A/N: I don't own this, incase you were wondering. So Peter was 26 in season one? Well I suppose I'm better at guessing age than I thought I was. I just like 27. So, we'll assume he had a birthday :) Thanks for all the reveiws! I love you all! (Well, sort of :)

Chapter Two

"Conversations, Interruptions, & More Mind-Reading"

Claire awoke to the sound of her cell phone ringing. It was almost midnight. Who could be calling in the middle of the night? she thought. She checked the caller ID, Peter! She answered immediately

"Hello?" she said.

"Hey, Claire? This is Peter."

"Where are you?!"

"I'm in Ireland, but more importantly, I have no idea who you are, or for that matter who I am."

"What?"

"I don't know, amnesia or something." Claire was silent. Peter was alive. He'd gone a little loopy, but that was workable.

"I'm your niece," she finally said.

"Why weren't you in the family picture?" Peter asked

"It's complicated, but no one knew who I was until about five months ago. Your brother, Nathan, is my father."

"Is he the tall, creepy-looking one?"

"Probably."

"What about my parents?"

"I don't really know. Your dad died before I knew you and your mom is creepier than Nathan is. She wanted to take me to Paris, to keep me safe. You didn't want me to go."

"That raises another question. Keep you safe from what, and does it involve the strange things I can do?"

"Your power? I have that too. Sort of"

"I'm so confused," Peter lamented.

"Ok," Claire said, "Let's start from the beginning. You rescued me from a bad guy named Syler on homecoming night (I was a cheerleader). Someone told you to, 'save the cheerleader,' and 'save the world.' Anyway, when you met me you absorbed my power. That's what you do. Your brother's was the first power you absorbed. He can fly."

"I can fly?!"

"Are you interrupting me?"

"Sorry."

"You call me in the middle of the night and then you interrupt me!"

"I won't do it again. Continue."

"Good. As I was saying, you absorb the power of anyone you come in contact with."

"Um, 'with' is a preposition."

"Are you interrupting again?! How can you not remember who you are, but you remember proper grammar?"

"I don't know." Peter heard another voice from Claire's house.

"Claire," it said, "what are you doing?"

"I have to go," Claire said and hung up.

H H H H H H H H

Peter set the phone down,

"What happened?" Caitlin asked.

"She had to go," Peter said distantly, "someone overheard her." He glanced down at the contents of the box again. Not much to go on, but that cell phone. It was the strongest link to his past.

"Maybe I should call some of these other numbers." Peter picked up the phone again. "Claire said my brother has power too." Caitlin stood up.

"I think that's a good idea," she said, "I'm going to get some sleep. You should consider that too."

"If I were to…" Peter began, "return to the U.S… can I ask you?"

"Don't ask. Just tell me when." Caitlin looked deep into his eyes, I love you, Peter I'll go anywhere with you. Peter smiled.

"I love you too," he said out loud. "Claire said I can fly. I'm going to ask Nathan how far."

"You mean to fly across the ocean?" Caitlin said incredulously.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Peter teased.

"Never mind. I've seen you do incredible things. I'm sure you can fly across the Atlantic, but what about me?"

"I'll carry you," Peter said as if it was the most logical explanation. He saw the look on Caitlin's face and added, "Or you can ride on my back." She still wasn't sure. She decided just to trust Peter and go to sleep.

"We'll leave in the morning," Peter said. Then he made a face, "I mean tonight. I guess you're right, I do need sleep."

Well, there's chapter two I hope you liked it :)