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 50 It gets better after High School
Her eyes. Her smile. Her sad little smile...
Peter just lay there, watching her in her sleep. She was smiling in her sleep. Her hand was laying over his chest, tangled in his shirt. It was as if she wanted to make sure he's there and he's safe. Peter covered her hand with his. His eyes never missed her face. She was so beautiful, and she was his. His own treasure, the meaning of his life. She shivered in her dream, probably the baby was kicking her again.
"Shh-shh..." He hushed quietly and his hand slid on her belly. "Sleep my boy, just sleep okay? Let your mommy sleep as well. She needs it to be happy and healthy." Peter rubbed her belly. "We need her in our lives, my boy. We both love her, so please calm down, okay?" His voice was soft and soothing. His eyes were focused on Claire's baby bump. He could feel the warmth in his hand. It glowed with a soft light, the healing light Claire needed right now. "I'm so scared, my son." He said quietly. "I'm so scared we're gonna lose her. I'm not gonna blame you, I swear... but I just can't-", his voice cracked."-can't live without her. I don't know how to do that."
"You don't have to." Peter heard Claire's sleepy whisper. "I'll be okay."
"You can't promise me that." He avoided her eyes. "Just can't."
"You will be there."
"Yeah, but-"
"You are my hero"
"That hero can't help you right now, Claire." His eyes went dark. "That hero put you into this situation. I should've been more careful. I should've been-"
"Stop it!" She interrupted him with angry voice. "It takes two for this!"
"Yeah, but-"
"Shut up!" Claire lean back on her elbows and tried to sit on the bed, suppressing a painful moan. However, she looked angry. Her eyes narrowed when she finally sit up, leaning back on the headboard. "You really don't know what you're talking about! You're trying to tell me that you feel sorry for your kid? Is that is?"
"What? Claire, I didn't mean that!" Peter just leaned on his elbow, looking up at her. "You know what I meant!"
"Sometimes, my life is not what it matters." She still looked angry at him.
"It matters to me, damn it!"
"Our son's life is what you need to think of now!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"Claire!"
"Do not talk to me with this voice, Peter Petrelli!" Her face wrinkled and this time she couldn't suppress the painful moan, escaping from her lips. "Damn it!"
"Claire?" His eyes were full of worry when he pressed his palm to her belly. His son's kicks were too intensive and even he could feel that. "I'm so sorry!" His voice was barely a whisper. "I didn't meant to make you suffer, my love."
"It's okay." Claire placed her palm on his face. She hated when he looked so weak. Her annoyance just flew away right in this moment. "Peter, please... calm down okay? I'm okay, see?" Claire covered his hand with hers on her belly. His hand was warmer than hers and she rubbed it lightly. "You're strong, baby. You don't have to look so broken right now. Nothing happened, nothing bad happened."
"I feel so helpless." He rested his head close to her protuberant belly with his hand still there, covered by hers. "I hate that, Claire."
"I know." She slowly ran her fingers through his hair. "But you have to believe... You have to have some faith, Peter. Do you remember what you told me when we first met?"
"Mh-mm." He muttered. "It gets better after High School?"
"...and you were right." Claire smiled to the memory.
"I was just a smart ass, trying to impress a cute girl." Peter chuckled lightly, despite his worry.
"Oh were you?"
"Uh-huh." He felt really good in that healing and warm cocoon she had formed around him right now.
"But I was only a schoolgirl." Claire kept stroking his hair. "Are you saying that you were trying to hit on me then?"
"Uh... no?"
"Then?"
"I just felt like... like you needed someone to tell you this." Peter shrugged lightly. "Besides, you were too young for me then."
"I was sixteen!"
"Exactly!"
"I still think you hit on me then." It was more of a teasing voice from her side. She just tried to distract him from his dark thoughts.
"I beg you pardon!" Peter looked up at her. "If someone was hitting on someone then, it was you."
"I was hitting on you?" Claire looked at him with amusement. "I was not!"
"You were!"
"I wasn't!"
"You were!"
"I wasn't!"
"Oh, c'mon!" Peter furrowed his brow and tried to imitate her voice. "What was that "You are totally my hero!" look you gave me?"
"I was trying to thank you for saving my life." She blushed. "It was nothing."
"Alright."
"I'm speaking the truth!"
"Uh-huh."
"Peter!"
"So you were thanking like that to everyone who saved your life?" Now it was his turn to tease her. "You've had such bedroom eyes then and I almost kissed you in that cell!"
"Bedroom eyes?" Claire went from blushing to bright red. "That's a flat out lie!"
"Oh really?"
"Yeah."
"Only Noah's presence stopped me then."
"...and because I was sixteen?"
"Yep." He felt his son kicks again and used his healing ability on her. "Shush, my boy."
"You should stop using that ability, Peter." Claire slid her hand from his hair to a side of his face. "It makes you weaker."
"It's helping you." He insisted stubbornly.
"I won't say it's not helping me, but just... you have to think of your own health, my love. We both know that using that ability is not good for you."
"Claire..."
"Promise me you'd be careful using it!"
"Okay." He muttered, but they both knew that he wouldn't do it.
Claire fell asleep few minutes later, and Peter tucked her in, before he could slide out the bed. He put his light-blue shirt on and ran his fingers through his hair. It had grown a lot and his bangs were just as long as Claire liked them. She loved to play with his hair. Peter just took a deep breath and with a final look at her, got out the bedroom. It was just in time, because his cell rang.
"He-"
"I told you to be here few hours ago!"
"Easy, mother!" He hissed in the phone.
"It's urgent!"
"So I've heard, but I'm not sure if I want to go there."
"Peter!"
"Keep your voice down and just remember to whom you're talking to!" Peter scowled. "You can tell me on the phone!"
"It's not something that can be told on the phone." Angela lowered her voice and if he didn't know her better, Peter would have thought that she's worried. "Please?"
"Alright." He muttered and hung up the phone, heading to the door.
"Don't!" Kay's voice stopped him on his half way to there.
