A/N: Yeah - this is my new Paire fic. Not a big surprise. Not for me anyway. I just love Paire and I love writing for them. 'The Compass' is inspired of the new volume of Heroes, called 'Redemption'. I have to be honest (some of you may hate me for it, but I have to say it), the only good thing I saw up until now is the Paire hug. We can see that they still have that chemistry that made them our OTP. Still think that related them was the biggest mistake of the show, but sadly, it's the fact. I have to say one more thing - 'The Compass' starts when the new volume starts BUT there is nothing in common after that. The plot is absolutely different. And now, before you start reading this I think I owe you this too:
Let's skip the misunderstanding: English is not my first language, but I'm really trying here. So, if you think that it's hard for you to read - just don't read it! The reason I'm in this alone it's because I have updates every day. I love my readers and I want to pleased them in that way!
Story plot: You can't escape from your destiny even when that destiny means to love somebody forbidden.
Rating: It's definitely M for the later chapters. I have to say that I love to write Paire as M. "winks"
Warnings: Well, it's Paire so that means incest. I wish they were CANON, but eh.
Spoilers: Volume 5 - up to episode 4.
What else... um nothing. Enjoy reading and I wish you like the fic!
Chapter 1 - Prologue
Prologue
It was raining by this time of the year.
Peter just got back from work. He flopped onto his small bed along with his wet clothes and closed his eyes. He hated this time of the day. It was useless and it gave you so much time to think. He did not like that. When he started thinking – that always ended up bad. He sighed and sat on his bed. He leaned his elbows over his knees and stared at the darkness.
His apartment was empty. He did not need lot things. He was not here most of the time. Therefore, he had only his bed and the table with two chairs in the kitchen. His fridge contained only few bottles with mineral water and some old sandwich, left from who knows when. Not that Peter cared about such small things.
He got off the bed and pulled the small piece of paper out of his medical bag. He placed it close to the others on the wall. It was another life saved by him. It was another face, which he could forget easily. That was another day spent without any regret of his actions. He was glad.
The morning came with a surprising visitor.
Peter just had gotten out of the bathroom, when the bell rang. He frowned and went to open, still holding his toothbrush in his hands. When he saw the man, standing on his doorframe, Peter frowned even more. The past had caught him again.
'Hello, Peter.' Noah gave him a thin smile. 'Long time no see.'
'Yeah.' Peter tilted his head and stepped aside so Noah could get inside of his apartment. 'What leads you here?'
'Cut to the point, huh?' Noah waited until Peter stood before him. 'Okay, I need your help for something.'
'No!' Peter turned his back to Noah and took his watch from his bed. 'I don't want to hear it and surely – don't want to get involved!'
'You haven't heard what I'm asking of you!'
'No need!' Peter chuckled. 'I'm out of this and you know it well, Noah!'
'Um, that's impressive!' Noah exclaimed and Peter looked at him. His old friend watched at the wall where Peter had put the articles of his rescuing missions. 'It's all you?'
'Sure.' Peter answered with hint of suspicion in his voice. He knew that Noah is up to something. Peter knew him well.
'You used your powers?'
'Anything I need to save life!' Peter shrugged, but Noah looked at the wall.
'I thought that you could change…'
'I did.' Peter murmured. 'In case you haven't noticed!'
'Oh I've noticed!' Noah turned around and looked at Peter. His eyes were strange. 'Your mother called me. She said that she had not heard from you in weeks. You're ignoring your brother's calls too.'
'You said that you wanted to talk with me?' Peter frowned. He knew that Noah would not stop here and he knew the next name of his list now. Peter got it right.
'What about Claire?'
'What about her?' Peter lowered his look.
'You don't want to talk with your family and I could understand this after all they put you through. But Claire? I thought that you care about her!'
'I do care about her!' Peter frowned. 'That is why I am dong it!'
'You're staying away, because you care about her?'
'You have good ears, Noah!' Peter crooked his face.
'If you care about her Peter then you should at least see her.'
'You came for me to ask something!' Peter narrowed his eyes. 'Ask the damn thing!'
'I was about to ask you for help for one of my cases.' Noah nodded at the table board with the papers on it. 'But I can see that you are too busy.'
'Well, you are already here so spill!' Peter frowned.
'It's about Danko.' Noah made a short pause. 'He has been killed and the killer has an ability. He is incredibly fast and has things for knives.'
'Fast huh?' Peter rolled his eyes, but then looked up at Noah. 'How fast?'
Noah smiled. He knew that Peter would follow him now.
He had sworn not to do that anymore. He had sworn to live his life differently now. Noah made him realize that he could not leave his past behind. Peter just could not stay and watch everything from behind.
'Can I ask you something?' Noah asked him as they were sitting at the safety vault of the National Bank in New York. Peter nodded, sitting over the table. 'Why Claire?'
'What do you mean?' Peter frowned and gritted his teeth. 'What about her?'
'Why you left her too?' Noah tilted his head. 'Last time I checked, you were pretty close. What happened?'
'You asked me this just few hours ago.' Peter narrowed his eyes.
'You didn't answer me!' Noah rose up his eyebrows.
'Why are you so interested?'
'I just want to know.' Noah shrugged. 'She is my daughter and she cares about you. I just want to know why you just shut her out of your life like this.'
Peter sighed and avoided Noah's eyes. It was painful subject. Claire was a painful subject for him since the moment he had met her. She was something special and pure, the purest thing in his life. He had not met someone who even came close to her in that way. She deserved a better life, but instead she got this one.
'I don't want to talk about this.' Peter frowned. He crossed his arms before his chest. 'You asked me for help and that's what I'm doing it now.'
'Peter!' Noah insisted.
'What?' Peter snarled at him. 'I just want to protect her! Here is your answer! Happy now?'
'I'm…' Noah looked shocked.
The door slammed open and a man with a knife rushed into the room. Peter just smiled coyly and grabbed his wrist throwing him against the wall. The man looked surprised when he got off the ground and looked at Peter. He was holding his knife. There was something eerie about that bearded man. He looked just about at the age of Peter's brother, but he was incredibly fast. Peter felt that when he took his power.
Noah saw him, playing with the knife in his hands and his eyes widened.
'You've got his power?'
'I have it!' Peter narrowed his eyes towards the bearded man.
'A bloody empath!' He exclaimed with a strange accent, Peter had never heard of it. When he attacked him, Peter was ready and responded at his attempt to stab him.
They moved back and forth all over the room. Their moves were incredibly fast, and a person could not see it with normal vision. When Peter stood still, staring at the door, Noah finally moved. He went to him, not sure if they were alone in the room.
'Is he gone?'
'Yes, he is gone and he is very pissed I have to say.' Peter gasped, but smiled coyly.
'Gee, thanks!' Noah frowned, gazing at the knife in Peter's hands.
'Now I'm curious.' Peter looked at Noah and the old man sighed. He took the small box, lying over the table and unlocked it. There was nothing but a small piece of paper lying on the bottom. Noah frowned, but took it and suddenly he revealed the small compass under it.
'Wow!' Peter exclaimed close to him. 'So much trouble for this? A compass?'
'A broken compass.' Noah murmured. He saw that the needles did not move.
'Huh.' Peter took it from his hands and suddenly the needles started spinning around the compass. 'Wow! Look at you!'
'Can I?' Noah took the compass back and the needless stood still again. 'I think it works only for you!' Noah tried to put the compass back in Peter's hands. The younger man just put them up and shook his head with a smile.
'Oh no! Thanks!' Peter laughed. 'I don't want to get involved in this! Not again!'
'You can't escape from who you are, Peter.' Noah placed his hand over Peter's shoulder. 'You can run, but you cannot hide!'
'I don't want to be anyone, but me!' Peter snapped.
'Claire told me the same just a few hours ago.' Noah smiled and took one of Peter's hands. He placed the compass in his palm and stepped back. 'The compass is yours. It chose you and you can't escape from your destiny!'
'Hey!' Peter called after Noah. He had reached the door.
'Sometimes I wonder how much you sound like each other.' He shook his head and went out the room.
'Noah!' Peter screamed after him, but he was gone. 'Great!' He murmured and looked at the compass in his hand. 'What I'm going to do now?'