Okay, okay, I know this won't make a lot of sense. Try to persevere anyway!

Quick outline, from my confused mind to yours. Sylar's a Petrelli (they think), Claire can't feel pain anymore (she fears), and Peter's back from the future where he was the one who Claire tried to shoot, not future Peter. In the show it might've been him, but I'm just pretending that scene happened to past Peter- so yeah, sorry I don't feel like figuring out which one it really was. It's better this way! Trust me! And yeah, this is not following any particular plotline other than those things I pointed out. I am going to try to make my own plot though, so wish me luck on that!

And on to the story!

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She pressed the towel to his forehead, where a gruesome red slash cut across. Here was Peter, hurt with no chance of healing. At least not how he used to. But Claire knew he might never heal from the selfishness of his family, and no amount of her blood could help that.

"I'm so sorry." She murmured quietly, without really meaning to speak out loud.

He removed his gaze from the spot on the wall, fixing it to her face which had worry written all over it.

"No, I'm sorry. You really shouldn't be in this family. It's a curse." He told her quietly, knowing he wished she wasn't in his family for more than that one reason in particular.

She just continued cleaning his injuries. Peter noticed how softly she pressed as she tended to him. Even though she could never die she still seemed delicate, and was treating him like he was the same.

"Claire?"

"Yeah?"

"When I went to the future, you hated me. You killed me."

She dropped her hand, tilting her head at him.

"That's ridiculous. I would never hurt you."

"But I have this feeling, like you might've said something to me before you tried to kill me-the first time. "

The creases on her forehead deepened. "What did I say?"

Peter didn't know why he was telling her this, and was afraid of how she would react.

"You said… that you always loved me."

He wished he could still read minds so he could know what was going on behind her eyes, that were know looking at the floor.

"Of course I love you. You're family." She said it like it was the most obvious explanation in the world.

"I'm not sure that's what you really meant."

Why was he pushing this? What was he trying to prove?

Peter knew what he was trying to prove, that Claire loved him like he loved her.

Which was, how exactly?

He wasn't sure of that part, just that something about her made his heart pump faster. Made his mind conjure up all sort of images he was ashamed of.

"And what if it wasn't?"

She looked up at him again, and he could swear there was a vulnerable look in her eyes.

I don't know.

"I don't know." He answered.

He watched her head fall, her shoulders rolling in. She looked tired, defeated. Not unlike how he felt.

She finally spoke. "You should rest. "

She stood, holding out her hand to him, wary of the spark she knew she would feel when he took it. She kept her face placid as it coursed through her, a pleasurable shiver rising up her spine. She let him lean on her as they made their way over to his bed. She pulled the sheets back while he climbed in. She could just imagine the cocoon of his warmth it would soon become. She wanted to feel it. She wanted to feel it before she couldn't feel anything at all, which she didn't know how soon would happen.

She turned away when his voice sounded again, surprising her.

"Claire."

She turned back around, noticing how he had scooted over to the other side if the bed. She stared wide eyed as he patted the space beside him.

"Peter-"She said, looking around the apartment. What if someone came in and saw them?

"It's okay." He assured her, his voice quiet and smooth.

Her body betrayed her brain as she stepped towards him. His eyes were twinkling, and he was so gorgeous she suddenly felt like crying. She let out her breath as she settled next to him beneath the covers. She curled up into him; her head nestled in his chest. She held back a relieved sob that threatened to break out of her. Claire felt her hero's lips brush the top of her head and closed her eyes.

I love you Peter.