My notes: Hey, All! Hope you like the previous chapter. I'm not in the cheer mood and I'm not in the mood at all! Wonder why? If you're HALO fan you'll understand me. We still hope though, although now it's very little! I know that the last couple of chapters turned this story as an angst one. But... I write what I feel. I didn't feel good now, so my characters also feel the same. One scary morning at the Petrelli house. What? Why?And more...
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Chapter 50 Save Me
Petrelli Beach House, NY
Sylar… Peter frowned in the darkness. Was it possible? Was he running free? Was he capable to team up with Danko? Not that Peter would be surprised if that had happened. He had read Danko's mind. That man was like a machine. No emotions. Pure soldier. Still, he just couldn't find that house by himself. No matter how depressed Peter was, he had taken care of the security for the others. This house was practically untraceable. It had to be Sylar. If he had learned how to use his empathic way of absorbing abilities, he had absorbed the tracing one from Molly. Peter froze. How can he have forgotten about Sylar?
The morning came quickly. Peter almost hadn't slept. He just dozed off couple of times, but he was too unrestful for sleep. He didn't move though. Not even single bone. Claire finally has had one peaceful night. She hadn't changed her position and her head still rested on his arm. Peter felt her hot breath on his bare skin and his eyes closed. She needed him. She needed him badly. He had never felt more needed than now. Claire was the only woman in his life, made him feel in that way.
He felt the exact moment when she started to awake. His hand slipped on her reached arm and followed her shoulder and her curves down to her hip.
'Good morning… ' Claire said still sleepy and snuggled in him. Her body was still soft from the sleep. Peter could not resist and pressed one kiss on her temple.
'Good morning…' he answered quietly. 'How are you feeling?'
'Mh-mm, I…' she jumped from the bed and rushed into the bathroom. It was something usual for her those weeks. Peter continued lying on the bed. His eyes had gazed at the window, and he still was thinking about Sylar.
'NO!' her frighten cry made him jump from the bed too. 'NO!' she screamed again as Peter reached bathroom.
'Claire, what...?' his eyes saw her sitting on the ground near to the toilet.
'I… I'm bleeding…' she cried once again. 'I'm loosing the baby… Peter…'
'Easy… Easy…' Peter tried to stay calm, lifted her up and took her on the bed. He saw the small spot of blood at the bathroom floor and he froze for moment. 'I'm gonna take care for you, just… Relax.'
'I can't loose it… I can't…' her voice hurt him. 'My baby…'
'Daphne!' he screamed and did not even notice how panicking his voice sounded. 'Daphne!'
The door of the bedroom slammed opening and Daphne appeared there.
'Peter? What's wrong? What…' She saw Claire lying in the bed and Peter writing something at some piece of paper.
'Here!' he shoved it in her hands. 'I need those medications now! Quickly as you can!'
'Peter…'
'I'll explain later! Go!' something in his voice made her to run quickly. He sounded frighten.
Peter stared at the empty door for one second, trying to pull together. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the wave of the desperation. Claire needed him now and he had to be strong for her… He had to…
'No!' her cry made him flinch and he understood that he was never going to be strong as far as she was in danger. 'No! This cannot be happening… can't be…'
Peter turned back to see her tossing on the bed. He sat at the edge of it and reached his hands over her belly. The sunlight glowed again through his hands. Now he was sure. Her body was just trying to reject the fetus. Recognized it as a threat… Peter closed his eyes, tried to stay focus. That's what he had seen before. Just his senses were not enough acute then.
'It hurts… ' Claire cried once again and her body tossed on the bed. 'Now… already hurts!'
'Soon will pass… ' Peter tried to relaxed her, but even he wasn't sure that he was able to fix the problem.
'Is it still… there?' Claire moaned and her eyes were wet. She already loved her baby and she couldn't stand the thought of loosing it.
Peter knew what she was asking. He opened his eyes just for second to look at her.
'It is...' At least for now and he was doing whatever was in his power to kept it there.
He felt one cold breeze passing beside him.
'Peter!' Daphne was really fast. 'Here what you're asked.' She said and put one small paper bag on the bed. She saw Claire's pale face and sat at the opposite side of the bed. 'Hold on, honey! Hold on…'
Daphne took her hand and Claire squeezed her fingers.
'Try to breathe slowly, Claire.' Peter had opened his eyes and stared at her face.
'I… can't…' she released her breath in jogs.
'You have to!' Peter insisted.
'C'mon, honey! You can do it…' Daphne tried to encourage her.
'I have to shot you an injection and I can't do that if you are still in that condition.' Peter pulled back his hands and tried to contain his weakness. This healing had taken almost all of his power.
He reached and pulled out some phial ampoule with liquid and one syringe. Peter worked quickly. He pushed the needle into phial and pulled out the liquid. Then he pulled out the whole needle and pressed the syringe until some drops with liquid didn't show up at the top of it.
'Are you ready?' he asked her, but Claire still trembled. 'Claire, follow my voice, please! Breathe in, breathe out. And again – breathe in, breathe out.' As he spoke, Peter tied her hand and tried to find the perfect vain. Then he felt her relaxed enough and gave her the injection. She felt just small pain when the needle penetrated the skin. She flinched for second. 'It's okay, now…' Peter said as he cleaned the place and looked at her.
Her healing ability was almost gone. That made her vulnerable and Peter couldn't stand to see her in that way. It was as part of him was hurt too.
'What did you gave her?' Daphne asked. She already knew that Peter fought to save Claire of miscarriage. Claire still looked panicking and tried to breathe slowly.
'I gave her something to stop contractions and bleed.' Peter said and leaned his head in his hands. He still was sitting at the edge of the bed and his elbows rested on his knees. 'It has to work.' He said more to himself.
'Hold on, Claire…' Daphne leaned and fixed some blonde curls of Claire's face. She tried to smile, but seen her haggard face with closed eyes, made that difficult. Daphne gulped her own fear and didn't say anything. She felt that Claire slowly released her hand and grabbed he sheets, squeezed them tightly concentrated at her breathing.
'Could you please tell the others that we won't come down for breakfast?' Peter said and Daphne nodded and leaved the room. Then he turned his attention back to Claire. She still breathed slowly, as he had told her. 'Feeling better?' he asked quietly.
'A little…' she said, but Peter knew that Claire was still afraid to open her eyes. 'I'm scared, Peter…' her voice sounded harassing.
'I know… Let me see.' He checked for new bleeding, but he saw none. 'Okay, we stopped the bleeding.' The relief in his voice was obvious. Claire opened her eyes and looked at him with hope.
'Really?'
'Really!' he tried to smile, but didn't know if it worked. 'Now let me feel it…' Peter reached his hands and they glowed again. This time, he pressed them on her belly. His fingers moved and she felt the nice warmth. Seconds later, Peter pulled them off.
'Is it still there? In me?' she looked him with fear, but she wanted to know. She wanted to be sure and heard the words, telling her that everything was all right. That her baby was all right.
'It is… Our baby is still in you.' He said quietly and that made her breathe normally again.
'Thank you…' she said and just then felt complete relief.
Peter stood up from the bed and brought her some clean clothes. He helped her change and threw the dirty ones in the bathroom.
'I'm feeling tired.' She said as she saw him coming back.
'That's normal. From blood lost and from the medication. I'll give you the second doze that night… just in case.' He said and sat at the edge on the bed.
'Okay. Whatever you decide, I'll do it! Just…' she reached and laced fingers with his. 'Keep us safe, okay?'
That was the first time since his suicide attempt, when Peter didn't flinch. He just looked at their hands and his face faded. He knew that there was more in her words. He knew that she wasn't talking only for her and the baby. She wanted him to be safe too.
'I'll try.' Peter said and saw her short nod. 'Sleep now!'
'I want you here.' Claire said and pulled him to her. 'I want to feel you. To feel your warmth… Come…'
He couldn't resist on the plea in her eyes. Especially now, when he knew how scared she was just seconds ago. Therefore, Peter slipped into bed and hugged her closely. Claire was lying at her one side and his body followed hers. She liked that.
'That's better…' he heard her sleepy voice and one bitter smile showed on his lips. Yeah, that was better.
Claire woke up at the late afternoon. Peter wasn't beside her. She quickly stood up in the bed and looked around. He wasn't there.
'Peter?' second later the door was wide open and Peter stood at the doorframe studying her face.
'What?'
'Nothing I just…' she blushed with embarrassment and bent her head. 'I just got scared. Forgive me…'
Peter rushed to her and sat beside her. His hand reached and lifted her head.
'It's okay, Claire. You don't have to feel sorry and apologized for anything! It's normal for you to be scared. You almost lost your baby. No one could blame you…'
'Almost?' her voice trembled.
Peter nodded. He knew that she is too fragile now, but he also didn't want to lie her.
'Your body rejected the baby. Apparently, it's still adjusting… '
'But… but why? I thought that everything it's good…' she blinked against him.
'I thought the same also, but… That was coming from your ability. Caring that baby, you provide him all of your strength and that's why your ability is almost gone now. Your body is acting like self-defending mechanism. It just trying to brought your strength back.'
'But I don't want that now…' she almost cried. 'I want my baby.'
'Sh-sh…' he still couldn't stand to see her crying. Peter reached his arms and Claire settled there, hugging him through his waist. 'That's why I shot you that injection and I'm gonna do this again this evening. We're gonna save it!'
'We have to save it, Peter…' she whispered on his chest. 'I love that baby…'
Then Peter told something which he had realized just now. It had surprised him, but suddenly he had realized.
'I love that baby too…'
