"Family Keeps No Secrets"

By: Eruthiawen V. Lairelandon

AKA: Shakespeare's Lemonade

Rated: K+ for future violence

Genre: Romance/Family

Summary: Caitlin opens the box and Peter decides to look for his family, and his family (Nathan & Claire) decides to find him with a little unwanted help from Molly and her dads. PeterCaitlin.

A/N: This was originally intended to be a one shot, but, as always, my brain had other ideas. However, if no one reviews I may get very depressed. You have been warned :) Review please; CC is good, but no flames. If you flame I will be forced to block you.

It was seven thirty A.M. in Cork, Ireland. Peter and Caitlin had been up all night. Sometimes talking, sometimes silent. This was one of the silent times. Peter was staring off into space, seemingly in his own world. Caitlin looked over at the box sitting innocently in front of Peter. Her curiosity escalating, she reached over to the infamous container. "Family keeps no secrets," he had said. Did that mean Peter should not keep secrets from himself? Just as she was about to lift the lid Peter's hand shot out and grabbed hers. Caitlin thought Peter had been daydreaming, but apparently, he was as alert as ever.

"I'll look for you," she said

"No!" Peter said, looking into her eyes, "I cannot ask you to do what I'm afraid to."

"You're not asking me," Caitlin held his gaze. I love you, Peter.

"What did you say?" Peter looked shocked.

"I said 'you're not asking me'."

"No, after that."

"Nothing, that's all I said," she looked at him curiously, "you keep hearing things that people don't actually say."

"No, I heard that guy last night and I heard you. You said, 'I love you, Peter'."

"What other powers do you have?"

"Wha--?" all of the sudden Peter started hearing what sounded like a million voices all at once, and then they stopped.

"I didn't say that out loud," Caitlin said, "you read my mind." Peter turned away from her and closed his eyes; concentrating. Yes, I do love you, Peter, he heard, Do you love me? This is crazy; I'm in love with someone who doesn't even know himself. It's O.K Caitlin; breathe. Peter stopped listening to her thoughts and pushed the box across the table. Caitlin glanced from the box to Peter and back again.

"It's all right," he said, "Family keeps no secrets."

H H H H H H H H

Slowly, deliberately, Caitlin opened the box that held Peter's past. Peter sat across the table, unnaturally calm. Maybe that was another one of his powers. She sifted through money, various and sundry punch cards, and wallet size photos. The later of which she immediately handed to Peter. He took in each one. The first was a family portrait. He knew because he was in it. He had more hair then, but it was defiantly he. There were two older people who were probably his parents and a man and woman who must have been his brother and sister-in-law or vice/versa. The other pictures were of the same people. There was also one of an African-American woman, but it was the last of the pictures that sparked Peter's curiosity, a young blonde girl. He looked on the back. There was a name; Claire. He showed Caitlin the picture.

"I don't know who she is," he said sadly. Caitlin held his hand

"Let's start by finding out who you are." She handed him a driver's license and a nursing license.

"Peter Petrelli," he read out loud, "from New York, 27 year old, hospice nurse." He looked up at Caitlin, "Maybe I wasn't so bad after all."

"I told you," she said and handed him a cell phone, "this may have some useful information." Peter flipped it open to see another image of the blonde girl as his wallpaper. Who was she? He pressed the contacts button and looked down the list, "Nathan, Mom, Claire," he stopped on that name and hit send.

So, I kind of leave you hanging. You want to hear the rest? Review :) I didn't know how old Peter was so I made up a number.