Here By Me
Takes Place In Season 2
It's about Peter coming back with Nathan to see Claire and it ending in a longer stay because Sylar is still alive and out to kill Claire, so Peter has to live with the Bennet's to protect her. It's also going to be a non-realated paire fic, not that i'm against incest or anything. As Peter protects her he begins to develop feelings for her because he sees her in a totally different way now and Peter's and Claire's recent closeness sparks lots of jealousy from West. It will be very anti-West. Also, plz forgive my spelling and feel free to to criticize it as its my first fic and I don't know if i'm any good at writing.
Part 2 coming very soon, sorry for such a long wait everyone! By the way Peter never cut his hair like he did in 4 months ago.
Chapter 4
The Prom: Part I
Peter was busy preparing for his fight with Sylar. Claire's prom was only an hour a way, but he would much rather spend the time before it making sure he would be able protect her. After all that's what heroes do. He started grinning of the though the day she told him that he was 'totally her hero.' The way she had said it and smiled at him, made him feel like he was a teenage boy again, with butterflies flying around in his stomach.
Claire had butterflies in her stomach too, not from the thought of Sylar attacking her but from Peter. She was getting ready for prom. He kind of felt more like her prom date then West. He would be the first to see her in her dress, he would be the one to take her and watching her all night because of Sylar. Why was she trying to impress him so much? West was the only guy she should be thinking about. Claire was trying to zip up her dress and was struggling to zip it up the whole way. She heard a knock at her door, it was Peter.
Peter wanted to make sure she was ready for tonight because he sure as hell didn't know if he was yet. If anything happened to her he didn't want to think of what he would do, and her dad would kill him. He wished she didn't want to go to the prom so much, but in no way did he want to wipe that smile off her face.
'Claire, can I come in?'
'Sure, you can help me zip up this dress.'
Peter stopped walking any further as soon as he opened the door. She was breathtaking; his heart must have stopped at that very moment. She looked like the most amazing woman he'd ever seen. She wore a white knee length, silky dress that fit perfectly around her body so much that it accented the curves of her body. Her hair was slightly parted on top, half up half down and it just flowed in front of her shoulders.
He realized he was staring and Claire was pretty aware of it too.
'Peter, are you okay?
"You look beautiful Claire.'
Her cheeks were rose pink now, 'so are you just going to stand there or help me?'
Peter came behind her and put his hand the start of the zip, he began to move it up while slowly moving up his hand up her back at the same time. Once it was zipped up to the top Peter's hand still remained there.
'Peter..' Claire's voice was barely above a whisper, just one touch and her spine was tingling sending shock waves throughout her whole body, she had never felt something like this before.
His hand was about to caress her back when Claire's mum budged in; Peter removed his hand instantly and gulped. Sandra didn't appear as though she'd seen anything.
'C'mon Claire, I gotta do your make up, you don't want to be late. You to Peter, your not going like that are you?'
'No, Mrs Bennet I was just getting ready for the other thing that's happening tonight.'
'Good to hear it, but now you have get dressed, you only have half an hour left.'
'Well unlike Claire, I only take 5 minutes.'
Claire looked at him she was going to laugh but couldn't. Her eyes were still locked with his; she still felt his touch on her bare skin. How was she going to be able to survive an entire car ride with him? She just smiled at him nervously.
Peter could tell that things were only going to get more uncomfortable between them; he tucked one of his bangs behind his ear. 'I better go get ready.' He left without daring to even look at her. He didn't know what to expect tonight.
30 minutes later Peter was waiting by the door anxiously, his hair was gelled and combed back and he was wearing his black suit attire with a white shirt, the top couple of buttons were left open.
Claire began to walk downstairs the whole time feeling Peter's gaze on her, when she reached the bottom her eyes widened he looked so different and absolutely stunning without his bags covering his face. That suit was so elegant and he pulled off the look so perfectly, he was definitely a Petrelli.
'Claire bear, you look wonderful, I mean you look wonderful Claire. Look how grown up she looks Lyle.'
'Yeah, she looks…pretty.' Lyle responded back queitly.
'A compliment Lyle, wow!' Claire was shocked that her brother had actually said something nice about her for a change.
Then Sandra came in with the camera, 'Picture time. Peter, do you mind?'
Sandra gave Peter the camera and he took a shot of Claire, Sandra, Noah and Lyle together.
Then Sandra gestured for Peter to come over, 'I want a picture with you two as well.'
Great, how could he hide the way he felt about her in front of a camera. He walked over to Claire unsure where to put his hands and finally decided to put one arm around her shoulders, dare not touching her back again. Claire's eyes remained on the camera and Peter's too, if she looked up at him or he did the same that picture would have really said a thousand words.
Peter reluctantly pulled his arm back, 'Goodbye Claire, have a good time.' Sandra told her while coming over to hug her, she couldn't believe how fast her girl was growing up.
Peter opened the door for Claire and just as they were about to leave Noah made a point to remind Peter again to keep Claire safe then they were gone.
Peter and Claire drove in silence; they were 5 minutes away from West's when Claire spoke up.
'How was your prom Peter?'
Peter kept his eyes on the road while answering 'I never really made it.'
Claire was dumbfounded 'What happened?'
'I had a crush on this girl and asked her to go with me, she calls to tell me she can't go at the last minute, so I didn't go because I didn't want to be a loser and go by myself, I just watched TV until Nathan came home. The front porch light was on and he hadn't opened the door yet so I assumed he forgot his keys. I opened the door and found him making out with the girl I was supposed to take. I guess that's brothers for you.'
'Nathan did that really?'
'Yeah, so that's why I didn't go.'
Peter pulled up the car on the curb; they had arrived at West's.
Before she left to get West she placed her hand over Peter's looking sympathetically at him.
'I promise this prom will be much better then that one, I'll even save you a dance.'
Claire didn't wait for him to respond and left the car to retrieve West.
Peter's face lit up, he just looked on as Claire walked to West's house. Claire was sometimes just unbelievable, there was no way she was only 17.
Being the gentlemen Peter was when he saw Claire and West heading toward the car, he got out to open the doors for them.
He greeted West and he didn't say much. Peter noticed a sliver chain around Claire's neck with a white emerald in the centre, 'I don't remember seeing that before.'
Claire explained, 'West just gave it to me as a gift for prom, I just wish I had of gotten him one to now.' She looked at West adoringly and he did the same. Peter felt sick inside which he shouldn't have been. Claire's boyfriend buying a necklace for her shouldn't have affected him this much, deep down he wanted to be the guy that did something like that for her. And he couldn't stand the thought of Claire looking at another guy other than him, he was jealous but he'd never admit it.
'It looks nice.' Peter told her, he hated it because it was from West.
Claire got into the backseat of the car. West and Peter looked at each other, glaring at each other almost, he finally hopped in too. All Peter could think now was if he couldn't handle seeing them together for 5 minutes, how was he going to be able to watch the two for the rest of the night.