I shouldn't have done that. What the hell was I thinking? Sure she's a beautiful girl but come on she's what sixteen or seventeen?

Peter had been pondering these thoughts since he had last seen Claire the other day.

Why'd I have to kiss her like that? I could have just given her a kiss on the cheek, but no I had to go do something stupid! Now she probably thinks I'm some kind of sicko.

He was about to bury his head in his pillow again when a familiar voice spoke.

" Ready to leave?" Peter turned around to see Nathan standing by the. Peter got up and went over to hug him it ,been a while since he had last seen him.

" I can leave then," Peter questioned. Nathan nodded his head in response and Peter was filled with relief. Finally he was getting out of here. " Listen I've got to change first." Peter picked up a pair of cloths that had been laid out on one of the visitor chairs and Nathan just nodded and sat down.

He's been extremely odd, I mean he's barely talking to me and he won't look me in the eyes.

Peter finished quickly anxious to get out of the hospital. When Nathan and Peter had finally gotten out into the air it was then that Nathan spoke.

" Out of all the dumb things Peter," Nathan had finally looked at Peter but it was not with happiness it was more with anger.

" What are you talking about?" Peter was confused what had he done that could have made Nathan so angry?

" What am I talking about! " he took Peter by the shoulder and pushed him so his back was against a building three shops away from the hospital. " I wonder what Peter, I wonder what! How about the fact that you went and got engaged!" Peter started to laugh at this and Nathan seized him again. " You think this is funny."

People were starting to stare so they walked a block to a little café. They sat down at a booth in the far corner and Peter started to explain about him and Claire.

" Nathan its not what you think…" he paused to figure out how he was going to explain this. " The cheerleader you know the one I had to save she wanted to come visit me and that was the only way she could get in, you know if she was a family member." Nathan seemed to calm down a little but then his anger seemed to come back even more powerful than before.

" You mean to tell me that you went running around town with some seventeen year old. What is wrong with you?," Peter was going to interrupt to defend himself but Nathan continued trying to keep an even tone of voice. " Now listen here Peter I know you think your some kind of super hero, but lets face the facts your not and you have no right to interfere in this young girls life. I don't care if she came to you, you tell, her you can't help."

" She was scared Nathan, she thought her father was going to hurt her. What did you except me to do just let her get hurt."

" Yes Peter that's exactly what I except d you to do she is not your problem." Nathan slammed his had down on the table got up and walked outside, and Peter followed. They got in to a black car that had been waiting for them and the car drove them to the airport. On the way to airport Peter's phone rang.

" Hello," Peter answered.

" Hi may ask who this is," said a voice on the other side.

"Um… Peter Petrelli," he answered, " I think you've got a wrong number."

" No I have the right number."

" Then who is this,"

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What was that? Did he mean it or was he just under pressure?

Claire lay awake thinking about the kiss when there was a knock on the door.

" Claire honey can I come in?" came her father's voice.

" Sure daddy," she said putting on her fake happy voice. She heard him come in and pull her desk chair up to the side of the bed. Claire was lying on her stomach a magazine open in front of her and she pretended to read it as he sat down.

" So how was your run yesterday Claire?," he asked looking straight at her. This question had caught Claire completely off guard.

Why would he want to know about that?

" Fine," she answered trying not to show how scared she truly was. He took a small piece of paper out of his pocket and laid it on the bed in front of Claire.

" I found this in your pocket. So how is Peter?," he asked.

" Who's Peter?," she asked trying to cover up.

" Oh Claire don't pretend anymore. I know my friend didn't make you forget and for that I'm angry at him. That's okay though because this time I'll make sure we get that part right"

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Thanks to MissLinderman who gave me a idea for this chapter!