Claire Petrelli

Summary: Pretty much what the title says, Claire's life and how it would have changed Nathan and Peter's lives had Claire grown up Petrelli.

Chapter one

Claire Alice Petrelli

To start this out I will tell you a little about myself. My name is Claire Alice Petrelli, I'm fifteen years old and I live in Manhattan New York. I was born in Odessa Texas,on September twelfth 1990, It was planned that I would be given up for adoption but my sixteen year old father in his own words "Took one look at me, and I rapped him around my little finger." He wanted me.

My mother's family wanted nothing to do with me, my father made up his mind within a matter of minutes, he took me back to New York and raised me himself. It wasn't easy at first, my Grandfather would not have a son for a teenage father, so dad did something that grandfather never expected, he moved out. We got a small place in Queens and my Grandmother helped us a little, along with my then ten year old Uncle Peter.

My Grandfather didn't like it but he got use to having grandma and Peter with dad and me half the time. Grandma would watch me while dad went to school and then dad was able to take me to work with him since they had after hours child care. My first Christmas was finally the first day my dad was able to take a day off besides the weekends, Grandpa was out of town so grandma and Uncle Peter were free to spend not only Christmas eve but also Christmas day with dad and me, much to dad's relief, I think I was making him loose to much sleep. Not that I remember it, I was only three months old at the time, but from what my father told me it was a Christmas that he will always remember...

Flash back...12-24-1990

"Mom, could you had me Claire's bottle its on the counter over there," Nathan said picking up a crying Claire from her support pillow on the floor.

"Yes, I've got it," Angela said picking the bottle up and carrying it across the room and handed it to her son.

"Thanks," Nathan said as he sat down on the couch, cradling Claire in one arm and then tilted the bottle up to his daughter's lips, she stopped crying and latched onto the bottle as soon as it was placed in her mouth, "Yeah, I knew you were hungry."

Angela smiled, Nathan looked up as he settled Claire into his arm, "What?" Nathan asked seeing his mother smiling at him.

"I just can't get over how good you really are at this," Angela said with another smile.

"This isn't really what I planned on doing my sophomore year of high school," Nathan said as he put the bottle down and moved Claire to his shoulder, he turned back to his mother again, "Mom, I know that I wouldn't have gotten this far without you, thanks for your help these passed few months, you know watching Claire while I'm in school and at work. I have to admit the nights seem to be getting shorter and shorter."

"That part will get better," Angela said looking over at the fire place where Peter sat, "Peter, why don't you go get that present that we got for Claire."

"Okay," Peter said more then willing to get anything for his niece.

As the ten year old bounced out of the room Nathan turned back to Angela, "Ma, its not even Christmas morning yet, and besides, Claire is barely three months old, what could you have gotten her?"

"Peter and I made it for her, it is something that she will always use Nathan, every Christmas for years to come," Angela said just as Peter came back into the room carrying a small red bag.

"Here Nathan, even though its for Claire, you should open it," Peter said holding the bag towards his brother.

Nathan smiled and reached out with his free hand, "Thanks Pete."

Peter smiled his crooked smile and sat down on the floor next them. Nathan looked up and Angela nodded towards the bag. Nathan put the bag on his lap and with one hand pulled out a cute fuzzy pink stocking, Claire's name was hand stitched into the front of it and Nathan's out stocking holder lay under it at the bottom of the bag. Nathan looked up again, "Mom, this is great, I hadn't even thought about getting her a stocking, thanks."

"I picked out the stocking," Peter said quickly bouncing up and down, he seemed pleased with himself, "Do you think Claire will like it Nathan?"

Nathan smiled again and looked down at a sleeping Claire in his arms, he picked up the stocking and the old holder and held them out to his brother, "Pete, why don't you go put up Claire's stocking for me."

"Okay," Peter said hopping up and taking the two things from his brother's out stretched hand.

Peter gently placed the holder which was in the form of two dogs on top of the old fire place and hung the stocking on the hook below, "How's it look Nathan?"

Nathan nodded, "Like it belongs there Pete, Like it belongs there."

Author's note: I was going to keep going but I thought why keep going when you don't know if people like it. What I'm trying to do, is make it like Claire is telling the story but in some of the flashbacks she will just be remembering and not telling the story I hope that makes since:)