Unbreakable
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Heroes. Tim Kring is responsible for the creation of these wonderful characters.
Summary: (Set in Season Three) Caitlin was trapped in a hopeless future when Peter's powers pulled him back. He's never forgotten the Irish woman who wasn't scared by his secret. Now she's the only thing that might keep him in line—something that Arthur Petrelli will kill, torture, and maim for. And his target is none other than Caitlin. PeterxCaitlin.
Chapter One
New York City – One Year in the Future - 93% of the world's population is dead
One moment she could feel his hands curling through the metal chain-link to touch hers, then, just like magic, he was gone.
"Peter!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as guards pulled her away from the fence, dragging her off to what she knew would be her death.
"Please don't let them take me! Peter!"
He'd vanished. Had his powers gone haywire? Was she stuck here? Alone, just waiting to die?
"Peter!"
Cork, Ireland – Six Months Later – 94% of the world's population is dead
Caitlin touched her over large stomach, feeling a fluttering from her baby—Peter's baby. She waited day-after-day in her tiny flat near the pub. She couldn't stop waiting for his return. She wouldn't give up hope either.
Some way, somehow, Peter would find her.
In the meantime, people continued to die. But not her. She hadn't even had as much as a cold in months. Perhaps it was a by-product of being transported to this desolate future.
For whatever reason, Caitlin lived on. Waiting and watching for an uncommon man to return.
Pinehearst – Present Day
Sylar sauntered into the large office. "You wanted to see me?"
A man standing by the window turned to face him. Arthur Petrelli uncrossed his arms and took a seat at his desk. "Yes. It's about Peter. I've received some disturbing information about him. About a girlfriend he dropped in the future."
The young man dressed in black drew a chair to him with the flick of his hand. "And?"
"I want her found. Dead or alive—preferably, alive—I need her."
"Why her?"
"Because this Caitlin stole his heart. He feels guilty for what he did to her. I can use that."
"How am I supposed to find her?" Sylar questioned, his feet resting on Arthur's desk. He seemed quite at ease.
"Elle will help you. She met her before—in Ireland."
"But I can't time-travel…"
Arthur smirked. "That's why I had you come here. I found someone who does. Someone you can take it from…"
Cork, Ireland – Six Years in the Future – 98% of the world's population is dead
"Nessa, luv, come here."
Caitlin smiled as her five-year-old daughter came into the room. She was slender, much like her mother, but had the darker features of her father. She also had Peter's eyes.
How they were both still alive in this wasteland was beyond her. The few doctors said they appeared to be immune to the Shanti Virus. There was still no known cure, leaving them as two of the few people still alive in the world. In fact, Nessa was the only child born since the initial outbreak in the entire world. At least, the only child who lived past the first few days of life.
"Mummy, can you do my hair?"
"Of course."
Caitlin knelt down to braid her daughter's brunette hair. The long tresses almost reached her waist.
"Owww, mum!" she said a moment later. "That hurts!"
"Sorry, luv," she apologized, having tugged on a strand. She slowly stood up, eyeing a strange man who had just strode through the front doors of the pub. "Why don't you go get a brush, huh?"
"Okay!"
As Nessa bounced off to her room, Caitlin turned to face the intruder she'd spotted in a mirror. She had locked up Ricky's pistol when Nessa was born. She had no weapons. "Who the hell are you?"
He leaned against a wall, pretending to be studying his fingernails. "No one important."
"Those doors were locked."
He shrugged, his dark eyebrows thick, almost like little mustaches over his eyes. There was something sinister about him—a dark aura of evil that surrounded him like a thick fog. "Not anymore."
"Who are you?"
"Doesn't matter. What matters is you. I'm assuming you are Caitlin?"
She froze. "There are tons of girls 'round named Caitlin. At least there were… before the outbreak. Can you be more specific?"
"Red hair, thin frame…lives in a pub named Wandering Rocks…knew a dark-haired man called Peter who had unusual powers... Ring any bells?"
Caitlin tried to compose herself. "No. I don't know any Peters."
"That's odd, considering that little girl of yours—she looks just like him."
"Leave her out of this. You've got the wrong girl."
He shook his head, crossing the room in a few quick strides. "No, you're the one, Caitlin. You didn't even ask how those doors opened or why I'm alive. Or how I knew that you were from past—a past that Peter took you from. He left you here."
"There was an outbreak. I was here when it happened."
"No, no… you came after. Don't lie to me, Caitlin. I know when you're lying… plus, my associate has your daughter."
She sank onto a stool at the bar. "Look, I don't know what you want—"
"I need you. Just you. It's simple, really."
"No, it's not. Who are you? How do I know you're not lying to me?"
That caused the man to grin. "It's simple. If you want to live you will come with me. Or I will hurt your daughter."
"She's innocent!"
"Elle, bring her in!"
Caitlin stifled a cry as a blonde woman in a suit led her daughter in. Nessa seemed unaware of the potential danger and her mother's worry.
"Look, who sent you? That's all I want to know."
Sylar grinned at this fiery woman. He liked her spirit. It was almost a shame that he would have to kill her once Peter was controlled. Oh well. The bigger shame was she was pure human—not Special. Not at all.
"Someone who very much wants to meet you. My father," he said, slightly bored.
"What does this have to do with me? With Peter?"
"He wants to meet his granddaughter."
He watched the shock spread across her face. He loved that look of fear. He could almost taste it—much like he could taste the hum of power down the hall where the little girl was sequestered. At least he could take her powers later.
"What? Who are you?"
"I'm Peter's brother. Gabriel."
Elle approached from down the hall, her hand on the shoulder of the little girl. Peter's little midget was cooperating. Too bad he couldn't say the same about the redheaded bitch.
Caitlin shook her head. "If Peter wants to talk to me, send him. I'm not going anywhere—"
"You don't have a choice," he said, jerking his head toward the blonde woman, his partner in crime. She grinned, that same, twisted smile as him, and created a ball of blue sparks in her hand.
"You—bitch!" the Irish woman snarled, lunging at her. Six years had yet to temper her need for revenge on the woman who murdered her brother. "I'll kill you! What did you do to Peter?"
"Oh, nothing he didn't want," she responded coolly. "Now, why don't you settle down before someone gets hurt?"
Settle down? You want to see me settle down? I'll settle once I break your neck!
"Let go of me!" Caitlin protested, struggling in the man's grip. He was strong—she'd admit that. But not much more than that.
"Mum? Mummy, I'm scared…" Nessa cried, clearly wanting to be with her mother. She didn't move from where the blonde held her.
"Nessa, luv, it's okay… mummy's scared too…"
"How cute. Now, if you don't want anything bad to happen, you'll stop resisting me. Got it?" the man hissed. She didn't care what he claimed—he was nothing like Peter. There's no way he was Peter's brother.
"Hurt her and I will kill you both!" she spat.
"Then stop fighting! Elle, bring her over here. I'm sick of this."
The blonde picked up Nessa. "Mum!" the little girl yelled.
Caitlin twisted in his grasp, trying to reach her, terrified that something might happen—that she might lose her only family. "Don't—"
They disappeared.
Author's Notes:
This story won't be super-long. It's my first shot at a Heroes fan fic. Lemme know how it goes! Nessa is actually a Irish name which I thought would be something Caitlin might choose. I will be making a video or two to go with this—possibly trailers, possibly just tie-ins.
Enjoy!