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quirkysmuseFandom: Heroes
Title: Petrelli Land
Rating: R/M
Chapters: 8/17
Characters/Pairings: Mainly Peter/Claire, implied Mohinder/Gabriel(Sylar), & others to be determined
Warnings/Spoilers: AU and Canon Paire, Season One Spoilers, turns AU from "How to Stop an Exploding Man", will not follow Season Two storyline.
Notes: This fic is inspired by the Marvel comic series, "House of M". The inspiration belongs to Marvel, and the Heroes characters belong to NBC and Tim Kring, but the story is entirely mine.
NEW NOTES: Sorry for the long hiatus. I feel TERRIBLE for not updating this fic. A hundred things happened to prevent me from updating on this, from my wedding, to lack of inspiration, to revisions, and just lack of time. I plan to be more regular with my updates, possibly once a week or bi-weekly. I also added some art for this story as well.
FFnet Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3735029/1/
Summary: After Peter encounters someone with a dangerous ability, his lack of control causes him to shift reality to the desire of others, where most are happy except one, who vows revenge. Paire.
Chapter Summary: Claire and Peter share the day together. Peter learns about Claire's biological parents.
[Previous Chapters]
Chapter Seven
Lazily, Peter rolled over in the bed, only to be met with a warm body next to him. Before he could react, his memory kicked in.
He had spent the night holding Claire in their bed – something they shared in this newly formed world made from Rena’s borrowed powers. Amazingly enough for Peter, everything with Claire was starting to feel right.
She stirred next to him as he sat up on his side of the bed. He looked out the large window with sunlight peaking through the blinds. He yawned quietly and stared at the sun beams casting shadows and light on his legs. He soaked in the moment and didn’t quite remember the last time he felt so content.
He felt her sit up in bed, and he turned around and the first thing he saw on her sleepy face was a wistful grin.
“Good morning,” he said, tapping her nose with his finger. She giggled.
“Mmm…” she moaned with a light yawn. “I slept great last night.” He caught a mischievous glint in her eye. “How about you?”
“Hrmm… really good,” he answered with a sigh. “Good enough to not leave this bed.” He settled back down into the bed and drew her into his arms. She snuggled contentedly against his chest and felt her nose rub against him. A curious pang of heat burst throughout his body.
He was getting addicted to the fact that holding Claire this close to him started to feel so good.
“Well, as much as I’d love to stay here with you, it pains me to tell you I have a big day prepared for us,” she said, breaking loose from his intense hug. He met her joyful eyes and contagious smile. They stared at each other for a brief, hazy moment.
“So…” Peter said with some exasperation. “Who am I meeting today?”
“No one. It’s just going to be me and you today.” Her face beamed like the sunlight coming into the room. “Well, I would have you meet my real father and mother, but they’re in England right now.” She grinned at him when he cocked and eyebrow at her. “They prefer to work with Nathan and the others at a very discreet level.”
“Oh?” His curiosity piqued.
Claire let out a small laugh. “Well, let’s just say bio-dad isn’t much of a people person. And Meredith isn’t that much different either.”
As she slid out of the bed and cast him a backward glance, Peter wondered about what she had in store for him.
--
Their serenity from the morning continued through breakfast as Claire told Peter told her stories about their first weeks as unrelated friends and adjusting to Nathan’s rise in popularity.
“After you came out of your last coma, you were so jealous of him, but you took everything so well, even if you didn’t always remember. You were so proud of him. I could tell,” Claire said, eating her last bite of omelet. Peter laughed.
“I’ve always had some… jealousy toward my brother,” he admitted. ‘In this world and my own,’ he thought. “But I love him, and I only want what’s best.” He met Claire’s eyes, and she was just as proud of him.
“So,” he said, breaking through the thick moment. He watched as she began to clear the table. “Where are we going to go to first?”
Claire turned around with their plates in her hand and smiled. “Well, I thought a nice walk around New York City would be fun. The fact that you don’t remember your role in the influential super-powered Petrelli family gave me the idea that maybe you need to see just what this world is like.”
“The world?” Peter asked. An anxious pulse stirred within his belly. Suddenly, he remembered how powerful his family was, and that he was just as revered. Getting lost in time with Claire had put those inadequate thoughts aside.
Claire’s smile grew wider; she must have noticed the anxiety in Peter’s expression. She laughed lightly and rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry so much, Peter.”
She turned around, and Peter felt his memory save the look on her face. His cheeks felt warm. When she smiled at him like that, he couldn’t help but remember the first time he met her, and the impact the cheerleader from Odessa was making on his life.
“Come on, Peter,” Claire said, putting the last of the dishes into the washer. She had the kitchen cleaned up fairly fast while he was lost in his daze. “Get dressed for warm weather.” They both turned to the window and noticed the perfect, summer day.
--
Claire took Peter down the streets of Manhattan, and Peter immediately recognized his old stomping grounds. He considered asking Claire to take him to the Deveaux building, but he held back. She was in a good mood; he felt it only appropriate to let her have this day with him without stirring up old memories.
Instead, Claire took him to a park, and they settled in the benches need a cool fountain. Claire brought out a bag of breadcrumbs and laughed as pigeons began to hop up close to her.
Peter looked around, and his heart beat quickened when he noticed a few more signs.
“Meta-Human protection agency?” Peter turned his head to the right. “Meta-Human Law Services and Government Funding?” He turned to Claire astonished and perplexed.
“I know, isn’t it weird? It’s so out in the open. And it’s so beneficial too.” She frowned slightly before a sigh. “I never thought growing up thinking I was a freak that I could have a lawyer to protect my rights in an instant.”
“Everyone is so serious about it.” Peter paused. “But it’s not the serious I would have given the world credit for.”
“A lot of people are still pessimistic of course, but people with super abilities do so much good… it’s hard for people to complain. The restructured Homeland Security keeps the peace and contains anyone abusing their powers almost instantly. If any people without abilities are harmed or endangered in anyway, the government cuts them a very big check.”
“Hush money,” he said quickly. Claire raised an eyebrow at him.
“Not at all. If anything, it’s a peace of mind. Fear still exists, Peter.” She smiled whimsically and fell into a comfortable daze. “We can only help those who don’t understand. The world is changing. It’s not just humans separated from animals anymore. Things are more… gray.”
Peter nodded. It made sense, and in one perspective, the way the world worked with special people out in the open was almost too tame. It was like things were too good to be true.
“But there are rebellions,” Peter countered.
“Yes,” Claire agreed, not elaborating on the subject. He figured she was leaving that for Nathan to explain. “You can’t please everyone, Peter. But look at how the world is working! Even foreign countries are finding peace that they’ve never had before.”
“It’s extraordinary,” Peter said, still with a frown. He turned to Claire and took her hand in his. “I want you to tell me more about it.”
Peter fell into her warm gaze, and he didn’t know if he could break away and ever concentrate again. Claire leaned in closer to his face. He froze slightly, and when she stopped, he felt her forehead press against his.
She whispered. “First things first. I want to tell you about my father.”
Peter’s eyes widened. He nodded once, hesitantly.
“You already know him,” Claire said slyly, as if this big secret was amusing to her. “It’s amazing actually. You really never know people, do you?”
“Claire…” he said, urging her on. The suspense was killing him.
She met his eyes seriously. “Peter, when the Company was after my mother, someone was hiding her, and it wasn’t Nathan Petrelli. It was someone from inside the Company who worked with my father, Noah Bennet.”
Peter leaned back on the park bench. He swallowed a sharp draught of breath.
“While Meredith was hiding, she was still with Nathan. However, when he wasn’t around, she was lonely and scared. She couldn’t always count on Nathan. His mother was trying anything to keep him away. Meredith did have one person who wanted to protect her, who knew she was dangerous but felt something for her anyway.” Claire paused. She was telling the story so placidly as if she’d told it a million times before. However, there was so much more emotion behind it that Peter couldn’t help but feel for Meredith, even though he didn’t really know her. “Peter, my father’s partner was hiding Meredith. They rigged the fire that was supposed to kill us, me as a baby and my mom.
“Months before they planned this, they grew closer and my mother, though she still cared about Nathan, had a moment of weakness. She was so lonely, and Claude couldn’t help but comfort her.”
Peter sprung for the bench. “Claude… Claude Reins is your bio father?” He was astounded. “That doesn’t make sense. How could he even… But Nathan?”
“Listen, Peter, I know it sounds ridiculous, but that’s why it’s like this one in one hundredth chance that Nathan wasn’t my father. Claude and Meredith were good friends, sure, but they didn’t have time to really get to know each other. Claude had to be careful while he was working for the Company. They were monitoring him too.” Claire sighed. “I guess that’s how the Company got wind of Meredith anyway. He was spending too much time with her; he slipped up and somehow and revealed his location. Not too long after, he defected from the Company.” She watched as Peter started to settle down, and he sat back down in the bench, his knees rubbing against hers. Claire put a comforting hand over his.
“This is so bizarre,” Peter said with awe. His face scrunched with a weird expression. “I can’t imagine Claude doing anything like that or getting close to anyone.”
Claire laughed loudly. Peter shot her a look, but she didn’t seem intimidated. “Well, I guess you’re right. He doesn’t like people very much. He’s still like that actually. But he loves my mom for some reason. I guess they’re kind of alike. My mom Meredith…” She chuckled a little. “She’s just as bad as you with the peace in the world. She still thinks people are out to get her. That’s why they both are hiding out in England. They have a little place in Wiltshire, quite close to Stonehenge. Meredith says it’s very peaceful there.”
Peter smiled lightly. “I guess…well, I’m glad that it worked out for them.”
“Yeah, Nathan and Claude have an unusual relationship.” She raised an eyebrow. “Claude seems to have a strange protective side toward you. He was always asking about your health when he’d call to ask about me. Nathan would get irritated with it honestly.”
Peter laughed this time. “Now, that, I have to see to believe.”
A long breath of silence fell between them, and Peter shifted on the chair leaning against it. Claire’s fingers wrapped so perfectly with his.
“Thank goodness for one out of 100 percentages,” Peter mused aloud. Claire made an affirming noise beside him. However, Peter knew it really wasn’t about luck in this case. This was all the shift of reality that he had done to grant people’s desires. It was Rena’s powers, not Fate.
And by that, he was starting to wonder the difference between the two: something as abstract as fate versus borrowed powers from a reality shifter. His head started to hurt even thinking about it.
“If it wasn’t for those odds,” Claire said dreamily, “I would have never been so happy.”
Peter’s heart sank. Despite his internal moral struggle by using these powers, it did not go unnoticed that he had done some good. At least for Claire, which made it harder for him to even consider finding a way to put the world back the way it was.
When she leaned against his shoulder, he let out a ragged sigh. More and more he didn’t want to do it. He didn’t want to break her heart. Yet there was some niggling feeling this all still wasn’t right. No matter how fucked up the world really was without interference, it was the right world to him. It did not have accents of artificiality like this one did.
No matter how wonderful it was.
--
Dusk was settling in as they roamed the city. Peter took in the impressions of the world, not much changed from before – only a little more tolerant and peaceful. It was almost unsettling, as if he couldn’t grasp the balance. He wanted to consult Rena about it, but when he reached back in his core, he couldn’t find her – he couldn’t even feel her anymore.
All he could feel was Claire’s touch against his skin and senses.
When Peter and Claire returned to their suite, the air between them seemed soft and resolved. Both knew after today what was meant to progress between them. Claire seemed more than ready, and Peter was only slightly nervous. He was starting to want this just as much as she did.
Things were finally falling into place for him, and with Claire’s enduring story and her unconditional love, he pushed away the guilt he felt for even considering changing this world back to the way it was.
And when her soft lips met his in the darkened hallway, his lingering thoughts faded entirely. His tongue melted with hers as if it was the most natural thing in this changed world, and he could feel nothing else.
Bodies slid together, and the short trip to the master bed was a blur among a sea of heated caresses. Bruised, fervent lips parted for a moment, and Claire looked up at Peter as he hovered over her in their bed.
“Peter,” she said in a wanton gasp, “does this mean you remember me?”
Peter leaned down, shifting his weight to not crush her. He looked into her anxious eyes and gave her a soft smile while trailing a finger down the line of her jaw.
“I won’t lie to you, Claire,” Peter said in a soothing whisper. “I may not remember everything, but I’m better. I feel better. And from this moment on, those memories are yours only, but I promise now that I’ll give you nothing but new memories that both of us will share.”
“Then… you mean – you no longer see me as your niece?” Claire said with a shudder. The sickening feeling within Peter’s stomach was gone, however.
“It doesn’t matter anymore, Claire, because right here and now, you’re just you.” He bent down and kissed her fervently, addicted to her taste. He broke away for another moment, and his hands moved steadily between her clothes. She gasped as his cool hands met warm skin, and he rewarded her with an auspicious smile.
Before they could soar any more, he said to her, “You’re my Claire, just mine.”
Soft, gripping hands entwined like fitted puzzle pieces, and as Peter filled and claimed Claire for the first time, the world didn’t seem so wrong to him anymore. Claire whispered his name in her breath as he made her fly, and the place and time he created for them never felt so real.
Peter Petrelli was falling in love with Claire Bennet, and he traded just a little bit of morality for an encompassing lull within this rose-colored world.
Chapter Eight
Title: Petrelli Land
Rating: R/M
Chapters: 8/17
Characters/Pairings: Mainly Peter/Claire, implied Mohinder/Gabriel(Sylar), & others to be determined
Warnings/Spoilers: AU and Canon Paire, Season One Spoilers, turns AU from "How to Stop an Exploding Man", will not follow Season Two storyline.
Notes: This fic is inspired by the Marvel comic series, "House of M". The inspiration belongs to Marvel, and the Heroes characters belong to NBC and Tim Kring, but the story is entirely mine.
NEW NOTES: Sorry for the long hiatus. I feel TERRIBLE for not updating this fic. A hundred things happened to prevent me from updating on this, from my wedding, to lack of inspiration, to revisions, and just lack of time. I plan to be more regular with my updates, possibly once a week or bi-weekly. I also added some art for this story as well.
FFnet Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3735029/1/
Summary: After Peter encounters someone with a dangerous ability, his lack of control causes him to shift reality to the desire of others, where most are happy except one, who vows revenge. Paire.
Chapter Summary: Claire and Peter share the day together. Peter learns about Claire's biological parents.
[Previous Chapters]
Chapter Seven
Lazily, Peter rolled over in the bed, only to be met with a warm body next to him. Before he could react, his memory kicked in.
He had spent the night holding Claire in their bed – something they shared in this newly formed world made from Rena’s borrowed powers. Amazingly enough for Peter, everything with Claire was starting to feel right.
She stirred next to him as he sat up on his side of the bed. He looked out the large window with sunlight peaking through the blinds. He yawned quietly and stared at the sun beams casting shadows and light on his legs. He soaked in the moment and didn’t quite remember the last time he felt so content.
He felt her sit up in bed, and he turned around and the first thing he saw on her sleepy face was a wistful grin.
“Good morning,” he said, tapping her nose with his finger. She giggled.
“Mmm…” she moaned with a light yawn. “I slept great last night.” He caught a mischievous glint in her eye. “How about you?”
“Hrmm… really good,” he answered with a sigh. “Good enough to not leave this bed.” He settled back down into the bed and drew her into his arms. She snuggled contentedly against his chest and felt her nose rub against him. A curious pang of heat burst throughout his body.
He was getting addicted to the fact that holding Claire this close to him started to feel so good.
“Well, as much as I’d love to stay here with you, it pains me to tell you I have a big day prepared for us,” she said, breaking loose from his intense hug. He met her joyful eyes and contagious smile. They stared at each other for a brief, hazy moment.
“So…” Peter said with some exasperation. “Who am I meeting today?”
“No one. It’s just going to be me and you today.” Her face beamed like the sunlight coming into the room. “Well, I would have you meet my real father and mother, but they’re in England right now.” She grinned at him when he cocked and eyebrow at her. “They prefer to work with Nathan and the others at a very discreet level.”
“Oh?” His curiosity piqued.
Claire let out a small laugh. “Well, let’s just say bio-dad isn’t much of a people person. And Meredith isn’t that much different either.”
As she slid out of the bed and cast him a backward glance, Peter wondered about what she had in store for him.
--
Their serenity from the morning continued through breakfast as Claire told Peter told her stories about their first weeks as unrelated friends and adjusting to Nathan’s rise in popularity.
“After you came out of your last coma, you were so jealous of him, but you took everything so well, even if you didn’t always remember. You were so proud of him. I could tell,” Claire said, eating her last bite of omelet. Peter laughed.
“I’ve always had some… jealousy toward my brother,” he admitted. ‘In this world and my own,’ he thought. “But I love him, and I only want what’s best.” He met Claire’s eyes, and she was just as proud of him.
“So,” he said, breaking through the thick moment. He watched as she began to clear the table. “Where are we going to go to first?”
Claire turned around with their plates in her hand and smiled. “Well, I thought a nice walk around New York City would be fun. The fact that you don’t remember your role in the influential super-powered Petrelli family gave me the idea that maybe you need to see just what this world is like.”
“The world?” Peter asked. An anxious pulse stirred within his belly. Suddenly, he remembered how powerful his family was, and that he was just as revered. Getting lost in time with Claire had put those inadequate thoughts aside.
Claire’s smile grew wider; she must have noticed the anxiety in Peter’s expression. She laughed lightly and rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry so much, Peter.”
She turned around, and Peter felt his memory save the look on her face. His cheeks felt warm. When she smiled at him like that, he couldn’t help but remember the first time he met her, and the impact the cheerleader from Odessa was making on his life.
“Come on, Peter,” Claire said, putting the last of the dishes into the washer. She had the kitchen cleaned up fairly fast while he was lost in his daze. “Get dressed for warm weather.” They both turned to the window and noticed the perfect, summer day.
--
Claire took Peter down the streets of Manhattan, and Peter immediately recognized his old stomping grounds. He considered asking Claire to take him to the Deveaux building, but he held back. She was in a good mood; he felt it only appropriate to let her have this day with him without stirring up old memories.
Instead, Claire took him to a park, and they settled in the benches need a cool fountain. Claire brought out a bag of breadcrumbs and laughed as pigeons began to hop up close to her.
Peter looked around, and his heart beat quickened when he noticed a few more signs.
“Meta-Human protection agency?” Peter turned his head to the right. “Meta-Human Law Services and Government Funding?” He turned to Claire astonished and perplexed.
“I know, isn’t it weird? It’s so out in the open. And it’s so beneficial too.” She frowned slightly before a sigh. “I never thought growing up thinking I was a freak that I could have a lawyer to protect my rights in an instant.”
“Everyone is so serious about it.” Peter paused. “But it’s not the serious I would have given the world credit for.”
“A lot of people are still pessimistic of course, but people with super abilities do so much good… it’s hard for people to complain. The restructured Homeland Security keeps the peace and contains anyone abusing their powers almost instantly. If any people without abilities are harmed or endangered in anyway, the government cuts them a very big check.”
“Hush money,” he said quickly. Claire raised an eyebrow at him.
“Not at all. If anything, it’s a peace of mind. Fear still exists, Peter.” She smiled whimsically and fell into a comfortable daze. “We can only help those who don’t understand. The world is changing. It’s not just humans separated from animals anymore. Things are more… gray.”
Peter nodded. It made sense, and in one perspective, the way the world worked with special people out in the open was almost too tame. It was like things were too good to be true.
“But there are rebellions,” Peter countered.
“Yes,” Claire agreed, not elaborating on the subject. He figured she was leaving that for Nathan to explain. “You can’t please everyone, Peter. But look at how the world is working! Even foreign countries are finding peace that they’ve never had before.”
“It’s extraordinary,” Peter said, still with a frown. He turned to Claire and took her hand in his. “I want you to tell me more about it.”
Peter fell into her warm gaze, and he didn’t know if he could break away and ever concentrate again. Claire leaned in closer to his face. He froze slightly, and when she stopped, he felt her forehead press against his.
She whispered. “First things first. I want to tell you about my father.”
Peter’s eyes widened. He nodded once, hesitantly.
“You already know him,” Claire said slyly, as if this big secret was amusing to her. “It’s amazing actually. You really never know people, do you?”
“Claire…” he said, urging her on. The suspense was killing him.
She met his eyes seriously. “Peter, when the Company was after my mother, someone was hiding her, and it wasn’t Nathan Petrelli. It was someone from inside the Company who worked with my father, Noah Bennet.”
Peter leaned back on the park bench. He swallowed a sharp draught of breath.
“While Meredith was hiding, she was still with Nathan. However, when he wasn’t around, she was lonely and scared. She couldn’t always count on Nathan. His mother was trying anything to keep him away. Meredith did have one person who wanted to protect her, who knew she was dangerous but felt something for her anyway.” Claire paused. She was telling the story so placidly as if she’d told it a million times before. However, there was so much more emotion behind it that Peter couldn’t help but feel for Meredith, even though he didn’t really know her. “Peter, my father’s partner was hiding Meredith. They rigged the fire that was supposed to kill us, me as a baby and my mom.
“Months before they planned this, they grew closer and my mother, though she still cared about Nathan, had a moment of weakness. She was so lonely, and Claude couldn’t help but comfort her.”
Peter sprung for the bench. “Claude… Claude Reins is your bio father?” He was astounded. “That doesn’t make sense. How could he even… But Nathan?”
“Listen, Peter, I know it sounds ridiculous, but that’s why it’s like this one in one hundredth chance that Nathan wasn’t my father. Claude and Meredith were good friends, sure, but they didn’t have time to really get to know each other. Claude had to be careful while he was working for the Company. They were monitoring him too.” Claire sighed. “I guess that’s how the Company got wind of Meredith anyway. He was spending too much time with her; he slipped up and somehow and revealed his location. Not too long after, he defected from the Company.” She watched as Peter started to settle down, and he sat back down in the bench, his knees rubbing against hers. Claire put a comforting hand over his.
“This is so bizarre,” Peter said with awe. His face scrunched with a weird expression. “I can’t imagine Claude doing anything like that or getting close to anyone.”
Claire laughed loudly. Peter shot her a look, but she didn’t seem intimidated. “Well, I guess you’re right. He doesn’t like people very much. He’s still like that actually. But he loves my mom for some reason. I guess they’re kind of alike. My mom Meredith…” She chuckled a little. “She’s just as bad as you with the peace in the world. She still thinks people are out to get her. That’s why they both are hiding out in England. They have a little place in Wiltshire, quite close to Stonehenge. Meredith says it’s very peaceful there.”
Peter smiled lightly. “I guess…well, I’m glad that it worked out for them.”
“Yeah, Nathan and Claude have an unusual relationship.” She raised an eyebrow. “Claude seems to have a strange protective side toward you. He was always asking about your health when he’d call to ask about me. Nathan would get irritated with it honestly.”
Peter laughed this time. “Now, that, I have to see to believe.”
A long breath of silence fell between them, and Peter shifted on the chair leaning against it. Claire’s fingers wrapped so perfectly with his.
“Thank goodness for one out of 100 percentages,” Peter mused aloud. Claire made an affirming noise beside him. However, Peter knew it really wasn’t about luck in this case. This was all the shift of reality that he had done to grant people’s desires. It was Rena’s powers, not Fate.
And by that, he was starting to wonder the difference between the two: something as abstract as fate versus borrowed powers from a reality shifter. His head started to hurt even thinking about it.
“If it wasn’t for those odds,” Claire said dreamily, “I would have never been so happy.”
Peter’s heart sank. Despite his internal moral struggle by using these powers, it did not go unnoticed that he had done some good. At least for Claire, which made it harder for him to even consider finding a way to put the world back the way it was.
When she leaned against his shoulder, he let out a ragged sigh. More and more he didn’t want to do it. He didn’t want to break her heart. Yet there was some niggling feeling this all still wasn’t right. No matter how fucked up the world really was without interference, it was the right world to him. It did not have accents of artificiality like this one did.
No matter how wonderful it was.
--
Dusk was settling in as they roamed the city. Peter took in the impressions of the world, not much changed from before – only a little more tolerant and peaceful. It was almost unsettling, as if he couldn’t grasp the balance. He wanted to consult Rena about it, but when he reached back in his core, he couldn’t find her – he couldn’t even feel her anymore.
All he could feel was Claire’s touch against his skin and senses.
When Peter and Claire returned to their suite, the air between them seemed soft and resolved. Both knew after today what was meant to progress between them. Claire seemed more than ready, and Peter was only slightly nervous. He was starting to want this just as much as she did.
Things were finally falling into place for him, and with Claire’s enduring story and her unconditional love, he pushed away the guilt he felt for even considering changing this world back to the way it was.
And when her soft lips met his in the darkened hallway, his lingering thoughts faded entirely. His tongue melted with hers as if it was the most natural thing in this changed world, and he could feel nothing else.
Bodies slid together, and the short trip to the master bed was a blur among a sea of heated caresses. Bruised, fervent lips parted for a moment, and Claire looked up at Peter as he hovered over her in their bed.
“Peter,” she said in a wanton gasp, “does this mean you remember me?”
Peter leaned down, shifting his weight to not crush her. He looked into her anxious eyes and gave her a soft smile while trailing a finger down the line of her jaw.
“I won’t lie to you, Claire,” Peter said in a soothing whisper. “I may not remember everything, but I’m better. I feel better. And from this moment on, those memories are yours only, but I promise now that I’ll give you nothing but new memories that both of us will share.”
“Then… you mean – you no longer see me as your niece?” Claire said with a shudder. The sickening feeling within Peter’s stomach was gone, however.
“It doesn’t matter anymore, Claire, because right here and now, you’re just you.” He bent down and kissed her fervently, addicted to her taste. He broke away for another moment, and his hands moved steadily between her clothes. She gasped as his cool hands met warm skin, and he rewarded her with an auspicious smile.
Before they could soar any more, he said to her, “You’re my Claire, just mine.”
Soft, gripping hands entwined like fitted puzzle pieces, and as Peter filled and claimed Claire for the first time, the world didn’t seem so wrong to him anymore. Claire whispered his name in her breath as he made her fly, and the place and time he created for them never felt so real.
Peter Petrelli was falling in love with Claire Bennet, and he traded just a little bit of morality for an encompassing lull within this rose-colored world.
Chapter Eight
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on 2008-08-13 07:07 pm (UTC)An excellent story and chapter, and I'll try my best to comment on it more =)
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on 2008-08-13 07:23 pm (UTC)Thanks again! *huggles*
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on 2008-08-28 05:02 pm (UTC)*runs off to read next chapter - one benefit of reading late*
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on 2008-08-28 05:10 pm (UTC)