Over The Years

Part fourteen

Disclaimer: Not mine

PETER

I think I finally found a way for me and Claire to be together, and nobody would know absolutely anything about the whole uncle-niece thing.

We could move.

If we left New York, then the only people who knew who we are would be gone. It would be our little secret, we wouldn't have to feel guilty, or think someone is watching us. We could just be together.

Now, I have to find a reason to get away from here. And a reason for Claire to leave…that one might be a little more difficult considering she's nineteen. And then, we would have to do the hardest part…tell Nathan.

That could be worse than facing Syler…or blowing up…

Two weeks later

I got a high paying job at a hospital in New York. Claire and I talked it over, and she says she's going to tell Nathan tonight that she's going with me. I wonder how he'll take it…

There was a sound in the hallway, and I walked over and pulled open the door. Then I immediately pulled Claire into a hug. "You told him didn't you?"

"He's so mad, Peter." She muttered into my shirt, which was getting wet from the tears pouring out of her eyes

I took a deep breath. "Claire, you know as well as I do that this is it."

There was silence for a moment/

"We are leaving Peter." she said softly. "I love you and I'm sick of asking like we are just -"

"I know." I said back, just as softly. I looked around my apartment. "We might as well start packing up my things. We can get your when we are done."

She nodded and pulled away from me. We just started working in silence. "What do you want to bring?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. What do we need?"

She smirked at me, making me want to laugh. "Considering what I have? Everything."

Then I did laugh, and threw some books into an open box. "Then pack everything."

She frowned. "Peter…"

Now I rolled my eyes, and smirked back at her. "What do you want me to say, Claire?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. I just don't want to pack everything."

"And why is that?"

"Because," She said dramatically, "then I have to unpack everything when we get there!"

I just laughed at her. "That's usually the way things work."

She frowned again. "Well I don't like it."

I walked over and wrapped my arms around her waist. She put hers around my neck and smiled up at me. "I don't care." I smirked, leaning down to kiss her. She kissed me back and put her legs around my waist, then the unthinkable happened.

The door of my apartment burst open and Nathan charged in. "Peter what were you thinking letting Claire-" He broke off and stared at us.

Claire dropped to the floor her eyes wide. I looked at his hands on Claire's waist, then moved them quickly. Nathan was still staring. "What the hell…"

"Nathan-" I started.

Nathan looked at Claire, then me. "Don't talk to me. Either of you." He glared at Claire. "Have fun in Las Vegas." He looked at both of us in disgust, then walked out the door.

"Nathan!" I yelled, running after him. I caught him in the hall. "Nathan-"

"Are you going to try to explain this Peter?" Nathan yelled.

I winced. "It's kind of a hard thing to explain-"

"You bet it is!" Nathan roared. "She's my daughter! You're my brother!"

"I know!" I yelled back. Then I took a deep breath and started again. "Look, do you really think we would do this if we couldn't help it? We tried, Nathan. We really tried. But we just couldn't-"

"I don't want to hear it, Peter." Nathan said. "As far as I am concerned, you and Claire are both no longer members of this family."

I stared after him as he marched off down the hall.