Unsure

Characters/Pairings: Claire, Peter/Sylar

Author's Note: I believe I promised I would be nice to Claire in my next fic? Well, here it is. Short, but here it is.

Disclaimer: In no way do I own that show known as Heroes.

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Claire was unsure of what exactly she'd seen.

If asked, she would admit to having seen nothing at all. After all they had asked that she tell no one; she wasn't a snitch.

If pressed further, she might say she'd seen a sight so horrifying that she couldn't even begin to put it into semi-coherent words. This was of course untrue but it did do the trick.

No one demanded she tell them what she saw. She was very grateful for this. They didn't usually give up this easily.

She noticed it after that though. The way Peter was always smiling. Seriously, even the inanimate objects were getting some love from that smile. The toaster had almost looked frightened when Peter had looked at it just that morning. The way he tried to sniff any clothes Sylar might have left behind had definitely given the game away; she was surprised no one else had noticed.

Peter's new habit of scaring the furniture wasn't the only symptom she noticed. Sylar continued to growl at anyone who tried to approach him, like some sort of half demented, half adorable grizzly bear. That would never change. Somehow though he seemed happier. This, she thought, wasn't entirely strange since if she'd been a guy and had Peter doing to her what he'd been doing to Sylar she would be very happy too. Not that she'd thought about that in great detail. She preferred to keep things in the 'unsure' stage.

She wondered what Angela would think about all this.

After much consideration, which included a pro/con list and some definite stretches of the imagination, Claire concluded that 'unsure' was the way to go.

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See? I was nice to her. Woo.

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