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AUTHOR'S NOTE: No particular timeline for Heroes. I'm just guessing somewhere between season 1 and season 2. In chapter 11 I took a small piece of text from Revelations and altered it just a little so it would fit my plot. I'm messing a little with the time thingy... 'Chosen' happened around June 2006 and 'How to Stop an Exploding Man' was around May 2007.
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Heroes And Slayers
By Raven Morbisk

Chapter 7

"Nah, man. This is Sandra Gonelit." Faith said laughing but stopped when the girl in question was staring at Peter.

"Peter?" She spoke up in a weak voice. Peter nodded with a nervous, unbelieving chuckle. That seemed to snap the girl out of her stupor. She rushed forward and wrapped her arms around the young man, crying into his chest.

"I missed you so much, Claire." Tears were running down his cheeks as well.

"I thought you were dead. You exploded. Nathan flew you up in the sky and you exploded, I saw it. How can you be alive?" Claire finally looked up with red eyes and tears still flowing.

"You saved me, Claire." He said smiling through his tears.

"And Nathan?" She asked, not daring to hope.

"He's dead." He said quietly.

"Sorry to break this tear-jerkin' moment, but Sandra?" Faith spoke up with questioning eyes.

"Claire Bennet, this is my," She looked up at Peter who smiled response "this is my uncle."

"Damn, I just had to bring some drama from Vegas." She muttered under her breath. "Why'd ya say your name's Sandra Gonelit?" She asked the young brunette.

"Sandra was my mom's name and Gonelit is for Gordon, my biological mother's name, Bennet and Petrelli." She explained.

"What do you mean with 'was my mom's name'? Where are your parents and what are you doing here?" Peter addressed the teenager who looked away.

"They're dead." She simply said and pulled away from Peter's arms.

"She got called two months ago. So me and Cyclops went to pick her up. Seemed that her brother invited some vampires in their house. When we got there her dad and her mom were lying dead on the floor, drained, and her l'il brother was gone." Faith answered instead of the teenager who was already shaking with the memories flooding in her mind.

"I had to stake Lyle a week after." Claire said barely audible.

"Y'know, I shoulda known there was somethin' off with you. You never ever got hurt, even though you're always the first to jump into battle." Faith said, wagging her finger at the girl.

"Yeah well, I heal fast." The girl shrugged, crossing her arms.

"Rapid cell regeneration, right?" Faith stated more than questioned. "Jessica sorta told me 'bout it."

"Jessica?" Claire inquired and looked at Peter who shrugged casually.

"Faith and Niki are in love apparently." He replied.

"No,"

"But I thought Niki was with D.L.?" Claire inquired, not listening to Faith.

"I'm not in love."

"D.L. died in the hospital, the gunshot wound was too severe." Peter said, repeating the same thing Niki had told him.

"I don't fall in love. I screw them then I leave." She started to realize she was talking to herself when the two didn't acknowledge her words.

"Poor Micah." The young brunette sighed.

"Hey, didn't you guys just hear me?" Faith's voice was louder this time. Peter and Claire stared at her.

"Yes, you are. I can read minds if I want, too."

"So? I'm not in love with Niki." Faith crossed her arms like a little child and glared at the male brunette.

"You can't stop thinking about her; she's always in your mind. When I said I was a friend of Niki's, your mind was filled with jealous thoughts. Like the one that actually wanted to make me laugh 'I'm way hotter than this pathetic excuse of a man.', face it, you're in love." Peter dared her to counter but she kept her mouth shut.

"I'm not in love." She muttered finally quietly and left the kitchen in a huff.

"Faith is not a person to tell how she feels. I think you just got on her bad side." Claire giggled. "Come on, you can sleep in my room. I used to share it with two other girls but, they died. Next week I'll be getting new roommates but for now, you can be my roommate." She said smiling.

"Uhm, Claire? Faith said something before that left me a little wondering." Peter started, putting his arm around his niece, leaving the kitchen.

"And what might that be, *uncle* Peter?" She said sniggering. She was so happy that Peter was alive and here with her. Just when she thought she was the only left, her savior came back.

"Are you gay?" He asked with a smirk. Claire looked at him with her infamous half smirk and wiggled her eyebrows.

"Who knows, uncie." She replied.

"I'd like to know." He grinned. Claire crawled out from under his arm and spurted up the stairs. "Claire? I'd really want to know if my little niece likes girls." He called after her. The brunette turned around and winked at him. He shook his head with a soft chuckle and ran after her, taking two steps at a time. "Claire." He drawled out her name grinning, getting closer to the girl waiting for him.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. Who knows?" When Peter reached the top of the first flight of stairs she giggled and ran up the second flight. By the time she reached the top, Peter was already standing there with his arms crossed and smirking.

"Flying is cheating." She pouted.

"Good morning, Mr. Petrelli." Andrew chirped happily when Peter entered the kitchen the next morning.

"Call me Peter," He looked at the young man, expecting him to say his name.

"Oh, I'm Andrew, cook slash ex-villain slash Mr. Giles'-protégé slash Willow's-right-hand--when-she's-away." He replied with a bright smile.

"Andrew, right. You have any idea where Faith is?" He asked, leaning against the counter.

"She's with Buffy, doing some very secret training that the other girls can't do. Would you like some breakfast? It's the most important meal of the day." He held up a plate with pancakes on, the smile never leaving his face.

"No thanks, I think the girls need it more than me." He flashed him a grin, remembering Claire saying something about high metabolism.

"Oh, the girls already ate, well, most of them anyway. They get up real early when both Faith and Buffy are in the house. They all want to know what the big secret training is about." He shrugged slightly "I want to know, too, but I'm the last person they will tell."

"Why is that?" He asked, sitting on one of the stools that surrounded the counter.

"Because I used to be evil. I was a real villain, you know. Demon summoning and trying to kill Buffy and everything." He replied in a hushed tone. "I was-"

"He doesn't care, Andrew." Willow said as she entered the kitchen "G'morning, Peter. Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah, I slept fine. I just need to talk to Faith for a moment." He said, turning in seat to face the redhead.

"Oh, she's with Buffy and their secret training session." She said, shooting him a smile. "She'll be back in about half an hour." She stood on her toes as she was trying to get a plate from one of the cupboards.

"What is the secret training session actually?" Peter figured the redhead would know seeing as she heard that Willow, Xander and Buffy had been friends for the better part of a decade.

"I don't have a clue. Maybe I do, but if I did, I wouldn't tell you." She replied, grabbing some pancakes from the plate and putting it on hers. He tried to read her mind but something was blocking it.

"Don't bother, Peter." She said, not looking up from her plate but a small smile was visible. She leaned over the counter and took hold of the syrup that Andrew had set there just a few seconds before. "You can't read my mind and I wouldn't do that too much in this house. Girls like their privacy." She now looked him and gave a sly wink.

"How did you-"

"Willow is one of the most powerful witches alive. She can do anything she wants." Andrew quipped, sliding a glass of juice to the redhead. "I advice you not to get on her bad side, she'll skin you alive without so much as blinking."

"Andrew." Willow hissed.

"Let me guess. Back when you," he said pointing at the blonde male "were evil, a villain. You," he now pointed at the redhead "were after him because he was trying to kill Buffy."

"No, I was after him and his friends because his best buddy killed my lover." Willow replied coldly, taking a final bite and leaving the kitchen.

"Tara's death is a sensitive subject. Naturally, that girl was the nicest girl in the world. Warren didn't mean to shoot her, he wanted to shoot Buffy. That didn't go well with Darth Willow either." Andrew said with a sad smile. "Anyway, are you sure you don't want breakfast? I can make you some eggs if you'd like that instead of pancakes?"

"No, I'm good, thanks." He replied, confused with the sudden change of subject and also confused about the young man that had a smile on his face the entire time he had been in the kitchen.

"Hi, cutie." Claire said, referring to Andrew who blushed a little, when she entered the kitchen. "Oooh, pancakes." She grinned and took the plate with pancakes. "Good morning, Peter."

"Morning, Claire."

"No, that's not Claire. That's Sandra. It's okay though, you'll get the hang of the names soon enough." Andrew spoke up, not noticing the amused glance between the two other people in the kitchen. "Okay, I'm going to see if Mr. Giles needs any help with research. I trust that you two can help yourselves?"

"Sure thing, cutie." Claire said, taking a bite of her pancakes. Once again a blush appeared on Andrew's cheeks. He stammered his goodbye and quickly left the kitchen.

"He's head over heels for you, and you just have to tease him, don't you?" Peter grinned and reached over to Claire's plate, stealing a pancake. The girl inadvertently growled almost inaudible. When the male brunette looked at her amused she shrugged it off.

"Sometimes the Slayer takes over." She explained.

"Right." He drawled out the word with a grin.

"Shut up." Claire stuck out her tongue.

"That's mature." He retorted.

"I guess I get that from the Petrelli side." She flashed him a half smile and took another bite.

"So, Willow seems cool. She also makes me wanna stay on her good side." Peter grinned a little nervous.

"Yeah, she's cool. She also very gay and taken." Claire responded.

"I figured that when Andrew mentioned Tara being her lover." Peter said, rolling his eyes with the smallest grin of grins.

"Don't blame me for mentioning it, just in case you decide to go and fall for a gay witch with a Slayer girlfriend." Claire shrugged in response.

"Nah, I got my eye on someone else." He replied, leaning back a little, just not too far to tip over the stool.

"Really? Who?" The young brunette asked with a big smile. Peter shrugged indifferently in response. "Fine, be that way." She huffed and took the last piece of pancake in her mouth. "Faith back from secret training?" She asked with a full mouth which made her uncle laugh.

"You're like eight years old when you do that." He grinned when Claire rolled her eyes and swallowed her food "And no, Faith's not back yet." Just then the kitchen door leading to the yard opened, revealing the brunette and the blonde Slayer.

'I still don't think it was a good idea to leave your favorite dagger with a woman you barely know, Faith.' The blonde walked over to the refrigerator and took out two bottles of water, throwing one at the brunette.

'That's just it, B. I feel like I've known her forever.' The brunette smiled gratefully and took a swig from the water.

"You're mentally talking to each other!" Peter exclaimed. The two older Slayers stared at him dumbfounded.

'Guess I forgot to say he can read minds.' The brunette smiled apologetically. Buffy rolled her eyes at the brunette and they both left the kitchen, heading towards the library.

"Hey, stop eavesdropping or I'll sic Willow on you." Claire said wagging her finger at him then shrugged and cleared her plate "It's something Willow did to the four of them. They can read each other's mind but no one else's. Well, maybe Willow can."

Chapter 8

"Faith!" Peter called running after the two older Slayers. They both stopped walking and turned to the young man.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Not right now, buddy. I gotta give the Watcher man details on my new training schedule." Faith sighed and turned around again.

"It's just that, I forgot to tell you something yesterday." The young man landed in front of Faith. Buffy shrieked and punched him in the nose. He stumbled backwards groaning, putting his hand over his nose but when he shook his head to clear the daze and removed his hand there was nothing that showed he just got punched.

"Oh, that's so cool. I think I found myself a dummy." Buffy grinned, clapping her hands together.

"Don't do that again. In the house there'll be no flying, no mind reading and no other neat tricks." Peter turned around to face a smiling redhead with an amused raised eyebrow.

"Sorry." He said hastily holding his hands up and turned to Faith again but she had passed him. "Faith, I really need to tell you this."

"Tell me later, Superboy." Faith said without turning around.

"Jessica wants to help." He stated, throwing his hands up in defeat when Faith turned to face him.

"No, no, no." She said shaking her head and walking up to Peter. "You're gon' call that, that, arrogant and selfish woman and tell her to stay put. I don't care if she threatens to rip your balls off, you tell her she ain't gon' help."

"Why not, Faith? If she's as strong as she say, her help could be useful." Buffy said, flashing a smile to Peter.

"If Jessica is in the middle of the battle Niki could get hurt and what 'bout Micah? I'm not riskin' him near some freak ass demons." She countered, facing the blonde.

"He can stay with Andrew and Dawn. They won't be in the battle itself either." Buffy replied.

"B, are ya hearin' yourself? When I called you and was wonderin' if I should ask her to come with me, you said I just met the woman and that I should just chill." The young man was completely forgotten when the two Slayers faced each other, heated in their conversation and oblivious to the people that were surrounding them, very interested in their conversation.

"That was before I knew you're in love with the woman, Faith."

"I'm not in love, B." The brunette crossed her arms defiantly and glared at the blonde.

"Of course, you're not, F." Buffy replied sarcastically with a small sneer. "Is that why you only slept with her once but still kept seeing her?"

"That was because of Micah!" Faith all but shouted.

"Since when do you care about strangers' feelings?" Buffy's voice was becoming colder by the sentence.

"Ya woulda known that if ya weren't off gallivantin' around Europe." Faith threw her hands up in frustration.

"I deserved a little break, Faith. I was *the* Slayer for seven years, for crying out loud." By now the group of people around the two Slayers had grown out to almost the entire household.

"Yeah, ya were *the* Slayer. The leader, the one that every girl looks up to 'cause they all wanna live, B. You're their role model for stayin' alive and you don't even bother gettin' to know them." The younger Slayer growled.

"No, Faith. They look up to you; they treat you like their queen." The blonde countered.

"Because I know each and every one of them. I'm their friend; they treat me with the same respect as I treat them. Somethin' you never got the hang of, huh, B?" Faith snorted.

"Uh, guys?" A weak voice squeaked but it went unheard. The group of girls opened to reveal Andrew nervously wringing his hands.

"And how many girls talk back to you when you give them an order? You're their leader now, Faith, you gotta show them that you're in control or they'll all end up dead."

"Guys?" He said again, a little louder.

"They know I'm the boss. Jus' 'cause some girls take an example from high and mighty Ken, don't mean I ain't got no control over them." The brunette clenched her fists, willing herself stay calm.

"Hey!" Kennedy yelled in the background, causing some girl to giggle.

"GUYS!" He yelled.

"What?" they both shouted back at the blonde male.

"Something big and ugly is smashing up my kitchen." He said aggravated.

"Rona, Vi and Kennedy." Both older Slayers yelled in unison, and then looked at each other for a second with a small grin.

"Put together three teams," Buffy started

"And check the perimeters." The brunette finished. The three younger Slayers looked a bit confused but did as asked.

"Anything big and ugly, kill it." The two older Slayers once again said in chorus.

"If ya see somethin' else, bring it and lock it in the basement." Faith took the final word and nodded to Buffy, heading with the blonde to the kitchen where Peter was already trying to fight it. The demon was roughly eight feet tall with a light yellow slimy exterior. His arms were at least half his size with moldy fingers at the end. He grabbed Peter by his throat, holding him up. The demon opened his mouth and growled, saliva dripping from his teeth.

"In the middle of broad daylight, with protection spells all over the place." Faith muttered and grabbed a cooking knife out of one of the drawers. She jumped up and stabbed the demon between just below the place where ears normally are situated. The demon growled and released Peter, turning to Faith. Behind the demon Buffy had snuck up on the counter, noiselessly taking a crossbow from a hidden tile in the ceiling.

Faith grinned evilly and ducked just as the demon swung at her. She kicked against its legs, causing him to drop to the floor. She did a summersault over the fallen demon and waited for Buffy to take a shot. She didn't have to wait long; the demon received an arrow in his head. Faith stalked over to the demon and just to be sure, she ripped his head off.

"Think we oughta burn it?" Buffy asked casually, sitting on the counter. The brunette shrugged but picked up the body, taking it through the kitchen door.

"What is she gonna do?" Peter asked, finally getting up from the spot where the demon had thrown him.

"Burn him, what else?" Buffy smiled and jumped off the counter. Peter watched her go, eyebrows raised. He shook his head sighing and followed the blonde out the back. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw at least twenty girls standing near three other, presumably, dead demons.

"Good job, girls." Faith beamed and threw her demon next to the others. "Were these it?" She asked motioning to the three other demons.

"Kennedy took Sandra and Lily for confirmation, but these were the only ones on the grounds we encountered." One of the girls answered.

"Okay, then we'll wait for Kennedy before barbecuing these things." Buffy said, standing next to Faith. Two minutes later Kennedy arrived with two other girls.

"One got away." Kennedy spoke, throwing a glare at Peter. He looked a little taken aback; not knowing what he did wrong. Sandra, known to Peter as Claire, rolled her eyes at the cocky brunette and walked over to Peter.

"She's just a little jealous because her family didn't bother looking for her." She said softly. "And also because she reckons you're after Willow." Peter nodded understanding before it dawned on him what his niece just said.

"I'm not after Willow." He said a little too loudly.

"Nice to know I'm not that eligible." Peter jumped at the voice of Willow.

"How do you do that? Stop that, you're freaking me out with appearing out of thin air all the time."

"I've been standing here the entire time. Well not the entire time, because that would mean I was fighting with the girls and I wasn't. I arrived here right after you and Buffy so I was standing here almost as long as you were standing here. I didn't appear out of thin air. That's just spooky." She babbled with a grin. Faith had in the meanwhile taken a can of gasoline from the tool shed, that wasn't so much filled with garden tools as weapons and gasoline, and was pouring it over the four demons.

"Hey, I thought I was gonna flame them?" Willow spoke with a pout.

"You were too busy with Superboy." Faith shrugged "But you can light 'em?" Willow kept pouting but waved her hand and the demons went up in flames. Several girls jumped a little back from the flames.