A/N: I have to say that I'm surprised by the positive reviews of you all. I have to admit that I've had second thought about this fic. I wasn't sure if I want to do it. But I though that I was just give it a try. The second reason - there is something really personal I put in Claire. So this fic is kinda emotional to write for me. Hope you continue enjoy it! 'The plot is absolutely different. And now, before you start reading this I think I owe you this too:
Let's skip the misunderstanding: English is not my first language, but I'm really trying here. So, if you think that it's hard for you to read - just don't read it! The reason I'm in this alone it's because I have updates every day. I love my readers and I want to pleased them in that way!
Story plot: The Compass' is inspired of the new volume of Heroes, called 'Redemption'. I have to be honest (some of you may hate me for it, but I have to say it), the only good thing I saw up until now is the Paire hug. We can see that they still have that chemistry that made them our OTP. Still think that related them was the biggest mistake of the show, but sadly, it's the fact. I have to say one more thing - 'The Compass' starts when the new volume starts BUT there is nothing in common after that.
Rating: It's definitely M for the later chapters. I have to say that I love to write Paire as M. "winks"
Warnings: Well, it's Paire so that means incest. I wish they were CANON, but eh.
Spoilers: Volume 5 - up to episode 4.
What else... um nothing. Enjoy reading and I wish you like the fic! Thanks for the nice input after the first few chapters guys! I'll keep going and I hope you'll keep reading. "winks"
Chapter 55 Child
Peter looked at the person before him and he could not believe in his eyes. It was someone he had never expected to see ever again. There was not in his plans and he preferred to stay away from these people. But apparently they had found him again.
"What are you doing here?" Peter frowned and held the door open. "I thought I'd never see you again, people!"
"It's only me." Lydia answered him and peered over his arm to the inside of his apartment. "I kind of ran away."
Peter glared at the tall brown-heard woman before him. He would never thought of her as a part of some carnival right now. She wore simple blue jeans and black trench coat. The only colorful thing in her was her bag. It was huge even for her sizes. Although her voice sound sincere, Peter had been lied too many times in his life. He had learned to be cautious in a hard way. But Lydia really looked upset about something. Peter could sense the lie and there were no vibrations around her indicated on that.
"What are you doing here?" Peter lowered his voice. "How did you find me?"
"Hiro." Lydia said simple and looked around nervously. "He helped me to here and I knew I had to come and help you."
"You knew?" Peter frowned.
"Peter please!" Lydia fixed her hair. "Let me explain it to you first and then you can decide, trust me or not."
He did not answer. His eyes narrowed and searched for every small sign of a lie. There was none. Peter sighed and let Lydia inside of his apartment. He closed the door carefully behind her and followed her in the living room. They sat on the fancy coach, which Peter was sure that it was his mother's idea. He would never buy such expensive thing, more so – he hated it. But he was not here when Angela had "taken care of" his apartment.
Lydia placed her bag on the ground, close to her. She looked around with curiosity and when she finally stopped her look back to Peter, her face faded. Peter tilted his head.
"You have five minutes." He lowered his voice.
"Good." Lydia licked her lips. "Claire is in danger."
"What?" Peter frowned. That was the last thing he had expected to hear from her. She supposed to be on Samuel's side. They cared only for Claire's baby. Peter did not know the details but he was sure that whatever Samuel had in mind, it was crazy. "What are you talking about?" He hissed. "I brought her here to save her from any danger! The danger are you people!" He snapped.
"Samuel is." Lydia looked at him with apologize in her eyes. "He thought only for the best of his own. I know him and trust me; he could care less about anything else."
"I know that!" Peter waved with his hand impatiently. "Why do you think that Claire is in danger now?"
"Well, it's not her exactly." Lydia shifted on her place. "I think that it's the baby she's caring."
"My baby?" Claire's voice echoed in the room and Peter saw her stood by the doorframe of the bedroom. Her face looked pale and she held the door to support herself. "What's wrong? Why its in danger?"
"Claire!" Peter jumped off his place. "What are you doing here?"
"Tell me!" Claire insisted with her eyes focused on Lydia. "I have to know! What's wrong?"
"You don't have to worry!" Peter helped her to the couch and helped her to sit there. He dragged a chair and sat close to her. "I thought you wanted to sleep."
"Yeah, but I lost my sleep after her words." Claire stirred.
"Are you feeling cold?" Peter was ready to jump off his place again. "You want a blanket?"
"No!" Claire snapped. "I want to know why my child is in danger!"
"It's too strong for you." Lydia took Claire's hand. Claire winced with her touch. It was cool compared to her warm one. "But I think I can help you. I could try. It's too late to give up on it."
"I won't give up!" Claire's voice cracked. "Whatever the cost is; I'll pay it!"
"Claire." She heard Peter's voice and looked at him. His face faded. She knew how scared he was right now. He always was when it comes to her safety. Now when her life was possibly threatened, he looked even worse.
"I'm serious." Claire tilted her head and looked at him carefully. "You know what I think and you know what I want."
"Not if it's too dangerous for you!" He insisted.
"Well, it's too late now." Lydia interrupted them. "We just have to deal with the new situation."
"New situation?" Claire looked confused. "And what do you mean by that – "it's too strong"?"
"One by one." Lydia took a deep breath. "Samuel's plan was to get you two in the Carnival family."
"His target was our child?" Claire frowned.
"And Peter." Lydia glanced at Peter. He kept silence. "Peter is an empath as Samuel's brother, Joseph was before his death. Samuel thought that he had to have an empath in his family. He said that he needed such a man to protect all of us. Then he saw Peter's face tattooed on my back, he got obsessed with the idea. "
"It wasn't only my face there, was it?" Peter spoke just now.
"No." Lydia made short pause. "Claire was there too and…"
"Sylar." Peter hissed.
"Not only." Lydia coughed. "See, your images were only the way to other picture… a bigger picture. He saw a child and he saw all the salvation in the world, implicated on it." Lydia's face faded. "He told me that he has to have that child in his family. That would help him to get even powerful than he already is."
"He's not gonna have it!" Claire hissed furiously.
"But why you said that Claire's life is in danger?" Peter frowned.
"I can't see the face of that child." Lydia looked at Claire carefully. "I can't see your face clearly."
"And that's why you think that I'm in danger?" Claire flinched. "What we could do now? I won't give up!"
"You don't have to and you can't!" Lydia shook her head. "I want to help you, both of you. I don't think that Samuel uses his clear mind already. He's delusional since he saw this."
"And you're feeling guilty?" Peter tilted his head. "you just showed to him what he wanted to see. You can't control your ability. We all know that it doesn't work in that way."
"But I don't want to be responsible for his actions." Lydia's face faded. "I want to save that child and the life of its mother. No matter how powerful it might be, it's a child!"
"What do you want from us?" Claire looked at Lydia and tried to control her breathing. She was scared but not for herself. She just could not stand the thought of her child being in danger. "What we could do?"
"I thought that you could let me stay with you and get the clear picture." Lydia shrugged.
"Clear picture?" Claire frowned with confusion.
"Yeah. I couldn't see that child for Samuel, but maybe you could help me with this. You are the mother after all. Maybe I could see a face or something that could help us with all this. Maybe we could save you both."
"Peter?" Claire looked at him with plea in her eyes.
"You could take the couch." He sighed and looked at Lydia. "I'm with you in this!"
