Okay so I don't know if I mentioned it but the italics mean that the events have happened in the past for where the story line currently is.

So I had a version of this chapter finished several weeks ago but when I read over it it seemed... well crappy so I redid it so that it might actually be worth the wait. Writing a long story is hard. So not that I didn't respect all you guys who have written stories I've enjoyed before but this has upped the ante for me.

Anyways here is the long awaited next chapter I will be putting up the conclusion today as well.

It would be fair to say that Claire was shocked. It would also be fair to say that Sylar was petrified. In fact the only thing going through his mind was; how could I have let this happen?

Sylar returned to the hotel room wearing a suite and with a garment bag in hand.

"So let me guess that bag holds a beautiful dress."

"I don't know you'll have to judge how beautiful it is."

"Is this the plan?"

"Depends on what you think the plan is."

"Wine and dine me before..."

Claire cut off not quite sure how to say it now that the she wasn't in the heat of the moment.

"Before what Claire?

"Before the main event."

Sylar couldn't help the laughter that came out as he spoke

"The main event, Claire you make it sound like a production of some kind. But no that's not the plan."

"Then what's up."

"What's up is that you need to change we have reservations in two hours, and you are going to have a date that should make you the envy of most women in this city.

They never made it to the restaurant. They had not lost themselves in passionate love making. They hadn't decided to be more spontaneous. Things just had gone horribly wrong.

-0-

When Peter returned to his apartment he found that there was one advantage to living such a Spartan life style. A person would have to be Noah Bennet to hide the fact that they had been looking through his apartment. It was the mattress that gave it away. When he went to lay down he realized that his mattress was slightly closer to the wall then normal because when he went to drop his shoes beside the bed they didn't quite fit between the mattress and the wall.

Peter found himself diving through his front door being chased by a line of nearly silent sniper fire. He knew that he had to get outside and amongst people. He may not have had Sylar's ability but he knew that anyone behind this didn't won't to draw attention to themselves and being amongst people was his best bet until he found out more. He also needed to get in touch with Sylar and Claire.

-0-

"Thank good. Someone took a shot at me. I don't know who, but I can guess at why."

Peter's words slowed as he took in the attire that Sylar and Claire where wearing.

"Why are you guys dressed like that?"

"Glad you asked."

Sylar said with more snark then was strictly called for under the circumstances.

"Right about now we should be following the the maƮtre d' to our table at Eleven Madison Park, but then we got a call from you which as you have just confirmed will lead to the wonderful alternative of a possible blood bath."

"Sylar someone shoot at Peter be nicer. What do you think this is about?"

Sylar jumped in with the answer.

"He killed Athur, and someone is retaliating."

Claire was shocked. He had decided to kill his own father even though he knew that Sylar would do it for him had he asked.

"It had to be done. I didn't want a reason to resent someone else for what needed to be done. So I did it my self. I'm sorry to drag you into this but what do we do now?"

Sylar took a deep breath before continuing.

"You're not as dumb as you look Petrelli. You were right whoever this is wants to keep this quite the best way to buy time was to come out in public, but with both of us together I say we give them exactly what they want; a shot at us. There is a warehouse district about 2 miles from here."

Peter just shook his head with a smirk.

"Lead the way."

-0-

Sylar had been right it had been a blood bath. An elite team of four highly trained mercenaries were dead. Peter had called Angela and she was taking care of the clean up. Peter had accompanied Claire and Sylar back to their hotel room.

To say that Sylar forgot what he had been carrying in his suit jacket pocket wouldn't be correct. It's just that with everything that had happened he wasn't thinking about it when Claire offered to hang it up for him.

Claire went to hang up the jacket and felt the weight in the pocket. I shouldn't she thought, but her curiosity was to strong. She reached in and couldn't believe her eyes. Just when she thought that she knew Sylar pretty well she found this. She turned around only managing to say one word.

"Sylar."

Sylar and Peter who had been talking turn towards her.

It would be fair to say that Claire was shocked. It would also be fair to say that Sylar was petrified. In fact the only thing going through his mind was; how could I have let this happen?

"You weren't supposed to see that."

Claire had to pause to process what he had just said as the shock wore off. Then her next words had an edge to them.

"From the look on your face that's obvious."

Peter just had to say something.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Peter could you step outside a moment?" Sylar asked.

"I think I should stay."

Peter wasn't about to let his niece stay here alone with him; not if what Claire held in her hands was anything close to what he thought it was.

"No Peter I think you should leave a moment." Claire said.

"Fine, but I'm only going down to the ice machine."

Peter got up and left the room.

"So," Sylar began. "How mad are you."

"I'm... I don't know."

"To be fair this night was suppose to go very differently."

"So, I never would have known if things went according to plan. Is that it?"

"No, No. that's not what I meant I mean I was gonna see how things went tonight. I didn't know what I was gonna do."

Claire took a deep breath and asked the one question she'd been putting off.

"So, who is it for?"

"What?" Came Sylar's response.

"Wait a minute you think it's for someone else. No! It's for you. I just didn't know if I should. I didn't know what you'd say."

Sylar had stood and moved across the room to Claire.

"Since you've seen it I might as well tell you the truth. I love you. I want to give you the security of the one thing I know every woman wants."

"What's that?"

Claire's voice was weak.

"To know that their first love will be there forever, and he will never break her heart. I know you may not love me yet, but I like to think you could. Will you let me give you this?"

There were tears in Claire's eyes as she spoke.

"The thing is I think I have fallen for you. Not just physically. I think I've fallen in love with you and I don't even know when I let that happen."

When Peter reentered the room he found himself interrupting a very long and not so innocent kiss.

To say Peter reacted badly would be an understatement. Of course Claire took care of that though.

Just then they received a call from Angela.

"Claire tell them I've taken care of the situation and tell them to pack. The family jet will be taking off with the three of you Nathan and myself on board in four hours. Your mother and brother will be meeting us there."

"Wait, what? Meeting us where, and why?"

"Just make sure you're there on time Peter knows where to go. Bye."

"So what did the witch have to say."

"Hey that's my mother you're talking about."

"Fine what did Angela say."

"Well she said everything is taken care of, and..."

"And what?"

Both men spoke in unison a little wary of any 'and' when it came to Angela especially with the half of the conversation that they had heard.

"And we should pack because the family plane is leaving in four hours and she wants all of us on it."

"Where in the hell does she plan on sending us."

Sylar would be damned before he'd just blindly follow anything that woman said.

"Well it's more like taking us her and Nathan are supposed to be going too, but still she didn't say."

"I'm not going anywhere!" Sylar yelled.

"Well I am!" Claire yelled right back.

"My mother and brother are meeting us there. I want to see them, so I'm going. Peter I'll get my stuff packed and we can go over to your place."

Peter was quite happy with Sylar not going especially after what looked like was about to happen when he walked in.

"Fine I'm coming."

Sylar was reluctant to go, but he wasn't about to let Claire walk away from him on a sour note. She was still at a point where she could to easily get over him. He planned on sticking close until she needed him as much as he needed her.

-0-

For once listening to Angela wasn't a bad idea as Sylar found out early the next morning. Sylar was siting down catching his breath after dancing with his beautiful new wife. He still couldn't believe that Angela had arranged a Las Vegas wedding.

On the plane ride here Angela had reviled everything she knew about the attack on Peter, including how Noah was involved. Claire had cried some, but seemed to be okay by the time they landed.

So that's how Sylar ended up marring Claire. The world did not end. No future traveler came back and said it was necessary, though Sylar always suspected the future is why Angela got on the side of them being together. Sylar was far from being the last man on earth, and even Peter was okay with it.