She mostly wonders how drastically her life has shifted between the knowledge of invincibility and (maybe, a little,) falling for someone who keeps saving her life from a lunatic who eats brains and oh, ew, by the way. At night she keeps having to tell herself that yes, her name is Claire, no, she can't die, and yeah, it looks like she might survive high school after all. He, on the other hand, has to remind himself that saving her will save the world, no matter what relatives (motherbrotherniece?) think. He doesn't think he's a hero yet, he's just a (not-so-normal) guy trying to save New York, but for her he's a hero twice over. Peter Petrelli? Meet fate. You won't be close friends.

A mix of twisted proportions.



( Finding ways to fix the skyline )