Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes… that's all Tim Kring's doing (and his stress with that whole writer's strike deal). I however like to manipulate the characters and make them do my evil doings… especially Milo. Wow!!! I really hope this strike is over soon!!!
Peter looked down upon his older brother's lifeless body. He watched as they lowered it into the casket. Peter sighed, he remembered how his life had changed ever since he realised what an impact he could have on the world. He wondered how many would be coming to Nathan's funeral. He wasn't as loved as he should have been in those last few months.
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Peter walked among the mourners at the wake. He hated this false sympathy people felt the need to bestow on him. He looked around into all the empty faces. Many he didn't know and after this he probably wouldn't see again… ever. He watched as Heidi and his mother desperately tried to comfort Simon and Monty. The boys had lost their father and even after seeing him fall from graces with everyone, even their mother, they still loved him for who he was.
He wandered aimlessly in search of someone, someone who could help him. He wanted Caitlin and some words of advice, but mainly just her. He walked outside of his upper Manhattan family home; he needed some air, a breather from the flakiness that now surrounded him. He smiled slightly as more people went into the house to pay their fake respects. They didn't know him and they didn't wanna know him when he fell from their graces.
'Hypocrites… that's all they are… hypocrites"
Peter knew his brother wasn't the best person in the world but he wasn't the worst. In his eyes, Nathan was human. He may have just realised that but he was only human. He had a family he loved and a career many would die for. Sure he made his mistakes, he made plenty but he was his brother and he deserved somebody real to miss him not all these fake upper class 'know-it-alls' who truly knew nothing about the Petrelli's and their lives. He felt the sun his face. He heard footsteps coming toward him. He was still looking up when he heard her talk. The last person he expected to see here.
"Peter, I'm …" She stood there silently looking at the ground.
He realised that she didn't need to say anymore, because he knew she was sincere. It was the only way she could be. She knew his pain and she knew he would never get over this.
"Thank you… Claire" he paused before saying her name.
He hadn't seen her since he begged her to shoot him at Kirby Plaza almost a year ago. He looked at her, she didn't look angry, sad or anything. She simply looked content. She turned toward him.
"What?" she asked
"Nothing" Peter looked her in the eye "I didn't realise how much I missed you until just now"
She looked at him and smiled.
'That smile could power the whole world' he thought.
She stopped smiling and looked toward the door. She turned back toward the street and watched the cars go past.
He knew that Nathan was watching down over them, and he knew that Nathan knew that Peter would look after her, even if Nathan didn't. For the first time since it had happened, Peter felt a slight tinge of relief at the death of his older brother. Relief that his brother is no longer there, no longer worrying, no longer struggling to deal with the craziness that is their world.
'Nathan, I'm sorry to say this but I'm glad you're gone because now I know that you're safe. You may not have been indestructible but Claire and I are as close as anyone will ever get'