High School Never Ends
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama/Humor/General
Characters: All
Summary: AU All the heroes are trying to endure the normal troubles of high school including cliques, jocks, cheerleaders, romance, and drama. However, these teenagers are developing powers that are anything but normal. And it might be up to them to save the world.
Chapter 4 – The Detention
Peter stared up at the clock. It was 3:05. He had only been in detention for 5 minutes and he was already getting restless. Only 55 minutes to go, he thought. He stared around the room, looking around but already knowing everything that was there. He and Claire were serving detention in the Bio Lab. Just the two of them. Well, actually, there was the teacher watching them, Mr. Wilson, but he had already fallen asleep.
"I'm so sorry," Claire whispered to him for the umpteenth time.
"It's ok, really," Peter repeated. And it was ok. Peter hadn't minded the cake part. It was pretty funny and it tasted really good. The only part he hadn't liked about the whole incident was the detention. But on the bright side, Claire's not that bad. There are worse people I could spend detention with.
"I really don't know what I was doing," Claire said. Peter noticed she was fidgeting with her pen. She was taking it apart and putting it back together. It was the same nervous habit that he had.
"I thought it was funny," Peter said truthfully. He felt bad that she was so guilty and apologetic.
"Really?" Claire said as she stopped twisting the pen.
"Yeah, really," Peter said smiling. He was happy to see that he had made her smile back.
"Are you hungry?" he asked her.
"Starving. Didn't really have a chance to eat," Claire said grinning. Peter laughed. He reached for something in his backpack. Claire saw the shiny wrapper and saw it was a candy bar.
"Chocolate?" Peter said, offering it to her.
"Thanks," she said and she broke a piece off. "You know I really should be at cheerleading practice now. I bet Janice is having a fit."
"Why? I mean no offense, but aren't there other people on the team?" Peter asked.
"Yeah, but we're practicing this special pyramid for homecoming and I'm on the top," Claire said somewhat proudly.
"That's really cool," Peter said. Claire thought it was the best compliment she ever received. "I could never do that," he said.
"Why?" Claire asked.
"I'm….I'm afraid of heights," Peter said quickly.
"Oh," Claire said. She didn't want to probe him but somehow the words "What happened?" slipped out of her mouth.
"When I was eight, I was climbing a tree in Central Park. It was a pretty tall one too, must have been about 30 feet high. I climbed up pretty far and I got scared so I asked Nathan to help me. He climbed up part of the way and told me to climb down a bit. So I did. And then he told me to jump. It wasn't very far and he said he would catch me. I jumped, but he didn't catch me and I broke my leg," Peter explained.
"Oh my god, why didn't he catch you?" Claire asked a little angrily.
"I don't know. One minute he was there and the next I was on the ground. For a split second before I passed out, I thought I saw him hover next to the tree but it was probably a dream," Peter said. Peter was shocked at himself. He had never shared that story with anyone else before.
"So, what did you think about that French test?" Peter said, trying to change the subject. He noticed Claire was starring into space.
"Hello," he said, waving his hand in front of her face. She jumped a little and turned to look at him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude," she said. "It's just; I think that my sweater is on top of that shelf," she pointed to one of the cabinet. Above the counter there were glass cabinets filled with specimens and things that Peter didn't really want to think of, but above that was a pink sweater lying on top of the shelf.
"Do you want me to get it?" he asked, noticing how high the shelf was.
"That's ok, I'll get it," she said. She got up. Her chair squeaked and she spun around to see if Mr. Wilson had woken up; He hadn't. He was snoring with his head resting on the table.
Quickly Claire climbed up on the counter. She reached her hand up to grab the sweater but it was caught on something. She pulled on it and suddenly the glass in the cabinet shattered. Peter and Claire turned to see Mr. Wilson's reaction. To their relief, he was still asleep. Claire stepped down from the cabinet and sat back at her desk.
"What's on your hand?" Peter asked in surprise. Claire looked down and noticed that there was blood on the sweater. She looked at her hand and saw there was a deep gash through her palm.
"I must have cut it on the glass," Claire said. She hadn't really notice it. She had felt no pain.
"I think you need to go to the hospital. That looks like it needs stitches," Peter said worriedly. He got up and tried to open the door, but it wouldn't budge.
"It's locked," he said. He looked over to Mr. Wilson and noticed the key was sticking out of this pocked. He went to grab it quickly but then Mr. Wilson jerked and Peter walked away.
"I can't get it," Peter said.
"I'll be fine," Claire said.
"I don't know. It could get infected. Let me check and see if there's any gauze in here," Peter said searching the classroom. He came back with a bottle of alcohol, a paper towel roll and some gauze and bandages.
"Hold still," he said. He reached out for Claire's hand and he poured the alcohol on it. Then he wiped away the blood and alcohol and then began to wrap the bandage.
"This should hold until we get out. Then we'll go to the hospital," Peter said as he wrapped.
"Wow, you should be a doctor Peter," Claire said smiling.
"I don't know," Peter shrugged, "I don't think I'd be a really great doctor."
"Ok," Claire said. "Then why don't you be a nurse?"
"A nurse?" Peter said, giving her a look that said "Are you kidding?"
"What? Never heard of a male nurse before?" Claire said grinning. She was enjoying this.
"I have, I just don't think I'd be right for that job," Peter said.
"Why? Are you not man enough to say you want to be a nurse?" Claire teased. This was getting better by the moment.
"Trust me, I'm man enough," Peter joked smiling. He looked at Claire and their eyes met for a second. But then they both looked down, embarrassed.
"I think I might need to wrap this again," Peter said. "It's crooked."
"No that's ok," Claire said quickly.
"It's no problem, I'll just…" Peter started, not finishing his sentence. He tried to grab her hand but she pulled away.
"What's wrong?" Peter said.
"Nothing," Claire denied. "Nothing is wrong."
"Well if nothing's wrong, then let me see you hand," Peter said. And before Claire could object again he pulled off the bandage in one quick motion. They fell to the ground and Peter stared at her palm. It was perfectly healed. There was no blood, no cuts, no scars, not the slightest indication that she had harmed it only 5 minutes ago.
"What…" was all Peter could say as he stared at her hand in complete shock. Claire looked at him, frightened.
"Please don't tell," she said nervously.
"Tell what?" Peter said still in awe.
"That I can do that. That my hand healed that fast," Claire said.
"Wait, you can always do that?" Peter said with even more surprise. Claire nodded in response.
"Please promise you won't tell anyone. I haven't told anyone else," she said. She looked on the verge of tears so Peter said quickly:
"Of course I won't tell. It'll be our secret." Claire smiled at that. Suddenly, they heard a loud knock on the door. It surely would have woken anyone else who was asleep but Mr. Wilson didn't budge.
Peter and Claire looked over and saw Hiro waving to them. Then the saw Issac hold up his picture, the one he drew of the food fight. Hiro pointed excitedly to it.
"Why is he doing that?" Claire asked.
"I don't know," Peter said though he knew exactly why he was doing that. He walked up to the door and gave Hiro a "Cut it out" look. Hiro stopped pointing but he still looked excited. Peter noticed that Ando, Mohinder and Simone were outside too.
"What are you doing?" Peter scribbled on a piece of paper and held it up to the door.
"We're here to rescue you!" came the reply from Issac's notebook.
"Where's Eden?" Peter wrote. Mohinder pointed down the hall to the principal's office. Suddenly the phone rang in the classroom and Mr. Wilson woke up with a start.
"Hello," he answered the phone. The conversation was mainly yes's and ok's. Then he hung up.
"You two can leave," he said to Claire and Peter. The clock only said 3:30 but they weren't going to argue. They quickly got their books and Mr. Wilson unlocked the door.
"What did you do?" Peter asked when they walked outside.
"It was all Eden," Simone said pointing to Eden.
"So what did you do Eden?" he asked.
"I called the room from the office and told him to let you guys go," she said simply.
"That's it!" Ando said in disbelief.
"Yep, I can persuade easily," Eden said with a grin. They walked down the steps and then realized they were heading in separate directions.
"I got to go to practice," Claire said quickly. She hurried toward the back of the school near the football field. The rest walked on.
"So, how was detention Pete?" Issac asked.
"It was fine," Peter said. Peter didn't usually like detention but today he wished detention had never ended.