Title: You, Him and Claire.
Pairings: Peter/Claire.
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing, all belongs to their rightful owners.
A/N: My first oneshot: don't kill me! Just wanted to try something light and fun. You can imagine yourself or anyone else in the POV.
At first, it was wonderful wasn't it? He treated you like the way you always imagined a man would. He was a handsome man, a great kisser and no one could deny that any experience with him was mind-blowing (wink wink).
Peter Petrelli was the man you wished would come at adolescence, to sweep you off your feet. Now, you don't care that he came a little late, only he did sweep you off your feet.
But everything went down hill when he invited you to have dinner with his family. You initially thought, this is great, he trusts me enough. But, boy, were you wrong.
With the rest of family, it was fine. But problems mounted when you saw his niece, the perfect little Claire Bennet-Petrelli. Her blonde hair that cascaded down to her shoulders. Compared to your dull black hair, hers was basically a majestic waterfall.
What made it worse was that she made the fuckin' dinner! Chicken, for God's sake! Peter always assured you that it was fine that you didn't cook, but you always knew he was lying. This only made it worse. To see him eat him that chicken, he might as well have kissed Claire right then and there.
But you shrugged it off; you just thought it was paranoia. And what girl wouldn't have paranoia when it came to Peter? He was the perfect man! When you get back home, you try to get Claire out of your mind, so you kiss him. One thing leads to the other.
It's the next day, and you're still angry. Peter goes off to work, to help Suresh at the lab. He kisses you goodbye. You lose your paranoia.
That is, until the next Wednesday. Claire comes over, what a surprise! This time, you see it. You see him smiling at her like an idiot, you see her hand 'accidentally' graze his thigh. You finally see it. He loves her. And she loves him.
The next few days are hell for you, especially when it comes to dinner and love-making. You try to be happy, you try to cook, for God's sake! But your chicken ends up burned and you hear him moan Claire's name.
He tells you he loves you, like it means something, and kisses you, but you know he's thinking of Claire. You want it to end. You want it to finally end, so that you can lose your paranoia. And it finally does.
Peter ends it in bed. What a gentleman, you think. He leaves the next day, no doubt to Claire's apartment. Two weeks later, you are in for a surprise. Peter and Claire aren't related! Mohinder says. Why is he calling you, you think. Maybe he doesn't keep up. A day later, you get a wedding invitation. To Peter and Claire's wedding.
You, amazingly, accept, because you never really loved him, because he's never really loved you. It's only ever been Claire.
A/N: How'd I do?