Me again! This chapter skips ahead to The Eclipse part 1 & 2 and I just want everyone to imagine that all the other episodes went ahead the same until reaching some Claire and Sylaire episodes. I'll keep you guys up to date with the setting for each chapter for those of you who might get confused.

Canfield House…

For hours, Claire trained under her father's watch. It somewhat pissed her off that she needed the physical training when she had her other powers but unfortunately no one other than herself and Angela knew.

It took Claire off guard when Angela told her that she knew about what came out of Sylar attacking her. But then again Angela dreamed about the future and from the looks of her attitude – well she couldn't decipher it but Claire instinctively knows that it's intertwined with that of a certain psychopath.

Claire though had to confess that doing this physical training helped get out her frustrations and anger.

As she swung the wooden plank at her Dad over and over until she finally got the upper hand, Claire couldn't help but rant some of her problems with Noah one by one as small tears gathered in her eyes as she gazed into the sad, wary gaze of her father.

Suddenly feeling suffocated Claire dropped the plank and said, "I need some air." Claire walked off as Noah dropped his head down with a sigh and call of her name before he followed her to the back door.

"Claire, I'm sorry-" Noah tried to apologize but Claire interrupted with her gaze to the floor and a wave of her hand.

"No, it's okay I shouldn't have brought it up," Claire said as the sound of the back door opened.

The sound of a quick drawn breath was heard behind her and Claire raised her eyes to look at newcomer only to widen her eyes as Elle walked toward them with an arrogant smirk.

"Hey, girls," she said and raised her hand towards them.

Claire braced herself but… nothing happened. She relaxed slightly as a look of panic and confusion crossed Elle's face, looking at her hand in anger before Noah drew out his gun to point at Elle.

"You have the Haitian in here?" Elle asked as they slowly started to back away.

"No, just me. Back out of the house right now. You're not getting, Claire" Noah commanded before voice was heard behind them.

"Funny story, we are," Sylar spoke before he too raised his fingers in his signature move of his telekinesis but nothing happened as well… Sylar's face revealed some of his confusion.

"Claire, stay back," Noah shouted as he pushed her into a corner and she grunted at the impact of hitting the wall.

Noah attacked Sylar into a fight. Claire watched the fight in confusion and wariness however it's quickly shown that Noah was winning the fight to where he dislocates Sylar's shoulder. Claire flinched unconsciously gripping her shoulder but at the sound of a gun being ready to fire she looked back to see Elle pointing her father's gun at Noah while his back is turned.

As quickly as she could, Claire got up from the corner to intercept yelling, "No!" She was then shot in the shoulder.

Claire could vaguely hear her father shout her name as she closed her eyes in pain, crying out slightly. She turned her head to her left, opening her eyes slightly only to see Sylar's eyes which showed his pain. She looked at her shoulder the best that she could and even at her angle she could see that her gunshot wound wasn't healing and she dropped her head to the ground with small 'thunk' before gazing at Sylar who was still watching her with occasional groans of pain.

Slowly she reached her hand out as strongly as she could as Sylar eyes widened in surprise and Claire closed her eyes as she passed out. The image of Sylar's eyes gazing at her being the last she remembers.

~.~.~

Bennett House, Costa Verde, California…

She cried out in pain as Noah slammed open and closed the front door in a hurry calling for his wife. Claire was set down on the couch as she kept crying out in pain. She was in so much pain that she couldn't help but ignore the conversation between Noah and Sandra who were debating about how to help Claire.

"What happened?" Claire asked breathlessly, gritting her teeth in pain as she lightly grazed her wound.

"I don't know. I wish I did." Noah answered reluctantly.

"Maybe you were right. I've been stupid, careless," she said as her father rested a hand on her hand. "I thought I was invulnerable." She cried out again.

"Claire, you shouldn't have," Noah trailed off as Claire slowly starts to smile at him.

"It hurts," Claire said joyfully. "I never thought I would be able to hurt again." She gritted her teeth to hold back her cries again the best she could. "It sucks but it's wonderful."

"Thank you for saving my life," Noah said.

"Anytime." Claire smiled at her dad as she spoke before closing her eyes.

~.~.~

Finally in her bed and her wound bandaged up, Claire relaxed with a small smile to her face and a small hum as her father cleaned up his glasses.

"Hey, no fever. You feeling okay?"

Claire nodded her head with a small 'yes' in reply.

"Pretty good with all things considered," she spoke softly with a smile on her face as she took in the comfort of her dad's presence.

"We're gonna figure out what's happening to you." He stated a serious look on his face. "But for now you just rest. I'll be right downstairs."

"I love you, Dad," she said.

"I love you, Claire-bear," he replied softly before kissing her forehead as Claire slowly drifted off to sleep but as she slept she couldn't help but remember her conversation with Sylar.

She breathed in through her nose and exhaled through her mouth as she readied herself for what comes next.

"I'm uh sorry about what happened earlier today," she said awkwardly as Sylar smirked slightly.

"Well I can't really blame Noah. After everything I've done to people with abilities and to you his daughter, I've half expected him to cut my head off."

"But it doesn't stop how angry at him you are." She more stated than asked him and feeling his eyes on her face, Claire looked at him.

"Thank you by the way for saving me from getting sucked into that vortex and for comforting me earlier." He gave a light chuckle.

"With the way you acted towards Noah, I doubt that you wanted your Dad at the moment." He commented dryly.

"Still, thank you," Claire said then a sudden realization sparked. "Today, you said that when you touched my hand that you could feel the pain that you caused me. What was that all about?"

"Angela told me that she wanted to help me become better in control with my powers and said that my own power is like a hunger so she said that to get me better, she suggested that I take this girl's power."

Despite having a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, Claire was still curious.

"What could she do?"

"Whatever or whoever she touches; she can know all the history of that object and person."

As the words left Sylar's mouth, Claire's mouth suddenly felt dry and she grew pale.

"Then… you know what I've been able to do since you attacked me." Sylar stopped in his steps and Claire stopped as well while Sylar dropped his head slightly.

"Yes."

His answer had her grip her hands and fumble with them nervously.

"Whatever is happening to me," she hesitated before continuing, "it seems that I've absorbed at least most of your powers and it keeps hitting me all at once as a reminder of what you've taken from me." Sylar closed his eyes with a sigh. "But at the same time I'm reminded that you've given me a way to fight back." Sylar snapped open his eyes to gaze at me in confusion and shock.

"Thank you for giving me that much," Claire said gratefully before taking a deep breath and a step closer to him.

"And since… it seems that we'll be stuck together and highly likely to run into each other, I want you to promise me one thing." She grabbed onto his right hand between her hands.

"Claire," he said trying to persuade her otherwise but Claire shook her head, determination read on her features.

"No, when things get really rough and my powers disappear, I want you to promise me that you'll protect me because I understand that one day everyone I've known and grown up with will die while I'll never age and never die. Even if I resent this situation, I just want see one familiar face every once and awhile."

Claire blearily woke up to pain and heat and she slightly open her eyes to see the bright light of the hospital hallway.

"It hurts," she groans in pain softly.

"I know, sweetie. What's your name?" the doctor asked.

"Claire," she responded quietly. "Where's my dad?"

"He's on his way," Sandra answered.

"How long ago were you shot, Claire?"

She heard her mother reply but didn't get a clear answer as she zones out from reality for a bit.

~.~.~

Claire weakly opened her eyes slightly to see her mom by her side.

"Hey," Sandra said.

"My mouth is dry," she said.

"You're having antibiotics. You're fighting off an infection." Sandra reasoned.

"It hurts," she said softly.

"Here," Sandra said holding out the alert button for a nurse towards her. "Take this. Here, if the pains too much press this button."

Claire took the remote in her hand taking note of who was in the room.

"Where's dad?" she asked hoarsely.

"He's on his way just try and relax," Sandra said but Claire couldn't relax. She felt tears gather in her eyes as the realization that her father left her again.

"You're lying. You're not very good at it."

"He will be here," Sandra promised Claire.

"I was so stupid. All I wanted was for this ability to go away and now it's gone."

"Mrs. Butler," a rough voice was heard and both women looked to see two police officers in the room. "We need to talk to you."

"You have got to be brave," Sandra whispered to her daughter.

"I'm not brave," she cried softly. "I'm just some stupid cheerleader. I thought I could've been more. I am sorry that I've ruined everything."

"Claire, don't talk like that."

"It hurts. Why does it hurt so much?" Claire asked before slowly her eyes rolled back into her head and she started shaking convulsively.

She could vaguely hear people's voices but they just got more plugged out until she couldn't hear anything anymore and before everything turned black Claire couldn't help but mutter out one more word before it ended. Before her life turned black.

"Gabriel," she said before the sound of a heartbeat stop and no more was said…

Suddenly Claire gasped as the breath of life returned to her and she could feel the wound on her shoulder healing.

"Mom," she whispered as panic and confusion slowly came to her.

"We gotta get you out of here," Sandra whispered back.

~.~.~

Bennett House…

Claire sat on her bed in a new set of clothes and hugging her knees to her chest. She heard heavy footsteps and from just hearing them and the sound of their heart beating she knew exactly who was standing at her door.

"Claire-bear, are you okay?" Noah asked.

"I needed you and you weren't there again." She looked at him coldly.

"I'm sorry," he replied and as if her gaze couldn't have gotten any colder, it just did.

Noah walked to her side of the bed and sat.

"There was something I had to do." She scoffed with a sarcastic smile.

"There is always something you have to do. Work's just more important."

"No, listen. Look from the day I was assigned to protect you-"

"That's right. I'm just an assignment."

"Claire, you know that's not true."

"I died!" She shouted in his face. "But I guess that's all just an incident for you isn't it."

"You died," he repeated to himself. "When?"

She looked at him incredulously.

"Why does it matter?" she said.

"It matters," he said in a panic before hurriedly got off her bed and rushed out of her room. Seeing her Noah panic, Claire quickly followed.

"What is it? What's wrong?" she asked as they quickly ran down the stairs.

"Where is she? Where is your mother?" Noah asked.

"She's with us." A voice said as they stepped out of her father's office and there stood Sandra in Elle's grasp with Sylar standing by. As they stepped out, Elle twisted her wrist and appeared a ball of electricity in her hand that thankfully wasn't holding her mother's arm.

Claire looked at the two who appeared bloody and in a new set of clothes. Suddenly Claire understood what her father was doing.

Noah pulled out a gun but Sylar only used his powers to pull the gun out of his hands and pushed Noah above the fireplace.

Seeing the gun not too far away, Claire tried to grab it but Elle caught on what she was trying to do.

"Stay back," Elle shouted before placing her other hand under Sandra's throat shocking her and causing her to cry out before Elle pulled her hand away.

Understanding the threat in her house, Claire quickly backed away from the gun.

"We're taking Claire with us. That's what we came for in the first place." Sylar said.

"You following daddy's orders now. Trying to be a good boy." Noah retorted.

"No, not a good boy not exactly," he replied and Sylar's eyes darted to Claire's. "Something else. Something more like-like you. Home. Family. But not afraid to do the job I have to do."

Sylar took a few steps forward before he started slicing Noah's throat.

"Stop," she shouted and Sylar's head turned slightly towards her as he stopped to listen to the cheerleader.

"Look I-I will go with j-just please leave them alone." Claire pleaded.

"I think this game of cat and mouse is over." Sylar said, taking a few closer steps.

"They're not your parents." Noah said.

"What are you talking about?" Sylar said confused and taken off guard.

"They're manipulating you. Arthur and Angela, they're not your parents. I read your files, Gabriel, you're not their son." Noah continued. "They're just leveraging your mommy issues to turn you into their weapon."

"He's lying. Don't let him get inside your head." Said Elle.

"No," Claire said, staring at Elle curiously as Sylar looked at her. "That's a lie. You're lying to him and you're afraid of him."

"You know who he is, Elle," Noah spoke up. "Because you helped create him. And you can't undo that. Not now and not ever. You really think you two can have a normal life. He killed you're father, Elle."

It's seen how shaken Sylar has become but he quickly gathers his bearings and starts slicing Noah's throat.

"No!" Claire shouted in a panic before turning to plead with the person causing this. "Sylar, stop! Stop! Stop, Gabriel, just stop!"

At the sound of his name, Sylar stops sensing his presence he looked to his left to see Hiro standing before him.

He said something in Japanese and grasped his shoulder before teleporting them away. Noah quickly drops to the ground.

Elle takes a step forward in bewilderment. "What the hell?" before feeling a grasp on her shoulder and was teleported away.

Claire felt more than saw Hiro teleport in front of her before grasping her hand while speaking Japanese and was only able to make out the word cheerleader. It wasn't long before she was teleported out.

How about that! I finally got the next chapter done and again it might be awhile before I update again so brace yourself because this relationship between Claire and Sylar seems to go a bit quick. Review please! If you have any questions please just leave a review and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thank you for reading my story and sorry if it's shorter or too short but it seems long enough you know. But finally just hope you guys review!