.

Peter ignores Sylar, and remains focused his attention to Claire. " You sure you're okay?" Peter asked again.

Claire nodded, smiling. " I'm fine, Peter."

Peter let out a sigh of relief. After Peter was sure that Claire was fine, then he began to realizes the circumstances. " You smell like garbage." He said to Claire.

Claire pointed towards Sylar. " He threw me in the dumpster."

Peter turned to look at Sylar. " I'm trying to save your life." Sylar says, still defending himself.

" You can give me a warning first, you know." Claire is still pissed at Sylar. Actually, she understands what Sylar did. Only she wasn't willing to admit to herself that Sylar really just saved her life.

" No time for that. That punk was ready to shoot you with his shotgun hands." Sylar said.

Peter rubbed his head. " Okay, guys. Stop arguing." Peter shook his head to both of them. Peter turned to Sylar. " So who did it?"

Sylar got up from the couch and walked to Peter. He pointed toward the bathroom. " He's in there."

Peter looked at Sylar with a disbelieve look. " You put him to the bathroom?"

" In this apartments are all windows. Only the bathrooms that there are no windows. So you are free to torture him." Sylar says, smirking at him.

Peter ignore Sylar and make a step closer to the bathroom. " Don't." Sylar shouted preveting Peter from open the door. But it was too late. Peter had opened the bathroom door. As soon as Peter looked into the bathroom, there a sound of a gunshot.

Peter fell back with a bleeding stomach. " Peter!" Claire ran over to Peter.

" I told you so." Sylar swung his hands, gripping Aaron's neck.

" Be careful. Don't kill him." Peter said with an effort because of pain. His hands were pressing the wound in his stomach. Claire's hands are on his hands.

" Don't worry. I'm very careful. I just cut off the oxygen supply." Sylar says, after he saw Aaron was passed out. Sylar took the oven mitts from the kitchen and wraps it in Aaron's hand.

" You think it would be useful?" Claire asked.

Sylar shrugged. " It's better than nothing." Sylar saw Peter. " How are you?"

Peter lifted his shirt. They saw the wound in his stomach began to heal. In an instant, the wound is disappeared.

Claire suddenly remembered something. She looked at Sylar. " I saw him shot your head. Why don't you die?"

Sylar smirked at her. " That dead spot. I moved it." Sylar simply said. Claire saw Sylar with a puzzled look. " I don't have super strength power or teleport. But I am a shapeshifter." Sylar says proudly. Claire shook her head.

" Who is he?" Peter said. Claire helped him up.

" He was my classmate." Peter's face looked very surprised. He looked at Sylar.

" Don't make me go back to school." Sylar said with faked pleading face.

Peter ignores Sylar. He looked at Claire. " How well you know him?"

Claire shrugged. " His name is Aaron. He was a friend of West." Claire reluctantly said. Actually she doesn't want to say to Peter about West.

" West?" Peter remembered their conversation a few months ago on the roof. " Your ex-boyfriend, West?"

There are amused smile on Sylar's face when he hear this. " This is very interesting."

Claire ignored him and focused on Peter. " Yeah. You know he enrolled at NYU as well."

" I never thought about it. I don't know you guys are friends again." Peter looks not happy when listening to this latest news.

" So what you want to do with him?" Sylar asks, pointed toward the bathroom.

Peter wanted to shout out the uneasy feeling in his stomach because of listened Claire is friends again with West. He saw Claire. His Claire. How fragile she is. He turned to Sylar. " We can erase his memory of Claire."

" Is that all? He tried to kill Claire, Peter." Sylar said, reminded him.

Peter clenched his jaw. " I wanted to kill him, trust me. But he was Claire's classmate. That will lead to suspicions."

Sylar shrugged. " Suit yourself." Sylar lifted his hands, invites Peter to go to the bathroom. " You have the Haitian's power."

" I know how to turn off powers. But I don't know how to erase memory." Peter imagined figure of the Haitian. Quickly he get the location where he is. " I know where he is. I'll take him to Rene." Peter went into the bathroom and wrapped Aaron's arms around his neck.

" I'm coming with you." Claire said quickly. She knew that if Peter went, meant only she and Sylar alone in this apartement.

" No. You better stay here. He will protect you." In a moment, Peter had disappeared from their view, before Claire could protest anymore.

Claire looked at Sylar. " Just you and me again, Claire bear."

" Don't ever call me that." Claire stepped into her room and leaving Sylar alone.

Peter teleport to the front door of Rene's apartment. He knocked on the door. Rene opened the door in a flash. He saw Aaron but he didn't say anything.

" I need your help." Peter said.

Rene moved aside to let Peter take Aaron to entered the apartement. Peter lifted Aaron into the apartement and left him on the couch. Then he turned to Rene.

" His name is Aaron. He tried to kill Claire." Peter simply told Rene.

" I guess it has something to do with what happened at the carnival." Rene said as he walked over to Peter.

" You know about that? You weren't there." Peter asked in surprise.

" Word's travel." Rene saw Aaron. " What do you want me to do?"

" I want you to erase his memory."

" You have my power."

Peter looked at Rene. " I don't know how to erase memory."

Rene approached Aaron and laying his hand on Aaron's forehead. " You just need to focus on his memory. When you put your hand on their forehead, and use your power, you will see all the memories. You should focus on the parts you want to delete." Rene looked at Peter. " It is done."

" Thank you, Rene. I really appreciate it."

" Whatever you need, Peter."

Peter put Aaron's arms to his neck again. Peter was about to teleport out of there when Rene was talk again. " Sometimes some things are meant to be. Eventhough it is wrong, it will feel right. Don't be too hard on yourself, Peter."

Peter stared at Rene with a puzzled look. " What do you mean by that?"

" You'll figure out later. Remember, Peter. Always follow your heart." Peter didn't understand what was Rene said, but he nodded. After that, Peter instantly teleport.

Rene sighed. " Good luck, Peter. Your way won't be easy." Rene said remember Claire and Peter. Rene knows how they feel at one another, because he had looked into their respective memories. Both are filled with their memories of each other.

Claire took out the vegetables from the grocery bag. She rinsed the vegetables to be cooked. Sylar sat watching television in the living room as he humming.

Hearing Sylar's humming, it irritates Claire. She put the knife and walked toward Sylar.

" I had enough!" Sylar put down his feet off the coffee table and looked at Claire. " That's hard enough I have to tolerate you every week at dinner with the Petrellis." Since the event with their meals that day, Peter and Claire are having dinner at the Petrelli's house every week. Angela insist if they still haven't decided to stay there or not, at least they could eat there once a week.

" I do it because you are a friend of Peter now. Peter really trust you. And I appreciate his opinion. But why should I tolerate you now? This is too much for me." Claire looked at Sylar with hatred. Sylar can also see it. " You cut open my head. And you killed my father. True, you saved my life. But that doesn't mean I will forget it all for granted. Just take I owe you one."

" You don't owe me anything, Claire." Sylar suddenly talked. He looked at Claire with a soft look. " I owe a lot to you. And Peter too. And a lot of people. I'm very sorry at what I had done to you. I want to take it back if I can. But I can't. I can only try to make up for all that I have done."

Sylar stood up facing with Claire. " I know it's not that easy to forgive me after what I've done. But I will try like hell." Sylar smirked at her. " Thank God I can't die. At least I have infinite time to pay my debts. I will try, Claire. For Peter. For you."

Claire just stand silently listening to Sylar's said. She observed Sylar. She could see that Sylar didn't lie. He's really sorry for everything. Claire doesn't know what to say. On the one hand she felt sorry for Sylar. Peter was right. He's changed. He deserves another chance. But after what he did, Claire is feels really hard to forgive him.

Fortunately, suddenly the doorbell rang. Claire has never felt this relieve. Claire stepped up to the door. " I'll open the door." Claire just will open the door when Sylar took her hand.

Claire turned around to see Sylar. " I'll do it. You step back from the door." Sylar tells Claire. Sylar tries to protect Claire. They don't know who's in front of the door. Claire nodded and hid behind the door.

Sylar opening the door. " What do you want?" Sylar asked the person at the door. Claire stand silently listening from behind the door.

" Hmm – is this -"

Claire recognize the voice. Claire come out from behind the door. " West?"

" Claire." West's face looked relieved when he saw Claire.

" How do you know where I live?" Claire asked.

" I saw your address from the student data in the register."

Sylar turns to Claire. " West? The same West?" Sylar whispered, pointing to the West.

Claire nodded. Sylar chuckled. Claire looked West and ignored Sylar. " Come on in."

West just will step in, but Sylar blocking in front of him. Sylar looked at Claire. "Are you sure?"

Claire understands what is Sylar meant. He just worried if West is a threat. " He's fine." Claire said, insisted.

Sylar stepped aside. " If you say so." Sylar walked toward the bathroom. " I'll go to the bathroom. You guys can talk."

Claire went into the living room. West followed her. " What are you doing here, West?"

West sat on the couch. Claire sat down beside him. " I feel bad for how I acted earlier. I'm being a jerk. I'm sorry."

Claire shook her head. She locked her gaze on the floor. " I get it. I should give you the real reason. But I really can't tell you now."

West grabbed Claire's hand. Claire lifted her head and looked at West. " It's okay, Claire. If you can't tell me, that's okay. But I really want to start over, Claire."

Claire pulled her hand from West. She looked at West. She could see hope in West's eyes. Something that Claire can't give at this time. But she had no idea what else to say. Suddenly Sylar out of the bathroom. Instantly an idea crossed in Claire's mind.

" I have a boyfriend." Claire got up and went to Sylar. West also got up. " This is Sy - Gabriel Grey." She doesn't remember if she ever told West about the serial killer named Sylar. " He's my boyfriend." Although she didn't see him, Claire could feel Sylar's gaze on her.

West's face looked very surprised to hear this. " Oh. I think - Peter?" West have difficulty to forming words out of his mouth because he was too surprised by Claire's statement."

Sylar stared at Claire. He tried to guess what's on Claire's mind right now. But he's not a mind reader so he can't know. Sylar embrace Claire's shoulder and walked toward West. " Peter is my brother. I asked him to walk and pick up Claire every day."

West rubbing his head. " I never knew." Claire could see the hurt look on his face.

Claire let Sylar's hand off his shoulder and stared at West. " I'm sorry, West. I should tell you. But it was really hard to say." Claire quickly tried to think of other reason. " I ran away from home because my dad didn't agree on my relationship with Gabriel. Because of that I couldn't admit my relationship with him. You know what can be done by my dad. I just can hide."

West shook his head. " I'd better go." West turned and walked out of the apartment.

" I'm so sorry, West." Claire said softly. " I'm patching lies with lies. At some point it will burn me."

" I thought it was very charming, girlfriend." Sylar smirked at her.

Claire closed the door. " Don't tell Peter about this."

" Tell me what?" Peter suddenly teleport in the middle of the living room. Claire and Sylar can only stand watching Peter for a while.

Sylar is the one who approached Peter. " There are neighbors who come just now. She heard gunshots. I told her I put the cans in the microwave. But look like she didn't believe it."

Peter threw himself onto the couch. " Don't worry about it. People love to gossip. Let them." Sylar sat next to Peter.

Suddenly there's a sound of a phone rang. " Mine." Claire says as she immediately took the phone from her bag. " My dad." Claire answered the phone. " Hi Dad. I'm fine. Class are also fine."

Peter turned to Sylar when Claire was busy talking to Noah on the phone. " Thanks." Sylar looked at Peter. " Thanks for protect Claire. I really appreciate it."

Sylar smiled at him. " I should be me who said thank you. You trust me enough for ask me to protect Claire."

Peter smiled. " I even trust my life to you, Sylar."

" We all know you're value Claire's life is more precious than your own life. So, thank you. This is the greatest appreciation for me." Peter didn't react with Sylar's statement. He just smiled. Even so, Sylar knew he was right.

Sylar stood. " I'd better go."

Peter also stood up. " You don't want to eat dinner with us before?"

Sylar took a glance at Claire, then shook his head at Peter. " No. I've spent a lot of time here. Angela and Heidi definitely need my help in cooking."

Peter smiled, amused. " Then I'll see you tomorrow at weekly Petrelli's dinner."

Sylar nodded and walked toward the door. Just as Sylar opens the door, Claire told him, " Thank you." Sylar turns to see Claire. They looked at each other for a few moments then Sylar smiled and stepped out of the apartment.

Claire approaches Peter. " My dad wanted to talk to you." Claire handed the phone to Peter, then she went on to cook in the kitchen.

Peter and Noah spoke for a few minutes. Peter told Noah that everything is fine. He didn't not tell him about the attacks on Claire.

" So Rene has wiped Aaron's memory of me?" Claire asked, handing me a plate of rice at Peter.

Peter nodded. " He won't remember anything about you. You're safe. For now." Peter get the plate from Claire. " He is your classmates. You must be more careful, Claire." Peter looked at Claire. " I wish I could I forbid you to go to class again. Locked you at home. Protect you from the harm's way."

Claire reached out and touched Peter's hand. " I know you're worried about me, Peter. Now I know that the threat you said was real. I'm not going to against what you tell me again. I'm sorry to make you worry."

Peter pulled his hand away from Claire. He raised his hand and stroked Claire's hair gently. " I'm always worried about you, Claire. Even when I'm working, sometimes I couldn't concentrate because thinking of you. I was afraid something happened to you when you're out of my sight."

Claire pulled Peter's hand from her head and wrapped it in her hand. " Why are you so worried about me, Peter? Because I'm your niece?" Claire asked, looking at Peter with serious look.

Peter looked at Claire deeply in the eyes. " No. Right now I have a hard time seeing you as my niece." Peter think in his mind. Peter smiled as he pulled his hand away from Claire. " Of course. You are my favorite niece."

" I am your only niece." Peter chuckled.

Peter see the sad little smile in her face again. But he hardened his heart and ignored it. " I'll get some orange juice. Do you want some?"

Peter got up and walked to the refrigerator in Claire's back. That's why Peter didn't see a drop of Claire's tears falling down her cheeks. Claire quickly wiping the tears from her eyes. Claire got up. " I'll get the glass." Peter was secretly seeing Claire's back when she took a glass in the cupboard behind him.

That night Claire couldn't sleep. She kept waking up. She turned on the lamp beside her bed and looked at the clock. Two o'clock in the morning.

Claire sat on her bed. She's given up trying to sleep. All night there was only Peter in her mind. She knew she shouldn't think about him. But she can't help it. On her mind it all Peter. The longer she stayed with Peter only made her feelings for him more real. She found it more difficult to hide her feelings for Peter. Peter said he just think of her as his niece. It made her sad.

Claire sighed. She got out of bed and walked towards the door. When Claire came out of her room, she saw Peter was in the living room. The TV is on.

" Peter."

Peter see her with a surprised look. " Claire. What are you doing still awake at this hour?"

" I can't sleep." Claire walked over to Peter. " How about you?"

" I can't sleep either." Peter smiled at her. " Want to watch TV?" Peter handed the remote to Claire.

Claire smiled. She took the remote from Peter's hand and sat down beside him. She began to change the channel to search for an interesting show. Peter was silent beside her, let her to decide.

Claire stopped change their TV channels when she saw Oprah on TV. Peter turned to look at Claire.

" We're not going to watch this right?"

Claire turned to look at Peter. " Why?" Claire giggled. " You are okay to watch chick flick."

" I'm okay with chick flick. But not Oprah. Oprah is too – weepy for my taste."

Claire turned her head back to the TV. " Well, I like Oprah. I thought it was a sweet not weepy." Claire is still giggling.

" I won't watch Oprah." Peter took the remote from Claire's hand and change the channel.

" Peter!" Claire tried to snatch the remote back from Peter. But he deliberately distanced the remote from Claire she couldn't reached it.

" Come and get it!" Claire saw that lopsided grin in his face. He likes to tease on Claire. Claire still doesn't give up. She knelt on the couch and tried to grab the remote. Her body was leaned on Peter's.

" Give it to me, Peter."

" Get it yourself if you can."

When Peter turned his face to look at Claire. Their lips accidently brushing each other. They immediately pulled themselves. Peter jumped up away from the couch. Meanwhile, Claire immediately shifted to the egde of the sofa.

" It's late. I'll better to bed." Claire ran back into her room. After Claire close the door, she just stood behind the door. She tried to calm her heart that was beating so fast.

Peter is still in the living room. He picked up a bottle of beer and drank it down. Eventhough he doesn't look in the mirror, he could feel his face flush.

to be continued...

PS : If there is a confusion with the last story in this chapter. What I meant is that Peter and Claire are accidentally kissing. I try to choose suitable words to describe this event. But it's more difficult than I imagined.