004: [Accidental Visual] [Location: Primatech Research]
Primatech Research had too much information in it to be useful.
It had taken Claire six hours to come to this conclusion, all of which had been wasted in the main office. The room had most recently belonged to Angela Petrelli, as evidenced by the pictures of Nathan and Peter that sat on the desk. All previous owners would've had a fit if they could have seen what Claire had done to it; there were files on the floor, spread out and opened up, some relevant information pulled out and placed into piles where she thought there might have been a connection. There were more dead people who could've been responsible for what had happened with Nathan and Sylar than living ones.
Standing over all of the information and knowing that there was nothing new to report, she felt a little relieved that her search had come up empty. A theory would have meant trying to take action, and none of them could do that here. They hadn't passed on the news of Sylar's identity crisis to Nathan yet, and Peter was still insisting that the best thing they could do while they were in Taxon was nothing. Mohinder might have helped her if she had asked, but Claire assumed that he was busy enough trying to help Sylar gain control of his abilities. He could only handle one problem at a time.
She wished, for the thousandth time since arriving in the city, that her dad was there with her. He knew everything worth knowing about that had happened in the Company, and he would have gotten into it without a second thought if that was the only way to keep her from dealing with this on her own. The information would have sped things up for all of them, but the support he'd have given her would've made her feel like they had a chance at saving Nathan. The more she thought about it, the less confident she was in that.
"You have no ideas the lengths a parent will go to ensure the safety of their child."
Claire reached over, picking up a photo of Angela with Nathan and Peter, the words echoing in her head. She traced her fingertips over the edges of the silver frame, taking note of how happy Angela looked with her arm around Nathan, while Peter leaned in closer to them. The conversation about Nathan had been forgotten as soon as Claire had seen him after Peter had injected Sylar, seemingly alive and well.
Now she was remembering Angela talking about her dream, saying that she needed to find Matt Parkman to push it's outcome. Matt was supposed to be the one to save Nathan, but Claire had assumed that they hadn't needed him after all. What could Matt do to save Nathan, and what would have happened in the first place to make his help necessary?
The only thing that made sense was the most cruel, horrible thing that she could imagine. Without thinking, she threw the picture frame at the wall, watching it slam into a painting and fall to the floor in pieces. Then she walked over to the old desk, curling up in the leather chair behind it and hugging her knees up against her body. Having a theory didn't guarantee that it was the right one. She could have been wrong. Matt wouldn't have done that to Sylar. She could have saved Nathan if he had gotten hurt.
"No," she breathed out quietly, completely overwhelmed and forcing down as much of what she was feeling as she possibly could. "They wouldn't." That line of thinking only comforted Claire for a moment, until she realized that when Nathan was involved, there was nothing that Angela wouldn't do.
It had taken Claire six hours to come to this conclusion, all of which had been wasted in the main office. The room had most recently belonged to Angela Petrelli, as evidenced by the pictures of Nathan and Peter that sat on the desk. All previous owners would've had a fit if they could have seen what Claire had done to it; there were files on the floor, spread out and opened up, some relevant information pulled out and placed into piles where she thought there might have been a connection. There were more dead people who could've been responsible for what had happened with Nathan and Sylar than living ones.
Standing over all of the information and knowing that there was nothing new to report, she felt a little relieved that her search had come up empty. A theory would have meant trying to take action, and none of them could do that here. They hadn't passed on the news of Sylar's identity crisis to Nathan yet, and Peter was still insisting that the best thing they could do while they were in Taxon was nothing. Mohinder might have helped her if she had asked, but Claire assumed that he was busy enough trying to help Sylar gain control of his abilities. He could only handle one problem at a time.
She wished, for the thousandth time since arriving in the city, that her dad was there with her. He knew everything worth knowing about that had happened in the Company, and he would have gotten into it without a second thought if that was the only way to keep her from dealing with this on her own. The information would have sped things up for all of them, but the support he'd have given her would've made her feel like they had a chance at saving Nathan. The more she thought about it, the less confident she was in that.
"You have no ideas the lengths a parent will go to ensure the safety of their child."
Claire reached over, picking up a photo of Angela with Nathan and Peter, the words echoing in her head. She traced her fingertips over the edges of the silver frame, taking note of how happy Angela looked with her arm around Nathan, while Peter leaned in closer to them. The conversation about Nathan had been forgotten as soon as Claire had seen him after Peter had injected Sylar, seemingly alive and well.
Now she was remembering Angela talking about her dream, saying that she needed to find Matt Parkman to push it's outcome. Matt was supposed to be the one to save Nathan, but Claire had assumed that they hadn't needed him after all. What could Matt do to save Nathan, and what would have happened in the first place to make his help necessary?
The only thing that made sense was the most cruel, horrible thing that she could imagine. Without thinking, she threw the picture frame at the wall, watching it slam into a painting and fall to the floor in pieces. Then she walked over to the old desk, curling up in the leather chair behind it and hugging her knees up against her body. Having a theory didn't guarantee that it was the right one. She could have been wrong. Matt wouldn't have done that to Sylar. She could have saved Nathan if he had gotten hurt.
"No," she breathed out quietly, completely overwhelmed and forcing down as much of what she was feeling as she possibly could. "They wouldn't." That line of thinking only comforted Claire for a moment, until she realized that when Nathan was involved, there was nothing that Angela wouldn't do.