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2007-08-14T22:34:46Z

Niki leaves her family troubles behind and connects up with the show's larger mythological mysteries. Claire and Niki finally cross paths. Source: Kristin on E!Online

FIC: String Theory: An AU of an AU

2007-08-07T16:26:48Z

Title: String Theory: An AU of an AU.
Author: sasskitten
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Heroes Femslash
Pairing: Claire/Niki
Beta: nemesina77
Summary: A what if story. Claire finds herself standing next to Niki when the bomb explodes, by saving her life she changes both of their futures.
Word Count: 8’312
Disclaimer: I don’t own Heroes and I make no money from this.
String Theory: An AU of an AU

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2007-05-21T15:06:26Z

Do NOT watch Sarah Conor Chronicles; tell your friends also. ♥

Fic: "Peter's Two Favorite Girls", Claire/Niki, NC-17

2007-04-30T16:19:44Z

Title: Peter's Two Favorite Girls
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Claire/Niki, Niki/Peter, implied Peter-->Claire
Word Count: 3,888
Spoilers: through .07%, Future AU that was inspired by the "Five Years Gone" previews
Warnings: femmslash, oral
Notes: It'll probably be wildly AU after tonight's episode, but it was a plot bunny that wouldn't go away!

Summary: Jealousy, Attraction, and Intrigue. When Peter's away, his girls will play.

[ "What is it that’s so special about you, Claire? I wonder…" ]

yay femslash :O

2007-03-06T02:37:37Z

Naire (lol!)
NC-17
1000 words appx.

Claire was running, away from her father, away from Zach, away from fucking Mr. Muggles and her stupid indestructibility. She was Homecoming queen. Well, fuck that. She didn't ask for this. How could her father not have told her she was adopted?

Niki woke up, shivering, on a suburban street corner. Where the fuck am I? She massaged a temple gently, wincing at the migraine she came to with. "Micah," she realized aloud. Oh, but he was at her sister's. Where was she then? She stood up brushed herself off, and looked around. Niki wasn't in Nevada anymore.

Claire finally hit a neighborhood she didn't recognize, and allowed her pace to slow. She was breathing hard, not being properly alert as a thin, pale arm reached from the shadows and pulled her in.

Claire went sprawling across the ground, superficial cuts and would-be bruises healing instantly. Claire looked up slowly, taking in the could-be-supermodel's figure.

"Um. Hello?" Claire rubbed her elbow, feigning injury.

A bit of Niki was shining through, but Jessica was ultimately in-control, the more twisted of the two's evil-intentioned smirk plastered all over their face. "Hi, little girl. Lost your way?" Jessica's tone was positively dripping with sarcasm. She squatted down so that she was eye-level with Claire.

Claire took in the woman's flashy clothes, cocking her head. "You're the one that looks lost to me." Do I attract weirdos or something?! That surprised Jessica. This girl had some spunk after all. And here she was thinking her to be the typical high school cheerleader. Jessica raised an eyebrow bemusedly. Claire sighed, more than fed up. "Did you want something?" Jessica only smiled wolfishly, toying with what to do with the schoolgirl next.

Claire began to stand up, realizing how vulnerable she was on the ground. This woman could be dangerous. Before she could even get a foot underneath herself, Jessica was looming over her, moving one of her hands to sit atop Claire's, nearly crushing it. Claire winced, but tried not to move, even though she was losing balance fast.

Jessica took all of that out of Claire's hands by grabbing her around the waist and supporting her completely, bringing their bodies together. Claire gasped as the line of her hip pressed against the older blonde's. A litany of cries erupted in Jessica's head. Stop it! Stop it!! She's just a child! Jessica growled. Claire shuddered.

The last thing Niki or Jessica expected was for Claire to kiss them. It was a soft kiss, a promising kiss. Niki froze before capitulating completely. Jessica could have her fun.

Jessica lowered herself gently on top of Claire, pressing them into the dew-soaked ground. She turned the girl's hesitant invitation into a bruising act. It wasn't so much a kiss as a taking. It was so harsh, in fact, that she was surprised when the pretty blonde girl actually returned her kiss with the same forceful intensity.

Jessica grabbed the back of Claire's head, forcing lips to teeth. Claire mimicked the action however, and soon they were fighting for dominance. It was curious to Jessica that while she tasted her own blood in the kiss, Claire seemed to escape this fate.

She allowed Claire to roll on top of her under the pretext that this girl fascinated her, nothing more. Jessica began snaking her left arm up the smaller girl's pale, exposed thigh, delighting in the way the simple touch made Claire shiver. She slid her long fingers into Claire's uniform. The girl let out a small mewling sound that made Jessica laugh.

Claire found herself underneath Jessica once more, long fingernails circling her opening.

Water was gathering so heavily under her eyelids that she let her eyes slide closed. She brought her arms up to rest on Jessica's shoulders, and just as she was about to really, truly beg the older woman lowered her mouth down and latched onto her neck.

Claire tried to bring that mouth closer to her flesh by winding her hands in Jessica's hair, but that only caused her to pull away. When Claire cried out softly from the lost contact, Jessica smiled, covering that pretty mouth with her hand.

When the first digit penetrated Claire, Jessica was glad for the hand. They were technically on a crowded street, even if everyone was at work and there was no traffic. She wondered again where she was briefly before dismissing it as irrelevant for the moment and pushing her index finger through the wetness to find the small button waiting there.

Claire absolutely melted.

Jessica added another finger, replacing her lips around Claire's neck. Only this time, as she pushed she also bit. Claire screamed, biting down on her hand. Jessica smiled, biting the young girl until she bled. When she pulled away, there were no bite marks, only blood and saliva. Jessica frowned.

"You're one of us," she realized. Claire was too far-gone to notice as she thrashed about and bucked against Jessica's deeply embedded fingers. Now that she knew she couldn't actually hurt the girl, there was no reason to go slow.

She pulled her fingers out, making a soft, wet sound. Claire whimpered against Jessica's hand, still preventing her from alerting anyone of their presence in some conveniently-placed shrubbery.

Jessica took her hand from the girl's mouth and placed it on one of her hips, gripping it tightly enough to bruise. Well, under normal circumstances anyway. She brought her other hand back and introduced the entire fist to Claire's insides, no warning, no pretence.

Claire bit her lips bloody again and again. Jessica thought she'd never tire of seeing the Cheerleader heal. She made up a rhythm that was fast and harsh. Any other girl would be bleeding and crying by now. Claire only asked for more. And Jessica was happy to give it to her.

The taller blonde drew her hand out of Claire and brought it up to her lips to savor languidly, rapping her tongue around each digit as Claire watched, dumbstruck.

Jessica grinned, and then she was Niki. She walked away calmly, as if she hadn't just fucked a teenage girl in a bush in the middle of the street.

"Look me up next time you're in Odessa!" Claire called with a slight twang. So that's where I am. And, Niki concluded, she just might look Claire up the next time she woke up in Texas with no memory of the night before.

A/N: my first dabble into the world of heroes femslash... and I'm writing it while you all are watching it. Hmm...

Claire & Niki icons!

2007-02-16T05:15:25Z

[x]Heroes
[x]Stargate Atlantis
[x]Battlestar Galactica

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Fic: Flower (Niki/Claire, Heroes)

2006-09-27T02:21:00Z

Title: Flower
Fandom: Heroes
Author: Janine
Pairing: Niki/Claire
Rating: PG-13-ish, some kissing and foreplay
Words: 279
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em, just borrowing for a spell.

***
“It’s okay, you don’t have to be gentle,” Claire whispered as Niki’s hand ran up her naked torso.

“I know I don’t have to be,” Niki said softly before leaning down to brush her lips against Claire’s as gently and tenderly as before the cheerleader had spoken.

Claire moaned softly and leaned into Niki’s touch pressing herself against the older woman’s body as Niki’s lips moved from hers down to her neck, sucking on the soft skin she found there.

Niki touched her like she was still a girl, like she was delicate and soft instead of a weird freak that could walk through fire without being burned or fall 70 feet and walk away.

When Niki touched her she felt like herself again.

“I only feel real when you’re touching me,” Claire whispered, running her hands through Niki’s hair as the other woman kneeled in front of her kissing her stomach.

Niki closed her eyes, pressing her lips against Claire’s tummy, nuzzling the skin she found there as if she was trying to burrow into the girl so that they would never have to stop touching.

“Feel clean … with you,” Niki muttered against Claire’s skin between kisses, closing her eyes as Claire’s fingers tenderly ran through her hair.

When Claire looked at her it wasn’t with speculation in her eyes about how many shots it would take to get her clothes off, and when Claire told her she was beautiful she felt that way instead of dirty and cheap like when it came from someone on her website that had just paid forty bucks to watch her strip.

When Claire touched her, she felt safe and loved.

The End

Fic: On The Road

2006-09-27T02:19:31Z

Title: On The Road
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Niki/Claire
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters mentioned in the story. Just borrowing!

---
Claire hadn’t thought about it when she stepped in front of the bullet heading for the blonde woman she had passed as she came out of the grocery store. She’d heard the crack of the gun and responded instantly stepping in front of the woman at her side as the car drove past, almost out of sight by the time she registered the bullets hitting her chest and tearing through her skin, the force sending her back into the body she had been protecting.

A few seconds later her head cleared and she registered the people standing around her gaping at the large red blot on her stomach just above her navel, or maybe they were looking at the one by her shoulder, or the one on her side or maybe even the bloody hole in her hand where she had lifted it automatically to protect her face. Whichever it was it didn’t particularly matter.

Her first instinct was to pretend she hadn’t been hit but she surveyed the damage to her body she knew that that was no longer an option and just stood there staring back at the strange – and a few familiar – faces watching her. They were thinking she should be dead, or at least on the ground wounded, they couldn’t understand how she was just standing there without the slightest indication of pain … just staring back at them, and she couldn’t blame them.

There was no way her parents wouldn’t hear about this.

So, when the strange blonde woman grabbed her arm and hissed “come on” at her she allowed herself to be dragged along for a few steps before snapping out of it and breaking into a jog following the blonde around the corner of the store and to into the passenger side of a beat up black Gremlin.

The woman asked if she needed to go to a hospital, but the way she said it indicated to Claire that she already knew the answer. It was more like she was asking because it was the polite thing to do than because she was actually curiously. Claire simply held up her newly healed hand and said she was sure, before pulling down her sweater over her shoulder and reaching into the bullet wound to remove the bullet still inside. It couldn’t really hurt her, but it was uncomfortable and the wound wouldn’t heal over until she did.

The woman stared at her for a second, or as much as she could stare while driving, her eyes flashing to the road for a second and then to Claire for a second, the pattern keeping up for over a minute until Claire finally said “I’m different”. The woman laughed at that and said “I’m Niki, and I’m different too,” before focusing solely on the road.

---

“I’m sorry, I’m so rude,” Niki said her voice somewhat muffled as she dug through a large black duffel bag. They’d arrived at a motel on the outskirts of town about five minutes before. “I haven’t even thanked you yet,” she continued finally standing up straight two shirts clutched in her hand as she turned to face Claire. “You saved my life.”

“I seem to do that now,” Claire muttered remembering being surrounded by fire as she dragged a grown man out of a flaming train wreck. “But you’re welcome, I’m glad I could help.”

“Um … here,” Niki said somewhat awkwardly a moment later as she held out one of the shirts in her hand to Claire. “It’s a bit tight on me, which means it’ll probably be a bit big on you, but it should feel a bit nicer than … that,” she continued her eyes drifting down to Claire’s ripped and bloodied sweater.

“Thanks,” Claire said reaching out for the shirt suddenly realizing how badly she wanted to get out of her clothes and be rid of the evidence of what had transpired half an hour before.

“There’s a shower,” Niki replied pointing to the back of the room. “There’s a clean towel, shampoo and complimentary soap. If you want,” she went on a moment later as Claire looked down at herself thinking that a shower seemed like the single greatest thing on the face of the planet at the moment.

“Are you sure?” Claire asked, her mother’s etiquette lessons making her seek confirmation that she wasn’t imposing before accepting the offer.

“Yeah,” Niki said smiling, laughing softly. “Yeah, I’m sure.”

---

Niki was standing at the window gazing through a small crack in the curtains when Claire emerged from the washroom scrubbed clean and in half a new outfit.

“It’s a good fit,” Niki commented when she turned around her eyes finding Claire immediately. The shirt wasn’t as big on the younger woman as she had feared. “Make yourself at home,” she went on moving towards Claire, “I’ll be out in a couple minutes,” she finished before disappearing into the washroom.

---

Claire was watching Wonder Woman fight some raven-haired woman in top hat on the slightly grainy television set wondering if it would be polite to inquire about the open suitcase of children’s clothes off to the side when Niki emerged from the washroom wrapped in a towel.

Watching as the blonde walked across the room to the bed closet to the door, her towel riding up to expose an even greater expanse of tanned thigh when she bent to retrieve the clothes she had laid on the bed before moving shower, Claire thought about how her apparent indestructibility wasn’t the only thing that made her different.

Sighing softly she resolutely turned her gaze back to the television set repeating to herself that she absolutely would not look. And she tried not to, she really did, but her eyes kept drifting over to the side as Niki changed.

She’d never seen a body like that in real-life before.

Niki made a conscious effort to keep her back turned to the girl so that they wouldn’t accidentally make eye contact. She knew that Claire was watching her – she’d gotten very good at sensing that over the years – but she didn’t mind and didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. There was something kind of sweet about the girl’s hesitant, furtive gazes as opposed to the predatory and expectant ones she usually got.

She had just finished hooking her bra when she caught her reflection in the mirror, which was once again acting as it shouldn’t. She knew that she wasn’t smiling let alone smirking, but her reflection was, and while she knew she was standing perfectly still, her reflection tilted it’s head to the side – towards Claire – and licked it’s lips.

Niki blinked her features tight as she gazed into the mirror her eyes meeting Claire’s as she looked away from herself, the girl immediately looking away and dropping her eyes down to her lap when she realized Niki had caught her looking.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, I was just … I was only …” Claire started to ramble, her head still facing down unable to look at the other woman. ‘I was just perving on you’ she thought to herself, knowing that there was no reasonable excuse that could cover her actions.

“It’s okay,” Niki said pushing her mirror images actions out of her mind. “Claire,” she said moving over to the other bed sitting on the edge of it, almost but not quite touching the girl. “Claire,” she repeated gently, “really its okay.”

“I shouldn’t have …” Claire began struggling not look again. Niki hadn’t put her shirt on before moving over to the bed. She usually had better control than this. Then again most of the girls in her gym class or the squad didn’t look like Niki.

“There’s nothing wrong with looking,” Niki interjected before Claire could continue chastising herself, smiling slightly and feeling a little lightheaded as she spoke. “Or touching,” she continued leaning towards Claire slightly. “Curiosity is only human,” she went on hearing the words come out of her mouth without any memory of consciously thinking them.

Claire looked over at her, her eyes wide as she stared at the blonde woman sitting next to her, her eyes focusing on Niki’s lips which a teasing, and perhaps even provocative curve to them, her eyes drifting down to Niki’s hand a moment later as the older woman moved the appendage to her bare stomach stroking the skin softly before slowly beginning to trail it up her side.

Claire flinched, her eyes closing and her breath hitching as Rhianna’s “S.O.S.” started to blare in the background.

“My cell,” she mumbled sliding off the bed and moving over to her purse, watching out of the corner of her eye as Niki shook her head looking slightly dazed before standing up as well moving over to the other bed to grab her shirt. Unsure whether she was relieved or disappointed by the other woman’s actions Claire flipped open her cell phone and looked at the caller ID.

It was her mother.

Claire shut the cell phone and stared at the closed lid for a moment before turning to face Niki who was finally fully dressed.

“My mother,” she said softly as Niki looked up and over at her from her seated position on the bed where she was pulling on a pair of shoes.

“I can take you home,” Niki said running a hand through her still damp hair as she looked at Claire not close to convinced that it was what the girl actually wanted.

“I don’t think I can go home,” Claire said finally stumbling back over to the free bed and collapsing down onto it. “I mean I ‘can’, I’m like physically capable of it. But … they know. I saw people that I knew looking at me back there. Everyone talks to everyone in this town. They’ll know by now and my family … is very conservative,” she said her father’s face flashing in her mind.

Niki nodded but remained silent. Claire didn’t need to explain her impulse to run away from home. It was a feeling she was very familiar with.

“You could come with us,” Niki said finally looking over at the girl. The girl had saved her life and she seemed sweet enough that Niki worried about her taking off on her own. Besides another set of hands that could work when they stopped places would make things easier.

“Us?” Claire asked the other suitcase in the room momentarily forgotten.

“My son, Micah, and I,” Niki replied nodding over to the suitcase Claire had been wondering about earlier. She was lucky she had managed to find him at the bus station before he took off for New York. “He’s in school,” she continued off Claire’s questioning look. “I was hoping not to have to move again so quickly,” she finished sighing and looking away.

“They were shooting at you weren’t they?” Claire asked a moment later. She hadn’t really considered the oddity of a drive by shooting in Odessa before, but hearing Niki talk about moving like it was a regular occurrence she realized it wasn’t just some bizarre, random event.

“I owe some bad people money,” Niki said softly glancing over at Claire. “On second thought I should probably take you home. Whatever camp or whatever you’re parents send you to will be far better than …”

“I could help you,” Claire interjected quickly. “I can’t be hurt. I’ve been shot, burned, jumped off of buildings, stuck my hand in garbage disposals, stabbed myself, dropped a toaster into the bathtub … and nothing hurts me. It could be … I mean if they come around again I could, you know stand in front of you … or Micah.”

“I can’t use a teenager as a human shield,” Niki replied even though a part of her was tempted by the idea.

“Seventeen almost eighteen, which makes me old enough to decide. And yes you can,” Claire replied firmly. “We can help each other.”

Niki was quite for a moment, her eyes drifting around the room for a moment in thought before they caught her reflection in the mirror once more. Her mirror image’s expression was serious this time instead of lecherous as it glanced over at Claire and nodded slowly its eyes never leaving the girl to her side.

“This isn’t going to be some romantic road-trip,” Niki said finally not sure why she was trusting her mirror image, but also not wanting to upset it – which was just too weird for her contemplate at the moment.

“I know,” Claire responded smiling. “I can handle it. They build us tough in Texas. Plus, I can turn anything that’s even remotely grill shaped into a barbeque which could come in handy.”

Niki smirked at that. If that was true Claire would certainly get along well with Micah.

“Okay,” Niki said sighing give her consent dubious as it might be. “I have to go pick up Micah now, and after that we’ll stay here until dark and then swing by your house so that you can pick up some clothes or whatever,” she continued standing up turning to face Claire unable to help the smile that spread across her face when Claire beamed at her. She still wasn’t convinced that taking the girl with her was the best idea, but it had been a long time since she had someone watching her back and the idea was extremely appealing.

Besides, she did love barbeque.

The End

claire_niki @ 2006-09-20T18:36:00

2006-09-20T23:38:18Z

I thought that this would be an interesting place to post this question, especially as it is a shipping community for Claire/Niki.

So, obviously, everybody in the Heroverse is somehow connected, correct? Even Hiro manages to make his way to NYC to get in the game.

Claire asks her mother to tell her who her adoptive parents are. Niki's mother has a 'country' Southern accent (do not call it "hick" or "redneck" because I will kill you, okay? We call really Southern accents 'country.'). It's not impossible that she's actually from Texas.

So, ya think that maybe Niki and Claire are actually sisters? The real problem here is that Claire is obviously younger than Niki, so maybe I'm off there? How old is Niki? I guess if she's thirty-two (or older), having a daughter at sixteen isn't out of the question. Hmm. I hadn't even thought of that before I started this post. I was all about the sisters, yo.

Just askin'. :-)

Welcome and first order of business:

2006-09-06T23:32:59Z

This is a community for Femslashers that ship NBC's Heroes' Niki/Claire (I recommend a platonic friendship UNTIL Claire is at least OFFICIALLY 18 years of age). This community for anything that involves Niki, Claire, and/or Niki/Claire from NBC Heroes ONLY!!

FYI: We need icons of the two together......so, please help by making some for us........if, you're icon is enjoyed it will be used as a userpic in the future!!