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Claire awoke to a glare of sunlight striking her eyes. She groaned, turning over to her other side, slamming her eyes shut. When did her tent get such direct sunlight? She finally had a day to sleep in and the sun was her worst enemy.

Peter had explained that he would give the camp a day or two to recovery from the battle. It was one of the only things she truly listened to after arriving back in the camp. After..the..battle.

Claire slowly began to realize she wasn't in her tent. Dread washed over her in an instant.

The memories of the day before came flashing back. Her stomach bottomed out. The instant pain of loss overcame her.

Her mother's frozen, gray face. Her shaved head. Her father shooting Ando.

Her father shooting her. Her very painful death. Burying Ando.

Not being able to bury her Mother.

Her evening with Sylar.

Claire's eyes shot open. Sylar lay next to her, facing away, shirtless. She sucked in a breath.

Claire looked down, overlooking herself, finding her very naked body to be only covered in just a sheet.

"Shit." Claire whispered.

She wish she could blame last night on alcohol. Drugs. Mind Control. Anything.

It was pure desperation of something physically pleasurable. Claire was frozen in place. She muddled her brain, trying to sort out a semi-logical reason for her behavior last night. She didn't love Sylar. She was pretty certain she didn't even like him. She hated him.

Him? Him of all the people?

Claire swore at herself.

Why did she do this? On top of everything that happened yesterday, she had to throw in a complication. Maybe Rene could help her out with this memory? Claire tossed the thought away.

No one was going to know about this. No one.

Claire sighed to herself and decided to just get out of the trailer as quickly as possible. She didn't want to face him now. The things he was going to say to her. She could puke.

She slowly turned to the other side of the bed, slowly scanning the room for her clothes. She thankfully spotted her bra and black sweatpants in the same corner of her side of the room.

Claire, as quietly as possible, snuck off the bed, letting it only slightly creak. Sylar didn't stir at the motion. She crouched down, almost like a spy, throwing her bra on. She slipped her black sweatpants on in a silent hustle. She scanned the room for her tank top.

She finally saw it over on the lamp, on the night stand, on Sylar's side of the bed.

She rolled her eyes. Of course it was on his side.

Claire crept by Sylar. Who looked extremely comfortable, his head resting on his bent arm. She observed how angelic he looked while sleeping. His body at complete ease.

He probably looked nearly godlike if he was permanently dead. Claire thought to herself wishfully.

She reached for her tank top carefully, not making a sound. The lamp jerked nosily. She half-expected Sylar to grab her arm in one of those crazy, horror movie moments.

When she lifted the tank top, he merely turned over to face the other side.

Claire crept back to her corner, facing away from him. She slipped her tank top over, and put her sneakers on without bending over. She turned and slowly opened the door without looking back.

Sylar appeared before her, leaning up the doorway, blocking her exit.

Claire yelped in shock.

"What? No breakfast?"

Claire scowled at him and brushed past him. She snarled at him.

"No, I don't I think I'll be able to stomach it."

Sylar cocked his eyebrow and turned following her. She was dumbfounded at how he got past her and got his pants on at the same time. Must be something they teach at the Legion of Doom.

Creeping for professionals.

Claire hustled to the door of the trailer and started to push it open. She found it to be sealed shut and locking itself. She turned back to see Sylar looking smugly down at her, arms crossed over his bare chest.

"You can't keep me here." Claire kicked the door hard. She crossed her arms and glared up at him.

Sylar chuckled. "Why the sudden need to rush off? I was hoping for Round 2?" He wiggled his eyes at her.

Claire snorted. "Don't make me puke."

She felt her body being lift up and slammed into the opposite wall. Sylar was on her in a split second. His eyes raging at her insult. He gripped her throat tightly.

"You didn't seem so adverse to the idea last night."

Claire glared back at him and looked down at his hand gripping her throat.

"And you wonder why I didn't stick around for the cuddling?"

Sylar released her, huffing, and threw his hands up in the air. He looked frustrated, running his hands through his hair. He blocked the door this time.

"What does this mean? What happens?"

Claire coughed , allowing her throat to heal. She revealed in the fact he couldn't figure out the situation. His discomfort gave her a bit of pleasure.

"Nothing. I had a moment of weakness. You were here. It won't happen again." She stated it in a matter of fact tone, as if the answer was there the whole time.

Sylar processed what she said, running his hand through his hair again.

"This was just-" Claire cut him off. She needed to stress her point.

"Sylar, remember what happened to me yesterday, at the prison. I was pretty lost. Not thinking clear. I needed to feel something besides pure pain. I would have gone insane."

Sylar gritted his teeth.

"You used me."

His bluntness struck Claire hard. She almost felt bad. But their past crept into her mind and she shook the feeling.

"You used me just the same. You've used me more than once. Can I leave now?"

Sylar turned, leaving the path out of the trailer free. The door clicking open. Claire started to walk past him. She paused right next to him.

"Will you still help me kill Bennett?"

Sylar laughed a crazed sound.

"My god, between Peter and you...I don't know who is the more twisted or foolish one." He paced away from her, shaking in anger. Claire stilled at his erratic pacing.

"Sylar-"

He surged at her, pointing his finger.

"Captain Peter charging into a base for a bunch of...non-Specials. A trap with a lame prize. No abilities. No purpose. Just a bunch of mouths to feed and protect from your daddy. And You with your constant need to do whatever he says. To do the things you do...with me and treat it like...a mistake. Yet you stand there as high and mighty as ever, like Peter, but Sweetheart...you joined the Killer's Club yesterday. You belong right here, with the rest of us low-lifes. You treat me like a piece of gum on your shoe, and still expect my help? But you all think I'm the one that is clearly Insane." He broke away from her space.

There was a silence between them. Claire processed what he said to her and pursed her lips.

"I don't know what you expected from me."

Sylar glared up at her.

"Get Out."

Claire didn't hesitate and bursted out of the trailer. She nearly ran back to her tent. She slipped inside it, listening for any noise in her camp ground. She didn't want to talk to a soul.

Peter was probably still dead asleep. She hoped he was. He needed the rest.

Claire crawled onto her cot, staring up at her tent. She was trying to process the past 48 hours. Tears ran down her face. Her mother's memory and image striking her again. She turned into her pillow and screamed. She slowly started to imagine killing her father. She wondered if she should torture him or just get it over with. No chance of escape. No long winded speeches. Villains liked to talk, so if she cut out the talk...does that not make her a villain?

An image of a bullet going through her father long ago went through her mind. She woefully wished she had been able to do it the day before. If she killed Bennett, who knows what would have been done to them without their powers.

The look of fear in that man's eyes as Claire adjusted her aim to him. It shivered through her. Claire felt a headache and stomachache coming on, or wished she could either symptom.

She suddenly felt very tired. Her eyes fluttered and a cool breeze passed through her tent. It put her fast asleep in no time.

Claire felt herself being shaken awake by Emma. She was smiling down at her, with a sad undertone. She brushed a piece of Claire's hair out of her face.

"It's almost dinnertime. You've been sleeping since last night. Peter and I didn't even hear you enter your tent. You must have been exhausted"

Claire grimaced a bit. The image of Sylar above her flashed in her mind.

"Uh h, yeah...I just needed some space."

Emma nodded.

"I can understand, Sweetheart. If you ever need to talk, you know I am here for you. Don't feel like you are on your own. That leads to rash actions."

Claire stretched and groaned at the comment. She rubbed her head. Her hair felt like mess, she couldn't imagine what it looked like.

Emma turned and left the tent. She called out over her shoulder.

"Peter is having a meeting over dinner. He hopes you feel up to it?"

Claire grabbed her jeans and a red v-neck t-shirt. She needed to shower as soon as possible. She could smell Sylar on her. Emma gave her the details on where to meet Peter and took a long, hot shower.

Claire turned the heat up on the shower, hoping to burn off any scent or essence of Sylar.

She changed quickly, hoping he wasn't waiting for her outside the showers again.

She briskly walked to the tent that Emma had given her directions to. She wouldn't be able to join Claire to dinner. The medical tent was in high-demand of her attention. Claire made sure to give a few syringes to Emma before leaving for dinner.

Claire found herself discovering a very ancient looking tent, made of red velvet. It was tied down with golden straps. Claire cautiously walked in, afraid to disturb any important meetings.

Laid out before Claire was a long table, with a modest spread of food. Sandwiches, salads and bowls of soup laid out before them. Six place settings were laid out as well. Peter was seated at one end of the table.

He jumped up and greeted Claire with a bright smile. He was over compensating his smile. He was pitying her for the death of Sandra and finding out her dad was an evil scumbag. Claire knew his heart was in a good place, but it irked her to no end. It was like being lied to.

Cythania sat at the other end of the table, her back to Claire. She slowly turned and sneered at Claire.

Claire sighed and started to pay attention to Peter. Who had been talking to her rather quickly. He was already discussing the next mission. Claire couldn't help but grunt at him. It startled him.

"Claire, I just think we should get moving on taking your father down. Sooner rather than later before more lives are lost-"

Peter, I get it. Can you just give more 24 hours to process some stuff."

Hiro walked past the two of them. He very coldly spoke.

"I'm with Peter. No delay, pure action."

Claire watched him take a seat, not glance at anyone in particular. His shoulders relaxed and confidant. He didn't look like the sweet Hiro everyone loved.

Peter glanced at Hiro and then at Claire.

"Maybe you were right about taking some time to process."

"Of course She's right." Logan surprised Claire by slapping her on the shoulder. Claire quickly embraced him.

"Is Meg ok?"

"Yeah, she's fine. You know how tough she is."

Claire nodded and watched Logan have a seat next to Hiro. Peter moved back to seat, Claire following. She plopped herself next to Peter, leaving a seat open. She didn't fancy sitting next to Cythania.

Claire suddenly realized who was going to be joining them. Just as she cursed herself for not sitting next to Hiro, Sylar strode in. He was wearing a tight black long-sleeved shirt, jeans, and classic dark boots.

Claire's breath hitched and her heart began to pound. Their eyes met.

Sylar smiled slyly at her and sat next to her slowly, placing his arm around her chair. He greeted the group with a nod and playfully leaned towards Claire.

"Fancy seeing you here."

Claire stiffened and crossed her arms. She bite her lip in disgust. She wanted to smack his smug face. He was enjoying her discomfort.

Peter watched the exchange with a confused look. The rest of the group took it as normal Claire/Sylar behavior. Cythania glared at the interaction. Claire prayed that she was too drunk to recall meeting her outside Sylar's trailer. She watched her carefully, but Cythania didn't look like she was going to say a word.

Peter began the meeting, making Sylar ease back into his own space. Claire relaxed a bit.

"The battle yesterday was a clear message to Bennett, who we now can confirm to be the leader of the operation. Mohinder and Danko have also been revealed to be his second in command. The battle was a good start, we know that they thing they have a "cure" for us. I contacted the international groups, informed them of the "cure". Battles are going on as we speak. Information is following in. Yesterday was a victory. We learned information and rescued at least 150 people."

Sylar scoffed.

The group, besides Cythania, glared at Sylar.

"People with Zero abilities. What are they good for?"

Peter rubbed his forehead at Sylar's comment.

"Sylar, We did the right thing."

Sylar shrugged.

"At what cost?"

This got Hiro's attention, but Logan interjected.

"Your'e just upset that you don't get to survey 150 people with abilities. You can't steal abilities from them."

It was Claire's turn to chuckle at Logan's comment. Sylar leaned towards Logan, putting his elbows on the table. He folded his hands as if to lecture a child.

"Well, Kiddo. I can still check to see if the abilities are still floating around in their brain stem, but I may need a little warm up. Want to volunteer? Been a while since my last tasting. That little June bug's abilities?"

Logan and Hiro sprang to their feet. Sylar, did the opposite, by leaning back in his chair and putting his feet up. Claire froze in place, unsure what to do. Cythania seemed enthralled by Sylar's coolness. Claire did roll her eyes at seeing that.

Peter interjected and physically set Logan and Hiro down.

"Sylar, that's enough. Can't you stop being a bastard for one day?"

Sylar shrugged.

"Ken Doll here has the problem."

"Just keep your mouth shut, I have more to say."

Sylar surprisingly became silent and shifted his feet off the table.

"Proceed, your highness."

Peter ignored the comment.

"We need to take our operation to a more secretive and special operations level. In and out missions. No armies involved. The army will fight battles and overtake cities, hopefully, but you all will be team leaders to your own forces. I will be sending you to different locations, with your own hand picked team."

Claire stared in disbelief at Peter. She was going to be her own leader. She wanted to focus on finding her father and killing him. She looked over at Hiro. He seemed to have the same thought.

Peter continued his speech.

"Bennett will get his punishment. But if We knock just him down, without at least 80% of the operation...Danko or Mohinder or any one else can just step up. We have to be smart about this. Lethal. Some teams will work together of course, depending on their specialties. This will take about a week for you to pick your team and process your location. Do any of you object?"

Claire looked around.

Logan and Cythania seemed content with the choice. Hiro nodded after a moment. Claire didn't dare look at Sylar, nor cared how he felt. Peter held Claire's eyes now.

"Claire, Do you feel prepared for this?"

Claire took a breath.

"Whatever you need me to do."

Sylar made the group jump by tapping his hands loudly on the table.

"Well, I'm down for a little bloodshed anytime. I'm starved...can We eat now? Dad?"

He mocked Peter at bit, who just nodded in disgust. Sylar dove into the sandwiches and talked loudly to Cythania, who was thrilled by the attention.

Claire ignored the conversation, picking up a turkey sandwich and having a sip of water. Hiro silently sipped at his bowl of soup. Logan and Peter were exchanging a conversation on the different locations that they may go. Claire took bites into her sandwich and dazed off into thought.

Her mother would always cut off the crust of her turkey sandwiches. Just her turkey sandwiches, because Claire didn't like the turkey being "trapped". A habit that started when she was four years old. Any other sandwich would be fine with the crust, but not the turkey sandwich. Sandra claimed it was because Claire loved animals so much, like her. Claire smiled to herself about the memory, only to have it to be interrupted by Sylar. He asked her a question, but Claire didn't process it.

"What?" She gritted out.

"Claire, Do you prefer it on top? or on bottom?" Sylar leered the question at her. Cythania staring at her, looking annoyed at Sylar's deferred attention.

Claire was startled by question.

"What are you talking about?!" Claire snarled at him, blushing at what he was pushing at.

Sylar put up his hands in mock defense, grinning like a mad man.

"I was simple asking if you preferred your meat on top of the lettuce or on the bottom in a sandwich. Geez...your mind is in the gutter."

Claire swore at him under her breath. She looked to see that Hiro, Peter, and Logan had not noticed the exchange.

Claire turned her attention to finishing up her sandwich. She felt Sylar put his arm around her chair again and leaned into her ear. His breath on her neck gave her a reaction she wanted to reject with every fiber of her soul. It sent chills up her back.

Sylar whispered into her ear, Claire listened closely and watched the others hoping they wouldn't notice his behavior.

"I am still very curious to what you prefer? Bottom or top?"

Claire's blood boiled at his crude tone. She wasn't going to let him win this round. She turned her face and made direct eye contact with him. Leaning in. She smiled coyly at him. Their faces inches apart.

"Wouldn't you love to know?"

Her response seemed to frustrate him in more than one way. He shifted in his seat, like he wanted to pounce at her. He then suddenly stood up.

"Thanks for the meal, Pete, you know where to find me. Hiro. Ken. Cythania." He saluted them.

He looked down at Claire with smug eyes.

"Barbie."

He spun around and left the tent. The rest of the group started to leave after that. Peter giving a few more small details about communication and training. They were left to train on their own, but advised to observe the army. Find recruits.

Claire hugged Peter, who headed in the direction of the medical tent with a spare sandwich.

"Emma needs to eat more. She gets so very focused."

Claire smiled at him.

"I'm glad you two worked things out. We need some positivity."

Claire walked slowly back to her campsite. Her mind wondered to her potential future someone. Would it be as pure as Emma and Peter? She was feeling pretty impure at the moment. Her mother would never get to see her get married or have kids. The thought made her sad.

She was startled to find Sylar waiting for her when she arrived at her campsite.

He stood next to the campfire, watching it roar. The light of the fire on his face reminded her of the time when they thought they were burning Sylar's body. When really her father was the one who had truly died.

"Where is Hiro?" Claire asked, letting Sylar know that Hiro may be in his tent or in the area.

"Probably sulking at Ando's grave for a few more hours tonight."

Claire grunted at Sylar's insensitive comment.

"Why are you here? To be crude? or be evil?"

Sylar looked up at Claire. The gaze he gave her made her have chills. The chills that she had last night. She shook them off.

"You need to leave. Please."

Sylar stalked up to her.

"I love it when you beg."

He entered her personal bubble. Claire pushed him.

"I'm serious, Sylar. I just want to sleep."

Slyar grunted.

"Fine, I'll leave. I just want one thing."

"What? Anything...just so that you will go away."

Sylar perked his eyebrow at the "anything" comment.

Claire rolled her eyes.

Sylar invaded her space again. Claire froze at his closenss.

He leaned in and kissed her cheek. It made Claire's cheeks flush. She stared at him as he pulled up away from her face.

"You are a pyschopath."

Sylar grinned at her and started to walk out of the campsite. He put his hands in his pockets and mock sheepish walked backwards out of the campsite. He called back to her.

"Yes, but I'm all yours, Cheerleader."