'Peter!'
Her voice, (like always the only one that was able to reach through the fogginess that was my brain and tug me back into the real world with all it's real horrors) came screaming into my ears the moment before I slipped away, falling into space and time with her tiny hands reaching out for me.
One more little finger forward and she would be next to me falling into darkness (the darkness that smiled too familiarly at me like I was a friend) and waking up in a time and place that was maybe the past or the haunting future that always seemed to be falling me like a laughing, smirking Sylar.
"Peter?"
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For a single moment I didn't know who the lovely creature before be was (brown locks shadowing her eyes, eyes that were too familiar, and the rest of her was like a ad for leather all black and shining) but then her voice (a voice that I heard in my dreams, dreams of grander) came out worn like a old pair of broken shoes but all the same it was her, Claire.
"Claire? Is that you? (It can't be it can't be.)"
It sent another shock to my system (that by this time was burned out) when with the whisk of her brown locks (all the blond stripped away, every little bit of innocence pulled out of her) her out stretched arms wrapped around me like I had been lost at sea a million years and had finally come home.
Her face (strangely the same but worn and had a glass shied over every single bit of it, nothing like my Claire) broke out in the tears and it seemed that she had be holding them in for years, leaving her eyes dry and herself ready to fight all the evil in the world and maybe even herself.
"Peter, oh god, Peter I missed you so much."
I wrapped my arms all the way around her and let her cry on my shoulder (just like I would do for my Claire, the one that was beginning to fade away and become the woman I held deep in my out stretched arms) and whisper words her Peter would say, it's ok, it's ok, your going to be ok.
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"You're staring again."
A haft smile was slowing growing on her lips, a smile but not the one that always used to be there ready and beaming with life with only a moment of sadness to it but now all it was was broken.
"Sorry, you just look so different, nothing like the little Claire I left in my own time."
Just looking her, her with that now even sadder smile aimed right at me and my heart, made millions of plans come to the surface of my mind, ways to avoid this little plot twist in the grim future that was staring me in the face.
"Peter, don't look at me like that, I am who I want to be and you couldn't change it before you left and you can't change it now."
"But-"
Before I could tell her (her is her but she's still not my Claire, my Claire-bear) all of my plans full of ricks and grander her lips (those puffy little things that I had dreamed of too many times over those long days apart, it was so very wrong) were on mine like they were meant to be, a piece of the puzzle that fit perfectly.
"Y-You kissed me."
"And it's not the first time, Peter."