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"

Chapter 20 Way

"I hate it when it rains." Claire murmured with her face turned to the window of Peter's car. He threw her a brief look and then looked back to the road. She sighed and leaned on her palm. Her elbow rested on the window and she stared outside. "It's November already! We should have snow here! Not rain!"

"Yeah." Peter murmured back and stopped the car at the underground parking lot. They gout out and looked around. "We have to get out from here and enter through the front door."

"Okay." Claire nodded and caught his hand when he passed close to her. Peter stopped for a moment and looked at her but she just smiled. "Let's go!"

He sighed and shook his head. There was no point of arguing with her. She could win over him now. Easily. He was too weak before her and the worst part was that she knew it. Claire was his weakness. They walked out of the parking lot and looked around. People were rushing over to hide from the pouring rain. The strange red statue with the fountain was still there. In the middle of the Kirby Plaza. Claire winced and Peter looked at her strangely.

"What?" He asked her, but he was sure that she felt the same as him. "What's wrong?"

"Three years…" Claire murmured and swallowed hard. "It's been three years, Peter."

"I know." He nodded.

"I thought that I've lost you!" She shut her eyes for a moment. Peter saw small drops of tears rolled over her face. Claire took a deep breath and opened her eyes again. "I thought that you could remain only a beautiful memory. I didn't have even picture of you and I felt guilty. I felt so guilty about that! I didn't have your picture!" She sniffed and Peter wrapped his arms around her.

"But I'm here!" He whispered in her hair. "I'm here with you and we are strong now! We are together!"

"I know, but…" Claire brushed her face of his jacket. She looked up at him. "I missed you! I missed you so much and the pain was so strong, Peter! I hid it! I hid it from everybody! And that was the worst part! I thought that West could be the guy who could make me forgets about you."

"West?" Peter frowned. His hand touched her face and wiped the tears left her. "Who is he?"

"He was a guy I used to date in Costa Verde." Claire shrugged. "He could fly and he almost made me forget who I was and who I wanted to be!"

"So…"

"He was so immature and… boyish." Claire frowned. "He made fun with his ability and was so reckless! He made me act recklessly! I almost forgot about me and about the life, I wanted to have. It wasn't me!"

"So you two split up?" Peter lowered his voice.

"I called Nathan." Claire smiled bitterly. "I called him so many times that I've lost the count. I just wanted to talk with somebody like me. I needed advice from someone who could understand me. He hung up!" Claire shook her head. "He hung up every time when I called him! If he had talked with me, West shouldn't happen!"

"You wanted to talk to Nathan?" Peter whispered. "Why?"

"Just to talk." Claire shrugged.

"And?"

"You can't read my mind, can you?" She tilted her head.

"Nope, but I could feel that there is something else here." He stroked her hair. "What is it?"

"I was hoping for a miracle." Claire whispered. "Every time I called to him, I wished a miracle!"

"How?"

"I was hoping that he would tell me that they finally found you!" Her eyes locked with his. "I was hoping that he would tell me that you were at some hospital or something. I had my bag ready!" She laughed with sadness in her eyes. "I had my bag ready to come and see you!"

"But Nathan just hung up." Peter sighed and shook his head. "I'm so sorry, Claire…"

"It's not your fault, Peter." She leaned on his palm. "It's not anybody fault. Your brother suffered too. Your mother told me that he got drunk every night. He was living in your apartment, waiting by the phone. He was hoping for miracle too."

"And I was in Ireland and I was with amnesia." Peter frowned. "The Haitian made me forget everything and I was so confused…"

"Hey, like you said – it's over now!" Claire kissed his palm and looked back at him. "Come on! Let's find your brother!"

"Yeah!" Peter crooked his face. "Let's see if we could get any help here." He nodded at the Company and they walked inside of the building.

Angela was staring outside her window. Her office was at the top floor of the building. When her secretary had told her that her son was here to see her, she got little confused. It was not in his style. Peter had never been in this building. He loathed it along the institution it presented.

"Hello, mom." She heard his voice and turned around with thin smile on her face. She was careful in her emotions. They were weakness. Arthur had taught her well.

"Peter?" She tilted her head. "What a lovely surprise." Then her smile went away. "Claire?"

"Yeah." Claire crooked her face. She was standing close to Peter now. "Nice to see you too."

"What is she doing here?" Angela looked at her son. "I thought that she is at her college."

"I'm here, you know?" Claire coughed. She looked her grandmother with suspicion in her eyes. There was something in Angela Petrelli that Claire did not like. There was something in her eyes. They were so cold all the time.

"I know you are here, dear!" Angela frowned. "The question is – why?"

"I came for some answers." Claire looked up to Peter.

"Sure." Angela murmured and looked at them with confusion. Something had happened between them. She was so sure that she could put her finger on it. They were looking and acting normal, but still. Angela could feel something new between them. "Did you get them?" Claire looked at her. "The answers?"

"No." Claire shook her head. "Only more questions."

"We came here to ask you few questions!" Peter took a step before Claire. Angela frowned. She knew that Peter well. He was always ready to protect his Claire. He took it as his responsibility. It was something stronger and even Angela could not fight for it. He had saved Claire three years ago. Nothing had changed now. He still wanted to protect her. "Mom?"

"About Nathan?" Angela threw them another frowned look and then turned back to the window. "He took his family to the Carnival and never got back."

"His family?" Peter was surprised. "I thought that Heidi left him for good."

"She is, but he wanted to spend the day with his sons." Angela shrugged still with her back to them. "His guards could not find him after he went in The Room of the Mirrors. Monty and Simon are good and they are with Heidi now."

"Where is this Carnival?" Claire stood before Peter. "Maybe you could tell us the right direction?"

"Sure." Angela turned around and nodded at the desk. There was a small map. "It's outside the city. Be careful!"

"Okay." Peter nodded briefly and Claire took the map and looked at him. "We are going to The Carnival!"

And one more thing - thank you for reading and reviewing this story guys! You are the best and you are the ones that keep me going with this! THANK YOU!