Yet another paire oneshot from me....as always, i own nothing. This is set in the future where Nathan is president and those with abilities are hunted. The song used is "all over me" by Lindsay Harper, or by AURAH on itunes from the movie loving Annabelle.
Claire stood on stage in the darkened club, one spotlight partially illuminating her face as she sang huskily down the microphone. Peter sat at the bar silently watching her, a solemn expression as always painted on his face. Across the room their eyes sought the others as she began the next song. Like all her others this one was filled with raw emotion and meaning. A secret message for her secret lover. Because even in a world as torn apart and fucked up as theirs what they were was still considered wrong.
In
the space between what's wrong and right,
You will find me
waiting for you.
They
had never truly been meant to find each other, they were uncle and
niece and what they had was wrong. Basely, fundamentally wrong. And
yet to them it was oh-so right. They may not have been meant to find
each other in the way that they did. But they had, and they had both
been consumed by the fire that had danced between them from the very
first moment. And now, in a world where nothing was truly right or
wrong, where the lines had long since been blurred; they were all
that held the other together.
All
your fortresses go down in the night.
To the dawn I'll see you
through.
On
the nights he came crawling back into whatever dingy hole-in-the-wall
place they had found to camp out in that night; torn up both
internally and externally she was the one who would put him back
together again. She would slowly break down the steel barriers around
his heart that every new mission caused to harden and when he finally
fell into an exhausted restless sleep just before dawn she would stay
up and watch over him, calming his fears while he tossed and
turned. 'Cause
I know, that you know,
you're all over me now.
And it's
clear, it will show,
your curtains will close...
She knew that they could never survive without each other; it had been that way since the beginning. She would never have survived Sylar if it wasn't for him, just as he would never have survived the subsequent fall from a building or glass shard to the head if it wasn't for her. And as he pushed her up against a wall and fused their lips together while her small hands clung to him and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist she knew that he knew that even while he was swearing this was the last time and telekinetically pulling the curtains closed he would be back again. He never could survive without her for too long after all.
But
if your heart is cold, my sheets are warm.
I will shelter you
through the storm.
I will shelter you all through the storm
The
moral conscience she had long since shed about their relationship
still plagued him from time to time and he would try to walk away.
But like tonight, he would always end up at the club, and later back
in her arms. The wind was howling down the streets outside, and she
was on stage singing to him. She knew he couldn't live without her.
Not while they both still existed in such a messed up place. Without
her, his heart would turn to stone and eventually crack, just as hers
would. If they gave each other up now, they would both end up dead or
on opposite sides of the fence. It was only each other and the warmth
of the other in the night that saved them both from destruction. At
least for a little while.
The
answers aren't so easy to find,
The questions will have to
do.
'Cause I've lost myself deep in your eyes,
My only fix
is you.
He
never did understand she thought as she watched him from her place on
the stage. He had that same slightly defeated look in his eyes as he
always did every time he came back to her. He would leave, seeking
answers on a way to fix the world, to make everything better for
everyone and never finding any. The only answers he could ever be
sure of were the ones he got from her. She had learned long ago that
sometimes the questions would have to do for the time being and the
answers would come in time if they were meant to be found, but he was
still a little bit of a dreamer and she envied him for that, she had
become jaded years ago. She let him go on dreaming of the perfect
world though, because it kept a little light in his eyes and it kept
him at her side. 'Cause
I know, that you know, Say what I
am, what we are,
You're all over me now.
And it's
clear, it will show,
Your curtains will close.
But if your
heart is cold, my sheets are warm.
I will shelter you through the
storm.
I will shelter you all through the storm.
It's a start towards the truth.
He never had been able to acknowledge just who and what they were he thought. He had never been comfortable in his own skin. Watching Claire from his place at the bar, singing in her casual husky voice so at ease in her surroundings - in who she was he decided that needed to change. It was time to face the truth, to face reality. They had always been peter and Claire, the hero and the cheerleader...
He had never been able to finish the introduction:
They were mutants, a new generation of human,
they were uncle and niece,
They were related.
They were screwed up,
they were unnatural even in a messed up world, and despite how unorthodox it may be;
They were in love.
He had always fled, whenever their lives came too close to catching up with them, they went their separate ways for weeks if anyone came too close to finding them out but tonight he was done running, Claire held him together, she helped him stay human when he was teetering on the edge and longing to give into his power and wipe the world clean of all the unworthy people in it- like Nathan whose fault it was the world had gotten to such a dark cruel stage.
He
knew he held her together as well, for all the bravado she displayed
now, with her darkened hair and the solemn expression on her face
that matched his; inside he knew there was still a part of her that
longed to be able to go back to the days of teddy's-on-her-bed and
cheerleading practice, to days before powers and darkness and danger.
it was for those deep buried dreams of hers that he kept looking for
the answers to a better world- so that on the nights when she
let
her
guard down and cried in his arms and he picked up the pieces and
soothed her nightmares he would be able to promise her a brighter
tomorrow.
Taking my breath with each delicate step
In my heart it's you.
As
Claire finished her song and delicately stepped off the stage his
breath caught slightly, and as her eyes once again sought his;
decision made he rose from his seat to meet her, a new determined and
happier light burning in his eyes. He may not be able to offer a
brighter future and he may not be able to offer security but he could
offer himself- His whole self and if she would accept him then
tomorrow would be slightly brighter anyway because she would be in
it. They would be in it together.
In
the space between what's wrong and right,
You will find me
waiting for you…
They met in the middle of the room in a passion filled kiss, filled with finality and love and home and just the slightest hint of hope. He didn't care anymore that anyone could see them, in this world there was no right and wrong anymore, just a rather large space in between- a shady, indistinct line that had long since been blurred. When they pulled away to be greeted by the sight of the others eyes they could both see traces of the dreams that had long been buried; he could see the pink and blonde and radiant smiles of her past and she could see the outline of that almost forgotten crooked grin, the caring and love for all and the innocence. There was hope, distant and faint, but it was there.
And when their fingers locked together and they smiled at each other, true back-before-the-world-became-dark smiles the hope shone that little bit brighter and they knew that eventually light would shine again and the darkness they were forever forced to hide in would recede, leaving them free to dream once again.
