CHAPTER 4, THE PERFECT COUPLE THOUGH THEY'RE NOT

Petrelli mansion, Peter Petrelli

Peter has the best days of his life, even though he had no idea who Nathan was right now, sylar or someone else.

Claire finally gave in, even though she knew it was wrong. Well, it wasn't wrong, but she still thought they were related. Ugh… related. But they weren't!

Peter was sitting on the couch, drawing, maybe something interesting would come up. When he looked up, he saw Claire looking at him from the top of the stairs.

She smiled at him and he smiled back. It's reminded him of a scene just like this a long time ago. Right before New York was going to blow up.

He remembered it so clearly, cause he thought then that Claire really was a dream. And related to him, how could he not think of that when Nathan was standing there with Heidi, Monty and Simon.

But now there was no one. No Nathan, Sylar or whatever. No Angela. Just Peter and Claire.

"Hey Peter?" Peter looked at her and was surprised that she was standing right before him. "Sorry, you just had a dreamy look on your face."

"Oh sorry, just …not thinking." Peter laughed. Claire giggled. Peter looked at her. He never really heard her giggle.

"So…What were you doing before you decided to come down here?" He asked.

"Oh, you know, just…not thinking." Claire winked at him and walked to the kitchen.

Peter just sat there with wide eyes. He quickly got up and followed her.

Claire was looking into the fridge, which gave Peter a very good view. Stop thinking! Stop Looking! It didn't help, so he decided to make smalltalk.

"So, what were you not thinking about?" He asked. Claire turned around and smiled a sly smile. "Oh well, I don't know…What were you not thinking about?" Claire raised her eyebrows.

Peter suddenly was getting nervous. "Oh … I don't know…Stuff…Not important stuff."

I don't believe you…He heard in his head and saw Claire smirking at him.

What's the problem, don't like what you hear or think? Claire now had a confused expression on her face. Peter couldn't do anything but laugh.

Claire walked up to Peter and stopped right in front of him. "What are you laughing at?" She asked with an innocent look on her face.

"Nothing, Just…" The rest of him words were cut off by soft lips on his own. Claire was on her toes, grabbed the back of his neck and pulled Peter closer to her.

Peter grabbed her around her waist and now they were standing in the kitchen kissing passionate not caring who would walk in.

When their lips separated, they looked at each other, still holding on to each other. "Hey..Uhmm..We don't want your mom or your brother to walk in, do we." Claire started and Peter noticed how she didn't say "dad".

"I thought you didn't care if somebody walked in on us." Peter smirked. Claire smacked his arm.

"Peter Petrelli, don't read my mind when you're kissing me!" She looked mad, but Peter could hear the smile in her voice.

Peter brought his lips back to hers for a quick sweet kiss. "I'm sorry…"

"No, you're not!" Claire smiled widely and pulled his head to hers.

Their foreheads were touching. "Ok, maybe you're right, but I can't help it, I wanna know your every thought."

"Well, here's a thought for you…" Claire closed her eyes. I think I may love you.

Peter didn't say anything else. They just kissed.

Petrelli Mansion, later that day

Peter was sitting on the couch again, he thought about his and Claire's kiss, which then became a make out session.

He really had never been as happy as now. That's when he heard them, Nathan and Angela coming home.

He knew that it couldn't be Claire cause she was talking a shower. Don't, Peter, don't think of that. Ah, that stupid voice inside his head telling him what to do.

Peter got up and just before he walked into the hall he stopped.

"…It's unnatural, the way they look at each other, they way they talk, even the way they move. They always look to what the other does."

Peter was getting really interested in his mom's words.

"They actually look like a couple, almost the perfect couple. But then again we're talking about Peter and Claire. They're both not normal."

Peter was getting angry. What was she saying, why was she saying this. She should mind her own business.

"They…" Now it was enough, he didn't want to hear anymore. He walked in.

"Oh hey, you guys are back already?" Peter asked innocent. Angela looked kinda scared.

But he knew that was impossible, it was Angela Petrelli they were talking about here.

"Yes, yes, we're back…Don't act like you missed us." Typical Angela.

Now that Nathan was back, he remembered that he still needed to know if Nathan was Nathan. He feared the answer.

"So Nathan, you told Noah your plans, what did he think?" Nathan looked up when he heard his name.

"Oh, I don't know. He looked scared, like he knew something that wasn't good." Nathan shrugged.

It all clicked in Peter's head. It finally made sense..Well kinda.

He ran upstairs and walked without knocking in the room of Claire. "PETER!" Claire was getting dressed…Crap…

"Sorry…" he turned around very quickly. "I'm very sorry."

"Ok, you can turn around now, why did you come in here WITHOUT KNOCKING?"

"uhm, sorry again but I think your father knows about Sylar/Nathan…" Peter looked at Claire, now fully dressed in a short skirt and a top.

"What? Why do you think that? Just cause he's still here in New York." Peter again was glad he didn't think of Nathan as her father.

But then it hit him they were talking about Sylar/Nathan, if he was Sylar of course he would know.

"Nathan or Sylar or whoever said that when he told 'the plan' to Noah, he looked scared." Peter put the plan in airquotes.

"Wait, wait…Noah Bennet looked scared?" Claire asked to be sure.

"Yes…apparently, that's why we should go talk to your father." Peter suggested .

"Then what are we waiting for?" Claire took his arm and started to drag him out of her room.