A/N: Yeah - this is my new Paire fic. Not a big surprise. Not for me anyway. I just love Paire and I love writing for them. 'The Compass' is inspired of the new volume of Heroes, called 'Redemption'. I have to be honest (some of you may hate me for it, but I have to say it), the only good thing I saw up until now is the Paire hug. We can see that they still have that chemistry that made them our OTP. Still think that related them was the biggest mistake of the show, but sadly, it's the fact. I have to say one more thing - 'The Compass' starts when the new volume starts BUT there is nothing in common after that. The plot is absolutely different. And now, before you start reading this I think I owe you this too:
Let's skip the misunderstanding: English is not my first language, but I'm really trying here. So, if you think that it's hard for you to read - just don't read it! The reason I'm in this alone it's because I have updates every day. I love my readers and I want to pleased them in that way!
Story plot: You can't escape from your destiny even when that destiny means to love someone forbidden.
Rating: It's definitely M for the later chapters. I have to say that I love to write Paire as M. "winks"
Warnings: Well, it's Paire so that means incest. I wish they were CANON, but eh.
Spoilers: Volume 5 - up to episode 4.
What else... um nothing. Enjoy reading and I wish you like the fic!
Thanks for the nice input after the first few chapters guys! I'll keep going and I hope you'll keep reading. "winks"
Oh and I thank to all of you, who took your time and reviewed! Love ya!
Chapter 7 The Myth
The moon was fool and peered through the window. The soft straws of the moon light played all over her small face. Claire looked calm in her sleep. Her golden curls covered the pillow behind of her head and formed a golden halo.
Peter just looked at her. He had popped up to his elbow and just looked at her. She was as close to him as she never was. But she was so far away. She had forbidden to him. He could watch her only like this when no one could see him. He leaned his head on his palm and sighed tiredly.
They had put a thin blanket between them. Claire had wrinkled her nose but had agreed with him. She thought it was a stupid idea. Peter had insisted. It was not good if there was not anything that separated them. Claire had shrugged and accepted it.
The night was cold. It was typical for this time of the year. It was October and it was the beginning of the autumn. However, it was unusually cold night. Claire stirred in her dream and shifted under her thin blanket. Peter smiled and looked at her. She was so small. But no one would have thought how strong she was. No one knew ho strength she kept in that small body. He reached hand to touch her but then pulled it back. His face faded.
Peter lay back on his pillow and closed his eyes. He was at work on the next day. He had to sleep. He had to try at least. For his surprise, he was able to do it.
Claire opened her eyes with a sigh. It was still dark outside. She felt good. She felt warm and fuzzy. Then she realized that she lay in Peter's arms. He was sleeping. Claire could feel that. She frowned with confusion. His arm had wrapped over her waist and she had snuggled in him. Claire wondered what had happened with the blanket between them. It was a dumb idea anyway. She thought that since from the beginning. But Peter had insisted and she had to agree with him.
She closed her eyes and tried to think about something else. She was not supposed to feel in this way. He was her… family. It was strange, but Claire had never thought of him as her relative. He was always her hero and her friend. When he had saved her and had looked at her in that way, Claire felt the love for the first time. She had thought that she was in love with him. It was normal and so easy to love him. Peter was a dream to her. He was so nice and gentle. He was a perfect man. But Claire thought that he would never look a girl like her. She was too young for him. But then again – Peter had looked at her as if she was something special. No one had ever looked at her in this way.
When the truth about their relation had kicked in, Claire felt devastated. She had understood her inability to have him in any other way than as her family. She got better in time and the lie she kept play in her head became her true. At least she thought it was. But the heart has its own rules. Claire could not help it but smile every time she saw his face. She could sense when he was sad or happy. He was sad now. He was a loner and Claire could not help it but to think that it was something to do with her.
Peter shifted in his dream and Claire could feel his breath messing up her hair. She felt nice chills down in her stomach. Her mind told her to move away from him but her heart had other opinion. She slid her hand over his on her stomach and closed her eyes again. It was good to have him like this even if it was only for this night.
When Peter woke up, Claire slept in his arms. His eyes widened and he felt her hand over his on her stomach. She had snuggled in him and the feeling was so overwhelming that Peter got scared. He was afraid to move. He could awake her and he did not want that. He looked at the clock on his nightstand and saw that it was time for him to go to work.
Peter sighed and tried to release his hand. He was careful and it took him more time but Claire did not wake. He got off the bed carefully and ten minutes later, he was ready to go. Claire still slept and Peter threw her a final look before he could walk away.
His colleague Hessam was on the car already. Peter was little late.
'Tough night?' Hessam threw him a look as they drove off to their first signal.
'What?' Peter looked at him with confusion.
'You look tired.' Hessam shrugged.
'Huh.' Peter released a fake smile. He got it better in the time. 'I friend of mine came to visit me.'
'A… lady friend?' Hessam rolled his eyes.
'Excuse me?' Peter snapped into his protective mode. He could not help it. It happened every time when something concerned Claire.
'So it's a lady friend.' Hessam nodded. 'I hope you had a good time with her.'
'I wish.' Peter mumbled and closed his eyes with frustration. Why he had even thought about it?
'What?'
'Nothing.' Peter looked at his partner. 'Just drive faster. We don't have all day.'
'Fine.' Hessam chuckled and looked at the road again.
They saved three lives this day. In days like this, Peter was glad with his job. He came back home tired, but happy. Then he saw Claire. She was sitting on the floor in the middle of his empty living room. Peter frowned. She had opened few old books before her.
'Hey!' Peter greeted her and she looked up at him. Her eyes shined and he could not stop the thought of how beautiful she was.
'Hey you.' She nodded at the books on the floor. 'Look what I found.'
'Where?' Peter dropped his back onto the floor and sat close to her. She pointed him the first book.
'I took them from the Library. This is a compass. This is our compass!' She explained. 'It's the same we have it tattooed in our arms.'
'I can see that.' Peter frowned. 'Claire, this is in Latin!'
'I thought you know that language.' She looked at him. Their faces were close but none of them seemed to notice.
'I'm Italian! I can barely speak that language and you are asking me…'
'Okay.' Claire put up her hands. 'That's why I took another one.' She pointed the book in the middle. 'It says that this model of a compass had been invented in the early Renaissance.'
'Great! A History lesson!' Peter murmured.
'Please just listen!' Claire snapped. 'This compass was not as the usual ones. They thought of it as a Devil Invention.'
'What?'
'Yeah. It also says that his inventor was a gipsy.'
'This is impossible!' Peter frowned. 'Gypsies weren't that clever… '
'The man, invented this compass, was in a certain cult.' Claire frowned. 'They didn't mention what was exactly, but he was an important man. There was a myth that whoever gets that compass it won't stop until he/she find out her/his true destiny. It's like a... guide.'
'Huh?' Peter looked at her strangely.
'Look here.' Claire pointed the third book. 'It says that this compass leads you to your soul and to your destiny.'
'This cannot be true, Claire.' Peter looked at her. Claire turned her head to him too. 'You came to me and my compass showed up after your arrival.'
'So?' Claire sighed and bit her lower lip.
'We can't be…' Peter stammered. 'Because we are…'
'Oh.' Her eyes widened.
'Yeah.' His look fell on her lips.
