Title: A Wrong Deed (Sequel to It's So Wrong )
Rating: M-- PG-13Author: wicked18writer
Summary: 'It's So Wrong Sequel', Post-Homecoming, 2 months after 'It's So Wrong'. Living adjustments, Plaiddy, temptation, and jealousy.
Pairing: Unrequited Nathan/Claire, actual Peter/Claire.
Disclaimer : I do not own Heroes….but I am one. No I'm not. I've got to stop lying.
A/N : Tired must sleep. Please reply. Don't think it's wrong, I liked this ship before he was her daddy. Damn those plot twists with their plot twistness.
It had been two months since Claire Bennett had unexpectedly taken up residence in his home.
It had been one month since she turned eighteen.
It had been one month and one day since she and his brother had started 'dating officially'.
And sadly, it had only been twenty minutes since he last thought about Claire Bennett naked.
Nathan Petrelli knew he was the kind of creepy old man that stared at teenaged girls in the mall that made them point him out to their friends, giggle, and then put an extra swish in their hips just to taunt him but, she was living in his house. Temptation was hard to resist when it was exactly what you wanted, exactly what you know you shouldn't want, and more precisely something your brother already has.
Before Claire, Peter had never actually dated any girl Nathan found attractive.
Before Claire, there wasn't any girl Peter dated that Nathan doubted he couldn't steal away.
Nathan was handsome, powerful, and charismatic. Peter was a nurse. End of story. But, still on days like today, Nathan couldn't help but wonder what his little brother had that he didn't.
Claire walked into the living room with a bowl of popcorn in her hands. She frowned when she saw him.
"Are you working in here?" She glanced at the obvious work related papers scattered about on the coffee table. "Because Peter and I wanted to watch a movie and the T.V. in the play room has been permanently tuned to SpongeBob and the T.V. in the den is occupied by Senora fancy pants." Claire had some interesting names for his wife, Nathan liked 'the rolling Jackie O ho' the best.
"I'll move." I start to gather my papers as Peter walks in holding two glasses. I glare at him.
"Use coasters."
"Sure thing." Claire replied for his brother. Nathan glared at her. He hated it when she replied for other people. She was always trying to answer a question before you finished saying it, just guessing at what you were asking, most often being wrong. She also had begun a creepy habit of finishing Peter's sentences.
"Peter do you want to-"
"Watch the action movie first?" Peter did it too. After ten or so years of marriage Nathan didn't even know what his wife's favorite movie was. Although he had the vague notion that it was something foreign.
"You read my mind." Claire smiled as she settled the bowl on the table and leaned back into the couch, getting comfy. Peter popped the DVD into the player and sat down next to Claire.
As I left the room I caught Peter putting his arm around Claire's shoulders and Claire in return kissing him quickly on the cheek before snuggling into him, preparing for the movie.
After a few weeks it was clear Claire wasn't going anywhere so, Nathan decided to go on the offense with the 'live in cheerleader' situation. Nathan released a statement to the press saying they had taken in a teenager who was escaping a devastating abusive adopted family situation, as a favor to an old friend of his father's.
He had Claire write a letter to her father saying if he or her family contradicted this statement in any way she would claim he had been sexually assaulting her. A substantial threat but Nathan thought it was necessary. When they received his reply all the note said was, 'The Bennett's no longer remember having adopted a daughter.'
When Nathan and Peter questioned her about this she told them about the man who could wipe memories. She ended up in tears, Peters arm's around her rocking her and making shushing sounds.
It made Nathan throw up in his mouth a little.
An hour and a half later Nathan went to see if the movie was over, as soon as he walked in the room he was greeted with the sight of Claire's bare back. He couldn't see Peter, who she was straddling, but Nathan really didn't want to see Peter.
Claire had freckles on her back; it was tan, and toned. Her hair was swept to the side. She was tilting her head back and moaning—
"Nathan what the hell?" Crap. Apparently stealth is not one of his abilities. Luckily lying is.
"Stop having sex on my couch." Claire was pulling her shirt back over her head.
"Nathan get out." Peter also shirtless was sitting up; Claire was still in his lap.
"I need the red folder on the desk." Peter frowned, moving Claire off of him, to retrieve the folder.
Nathan glanced at Claire who glared and stuck her tongue out at him. He mouthed, 'Very mature.' She gave him the middle finger. Then Peter smacked the folder on his chest.
"Here. Now get out."
"I mean it Peter, I don't need the maid finding fluids on my couch." Peter looked like he was turning red.
Nathan turned to leave and as he did he heard Claire giggle.
"What an asshole." Nathan smiled, Claire was so much better than what his brother deserved.
There was only one tabloid reporter who was convinced there was something going on between Nathan and Claire sexually. He stalked Claire home and wherever it was she went. He showed up at every press conference, or benefit Nathan attended. And he always wore this plaid hat that he probably thought looked cool…but it didn't. And it helped Nathan point him out in a crowd to his security people.
In the second to last week before the election there was an incident. Apparently the annoying tabloid reporter Nathan had internally named 'Plaiddy' had been given an ultimatum by his boss. Plaiddy needed hard proof of an extramarital affair between Nathan and Claire, or he needed to find a new job. Plaiddy's solution, get a couple of thugs to carry camera's with big flashes instead of guns and cause Nathan to crash his car with Claire in it. In the police report filed later, Nathan heard Plaiddy thought that if Nathan and Claire were in a 'minor' accident that Nathan would slip up and express his true feelings for Claire in a fit of worry and sorrow.
The man was a complete wack-job.
Although when Nathan thought about it, if he didn't know that Claire was indestructible he might just have reacted like that. As it was the minor accident ended up causing a 'minor' amount of eighteen thousand dollars worth of damages to his car. Which was now scrap metal. Nathan apparently escaped with nothing more than a manly eyebrow cut due his air bag, Claire wasn't so lucky, her air bag didn't deploy.
The biggest problem with the accident was the injuries Claire sustained, the amount of people who saw her injured, and the worry that those people would see her heal.
Nathan didn't know what to do. He just stared at Claire all bloodied and broken and he was just overwhelmed. It was the Heidi car accident all over again, Nathan just disappeared. Not physically because flying out the roof of his car in the middle of a gawk fest would have been very bad. No, Nathan just mentally checked out. Both Nathan and Claire were rushed to the Hospital.
Where Peter was waiting with a plan to hide Claire's non-injuries. Freaking hero complex much. Nathan really wanted to kick Peter's 'I've got a plan' ass.
"I've got a plan." Peter said to Claire and Nathan as he ran along the side of their gurney's as they were being wheeled into the hospital.
Of course Peter had a plan. Ass. Nathan watched with a groan as Peter grabbed Claire's hand and turned to the EMT pushing Claire.
"This way, we want to have a CT scan right away." Peter was using his nurse-y voice. That was when Nathan realized Peter was wearing his scrubs. The EMT didn't question a thing; he just followed Peter's directions.
Nathan was taken into an emergency room to be checked out. When he was pronounced fine and very lucky he checked his cell phone, which had been vibrating like crazy during the exam. There was a text from Peter, 'Snuck Claire out of Hospital U tell Doc U Legal Guard Have Own Priv8 Doc'. Nathan had to admit it was a good plan, horrible grammar but a good plan.
No one would question the almost senator Nathan Petrelli about the welfare of his charge, not after all the publicity he, Claire, Heidi, and Peter had been doing to make it seem like Claire was a welcomed addition to the family. Nathan smiled inwardly at Heidi's ability to act like she liked Claire even though the two fought almost daily about mundane household rules or chores.
As Nathan was approaching the desk he got another text. 'Don't B Ass Use Charm Voice Not Assy Superior Voice –C'.
"Funny." Nathan said to himself. Claire could be a real bitch sometimes.
"God that's hot." Nathan also said this to himself but he didn't mean to because the twenty something male nurse who was currently bending over to retrieve a clipboard for Nathan to fill out his insurance info heard it and now probably thought Nathan was checking out his ass. Super. Just, great.
When Nathan got home from the hospital he was tired, sweaty, and hungry. Nathan decided to take a bath because that always refreshed him. Nathan striped himself of his clothes on his way to the master bath. Opening the door in his boxers Nathan was greeted with the most unpleasant sight he'd ever witnessed.
Claire and Peter having sex in his shower. Now that was the definition of a wrong deed. Way wrong-er than Nathan wanting Claire, because Peter was getting Claire…against his shower door. Nathan was never going to be able to shower in his shower again. The shower where Peter and Claire were having sex.
After a full three minute freak out, Nathan realized he'd been standing in the doorway of his bathroom where his brother was currently having sex with the newly not jailbait girl of his dreams, and he was just standing their watching…in his boxers.
As soon as he completed that thought he ran from the room, slamming the door, which was bad because it probably alerted the occupants that someone had walked in on them having se-no, no he was not going to think about Claire's body and especially not Peter's body on Claire's perfect body having, having, intimate relations.
No. Not intimate relations. Sex. Sex sounded way better than calling it intimate relations.
Either way what Nathan just saw was not in accordance with what was morally right or good in any way shape or form.
It was just so wrong.
A dirty wrong deed.