A/N: Five yeas later everything looks good, but only on the surface. They can never be the same again. Claire is living in the Petrelli Mansion. She's trying to have a normal life and she's about to graduate from the University. The dark side in Peter rises and their lives are about to be changed forever.

Note: It's AU Paire fic. It's not the typical Paire fic you're going to read. The dark notes here are highlighted. I've never written such Paire fiction before. It's dangerous and it's a challenge for me to write it, but I'm going to try it.

Rated: M

Couple: Peter/Claire

Warnings: Again, it's AU. I don't own Heroes, sadly. The dark themes here are highlighted.

Enjoy reading,

ArinnaVal

Chapter 35

Few hours earlier at the Petrelli mansion,

Manhattan, New York

"What are you doing here?" were Angela's first words in the moment she sensed her younger son in the room. The feeling was unmistakable, because wherever he went, Peter was bringing his own atmosphere with him. "You asked me to stay away from your life and this is what I'm doing right now."

"You know why I came," he didn't go near her. Angela could sense even that. She was staring at the fireplace and didn't bother to turn around and face him. Why? she didn't know, but certainly it wasn't out of fear. Although, she had every right to be afraid of him. Yes, he was her son and she loved him, but she couldn't recognize him anymore. Peter had changed, completely. He wasn't the sweet, innocent and dreamy boy as before. Now he was cold and distant. Angela wasn't sure if he was able to feel anymore. Well, maybe Claire was his only exception.

"Actually, I don't know why you came Peter." Angela finally turned around and she almost felt sorry about it.

Peter was standing by the door, leaning on the door frame. His black jacket and jeans, contrasted on the pale skin on his face. His hair had grown a bit, but his hazel eyes remained cold. His arms were crossed in front of his chest and his posture made her feel nervous all of a sudden. He wasn't supposed to be here, Angela thought. He wouldn't come here if there wasn't something to do with Claire. Yes, because she was the only person in his life right now. She was the only one he was able to love, if he still had this feeling in him. Or maybe... if he had it that her old son wasn't that far away. If that Peter was capable of love, he still could be saved.

"Your thoughts are really entertaining, mother." He said with a small smirk dancing on his lips. "I have to say that I'm surprised. You want me to be saved? Saved from what? We both know that you made me like this! You and dad. Oh, you know what? I almost forgot about him," Peter pushed himself off of the door frame and now his arms were resting at the both sides of his body. "Speaking of our wonderful family... I wanted to ask you few questions. Also, I want you to be honest with me and I really hope this time you will." He walked to her and sat on the couch, near the fireplace. "I don't want to hurt you, mother. But... we both know that I will if you're not honest with me."

"What do you want to know?" Angela didn't even tremble. She took the couch opposite Peter and crossed her legs. "It's about Claire?"

"Of course it's about Claire," Peter stared at her. "Everything it's about Claire in my life now. You know why? I don't think there's something else that makes sense. You know that already. You know everything, mother. We both know that you dreamed about it and the reason I know that is, because I saw your thoughts. I saw your dreams and I have to say that I was scared at first. I tried to fight, because silly me, I thought what I think for Claire is wrong. I tried to fight and punish myself for loving her."

"It's still wrong, Peter." Angela said quietly.

"Fuck you and your lies!" Peter yelled all of a sudden and Angela jumped off her place. "I'm sick and tired already! If you want to lie the whole world, that's fine by me! I don't fucking care! But you lied to me! You lied to your own family! Why? Was it worth it? Look where are you now, huh? You live in an empty house, surrounded only by your precious objects and your lies! This is what you did to yourself, mother!" He got off his place, his body shaking from anger. "But I'm tired, mother! I'm tired of your lies and I just thought that if I could ask you nicely you'd be honest with me and I don't have to read your thoughts!"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Peter!" Angela frowned.

"Oh, really?" He furrowed his brows mockingly. "You don't know? Meredith Gordon!"

"What about her?" Angela trembled barely noticeable.

"She's alive, mother!" Peter leaned closer to his mother. "I saw her when I was at Level 5! I helped her escape, but I never let her know my name. Never let her see me even. I lost her tracks for awhile, because I had to come back and stop that ridiculous marriage. I picked up her tracks again, few weeks ago. You know what she's doing?"

"I didn't know she was alive," Angela shrugged and Peter grabbed her shoulders.

"I told you! Stop with the lies! Just stop it!" He shook her and forced her to get up on her feet. "I want to know why you were keeping her back in Level 5? Why you wanted us to think that she died in that fire? What are you hiding?"

"We wanted you and Claire to move on from that story," Angela was staring at him. "We wanted Claire to have a normal life, life she deserved to have after everything she's been through. You can't give her that life, Peter!"

"We? Who are we?" Peter insisted and released her from his iron grip.

"Bennet and I," Angela lowered her voice. "This is why we were so concerned when you two found out about Nathan. We knew that as soon as you find out, you're going to call Claire. We also knew that you were the only person that could make her believe that's all true." Angela skipped a beat. "We knew about your connection since long ago and how strong that connection can be. She didn't pick up when her father was trying to call her back then, but she picked up immediately when she heard your voice."

"How... how do you know this?" Peter frowned.

"We put a small device in her mobile, so we could... control her conversations." Angela shrugged.

"You... what?" Peter blinked furiously and clenched his fists in anger.

"We tried that with your phone as well, but you kept changing it." Angela looked at him. "Then after everything that happened after that... we thought that Claire is gonna have a better future if she lives her, with us. We didn't give her the name Petrelli of course. I don't have the legal right to do so, because you are the head of the family."

"She doesn't wear that name with a reason, mother!" Peter snapped. "I didn't recognize her with a reason."

"You wanted her for yourself," Angela narrowed her eyes.

"That too!" Peter tilted his head. "But also... she doesn't wear that name, because she's not a Petrelli."

"Of course she is!" Angela hissed. "Just because you're sleeping with her, that can't just... disappear."

"I know what happened before she was born, mother!" Peter lowered his voice and leaned to his mother. "I... know!"

Few hours later, Peter and Claire's flat

New York

"What is that supposed to mean?" Claire started at Peter. "You have to tell me!"

"And you have to start thinking about that life, you're caring!" He frowned and nodded at her belly. She put her hand there and rubbed it softly.

"I am thinking every day, but you promised to tell me, Peter!" She insisted. "What happened with my mother and father before I was born? So, this is what you're doing every night? Investigating? And my mother is alive? Oh!" She frowned. "I wish that baby would calm down and sleep already."

"I told you," Peter murmured and his hand rested over hers on her belly. "You're not thinking enough and I should've told you all this after the baby is born."

"I wanna know now!" Claire snapped.

"Fine!" Peter sighed and looked back at her. "You are not Nathan's daughter."