Belongs to Tim Kring, NBC, and not me.
AN: Peter's POV. Thought in I Italics /I
He jerks awake, at the sound of light fists on his door. A quick glance at the clock, 'Is it really 3 in the morning?' and he gets out of bed, stumbling to the door.
Reaching it, he opens it 'God, I hope it's not Nathan' and sees the form of a young woman, walking away.
"Hey! Did you knock on my door?" As she turns, his breath gets caught in his throat and he wonders if he's dreaming, if he's seeing the vision in a whole different way.
'Claire.' Suddenly his breath comes out as she runs and hugs him, sobbing, mumbling into his shirt. '
What the!' Not exactly familiar with girls running at him, he tentatively wraps his arms around her, trying to whisper words of comfort.
Although, he's not quite sure what he is trying to comfort. Sheepishly, she steps away. He knows it's nothing, but a part of him is sad, and he's not quite sure that's right.
But hen all he can think, as he's looking down at the beautiful, young woman, that he is going to protect her, keep her safe, and saving the world has nothing to do with it.