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Summary of Fic: After contracting a deadly disease that immobilizes abilities, Peter finds himself begging for help from his only hope, his brother Gabriel. What happens when Peter's friends and family gets in the way of saving the girl he loves most? What will he do to save her?
A/N: This is my new Paire fic, Adoration Foundation. I'm hoping to clear out all my old fics in the next few days so I can update and post up newer fics. I hope you enjoy this chapter and please leave me a review and tell me what you think. Nice reviews always influence me to write more :D

Heroes: Adoration Foundation

Introduction:

He was falling apart, ever so slowly. Tearing into minute pieces, like shredded paper. He didn't feel human anymore, the pain was unbearable, agonizing and uncalled for. Why did he have to go through this much pain? What had he done to deserve this? He thought she was his friend, her hero. He thought they were inseparable, the best of friends. Ever since that first day they had met, a bond had struck between them like lightening, sparking a newly formed relationship, a bond like no others. They were both special in their own ways, indestructible physically, not emotionally they were both fairly unstable. It was as though they were made for each other, as though it was destiny that they'd met in Odessa and he had saved her life. He would always be her hero, and she would always be his best friend. He found her…and she found her life. So why was she about to leave him? Surely he had more hope in her…but somehow, he didn't…

Chapter 1:

Standing by the steamy window, as the rain poured down heavily, minute raindrops trickled down the misty glass as Peter Petrelli flicked slowly through an address book. His frown-ridden forehead was covered completely in sweat and he had faint, blue bruise-like patches under both of his eyes, which were obvious signs of sleep neglect. He looked so gloomy and troubled as he flicked through page after page, occasionally looking out of the window and sighing every now and again. He looked like a broken man.

"W-who are y-you trying to f-find?" A weak voice trembled quietly across the room from Peter. It was a young female voice, who seemed timid and very much in pain. Hearing the quiet, little voice, Peter looked up in an instant and rushed over to the young blonde who was laying, delicately curled up on the sofa, wrapped up in a warm looking, pink fluffy blanket. The girl's hair seemed to be matted with sweat and her face was pale and almost lifeless. She looked as though she was dying.

"It's good to see you awake Claire, it's been a week you know? I'm just searching for Nathan's number. They erm…changed it…" Peter tried to let his concerned face slip in a friendly smile to try and comfort Claire. He would rather not worry her right now, she was far too fragile. It wasn't worth the risk of causing as more pain than she was already in.

"Oh…okay, P-Pete."

***

Raising her unnaturally pale arm up towards the man who was kneeling down in front of her, she brushed his face lightly with her shaking hand. She smiled weakly as Peter tried to hide the discomfort from her icy cold touch. He gazed at her for just a moment, taking in exactly what had changed in her appearance. For one, her hair was in bad condition, being slightly scraggy looking, which obviously could not be helped but that was unusual for the blonde teenager. Being a cheerleader, she would always take great pride in her appearance and she always seemed to keep her hair in tip top condition. Secondly, the colour in her face had completely disappeared. She looked almost ghostly. And thirdly, her eyes had changed completely, they had lost their sparkle and everything in them that had given her personality. She looked like a completely different person.

"What's w-wrong?" Claire seemed shy as she spoke quietly, it seemed as though she was in pain every time she spoke. Peter took her small, delicate hand in his and leant forward, pushing back a few strands of hair from her ear and whispering,

"Nothing's wrong Claire Bear. I was just admiring how beautiful your eyes are. Well actually, how beautiful you are." Well really, 'were' was more the case. Peter had always considered Claire to be a beautiful individual. But it was never in the sense of actually loving her in a more than friendly sort of way. He could never 'love' her as in 'more than a friend', she was his best friend and always would be. She was almost like a little sister to him. A little sister who he would protect and take out for ice cream and sit and watch movies with. She was the perfect friend and the perfect little sister. She was his, in a way. Sighing as he gently let Claire's fragile hand go, he returned to his place by the window and began to flick through the address book again. Finally, he found the number he was looking for. Gabriel Gray. Peter shook his head unwillingly for a moment. Why on earth was he phoning Gabriel? Of all people! But Gabriel was his only hope, out of all the people he knew, aside from Claire, he was most likely the most compassionate, surely he would do him a favour. He was his long lost brother after all. He and Claire were the only ones not to turn their back on Peter after he'd supposedly chosen the wrong path to go down.

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About a year ago, his family had threatened Peter to make a decision there and then. Stay with Claire, or save the world, and obviously Peter had chosen to stay with Claire. The two of them, Peter and Claire, had chosen to keep their friendship rather secretive, so that it wouldn't be taken the wrong way. And therefore, when Peter had chosen Claire over his family, the Petrelli's were furious that he supposedly chose a stranger, over the ones he'd loved most. But they'd been wrong. Claire was no stranger to him, and therefore, he couldn't leave her. Gabriel knew about all of this, he was the only one to take Peter and Claire's side. He knew about their great friendship, and wished that he could have a bond like that with someone. He had always been classed as the 'ex serial killer', the murderer, but deep down, he was just a regular guy. He'd forgotten all about his past and tried to become a better man. He was aspiring to become a more kind and caring individual. After being involved with the Petrelli family for almost a year now, he was beginning to become a true Petrelli, a hero. But although he was one of the nicest of men you could ever meet, Peter couldn't help but feel slightly awkward around him. He had caused Claire a lot of pain and torment after slicing off the top of her head and toying around with her brain, but according to Claire, that was in the past and Gabriel was a changed man.

So, after the whole 'family betrayal', the Petrelli's had all changed their numbers in order to lose complete contact with Peter, Gabriel and Claire for that matter. Even Hiro Nakamura and Matt Parkman had lost hope in Peter. They just couldn't understand why Peter had chosen the girl over them, and why he hadn't chosen the heroic path that his friends and family had. Just days after the dispute, Nathan had called Peter for the last time stating that 'There is a hero Pete, and that hero is not you'. But he was wrong. Peter knew he was a hero, to one person at least.

"Is Gabe coming over?" Claire asked timidly as she tried looking over to where Peter was, but she was obviously too weak to even move into a sitting position.

"Possibly…" Peter whispered back as he grabbed the phone and dialled his brother's number.

A/N: Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please, if you could spare a few moments, write me a review and tell me what you think about this new fic. They are very much appreciated. :)