Chapter 1: Break-ups and Make-ups

I show up at Peter's apartment the next Saturday. I knock on the door and Peter answers it.

"Hey, Claire, can you give me a moment?" Peter says hurriedly. I start to protest, but then he closes the door.

Ugh. What is going on?

"I HATE YOU, PETER PETRELLI!" a woman's voice screams.

"TIFFANY!"

"YOU CAN GO DO WHATEVER YOU WANT WITH YOUR LIFE! I HATE YOU…"

There is a pause. I just stand outside the door in shock.

"Is it another woman?"

Peter pauses. I can hear him sigh.

"It is, isn't it?"

"It's not like that…I mean…we…it's complicated."

"You love her, don't you?"

"Tiffany…"

"And you didn't love me. After the nights we spent together…the times…all of that…meant nothing to you…"

Peter doesn't answer. I hear footsteps towards the door and I back away. It opens and out comes Tiffany with mascara running, her short black dress rumpled, and smeared red lipstick set bright against her pale complexion and dark hair.

I just stare. She notices me and looks at me coldly.

"I hope you two are happy," she says with disgust. I am just left there, stunned as she walks away.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, Claire," Peter sighs.

"It's okay," I say. "However, are you sure you want me to stay? I can always live at a friend's house until this is settled…"

"No, I think it'd be best if you stayed," Peter closes his eyes and then looks at me with such wistful eyes, "Besides, I could sure use the company right now."

"So…"I say as I bring in my stuff. "Who is she?"

"Who's what?" Peter looks at me confused.

"The lucky lady of yours?"

"Oh…it's complicated," Peter casts his eyes to the ground.

"Why?"

"Well…to tell you the truth…I don't know who it is," Peter sighs.

"You don't?" I ask him skeptically.

"Well…you see, the reason why Matt and I have been talking a lot more than usual is that he's been getting visions about me," Peter starts, "he keeps on having visions about me and some girl. We're walking hand in hand into a dark room. After that, he said he got various events that could possibly happen…but both or one of us ends up dying after every event."

"That's sad. Does he have a description of her?"

"No, but he did keep on saying that we were like night and day."

"So, I'm guessing she's blond, peppy, and not a womanizer?"

"I guess," Peter grins.

"Since you're in your twenties, maybe she's in her forties or maybe she's two…"

"I am not going to be captured by a cougar or become a pedophile."

"Oh, …my uncle is a pedophile!"

"Claire, no…" Peter says as I go around the room, chanting that he's a pedophile.

"Peter the Pedophile…has a nice ring to it." I laugh.

Peter tackles me to the couch and starts to tickle me. I try to retaliate by tickling him as well and I end up on top of him. We both laugh and I rest my head on his chest, smiling. Peter kisses the top of my head, but then he stops and stiffens. I look at him, and see his eyes dilate. They look terrified and ashamed.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Nothing," Peter starts to calm down and give me a weak smile. He gathers me into his arms, picks me up, and sets me on the couch. Then, he goes to his room and leaves me alone in the sunlight.

Why did he stop? I wish that he would like me. I wish that we weren't related. Maybe then…

No. He's my uncle. I have to push away all of those feelings I have for him…

I sigh. I can't get hurt by bullets, knives, bombs, lasers…or anything at all. However, forgetting my feelings for Peter will be the worst type of pain I'll ever experience.

Will Claire really forget? What's up with Peter anyway? Stay tuned…