My notes: Hey, All! Hope you like the previous chapter. I'm still on crappy mood, but that didn't stop me to write another chapter. Little scary from the beginning and fluffy at the end. I really tried to recall the emotions of Claire this time. I mean, being 19 and understand that you going to have a baby, it's little scary I guess. So... What can you read here - Claire has to make an important decision; Angela has a scary dream; Special dinner; and more... Enjoy reading and please, please review!:)))

Chapter 25 Special

Petrelli Residence, Paris, France

She walked again through that corridor. It was dirty and dark. Only few lights guided her to the room at the end of it. She was scared, as every time she got passed through it. But she had to reach that door. The sound of woman's screams made her rush through it. Then she heard well-known voice.

'For God sake, don't do this to her… She's your daughter…' Men's voice. Pleading voice.

Angela pushed the door and what she saw froze her blood. Claire was lying on the floor, bleeding. Her hands clutched her stomach. Her eyes widened from scare. Peter had held aside. His body had all covered in blood too. His eyes had filled with anger and helplessness.

'Nathan, please… Let her go… ' he whispered painfully.

Despite of all dirtiness, Nathan wore perfectly clean suit and leaned over Peter.

'Why should I let her go? She is useless to me!'

Peter breathed harshly.

'Because… she is your daughter and… she is pregnant with my baby…'

'That's why she is useless…'

Nathan turned back and pointed gun at Claire.

'No!' Peter's scream mixed up with Angela.

Angela woke up shaking. She breathed heavily.

'We have to go back!' Angela said in the phone receiver.

'It's too early to wake me up!' she heard the voice of Lora at the other side of the line.

'We have to go back! Nathan it's going to make a terrible mistake!'

'Nathan?' Lora was already awake.

'Nathan… He would made things even worse!'

'You have to go alone. I don't think that it's a good idea for me to…'

'Get dress and meet me at the airport 8 o'clock sharp!' Angela hanged up the phone and got dressed. She had to protect her son.

Petrelli Beach House, NY

'We're going to have a baby, Claire!' Peter looked at her knowingly.

'What?' she was almost in shock and that was the last thing expecting to hear from him. 'It can't be possible…' she shook her head in disbelief.

'Can and it is.' Peter talked carefully.

'But… but… how?'

He raised his eyebrows ironically at this question and she blushed.

'Okay, I think I know how, but… Are you sure?'

'I am the one with medical education, so allow me to be sure…'

'But I can't be pregnant! I can't!' Claire jumped from the sofa and went to the window. She was in shock. Clearly in shock.

'Why not?' Peter carefully walked to her. He did not want to scare her more than she already was.

'Because… because, I can't!'

She felt lack of air and reached hands to grab something to hold on to. This thing was Peter. His hands grabbed her arms with strong grip. He pulled her back on the sofa and she heard his calming voice.

'You have to breathe slowly, Claire. C'mon, follow me! Look at me! You have to listen, or you will pass out!'

'I am not… ' she argued, but followed his lead.

Minutes later, the panic attack was over. She still held his hands tightly.

'So… I'm pregnant…' she said with disbelief.

'I told you that might happen, but you refused to listen!' Peter said softly. His hands slipped from her elbows to her hands and he squeezed her lightly.

'I thought that… Never mind!' Claire shook her head. 'I am scared Peter!' she looked at him with teary eyes.

Peter reached his hands and wrapped her body. Her head rested on his shoulder and she had hugged him too. He also was scared, but she was the important now. She didn't have to know. He had to be strong for her!

Hour had passed before Peter could felt her body entirely relaxed. Claire had fallen asleep. He decided to take her up in their bedroom. She was so small in his arms, but at the same time fitted so perfectly. He gently lifted her up. Claire did not wake up. As he passed through the hallway, Peter met Matt. His eyes were worrying.

'She is okay…' Peter whispered and tried to hide his thoughts, but obviously, he did not succeeded.

Matt 's eyes widened.

'What?' he said louder, but Peter frowned and pointed at Claire with his head. 'Are you sure?' Matt said quietly.

'I am and she is scared enough so please, keep that in secret for few days?'

Matt nodded, but he was still surprised from the news.

He followed them with eyes as they climbed up the staircase. First friends, then lovers, now parents? How fucked up this story could be?

'Hey! You should see your face!' Daphne touched him light on his arm, but hat was enough for stressed him.

'Do you have to sneak on me like that?' he said and looked at her.

Daphne frowned.

'I'm not sneaked on you! You looked at the staircase and I just…'

'Never mind!' Matt waved with his hand. 'What's up?'

'The lunch is ready and I though that we could call Peter and Claire to…'

'They will eat later…' Matt took her hand and dragged her into the dining room, before she could ask him something more.

Claire slowly opened her eyes. She didn't know how she fell asleep, or how long she had slept. The first thing she saw was Peter, leaning above her with calm face and loving eyes.

'Hey sleepy head…' he said and helped her to sat on the bed. She didn't ask how she got here, because it was obvious.

'Hey…' she said rubbing her eyes.

'How are you feeling?' Peter reached his hand and touched her face with loving caress

Claire shrugged and leaned on his hand.

'I am still little scared I guess…'

Peter's eyes became serious. He pulled out his hand and shifted uncomfortably. His look dropped down and avoided hers.

'If you think that this is too much for you and you cannot handle it, we could make one little procedure and you would be fine again.' He said with deaf voice.

'Procedure?' Claire looked at him questioning, although she already knew what he meant.

'Yeah… We could go to my former colleague to put us in the hospital. Then no one could ever know that we've ever been there. You just need to ask and I will make arrangements.'

'Let me get this straight, you said that if I want I could make an abortion and you don't mind it?' Claire frowned.

Peter still avoided her eyes.

'Yes…'

Claire remained silence for a moment. He was ready to put his feelings aside and to put hers first.

'If I make that procedure, would you still love me?' she asked carefully.

'Of course I will…' he answered immediately and took her hands.

Of course, he would love her, but Claire felt that if she took that step that would put a giant abyss between them. Because if she did this, that meant that she could think only for herself. Peter was not that kind of person, so Claire thought that the woman, who would standing next to him should not been either.

She already had decided. Claire leaned ahead and touched his face. Peter lifted his head and looked at her. Little smile appeared on her face.

'You don't need to make any arrangements.' She said and saw in his eyes that he was hoping for that kind of an answer.

'Are you sure?' he did it again. He thought for her first. 'I'm not going to lie to you. Since we are blood relatives, the baby could not be normal… I mean…'

'It would be fine! I can feel it! You'll see!' she was really hoping for that. 'We're going to have that baby!'

Claire saw the relief in his eyes and smiled again. It was strange but now she didn't scare anymore. Even felt little exited and… she frowned, hungry.

'I think I'm hungry!' she said.

'Okay, but why are you frown?'

'I need butter…' Claire looked at him confusing. 'I don't like butter, Peter!'

Peter laughed.

'Obviously, someone else likes it!'

'Bad baby!' she said playfully and both laughed.

Somewhere over the ocean, Petrelli Private Plane

'How could I agree with this?' Lora snapped and took her glass with champagne.

'You have no other choice!' Angela snapped and threw one look at the cloudy sky. 'Since we get there, I want you to listen to me!'

'You know that this is not going to happen!' Lora took a sip from her glass. 'I will follow the plan!'

'I told you, there is no plan when my son is involved!' Angela snapped again and tried to contain her anger. 'Last time I trusted you, I'm not going to do the same mistake again!'

'You can't do anything against the fate!'

Angela released one thin smile.

'If my son is involved, I could do more than that! Just watch me!'

'We'll see…'

'Yes, you'll see!' Angela brought her look back to the window.

Petrelli Beach House, NY

'Why does everybody stare at me?' Claire murmured as they came down for dinner.

'They not stared at you! We just missed the lunch and they are concerned…' But Peter sent one thought to Matt.

'Did you tell them?' he threw a look at his friend.

'Of course not!' Matt answered him and Peter nodded barely noticeable.

When they sat on the table, Claire looked around and frowned.

'I don't see any butter!'

'Butter?' Tracy lifted up her eyebrows. 'You don't like butter! And now it's dinner, why…'

'I'm going to get it.' Peter intervened, jumping from his chair.

Everybody looked strange at her and Claire blush a little. Soon Peter came back with the butter and everybody started to eat. Claire took one giant slice of bread and smeared it with the butter. She liked her lips and decided that this would be good with meat and rise.

When she took the first bite, she noticed that Peter looked at her smiling. She smiled too, with full mouth.

'Oh, my God! You're pregnant!' Daphne said with loud voice and the table began quiet.

Peter frowned at Matt, who dropped his fork from surprise.

'I didn't tell her! Swear to God, I didn't!' he raised his hands.

'Is it true Claire?' Tracy looked at her with curiosity.

Claire gulped painfully her last bit and blushed.

'Yeah…' her voice trembled.

'We have to make an examination.' Mohinder said seriously. 'Since this case is special…'

'We'll have enough time!' Peter interrupted him. 'Let us leave her eat!'

Everybody turned back to their meals, but they knew that this situation was special. Claire looked at Peter with gratefulness. He had saved her again and now he gave her his smile. She smiled him back and continued to eat.