Disclaimer : I do not own Heroes. Sad but true. Don't own the characters either. I have however written this small piece of fiction so don't you steal it.

A/N : Oookay. I know, been a while. Sorry. However, I hope this chapter makes up for it. I like it a lot. And yes, the headache will be explained. Also, with the recent developments on the show, I was thinking about taking this down as I hate to be wrong and have the wrong info in a story but I figure it can't be helped... Whatevs. New chapter coming soon!

Claire knew that she needed to do something. To put herself out there. She had to make sure that he knew exactly how she felt and exactly what she wanted. The only problem was, what was it exactly that she wanted?

Peter was almost twice her age. That's a huge difference when you really think about it. But he was kind and could be so goofy at times that Claire didn't think of him like that. He was just Peter. And he was just sitting with his laptop when she emerged from her room.

"Hi." Claire said softly.

"Hey. How's your head?" Peter asked her. He always gave Claire his full attention when talking to her.

"It's fine now. I dunno why it was hurting."

Peter knew. He had spend the last couple of hours looking over articles and news stories and webpages online to try and find why the girl who could heal herself couldn't shake a headache. The only theory he had right now was not one he liked because it had to do with Sylar.

"Yeah. Weird. Did the meds help?"

"Yep. You were there when I pretty much passed out." She reminded him.

"Right."

There was an awkward silence.

"What's for breakfast?" Claire asked.

"Dunno. What do you want?" Peter replied and led her to the kitchen.

"Food. Preferably edible." She joked.

"Right."

They bustled about the tiny kitchen gently knocking into one another every now and again. Claire was doing this on purpose and she giggled to herself.

"What?" Peter asked.

"Oh, nothing. Just, stuff." She replied vaguely.

"Okay."

They continued on throughout breakfast and the dishes afterwards without saying much at all. Small talk mostly. Claire watched Peter for signs that he was watching her back. There weren't many. And she took even the slightest, teensiest word or touch as a sign. She knew she was being crazy. She knew he didn't want her back. But finally she couldn't help it any longer.

As Peter handed her a dish to dry, Claire took his hand and pulled him over. As he was caught off guard it was not hard for the petite girl to do.

Unexpectedly, she kissed him. A soft, delicate kiss. It was a perfect first kiss for the duo. Claire could feel him faintly kiss back but before he could really react, she pulled away.

Standing in front of him now was a pretty, smiling girl. He wasn't denying that he hadn't wanted to kiss her before but, it would be wrong and complicated and she was in his care! He couldn't let this happen. Not like this, not while they were still in danger.

She was still standing there, waiting for him to say something or do something or anything. Was she wrong? Maybe she really had been looking too deeply into those little things she called hints and clues about his feelings for her. Oh, how could she be so dumb?

Her smile faltered.

Neither moved. Neither spoke.

Finally, Claire decided that she had been embarrassed enough. She left the kitchen. Then she left the small apartment. She'd go for a walk and decide how to apologize. She could come back later and say sorry. Right now she just needed to get away.

Right now, it was Peter's turn to be left alone.

He felt horrible. But he knew what he'd do once she returned. If she returned. He knew. He'd kiss her back.