A/N: New Paire story from me. It's a little different from the others and I hope you like it as well. I also hope for reviews. They always make me feel better and inspired my muse fr more. Thanks to all who'll take their time and share their opinion with me. I'm gonna be grateful. Also - please, please let's make it clear once again. English is not my first language. The reason I'm going without beta here it's because I want to learn from my mistakes and get better. Thanks for your understanding and please let me know what you think of the story. Thank you!

Story: Claire works as a stripper in a night club. Peter distance himself from his family and goes to see her. He inherits his father's fortune, but he's not happy. He's hunted from memories of the night he resorted his powers. Night, spent with Claire.

Few notes: It's AU Paire. Spoilers up to the "Brave New World", but without Claire's jump. Peter and Sylar are enemies. Claire is distant from her family, same as Peter. Isaac is alive. His girlfriend name is Kay (a fictional character, created by Valor95 - thanks for letting me use her); Zack is in New York and is Claire's and Isaac's roommate. Claire is working as a stripper in a night club. Peter can't forget the night he spent with her and goes to see her every night. How they reached to here - read and you're gonna find out. "winks"

Enjoy and review, please!

Loves, Arinna

Chapter 37 The vision

She hit the third month of her pregnancy and the things got complicated. Her morning sickness wasn't only in the morning. Her body got thinner and her face paler than before. Only her will kept her on her feet. Claire smiled though. She was happy. Peter thought this was ridiculous on the background she had. How could be so happy when she couldn't keep her food or even got off the bed for more than a half hour? That was a mystery for him.

Her daily routine changed and she spent most of her time sleeping on the bed or on the couch. When she needed some fresh air, Peter took her in his arms and they flew over the city. Claire fell asleep on their way back home every time. But every time she looked happy. She always told him how much she loved him. Then she talked about the baby they were expecting. Her eyes glowed when she talked about that little creature. Claire loved it with all of her heart. She was ready to die for it.

He stopped asking her about abortion. The subject was too painful for them both. Peter knew she wouldn't change her mind. He was sure of it. He was sure in one more think – he wouldn't let her die. No matter what that could cost him. Claire was his life and he had no intention of losing her.

By the end of her third month was time for their second visit in the hospital. The day they had to go there, started raining. He woke up from a well-known sound. Claire was sick. His moves were smooth and precise.

They reached the bathroom just in time and he helped her while she bent over the toilet. His right hand was resting on her belly and his left was on her forehead. Few minutes later she leaned back on his shoulder breathing heavily. He reached out for the clean towel and then flushed the toilet.

"Feeling better, baby?" He whispered.

"Yeah." A small sigh escaped from her lips. "Thank you."

"We have to get ready for our visit to the hospital." Peter lifted her up in his arms. "Maybe they can tell us something more about the baby."

"You think so?" Her eyes were so full of hope that hurt him. But Peter didn't show her that. He just flashed a smile. "Peter?"

"Yes, I think so." He nodded and helped her to get ready. "They could tell us what's gonna be, boy or a girl. What do you want, baby?"

"I want it to be healthy." Claire shrugged, watching him putting on his clothes. "What do you want it to be, Peter?"

"I want both of you to be healthy." He placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "It's time. Let's go."

He helped her to get off the bed. She laid her hand in his and squeezed his fingers lightly. Her face was still pale, but Claire didn't say a word about her weakness. She was standing right beside him. A small smile touched her face. Peter was so happy to have her right now. She was his true soul mate. His true love. His only love.

"What?" Claire looked at him with unsure smile. "Something's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, baby." He smiled and closed his eyes. When he opened them, they were in the hospital. Claire swayed a little and he supported her. "When we come back home, I'll make you a huge breakfast." Peter forced a smile.

"Yeah." Claire swallowed hard and squeezed his arm. "I can't wait." She smiled bravely.

"That's my girl." He nodded and led her to the doctor's office.

Few minutes later, Claire was lying on the table. She was holding Peter's hand and they were watching the monitor. There was a blur image of their baby. Peter could feel her breathing quickened a little. He moved his eyes on her face and saw the pure excitement there. Her eyes were full of hope. That hit him. The thought itself hit him. Claire was the empath between them right now. She cared more about that child than herself. She loved that little creature. And that creature could kill her. That creature could take her away from him.

"Congratulations. Your baby is developing well." The old doctor cleaned Claire's stomach. "Do you want to know the sex?" He looked at Peter.

"I-" Peter looked at him with confusion. His heart skipped a beat. "Claire?" He turned his gaze on her. "Do we?"

"Yeah, that would be nice." She looked at him with a slight frown. Maybe she had caught his confusion. "We would want to know the sex of the baby."

"It's a boy." The doctor smiled.

"A boy?" Peter babbled. Then he remembered Kay's dream. "A boy!" He remembered his dream, a nightmare he had while he was captured in the Mansion. The vision of the dark future came to him again. The feeling was so strong that he couldn't resist on it. His eyes went empty and he released his grip around Claire's hand.

"Peter? Are you ok?" Her voice was so distant. He looked at her, but his ears rang. "Peter!" Her eyes widen right before he could fall on the floor not feeling anything but the emptiness.

When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on the same table Claire was before his collapse. Peter sighed and looked around. She was sitting right next to him. Her face was pale and her eyes were worried. Her small hand was resting on his cheek.

"You had a vision?" Her whisper came as a surprise for him. She sighed and watched him sit on the table. "I know when you have a vision." Her mouth curled up a bit. "Your eyes went brown and your breathing quickens."

"Claire, I…" he ran fingers through his hair. "Where is the doctor?" He asked instead.

"I told him you're gonna be ok." She frowned. "You just needed to lie down for a while."

"I'm sorry." He jumped off the table. She was right. He was feeling better. "I didn't want to happen in this way. My dream… just came alive."

"Something's wrong with our son? Is that it?" She got off her chair. Her hands were shaking. "You collapsed right after you heard the news. Tell me! You have to tell me!"

"Calm down!" He grabbed her arms. "Claire, please! You don't have to be upset over nothing! Do you hear me? It's not good for you and this was only a dream."

"Something is wrong! I can feel it!" Her eyes were pleading. "Peter, please… I have to know! What's wrong? What's wrong with our son? Tell me!"

"Claire!" He shook her lightly, only because he was afraid to put more pressure on her. "Calm down! Now!"

"But…"

"Just take a deep breath and exhale." He put his fears aside, thinking only about her. "That's right. Do it again." Peter watched her trying to follow his instructions. "Good." He nodded finally. "Now try to relax!"

"But your vision… " Her voice lowered and she grasped his arms. "Peter, tell me!"

"No! We both know that the future can be changed." His hand stroked her cheek. "If there is something wrong or dangerous, I'm gonna fix it! I promise!"

She sank into his hug and she relaxed completely. Peter knew how much she trusted him. He knew how much she loved him. His face went serious. Now he had to keep his promise. No matter what.

"Oh…how cute." His mother voice made him sigh with annoyance. She was standing by the door and her face was blank. As always.

Peter just looked at her and his arms around Claire tightened. He was ready to protect her.