Title: My Lover's Box
Author: Cesia Illuser/ Warangel88
Pairing: Claire/Peter and Peter/Caitlin
Warrings: Non Cesty but takes places in S2.
Based of the song My Lover's Box by Garabage
Disclaimer: Don't own Heroes if I did Paire would never been related. Thanks Ellie for betaing
She keeps his memories in a box.
It's made out of wood with neat designs carved into the wooden surface, but he hardly knows what is inside of the box. He's never bothered to open it, and he knows silently that Caitlin fears the contents, or to be more in particular that he would leave her if he sees the contents.
Which is ridiculous if you ask him, because why would he leave Caitlin once he gains some type of sense about who he is? In the back of his mind he wonders if he's married or at least has a girlfriend back at home, wherever that may be.
But honestly, he can't continue to live without knowing who he is, and simply a name isn't enough. He has to know who he is, where he is from.
He slowly opens the box; the first content is a photograph of his family, a family of four. It must be a couple of years old, considering he looks a lot older now. His older brother and his parents look slightly expressionless.
He sets the photograph down slowly and places it on the wooden surface of the table, before taking another picture. It's another picture of him, but this time there is a girl in the picture, a girl with bright golden locks and emerald green eyes.
He is giving her a piggy back ride. He can see the faint touch of her clothing of a light green, spaghetti strap shirt, almost lime colour, and a knee length white skirt with a small, thin strap at the bottom, the same green of her shirt. They look happy together. He wonders a little who this woman is, what his connection with her is, and a part of him wants to remember this blonde haired angel.
A small silver chain rests on top of a folded up paper, and he picks it up delicately by the chain, noticing there's a silver angel charm with several diamonds in the angel's wings, and he wonders if it belongs to her.
He rests the second photograph on the table and picks up a folded up letter, and, to some extent, he hopes it is from her, but then immediately feels guilty as he remembers Caitlin is sitting right across from him. He unfolds the letter a little bit and glances at neat, girly handwriting.
He knows it's from her though, but tucks it away in his pocket. He would read it later, when Caitlin isn't staring at him with an unreadable expression on her face. He briefly wonders if she's read the contents of the letter.
"Do you know who she is?" Caitlin questions softly, speaking for the first time since he opened the wooden box, and it is clearly obvious that she thinks that this woman is his girlfriend.
Or the girlfriend he had when he had his memories.
"I think she is my…" Girlfriend sounds too juvenile but wife wasn't quite right either, considering there were no wedding bands, "soul mate."
"Then I guess you would want to go back to her then," Caitlin muses lightly, standing up blinking several times to keep the tears at bay.
"I'm sorry," he uttered. She nodded slightly, and she slipped the contents in the box before handing it to him.
"Go, Peter, be happy," she utters softly, "With her."
"Thank you," he mutters, as he closes his eyes, focusing on a certain blonde before teleporting himself to meet his blonde angel.
"Peter!" she exclaims happily, throwing herself into his arms, and he wraps his arms around her, being careful not to drop the box.
"You came back to me…"
He's home. In the arms of his angel.
The End