Disclaimer : I do not own Heroes. I don't. This story is all me, though.
A/N : Ok, I've been having a nasty bit of writer's block since I last updated. I had no clue of and still don't know what to write. Hopefully, this is ok. Also, thanks to all my wonderful reviewers. If you have any questions about anything in my story, please ask. I know I'm just an amateur writer so sometimes I miss writing down what's actually in my head... Right... Enjoy!
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Peter looked up as Claire entered the room. Her arms were full of Chinese food which she had insisted on going to get. And she had insisted on going alone which had made Peter worry but now that she was back, he relaxed a little.
"Food's here!" She called out. Clearly, she had not seen him yet as her voice was louder than usual and she hadn't looked his way.
"Yum." He replied.
Claire was surprised that he had been sitting right by the door, in the dark, waiting for her.
"You scared me." She informed him.
"Sorry. So, what did you get?"
"Um, chicken fried rice, sweet and sour pork, mixed veggies, and some fortune cookies."
"Cool. Sounds like a meal." Peter flashed Claire his signature lopsided grin.
"What can I say? I have good taste."
"Let's dig in."
"Wait!" Claire stopped him. "Just sit down. I have something for you. Go. Sit." She motioned for him to sit at the small dining room table.
He obeyed.
"Close your eyes!" She instructed him.
"They're closed."
Claire slowly tiptoed out so she was standing beside him. She smiled at the amount of control she seemed to have over Peter. She set the small rodent on the table in front of Peter.
"Open."
Peter opened his eyes to find…
"What is it?"
"It's a little guinea pig! I saw it at the pet store a couple days ago. You know, the one by the grocery store? And he was just so cute! I named him PJ."
"Claire, we don't have a cage or food or the money for a pet. Where were you going to keep him?"
"For now, in the box that he came in. At least, until I can find a cheap cage." She could tell that Peter did not approve. So she thought fast. "I just, wanted something to keep me company."
That stung Peter. Hadn't he been so good to her? He was there for her. He was here for her right now. But instead of arguing this point all he could think of was how that guinea pig could replace him.
"I want you to take it back."
"No."
"Claire, this is my place. You need to ask me before you buy animals and stuff that should be discussed with me first. So, take it back."
"Fine. Don't wait for me." She said angrily.
Claire scooped up the little piggy and the box and left the apartment, slamming the door behind her. She walked the four blocks to the small plaza where she had gotten her pet. The exchange was quick. She showed the woman working there the receipt and told her some lame story about how Peter was allergic and she hadn't known. She had her $20 back and she headed home.
As she walked, Claire kept getting a prickly feeling along the back of her neck. As if someone was following her. But whenever she turned to look, no one was there. Finally, the apartment building came into view. Claire wasn't thrilled at the idea of facing Peter. Not when she had screwed up and he had been so anal about having a small animal live with them. But she began to run anyway. Something around her just didn't feel right. Before she could make it to the door, a hand grabbed her arm and spun her around.
Even in the dark, Claire could tell who it was. Her eyes grew wide and she let out a small scream before the man covered her mouth and dragged her off into the night.
Peter ate his dinner by himself. He knew that Claire might not come back right away. Hadn't this same sort of thing happened before? Claire storming out like that over something small. So he ate alone. In silence. At one point he thought he heard Claire calling out to him but he couldn't feel her powers so it couldn't have been her.
Where was Claire?