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 8 The home

He hated it. Yeah, he really did hate his destiny right now.

Peter looked at her and millions of inappropriate thoughts passed through his mind. Claire was sitting on the cold floor. Her golden curls hang over her shoulders and she had focused over the books. Her blue sweater and tight jeans did not make his job any easier. Peter was standing by the window. He had crossed his arms before his chest and his eyes stared at her. Claire did not seem to notice anything around her. She had focused over the old books and now she even led notes.

Peter sighed and pulled his hands into the pockets of his blue jeans. Then he frowned. There was his compass. The compass he had taken from Noah. Peter pulled it out of his pocket and opened it in front of his eyes. The needles twirled like crazy. Then they stopped. Peter frowned and tapped the compass's glass. Nothing. The needles had frozen, pointed at Claire.

'What is this?' He heard her. Then he looked up and saw her close to him. 'Hey! I saw this same compass in the books! From where did you have it?'

'Well,' Peter coughed. 'Your father gave it to me.'

'My father?' Claire placed hand over his forearm.

'Yeah.' Peter placed the compass in her hand. Claire looked at it with curiosity. 'You know that we fought and then he got stabbed?'

'No.' Claire shook her head. Her eyes had focused over the small object in her hand. 'He told me that you fought with some guy. Then he had stabbed on his way home.'

'Oh.' Peter frowned. He was surprised that Noah had told her the truth. He was always trying to protect his daughter. Even if he knew that, she was indestructible. Claire was something special to Noah. She was special to Peter too but the reasons were very different.

'Yeah.' Claire looked up at him. 'He told me that you saved him.'

'That's my job.' He shrugged.

'I know but for me is something special.' Claire rubbed his arm. She looked at him in the same way she did when he had saved her back in Odessa. She looked at him just like this when she had called him her hero. 'Thank you, Peter.' She whispered and before he was able to react, she kissed his cheek. 'Can I take the compass and look at him in the bedroom?' She asked quietly.

'Sure.' Peter nodded. He barely suppressed the urge to reach and touch his face.

Claire hid in his bedroom and flopped onto the bed. She lay on her stomach and buried her flaming face into the pillows. She had kissed him. She had kissed Peter! Damn! Her head swam and she could not think of anything else now. What had happened to her? She was too overwhelmed and just gave up to the emotion. She had seen his confusion when she had pulled back. Peter had thought her as a weirdo now. Claire was sure. It was bad idea of coming here in the first place. But she did it. The reason was simple – he was the only one she could trust. He was the only one that made her feel safe. Why she had not thought of her impossible love to him first? Why she just gave up and came here?

'Because I love him.' She whispered in the pillow. Her face burned and her heart pounded in her chest.

Claire sat on the bed and hugged the pillow. She looked through the window. Her thoughts were mess right now. Her feelings were not any better. There was a time when she thought that this would go away. She thought that it would get easier with the time. It did not. It was even worse. Her heart still belonged to him.

She shook her head and a bitter smile rose on her face. Peter was a distant star to her. She could not reach him. He was close only in her dreams. Claire sighed and looked at the compass in her hand. It was antique and the glass was broken. But still worked.

Claire placed the pillow back on its place and frowned. She focused over the compass. It was easier than to think about Peter. Yeah, it was a lot easier. If only she was able to do that.

Peter stared at the closed door. It was usually open most of the time. Then Claire had arrived and now it had closed. He shook his head and touched his face. He could feel her kiss on his cheek. It still burned his skin. Peter cursed and looked through the window. It was dark outside. It was evening again but he did not bother to turn on the lights. Darkness was the better option now. He closed his eyes and leaned his palms on the window. It was raining again and for his luck, he had a day off tomorrow.

'Fuck!' He cursed again. 'She is your niece damn it!'

Yeah, keep telling that. His mind betrayed him. Like that's going to help.

Peter sighed with frustration and went to cook a dinner. He had a feeling that he would become the greatest cooker ever. Now with Claire around he was more than sure. He had to distract his thoughts from her. It was dangerous and absolutely unacceptable.

'We have to find the meaning of this compass.' Claire said while they ate their dinner. 'I mean that it has to mean something!'

'I know.' Peter shrugged. 'But I'm not sure that I wanna know.'

'What?' Claire dropped her fork onto the table. 'Why?'

'First – it could be dangerous.' Peter frowned. 'And second – it could be dangerous!'

'I can't be hurt!' Claire pouted. 'I came here to ask for your help!'

'Claire…'

'What?' She stared at him. 'Do you know that it's the first time I feel good after the pyre?'

'What are you talking about?' Peter was not sure that this conversation would lead him to something good. He had seen that look in her eyes before. She was up to something and he was not sure if he was going to like it.

'I've tried to live normal.' She leaned back on her chair and folded arms before her chest. 'I've to be just an average student and keep it low. I'm tired!'

'You are tired of being yourself?' Peter rose up an eyebrow.

'This is the point – I'm not normal! I've tried and it didn't work!' Claire frowned. 'I don't know why I'm even trying! When I'm trying to be normal I hurt everyone!' She leaned elbows over the table. 'I hurt my mom, my dad… I cannot remember the last time I talked with my brother. They are suffering, because I'm trying to be someone else.' Claire smiled bitterly. 'You are the only person, making me feel part of something. You are the only one, who could understand me!'

'This is so familiar.' Peter chuckled lightly. He got off his chair and dragged it to her. He sat and moved closer to Claire. His fingers touched her face and wiped her tears. Just then, Claire realized that she had cried. He lingered his fingers longer than it was necessary. She would not mind. She even leaned on his palm. 'It was the day of my explosion over New York. We were at Kirby Plaza and you were sad.'

'You remember?' She whispered and her eyes locked his. His thumb skimmed over her cheekbone.

'I remember everything.' Peter whispered too. Just then, Claire felt in home. He was her home.