Bit of a short chapter. but it took me a while to write as i kept opening and closing it. anyways i hope you like it:) its bit more Peter/Claire friendship. so please review:) I'll love you lol xx Review Replies at the bottom.

Chapter 7 – Roller Rides

4 days later

Claire lay in bed that night. Again. Night after night she had done nothing but lie in bed and think about him. Her uncle. The true love of her life. Or better yet known as Peter Petrelli. And yet here he was lying right next to her, sound asleep. She couldn't believe she'd walked, swam, whatever you want to call it, away from him. She could have had him, right there in the ocean. Or they could have gone to the hotel and had wild, crazy sex. But no, she had to screw it all up didn't she? She had to ruin her chances. And what made it worse was that Peter had barely looked at her the last few days, he spoke to her as if nothing had happened but he never really looked at her, not at her definitely. He looked at her as if she was invisible or wasn't really there. And she hated it. She couldn't stand not having the friendly, cuddly, over-protective Peter. The one she had only just got back. And now she'd lost him again.

They'd had a family dinner with just Nathan and the grandmother. Heidi and the boys had something much more important to do a.k.a Heidi and her boys didn't want to be subjected to Nathan illegitimate child. The dinner had been awful. They had gone to some over-priced restaurant that had a bunch of seafood and such on the menu. Having seafood just reminded Claire of her and Peter's little experiment in the sea, so she just got whatever was the less fishiest thing on the menu. It appeared Peter did the same.

Nathan talked about this and that. Politics, Another upcoming election. Like either of them really cared. They'd heard it all before. 'I need you guys to not do anything stupid, it could jeopardise the chance of me winning.' He looked at each of them and then added. 'No weddings either.' They both nodded, Claire didn't know about Peter but marrying Andy – was the last thing on her mind.

She picked at her food, receiving glares from Angela. What did she care? Angela glared at her no matter what she did and to this point; she was getting thoroughly pissed off about it. Like it was her fault that her father was such an ass and got a girl/woman, who knows how old her mother was when she got pregnant. Btu Angela seemed to blame Claire for that downfall. How was it her fault? She was the one being fucking conceived! Peter merely nodded to Nathan's request or rather demand. Once they had finished Nathan and Angela made their excuses and left hurriedly. Nathan paying for the bill on the way out. Claire rolled her eyes at him, Proud father much? I think not.

Peter and Claire walked down the sea front. There was only 5 days left of their holiday now. Claire couldn't wait to get back home, back into her normal life and routine away from the silence that had suddenly existed between Peter and herself. And yet the other half of her wanted to stay here, in Spain and just be with Peter. Regardless of whether they were talking or not.

"Peter, please don't ignore me." Claire blurted out. She had no idea where it came from or even why she said it. You know, usually you wrestle with your mind about whether to mention anything to the opposite person but Claire wasn't thinking any of that. Peter stopped and looked at her, a tad confused where it came from but nevertheless he couldn't help but smile. "I can't stand us not talking, Peter." She wanted desperately to say sorry about kissing him and such, but found she couldn't quite bring it up yet. She tried to refuse to look at him but found herself and her eyes glancing at him every few seconds. A dull smile on her face. "Can't we just forget it?" She didn't want to forget it, far from it. She'd thought about it every night, how great it was, she couldn't help but compare it to Andy who had never, once made her feel the way Peter did. Peter took hold of her hand and lightly grinned at her.

"Consider it forgotten." Claire smiled and began to walk again. It pained him to say it. All these years he's always thought the feelings were one sided and that he was just some sick pervert crushing on his niece. But now he knew, he could feel it in that kiss. One way or another, he would make Claire realise she wanted him too. If it was the last thing he did.

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"Peter, its just some tacky funfair! I thought we were going to have some fun!" Claire moaned as Peter dragged towards the rides and stands. He shook his head and looked at her.

"No its not, Claire besides your starting to sound a little bit like my mother…" Peter knew this was the perfect way to get Claire to agree with it. On the contrary, his mother wouldn't even allow the word tacky to come out of her pinched mouth. And sure enough.

"Fine." Claire replied, giving in. there was no way she was ever going to be compared to Angela, of all people. Peter grinned and chuckled with glee, he then headed towards the biggest roller coasters – which wasn't that big considering it wasn't a proper Theme Park, but still it was fairly big. He also knew that despite the fact that Claire screams like hell, she does love the big roller coasters.

Peter wrapped his arm around her shoulder, as if on instinct. She grinned up at him and they both headed towards the token booth. Claire took out her purse to contribute but Peter placed his hand on her own, she looked down confused, shocked by the amount affection he'd just placed upon her, her brows furrowed.

"Don't worry about it." Peter said, handing over a large amount of euro money. Claire smiled at him, thanking him by hugging him, she took his hand in her own, gripping it as if she refused to let go. The guy with the token raised his eyebrow, handed over the tokens and said:

"I don't wanna have to remove you guys from any of the rides for any…unreasonable behaviour." He gave them that knowing wink and shooed them away. Claire's face turned a deep red, as she understood what the pervy, middle-aged man was getting at. Peter tried to laugh it off although he was also avoiding Claire's gaze.

"Hey Peter?" Peter turned to look at her, waiting. "Wouldn't it of been easier to have purchased one of those wristbands?" Claire pointed towards the stand that was selling them; she began giggling as she notified Peter's expression.

"Probably." He muttered, slightly blushing to the fact that a former cheerleader had outsmarted him. He began to laugh along with her as they headed towards a ride. Claire stopped suddenly.

"Peter!" Claire gasped and Peter turned to face her, a stricken look on his face. "That ride…it's so big!" Peter chuckled and placed his muscular hands on her shoulders, he crouched down so he was near her height.

"You'll be fine. I mean its not like its going to go Final Destination on you!" He chuckled again until he felt a hard punch hit is arm.

"Peter!" Claire squealed, an angry look taking over her face. Peter's smirked soon disappeared; feeling slightly guilty for making Claire scared.

"Its just a ride, Claire and I'll be sitting next to you." He soothed, he then smirked again. "Besides if you get really scared you can always grab on to me!" Claire flushed at his comment. Peter being…flirty? Did someone slip something in his drink?

They were let in towards the seats they would sit in throughout the ride. It was a loop the loop and Claire shuddered at the thought of going upside down, not to mention what her hair may look like afterwards. Peter sat down on the outside seat; he was about to move up into the next seat so that Claire could sit down.

"Smallest on the inside." The guy in charge muttered. Now, the most gentleman thing to do would be to step out and let the woman pass but before Peter had a chance to do that, Claire had already began climbing over him.

Her head was bent down, which Peter mentally thanked God because it meant that Claire wasn't able to notice the amount of pleasure that had enlisted on his face. Although it didn't help the fact that she was wearing a low cut tank top so that her breasts were being shoved in his face. Not that he was complaining or anything. Claire sat in her seat, complaining about the amount of room she had been given. Her complaints soon turned into screams as the ride had begun at full speed. Peter had laughed at her until she had screamed so hard that her hand landed on his thigh, squeezing it with the amount of fear she had in her. Peter could no longer think about the ride anymore. All he could think about was the fact that what if her hand had missed his thigh and had landed on his crotch instead? His trousers tented at the thought of everything he wanted to do to Claire in that moment, that he had ever wanted to do since he had met her. All the dreams he had had and the odd time when he was Caitlin, he would look up and see her, grinning back at him. Why couldn't she face the fact that they were destined to be together? That she was his and not Andy's?

"Peter, are you alright? The ride is over." Claire asked, bringing Peter out of his thoughts. He briefly smiled at her and looked down to see that Claire's hand was still placed on his thigh, she followed his gaze and hastily removed it, looking away.

"So what ride next?" Claire said, trying to ignore the tension between them. She couldn't decide whether it was sexual or not.

"Haunted house?" Peter suggested, pointing towards the house, which had a huge amount of cobwebs and green moss, covering the building. He turned to look at Claire, who was shaking her head slightly and her eyes had widened.

"No, I don't think so." Claire said softly.

"Your not scared of a haunted house are you?" Peter lightly teased, grinning.

"I just don't want to go in!" Claire replied, getting frustrated. Peter stared at her, shocked at her outburst. He rubbed her arms, up and down gently. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you. I was only messing about." He looked sincere and Claire had some sort of moody pout on her face. Peter soon realised he was getting through to her, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer and pressing her body against his. "I'm sorry." He repeated, whispering in her hair and placing a kiss in her golden locks. He pulled away to see the expression on her face. Her moody pout had been replaced with a toothy grin. She sighed.

"Alright. I'll go on it." She rolled her eyes. Peter looked at her, shaking his head.

"We don't have to. We can go on the…teacups or…something." Peter grinned, as did Claire.

"No, really its fine. Sorry I freaked out at you. When I was seven years old, I was left to go on a ghost train all by myself. The darkness and the glow in the dark skeletons…it was them jumping out at me, that had me screaming the most. It really scared me, I had nightmares for weeks. Needless to say I haven't been on one since." Claire laughed at her childish fear. Peter had smiled throughout the whole memory, imaging how cute a seven-year old Claire looked. Without thinking he leaned in and kissed her forehead.

"Well now you won't be on your own." He replied taking her hand. "Now, you can cuddle up to me." Peter grinned. Half-serious, Half-wishing.

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Peter and Claire had been queuing up for about ten minutes and it seemed they had another twenty minutes to go.

"So Peter, how did you meet…Caitlin?" Claire asked curiously, to pass the time. Peter looked around to see if anyone was listening to their conversation.

"It was after the whole 'New York thing'. I'd ended up in Ireland and her brother wanted to, well…kill me. He'd thought I'd stolen some ipods. I'd met Caitlin and well…you know how it goes…" Peter shrugged, feeling uncomfortable talking about his love life with Claire. The girl woman he was in love with. Possibly more than his own fiancée. Claire nodded her head, slowly.

"Right, so when I was sitting alone, in my room, crying my eyes out because I thought you were dead, whilst you were off sleeping some Irish woman." Who's so freaking stupid and pathetic and annoying, it makes me want to shoot her… Claire added on in her head. Peter stared at her, mouth agape. Claire stared back evenly, a slight anger in her eyes forming.

"Claire, I am sorry about making you think I was dead but you have to understand, I didn't remember anything. "Peter pleaded. He really couldn't deal with another argument or more silence between him and Claire again.

Claire shook her head, she had no idea where her confession had even come from. She rolled her eyes, breathed out heavily and fluttered her eyelids a few times.

"Sorry Peter. I do understand. I don't know why I say that." Claire replied, avoiding his eyes until she felt herself being pulled into another hug and was being pressed up against Peter's body again.

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