Chapter 5

Peter stood by the door listening to his brother's conversation with his mother.

"But ma, shouldn't Claire know that she's not related to us. It's cruel telling her lies, especially when I love her."

"No Nathan, no one is to know anything about this."

"Except me." Peter said as he entered the room.

"Peter. What we said, we were going to tell you."

"No you weren't mum. You were going to lie to us all. Don't deny it."

Peter was sick of his mother's lies. He was sick of everything to do with his mother.

"So, is Jake your son or something Nathan? I thought you weren't going to lie to me?"

"But Peter, I couldn't tell you. You'd become so close to Claire and I thought it'd completely ruin your friendship."

"Ruin it? You've just made it ten times better, because it seems that she's the only one I can trust and I'm the only one she can trust. And Jake, he knew about this all along didn't he? Was he all part of this?"

"Yes Peter, but as we said before, it was for the best." Angela said sternly.

"God dammit, this family is a mess." Peter yelled as he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Claire?" He said softly as he noticed his 'niece', well, friend by the door.

"Did you hear it all?" He asked.

Claire just nodded as she stood up and hugged Peter. Peter wrapped his arms around Claire as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"So we're not related?"

"No Claire." Peter smiled as he brushed Claire's hair away from her face and gently kissed her on the cheek.

The next morning...

"Come on Claire, we're going."

"Going where Peter?" Claire asked as she slowly opened her eyes to find Peter standing by her bedside, with two suitcases.

"We're leaving. We're moving somewhere nice, where there's no lies, no danger and no Petrellis."

"And you?"

"Okay, just one Petrelli."

Claire laughed as she got out of bed. "I'll meet you down stairs Claire."

As Claire ran down the stairs, she noticed Jake standing beside Peter at the door.

"What are you doing here?"

"I had to say I'm sorry for not telling you. It's just that I thought it'd ruin our friendship. I'd hate you to think that I was trying to take over your role in the family."

Claire just looked at Jake and then to Peter.

"It's not Jake's fault Claire. I know I doubted him at first but he's okay." Peter ruffled his new nephews hair. "I mean, he is my nephew and all."

Claire smiled slightly and then stood beside Peter.

"Peter asked me whether I wanted to come with you two, would you mind if I did? If you don't mind, I have all my bags ready and my parents consent." Jake laughed.

"I guess I don't mind."She said quietly before looking up at Peter, not bothering to pay any attention to Jake.

"Well then, that's settled." Peter said as he put an arm around Jake and Claire's shoulders.

On the journey to Costa Verde...

"It's a good job the Bennet's moved out of that house of yours and that Nathan gave us enough money to buy it." Smiled Peter.

"Good job it's all ready for us too and that my family are quite near."

Claire sighed as she looked out of the car window.

"Does Nathan know about us moving?" She asked quietly.

Peter gulped.

"No Claire. He would of gone mad. I just couldn't tell him."

"Oh god." Said Jake.

"What if they come after us?" Asked Claire worriedly.

"They won't Claire. Even if they did come after us, we'd be safe, especially when we can become invisible." Peter laughed as he pulled into a motel. "You think you have the power of invisibility too?" He asked Jake as he got out of the car.

"I don't know. Possibly."

Arriving in Costa Verde...

"Finally we're here. The house looks just like it did when I left." Claire said as he took her suitcases into the house and dragged them up the stairs and into her room.

Claire looked around her old room, trying to picture how it looked before she left. The walls were still light pink, the carpet was still a cream colour and her bed was in exactly the same place it was when she lived with the Bennets. To Claire's surprise, the room looked as though she'd never left. All her stuffed animals were still there, there were still pictures of her as a baby on the walls and there were still ornaments on the windowsill. Maybe the Bennet's knew Claire would be back.

"Claire?" Peter asked as he walked into the young girl's room. "I was wondering where you were. Jake said you were upset or something."

"Upset? Why would I be upset?"

"I don't know. He said something about you hating me and not wanting me to be around you."

"What? I didn't say anything like that Peter. Of course I want to be with you, you're my..." She was about to say uncle but paused. "Friend."

"Oh."

Claire shook her head and then got up from her bed. "Where's Jake?"

"Downstairs in the kitchen. Why?"

"Just wondering." Claire said as she slid past Peter and ran down the stairs to her friend.

"Woah, you look like you're in a hurry." Jake laughed as he watched Claire run down the stairs.

"I am. Why the hell did you tell Peter I didn't want him to be with us?!"

"I didn't." Jake said bluntly before turning his back to Claire and walking toward the fridge.

"Yes you did." Claire said as she pulled Jake toward her. "Why lie Jake? What's the point? Actually, what's the point in you even being here?"

"Peter's my uncle."

"And? You hardly know him. You hardly know me." Tears ran down Claire's face as she pushed Jake away from her as he tried to wipe away her tears. "Get away from me!" She screamed as he pushed her against the wall before planting his lips on hers. She tried pulling away but he held her firmly. In the end, she just gave up trying to pull away and reluctantly just let her 'friend' kiss her.

When Jake finally let Claire go, she turned around to see Peter standing by the door, a confused look spread across his face. Oh god thought Claire.

"I'm getting out of here for a bit, I'll be back later..." She said quietly before leaving the house.

While Claire was gone, Peter and Jake sat on the sofa, watching television and talking together.

"Claire's a real animal she is. She was all over me this morning. Couldn't get away from her." Jake lied as he flicked through the television channels. "Couldn't say I didn't enjoy it though."

Peter just looked blankly at his nephew. He knew he was lying.

What a loser Peter heard as he read Jake's mind.

"Loser eh? You should be careful what you think of."

Jake just looked at his uncle in awe.

"You read minds too?"

Peter just nodded and got up from his place on the sofa. "I can also tell that you're lying...Loser."

Jake just rolled his eyes as Peter stood in front of him.

"Touch her one more time like you did earlier, and I'll rip your body to shreds. Do you hear me? And believe me, I can rip your body apart with my bare hands." Peter held Jake by the collar of his shirt and then pushed him against the wall roughly. "I've warned you." He said before slamming him against the wall again. "Son of a bitch." He muttered before going upstairs and into his room.

Thanks for reading. Chapter 6 will be up soon once it's be written!