Chapter Three- Understanding
The intercom sounds inside the Petrelli Mansion. Angela Petrelli checks the video monitor and sees a young woman standing on the doorstep.
"Yes, can I help you?"
"Hi, my name's Taylor White, I was wondering if Peter was home?"
"What do you want with Peter?"
"I'm a friend; please I really need to see him"
There's a pause, then…
"One moment please"
About a minute later the door opens, Taylor thought the door would never open, then she realises that Peter is standing in the door frame with a big friendly smile on his face.
"Hey" he says, welcoming.
"Hey, man I thought your mum would never let me talk to you"
"Yeah that's mom for you, she's really protective of her boys. What did you wanna talk about?"
"I think he's watching me Peter" says Taylor, glancing around, afraid.
"Who, who's watching you Taylor?" asks Peter, putting his hands on her shoulders to reassure her that it's alright.
"The guy that killed my parents"
"Sylar?" he asks, horrified.
"Yeah, but he said his name was Gabriel"
"That may be his real name Taylor, but whatever he tells you don't listen, all he wants is to have your ability and he'll stop at nothing to get it" Peter tells her.
There's a moment of silence between them then Taylor breaks it.
"Can I come in, he may have followed me"
"Yeah sure, come in" offers Peter. Taylor steps past Peter into the grand foyer of the Petrelli mansion, gazing around and breathing in its splendour. Peter hesitates before shutting the front door, looking around for any sign of Sylar. Once he's certain that Taylor has not been followed by his arch nemeses and all the heroes' enemy, he shuts the door behind him.
He turns around to find Taylor standing in the middle of the foyer gazing up at the ten foot ceiling. He brings her back down to earth by placing his hands on her shoulders.
"Oh Peter, you scared me!"
"Sorry" he chuckles.
Then suddenly her eyes meet his and she decides to take advantage of the moment, she steps forward, puts a hand on each side of his face and kisses him. Peter doesn't pull away, he lets Taylor kiss him, and he returns the kisses.
Angela Petrelli, an upper class woman, who only wants the best for her son's, walks into the sitting room the exact moment when Taylor and Peter fall down onto the couch in a passionate embrace. She waits for a moment before deciding to interrupt her youngest and most favourite son and his lover on her favourite antique Italian couch. She decides to interrupt with a single word.
"Peter?" she asks in a calm but stern motherly type tone.
Peter sits up immediately and looks at Taylor then back at his mother.
"Uh.. Mom, i.. have you met Taylor?" he says awkwardly.
"Yes I have Peter, and I was coming to offer Miss White a drink or something to eat" says Angela.
"Oh, you don't have to do that Mom, that's my job" replies Peter
"Well sweetie you're not doing a very good job then are you?" says Angela, before leaving the room. Peter waits until his mother is out of ear shot so he can talk to Taylor.
"I'm so sorry about her"
"No it's ok, that's what mother's…" starts Taylor, but the word 'Mother' reminds her of what happened. She starts to cry.
"Hey, Tay, it's ok, it's alright" says Peter, pulling her closer to him and wrapping his arms around her. She cries into his shoulder.
"Ssh, it's gonna be ok, you're safe now"
And by hearing these words from Peter's mouth confirmed what she felt when she was around him; safe. She leans in and kisses Peter. Peter pulls away for a second before standing up, wiping a tear from Taylor's eye and taking her hand and leading her upstairs to his room so that they could be alone.
Taylor lay on Peter's bare chest, her arm across his waist; she didn't want to be anywhere else. Peter strokes her hair. She gets up on her elbow and stares into Peter's eyes and smiles.
"you know I feel completely safe with you?"
"That's good, I was starting to think you were afraid of me" teases Peter.
"Shut up" replies Taylor, giving him a playful slap.
Peter laughs and rolls her over so that he is on top, he strokes her hair than leans in and kisses her passionately.