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quirkysmuse) wrote2008-04-24 01:33 pm
quirkysmuse) wrote2008-04-24 01:33 pm
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Heroes, "Loneliness, My Old Friend" Claude/Peter, rated G
Fandom: Heroes
Title: Loneliness, My Old Friend
Characters: Claude, Peter
Rating: G
Word Count: 356
Notes/Spoilers: Season One Spoilers, written for the "Forever" challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Nothing lasts forever, Fate would say.
Loneliness, My Old Friend
The loneliness had always been chilling, and he could feel it in his bones like a sub-zero day in a New York winter. Though, he knew better than anyone that his life had to be this way.
It took some getting used to, but he actually enjoyed not interacting with people. Yet, sometimes he felt he was going crazy.
Paranoia was his favorite common emotion. It beat loneliness any day. Sometimes it felt like forever before the feelings subside. He had good reason to feel this way.
They were after him, and if he dared to assume they thought he was dead, well, he might as well have offered himself to the chopping block already.
But when the loneliness set in, paranoia would fade into the back, and damn it all, he would miss it. So, he’d steal a bottle of something hard and fiery, and then loneliness would go away. His friends Jack and Jim and Johnny would assure him: “You don’t need people.”
Soon, things changed. He never thought anything in his life would ever change. He was quite content to live away from people forever.
“Hey! Hey, you there!” He was just a boy, and it was surprising and exasperating that he could even see Claude.
Bloody empaths, he thought. With just one look at him, Claude knew in those old, frigid bones he’d have to give up loneliness and solitude to help him. Fate was laughing at him, and he wanted to punch the upstart in the face.
And when Peter Petrelli begged for his help, Claude couldn’t say no.
He had to let go of loneliness for now, but he was content to keep the paranoia. Peter Petrelli and his myriad powers caused him to be afraid just a little more. His former employers would love to find a way to exploit him, which made his help both imperative and risky.
At least he wouldn’t be alone, and for Peter’s sake, Claude was okay with that.
Whenever the empath smiled at him hopefully, Claude knew that nothing that felt this good lasted forever. Loneliness would no doubt call on him again.
Title: Loneliness, My Old Friend
Characters: Claude, Peter
Rating: G
Word Count: 356
Notes/Spoilers: Season One Spoilers, written for the "Forever" challenge at
heroes_contestSummary: Nothing lasts forever, Fate would say.
Loneliness, My Old Friend
The loneliness had always been chilling, and he could feel it in his bones like a sub-zero day in a New York winter. Though, he knew better than anyone that his life had to be this way.
It took some getting used to, but he actually enjoyed not interacting with people. Yet, sometimes he felt he was going crazy.
Paranoia was his favorite common emotion. It beat loneliness any day. Sometimes it felt like forever before the feelings subside. He had good reason to feel this way.
They were after him, and if he dared to assume they thought he was dead, well, he might as well have offered himself to the chopping block already.
But when the loneliness set in, paranoia would fade into the back, and damn it all, he would miss it. So, he’d steal a bottle of something hard and fiery, and then loneliness would go away. His friends Jack and Jim and Johnny would assure him: “You don’t need people.”
Soon, things changed. He never thought anything in his life would ever change. He was quite content to live away from people forever.
“Hey! Hey, you there!” He was just a boy, and it was surprising and exasperating that he could even see Claude.
Bloody empaths, he thought. With just one look at him, Claude knew in those old, frigid bones he’d have to give up loneliness and solitude to help him. Fate was laughing at him, and he wanted to punch the upstart in the face.
And when Peter Petrelli begged for his help, Claude couldn’t say no.
He had to let go of loneliness for now, but he was content to keep the paranoia. Peter Petrelli and his myriad powers caused him to be afraid just a little more. His former employers would love to find a way to exploit him, which made his help both imperative and risky.
At least he wouldn’t be alone, and for Peter’s sake, Claude was okay with that.
Whenever the empath smiled at him hopefully, Claude knew that nothing that felt this good lasted forever. Loneliness would no doubt call on him again.