She sees it. It's that familiar, messy hair she knows so well. It's on the man who will be the love of her life from the moment she meets him for the first time on her Homecoming night.
He's standing, flipping through something, as she pushes through the crowd to get to him. He must be going through flash cards as it seems he's in some scrubs. The nursing program? Was he already enrolled?
Claire had been given a chance to do something incredible. She met a child who had the ability of transference. She could swap abilities with anyone she wanted, however, there was a catch. There always is one though.
Upon realizing this, she found herself face to face with the Japanese man who sent her love on the quest to find her in the first place—'save the cheerleader, save the world' went the familiar phrase. Her hero was always such a romantic with everything he did and Claire couldn't help it, she wanted to match him up. So, as she rattled off words and things to the man before her—someone she could actually almost look eye to eye to—explaining the scenario and the whole scheme she had concocted in her mind.
She had a short amount of time to get this done. She wouldn't want the catch to happen while in the past to keep her stuck there so she couldn't let it fade before she got back.
So, after all the talking and a few miscommunications she was here.
Her cheeks should hurt with how big she was smiling but the pain wasn't there as it should be. Instead, her mind raced as her heart did, wondering what he would be like at this age. Focused on his studies maybe? Was he dealing with Arthur's disappointment? Hopefully he was still the dreamy boy—man—she had pictured him to be.
There were only a few people now.
She touches shoulders and slides between people as she makes it to him.
Her hands connect with him first, sliding up to shield the younger version of her love's eyes and then, in the next fluid motion she's on her toes and pressing the front of her body to the back of his. He's just as he is in the future, she notes as their bodies are flush to each other.
His body tenses up, however, and there is a light hearted laugh as he reaches up to try to pull one of her hands down and face her. Instead, she tightens her grip and is sure her lips are close to his ear as she feels the wind blow.
Claire's hair pushes out in front of her and around his head in thick blonde curls with the wind as she whispers, "One day," she's still grinning as she pauses. Her voice is soft and sweet like honey but she's sure she whispers loud enough so only he will hear her and the voice would be unrecognizable until the right time in their lives. She finishes the thought as her lips accidentally brush against his ear, "I'm gonna marry you."
She drops her heels some, turns her head to press her lips gently but firmly to his neck and lets her hands release him.
And she's off then. Her small stature allows her to slip through the crowd again so that her lithe form and blonde curls bounce, teasing the man with the bangs who had turned around in with a mix of wonder and curiosity sparking his brown eyes.
Then there it is—that crooked grin—as he bends down to retrieve the fallen notecards. This is a moment that will leave Peter Petrelli wondering and that's exactly how she wants it.
A/N So this was just a little thing I had pop into my mind while driving that corresponds with a verse I have on my Paire!Tumblr roleplay account. Feel free to comment or what have you! Thanks for reading!