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A Sylar/Claire, Buffy/Spike, Willow/Tara, Xander/Anya fic.

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Disclaimer: The only part I own of Heroes and Buffy the Vampire Slayer, is the complete series of both on DVD. I am making no money from this fic, just having far too much fun with the characters.

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A/N: This one was number 67 on my list of Sylar/Claire fics to write. This fic is written for ravynsprt, who gave me the idea for the story.

It takes place during the season 3 episode "Angels and Monsters", but as though Sylar and Claire were sucked into the vortex. They come through to Sunnydale in the year 2000. In the Buffy-verse, it will take place after the episode "Hush". Riley doesn't accept Buffy for who she is after discovering that she's the Slayer, and Willow and Tara's relationship progresses without the reappearance of Oz. I will try to stick to the season 4 Buffy timeline as much as possible, but the opening of the vortex into Sunnydale - in this fic - causes a shift, and temporarily opens the Hellmouth. Dozens of Uber-Vamps escape, so that will be the main "vampiric" focus of the story. This in turn also causes a mass amount of demons to come to Sunnydale. I'm not sure how much of Riley and the Initiative will be incorporated into this story.

Also, for the purposes of this story, Sylar doesn't think that Angela is his mother, thereby having no familial relation to Claire.

Alrighty ... hopefully this won't be too confusing. And hopefully, writing this fic will inspire me to finish my other Buffy crossover.

I hope you guys like this, I know I'll love writing it.

As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!

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The last thing she heard before she felt Sylar's body collide with hers, was the sound of her father's screams. It seemed odd to her that such a noise could be drawn from him, but she supposed a man might do all kinds of surprising things when the prospect of losing his daughter became readily apparent.

There was a sinking feeling in her gut the second that Sylar lost his hold on his anchor, and then they were both flying into the vortex that Stephen Canfield had created. Claire closed her eyes, expecting to feel the world shut out around her. She figured that this was finally the end, that this would finally be the thing that killed her.

Instead, what she felt was Sylar's sturdy form wrapping around her own, as they spun rapidly through the abyss.

She didn't know how long they were falling, she didn't know if they would ever stop - but suddenly, she felt as though she were being ejected from the vortex. She had a moment to suck in air, and then it was driven from her lungs as her body impacted with the ground.

Claire groaned at the crushed feeling, her body already starting to repair itself. Another time, this would have hurt like hell. But ever since Sylar's visit, she'd lost the ability to feel pain.

That thought brought her back to the situation she was in, and she realized that part of the crushing sensation was from Sylar being sprawled on top of her. She shifted underneath him, and he began to lift his head.

"Get off me," she spoke through clenched teeth, remembering what had happened the last time they'd been alone together.

His body wasn't as damaged as hers - what with her breaking his fall and all - but he actually could feel pain. When his wrists and hands repaired themselves, he pulled them out from under her and lifted himself up shakily, before hoisting himself up enough to roll off of her.

"We're alive," he commented briefly, glancing over at he. His expression darkened immediately.

Claire followed his gaze, shrieking when she realized that she was naked. A quick look at him informed her that he was as well. Claire clapped her hands over her breasts, sitting up and tucking her knees against her chest. "What the hell?"

Sylar, to his credit, showed a fair amount of modesty himself, cupping himself in his hands to block her view of his genitals.

Claire glared over at him from her position on the ground, wanting to be as far away from him as possible, yet at the same time, wanting to ask him why he'd even tried to save her. He could have died just as easily as she could have. Was it all just a show, trying to convince her father that he was somehow good now? Would her father really be so naive as to believe that? Why hadn't they died in the vortex? And, more importantly, where the hell were their clothes!

A million questions ran through Claire's mind, but she couldn't make any of them escape her mouth. Instead, she sat huddled up to cover her nakedness, listening to the sounds of their bodies becoming fully reassembled and repaired.

Sylar glanced over at her, noticing that she was trying very hard not to look at him. He sat up straighter beside her, trying to figure out something to say. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get a word out, the ground around them began to tremble.

It was slow at first, but rapidly picked up speed.

Claire whipped her head all around her, trying to figure out what was going on.

They seemed to realize at the same moment, for they met each other's gaze and spoke in unison, "Earthquake."

Claire had only ever experienced one other earthquake in her entire life. She had been about 7 years old, and completely terrified. All of those feelings came rushing back, and the fact that she couldn't get hurt didn't seem to matter to her.

The moment the first shriek escaped Claire's lips, Sylar grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her feet, careless of their uncovered bodies. He was vaguely aware of the slapping her bare feet made on the pavement beneath their feet as he pulled them into an area free of anything that could fall or open up.

Claire's fear of the situation made it almost impossible to run while the Earth itself was moving, and she tripped repeatedly as they ran.

Rather than haul her up and pull her along with him, Sylar simply dropped down on top of her, his body covering hers. It was a purely instinctual action, one he gave little thought before doing so.

Claire's fear of the earthquake blocked her hatred of the man on top of her, and she simply squeezed her eyes shut, clinging desperately to his sides and pulling him down more heavily on top of her.

A couple minutes later the quakes slowed, until finally the Earth was still once more.

Sylar was more than happy to stay where he was, but he knew that once Claire regained her senses, she would just shove him off. So, he beat her to it.

Claire took several deep, steadying breaths, opening her eyes to glare at the twinkling stars overhead. Had they really been in that vortex so long that night had fallen? She hadn't noticed before. She quickly covered herself once more, sitting up slowly. Claire forced herself to look sideways at Sylar, who seemed to be wiping a phantom piece of dirt off of his leg, keeping his manhood covered with a cleverly shifted leg.

"What the hell is going on here?" Claire asked finally.

Sylar shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. I didn't expect we would come out anywhere once we got sucked into Canfield's vortex ... let alone here. This looks like Earth ... hell, this even still looks like California."

"Where the hell are our clothes?"

Sylar shrugged. "No clue. Maybe the vortex swallowed them up."

Claire listened to his unsatisfying answer, his voice steadily bringing her back to that day, not too long ago, when he'd invaded her home and stolen her ability. She backed away from him on the grass, working hard to keep her body covered. "What the hell were you doing with my father? Were you trying to trick him? Get him to trust you, so he could lead you to more people with abilities?"

Sylar sighed, picking himself up off the ground. "It's not like that, Claire. I'm trying to ... rehabilitate."

Claire snorted, crossing her arms over her chest and looking pointedly away from his hips. "Tell me my father didn't actually believe that?"

Sylar looked down at the ground for a moment, before he worked out what he wanted to say and met her eyes again. "Claire, I'm sorry. You hate me, I understand. When I touched your hand, I could feel the pain that I caused you, and I never meant for you to be another one of my victims ... not like that. I'm sorry that I hurt you, Claire. Even more, I'm sorry that I took away your ability to feel pain. If I had known ..." He trailed off, unable to finish.

"What? You would have what? Left me be? Gone after some other unsuspecting girl and cut off her head? Whatever you have to say, I don't want to hear it. It's just lies, anyway," Claire retorted viciously.

Sylar sighed, nodding his head. "Okay ... fine." He glanced around him, taking in their surroundings. "Look, if we made it through the vortex, there might be a way for us to get back. Maybe it just sent us to another location in the country. I say we figure out where we are, and how to get back to Costa Verde," Sylar suggested. "Then you can get back to your life, and be rid of me."

Claire jutted out her chin defiantly. "I'd say that's the smartest thing that's ever come out of your mouth."

Sylar smirked back at her, but looked away after she wouldn't stop glaring at him.

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They made their way through the town, looking for some clue as to where they were. Claire had refused to walk around naked - especially with him - so she'd waited, curled up on the grass, for him to find something to cover their bodies with. It was a little bit chilly, despite the fact that it was California. Once Sylar had returned with a couple outfits he'd snatched from a display window, they moved out of the park and began exploring. They noticed the town was named Sunnydale, but it wasn't ringing a bell for either one of them. They kept going, finding an area map of the town itself, but still nothing pointing to their location in the world.

Claire was growing more and more frustrated, when they came upon a newspaper stand. She figured she might be able to get some information from it, but realized after a moment that she didn't have any quarters to put in.

Sylar almost rolled his eyes before flicking his fingers, and a second later the stand was unlocked and opened.

Claire glanced at him briefly before reaching in and grasping one of the papers, not saying a word as he returned the stand to its previous state. She poured over the newspaper, not finding anything that was too helpful, until she spotted a headline that inferred they were in California. She had to grin at that, knowing that it would be much longer until she was home. Her hopes were dashed shortly after, however, when her eyes caught sight of the date in the corner of the front page.

"No way," Claire breathed, staring at the paper.

"What?" Sylar asked, leaning over her shoulder.

They stopped under a street lamp, Claire not believing what she was seeing. "No, that's not possible."

Sylar scoured the front page, trying to understand what had caused her such distress, and then his eyes feel upon the date as well. December 18th, 2000. Thinking it must be a misprint, Sylar turned and made a beeline for the newspaper stand. He tore it open with his power, sending paper after paper flying his way. They all had the same date written in ink. No misprint.

Claire remained frozen in shock under the streetlamp, staring at the paper. All of her hopes of getting home, of forgetting that this had ever happened ... they were all dashed. They were trapped 8 years in the past, with no foreseeable way of getting home. They were truly, and royally -

Before she could finish her thought, she was suddenly grabbed from behind. "Aren't you a tasty treat," a voice hissed in her ear, before it lunged forward, and she felt something sharp pierce the skin of her neck.

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End of chapter one.

This has been edited since the first posting. I realized after writing a later chapter that they shouldn't have been able to come through with their clothes on, so I changed that. Hope you guys liked it.

Well, this is actually proving quite fun to write. I'm excited to write the rest of this. If I didn't have to be up early for class tomorrow, I'd keep writing until morning.

Well, what do you guys think so far? Like it, hate it?

Reviews are appreciated, flame if you must, but constructive criticism is much more useful.

Until next time ...!