My notes: Did you like the first kiss? ;) I always imagined that their first kiss should've look like this. I'm such a Paire dreamer... :D In this chapter - Peter and Claire discussed their future; Peter came up with a plan for the fugitives. Enjoy reading and please review! :)))
Chapter 8 Change The Future
The old suburbs, NY
It was like symphony. Kiss under pouring rain. Even sounded as a symphony, Peter thought. He did not imagine how beautiful and right that moment would have been. Kissing Claire… his Claire…
They slowly pulled back from each other, but did not break the contact. Claire still was with closed eyes. Her lips were half-open and wet and her world was spinning madly. She had to hold on his shoulders to stand still. Claire never had experienced that storm of feelings. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw that Peter looked almost in the same way.
'That was…' he was the first, who tried to say something.
'Just don't say that this was a mistake!' Claire whispered.
Peter shook his head. His hands slipped on her arms and held her waist. His face was calm. Strangely calm.
'It wasn't mistake!' he smiled. 'We probably will go straight to hell for this!'
Claire giggled with hands still buried in his soft hair.
'Probably, but I don't care! You shouldn't either.'
His face turned serious. Claire blinked against him.
'You do know that no matter how we feel, that is still illegal, Claire… ' he said after short break.
Clear took a deep breath and looked at his deep green eyes.
'Still, I don't care!'
'We never would have a normal relationship, Claire. We always have to hide.'
Claire shook her head and smiled at him.
'Don't care!' she sounded confident.
'Your life with me would be difficult. It could destroy you!'
'Peter, stop!' Claire frowned. 'Why did you say this now?'
'Because I'm not sure that I would be strong enough to say this later. I'm giving you the opportunity to pull back…' he struggled with the words.
'I don't want to!' Claire smiled against him again. Peter blinked. She looked so happy and that make him smile toо. 'You are everything that I always wanted! I want you in my life, Peter!'
His smile widened and he put one hand on her cheek with slow caress. That made her closed her eyes again. Claire heard his quiet laugh.
'So you win after all…'
'Mh-mm…' she opened her eyes. 'Don't you know, Peter? I'm always winning when I'm with you.'
He laughed again and pulled her for another kiss.
When they walked out of their room was almost lunchtime. Both looked happy and relaxed. It was as they were not fugitives with whole army chasing them. As if, they're not relatives, who shouldn't be together. Peter and Claire just did not care at that moment.
They stopped at the beginning of the stairs and looked down unsure. Claire looked at Peter and intertwined her fingers with his. He looked her strangely, but squeezed her hand. She shrugged.
'We don't need to hide here. I think that everybody knows about us or at least suspect something.'
Peter smiled and lifted her hand in his to put one gentle kiss on it.
'You probably have a right…'
Claire smirked and they finally came down to the others. They were in the small dining room. Only Mohinder and Molly were not there. Hiro was in the middle of the group. He tried to explain something to Ando.
'You don't get it! We have to act quickly!'
Ando threw his hands in the air and looked at his friend annoyed.
'I told you that you are insane! You don't have your power and already creating plans for…'
'Don't insult me!' Hiro pouted. 'It wasn't my fault that Arthur Petrelli…'
'Guys!' Peter tried to interrupt them.
'You are stupid! Not because of Arthur! You're rushing too much, not to mention that Peter…'
'Guys!' Peter tried once again and Claire giggled.
'You are the one who…'
Peter frowned, trying to reach to their minds, and made them listen. Claire never had seen him to use that power so now she looked at him with curiosity. It works and suddenly the room began quiet. Peter smiled and looked at her.
'That's better. Don't you think?' he winked.
Claire giggled and leaned on his shoulder. She still held his hand and she had no intention to let him go. Peter did not want that either. They both walked in the centre of the group followed of many curious eyes.
'So you're not cousins anymore?' Jason crooked his face. He was one of the first who had seen their hands.
'Nope!' Claire looked at Peter and smiled once again. 'We never were!'
'Too bad! She is too hot!' Jason thought and Peter narrowed his eyes against the boy. He had heard him.
'Be careful with your thoughts, boy!' Peter snapped and narrowed his eyes.
Jason looked him strangely. He had caught the barely noticeable threat in Peter's words. Jason knew what his power was. He knew that Peter could squash him in a minute if he wanted to. Jason preferred himself alive. That's why, he nodded.
'I will!'
'You better!' Peter turned back at him and Jason released his breath with relief. He felt someone to hit him on the back.
'I never saw him like this!' Matt looked at the young boy with pity. 'You better followed that advice!'
Jason nodded once again.
'So what is the problem?' Peter asked Hiro and Ando.
'Hiro want to use Molly and track down all people with abilities in the country.' Ando pouted and looked at his friend with frustration.
Peter looked at Hiro.
'What we are going to do with them after that?'
'Exactly!' Ando threw his hands in the air once again.
Hiro shrugged and blinked against Peter.
'I don't know, but we have to take care of them.'
Peter nodded and leaned his head thinking.
'I agree that we have to warn them, but we can't bring them all here! We're trying to stay under the radar and for now we're going well, but we don't know for how long that would be.'
Hiro opened his mouth to protest, but then closed it and shook his head with agreement.
'I never thought about that!' Hiro said apologizing.
'You're just trying to be a hero!' Ando hit his friend on the back with smile on his face. 'You always wanted…'
Peter exchanged look with Claire. She still held his hand. That gave him strength and he looked around to see everybody.
'Molly could help us, but she is only child and I'm against that. I have her power now, so maybe I could help. We can track down the people like us; just we need a plan to proceed. I suggest concentrating on one state. Then we could proceed to the next one and so on.'
Everybody nodded.
'Since the people with abilities are in danger only here, we can help them to leave the country.' Peter continued. He just came up with that idea.
'I can help.' Daphne said. 'I have friends in France. They could help.'
'Can you trust them?' Matt asked her.
Daphne nodded.
'Okay then.' Peter released one crooked smile. 'France will save us!' he tried to joke and everybody laughed. 'First, I need your help for something else.' He turned to Daphne and she came close.
'Yes?'
'Take Ando. I want from you two to 'buy' some laptops. We are blind now.'
'We are in!' Daphne winked and yelled. 'Hey lightning! Come over here! We have a work to do!' she went to him and both disappeared.
'Walter and Jason have to scan the hostel – in and out. We have to make sure that we are alone and no one is after us!' Peter turned to them and they both nodded before to walk out of the room. 'The rest of us will wait for some news. Once Ando and Daphne turn back here, I insist that every one of us should have a phone. We have to be in contact all the time.'
Tracy, Hiro and Claire nodded.
'But if they track us, they just need to look for an address of this hostel and...'
Peter smirked and lifted his eyebrows.
'What hostel?'
'You already erased it from the map?'
Peter nodded.
'Yeah!'
Hiro smiled at him with admiration.
'Nice…'
Daphne and Ando turned back at this moment. Each of them had a bag on his back.
'Sorry for the delay.' Daphne joked. 'I jumped from the store to pick up some food.'
'No problem!' Peter answered with smile. He was very smiley all morning and it was Claire's fault.
Peter and Claire gave the laptop to each of the member of their group. Walter and Jason came back and told them that everything is checked and they are safe for now.
'Did you trust them?' Claire whispered at Peter until they unpacked the food from the bags.
Peter shook his head barely noticeable.
'Nope! That's way I already checked up the place by myself.'
'You did? When?' Claire was surprised. He did not move from the room.
'Five minutes ago.'
'How...? No, never mind!' Claire shrugged. 'So, when would you kiss me again?'
Peter smirked.
'Is that what you're thinking right now?'
'You know very well what I'm thinking!' she giggled.
He laughed and pulled her close, grabbing her waist.
'All right, then! Come over here!'
Peter leaned down and Claire hugged him through his neck and the kissed in front of everybody.
'Nathan will have a stroke in that picture!' Matt mumbled to himself, but Tracy heard him.
'See that's an idea!' she said smiling at his shocked face.
'Are you serious?'
'Matt, please…' Daphne touched his hand.
'I know, I know… It's not of my business!' he raised up his hands in the sign of truce and went in the kitchen.
The Petrelli Mansion, NY
'Ma, I need you to tell me. Is Peter found you?' Nathan say on his chair as usual these days and had stared at his mother.
'He wanted to know where Molly Walker is.' Angela sat on the opposite chair.
'Who is Molly Walker?'
'That's a girl, who can find the people with abilities.'
'Why didn't you tell me since now?' Nathan raised his voice. His searching for those people would have been lot easier.
'You didn't ask for her! You asked for those people, who are in the country. She wasn't!'
'Ma!' Nathan yelled her, but that didn't scare Angela. She was married to Arthur Petrelli after all.
'Don't talk with me in that tone! I'm not one of your employees!' she snapped and smooth one fold on her skirt.
'Did you tell Peter where she is?' Nathan changed his tone and tried to calm himself.
'No!' Angela looked him straight in the eyes.
'I don't' trust you!' Nathan narrowed his eyes.
'Why should I lie?' Angela lifted one eyebrow.
'Because this is Peter, ma! Your favourite, remember? I wonder. Why you are here?' leaned back at his chair. 'He probably asked you to go with him.'
Angela nodded.
'Yes, he did.'
'Why you didn't go?'
Angela smiled secretly.
'Because, it's not the time!'
Nathan stared her little more, but he didn't asked her what she meant. She never would have told him.
'Last time when I saw Peter, he acted like his future self.' Nathan rubbed his chin. 'This Peter, who came back from the future to shoot me…'
'… to save Claire.' Angela finished his sentence and Nathan looked at her with surprise. 'Yes, you had to see him how dedicated in his work that Peter was.'
'Slow down for a minute! He came back to save Claire?'
'Don't look so surprised! I have dreams, remember?' Angela gave her son one offended look. 'He still cared about her, no matter that her future self wanted him dead!'
'What?' Nathan raised his tone again.
'They were enemies, but now he changed her destiny! I don't see them as an enemies anymore.'
'How do you see them?'
Angela smiled again knowingly.
'Like… family.' She didn't explain the meaning of that word.
Nathan took his own conclusions. Probably they were wrong, but he smiled.
'So Claire is his weakness after all!'
Angela looked at his son with concern.
'If you plan to use Claire to catch Peter, better be careful!'
'Why?' He shot her one look.
'First – she is your daughter and second – you'll sign your death certificate!'
Nathan didn't say anything. He picked up the phone and dialed one number.
The old suburbs, NY
It was night again. Their second night as fugitives. Peter switched off the lights in the bathroom and walked out. He looked at the bed and smiled. This time Claire wasn't sleeping. She looked at him with smile. It was the same smile she gave him when he had saved her at the Homecoming. It was 'You are totally my hero' smile.
'Stop looking at me like that!' he said and sat on the bed beside her. 'I didn't do anything!'
'Oh, you did lots of stuff today. And all was a good stuff!' she looked at him with love.
'If you said so…' he shrugged and lay on the bed. Claire immediately cuddled in him. Peter smiled in her hair and closed his eyes.
