Claire could hardly breathe standing there in front of the paint faded sign saying, 'subway'

Claire could hardly breathe standing there in front of the paint faded sign saying, 'subway'. Why did the bus have to be out of service and more importantly why couldn't she find a damn cab. For the first time in 2 years; Claire wished she was still in New York City.

Claire decided to take a small step down into the subways dreary staircase. Her foot doesn't even leave the ground before she lets out a tiny squeal and jumps back. Why couldn't she have a normal fear like most people? She could deal with spiders, snakes and the dark, but when it came to subways; Claire was terrified.

A loud ringing noise awoke Claire, from her thoughts.

"Oh no", Claire mumbled.

She hadn't realised she had been standing here for so long. School had just been released from across the street and 90 of its students took the subway. Claire screams went unheard as she was pushed forward by the endless swarm of relentless teenagers, all leading her into the subway. There was no going back now.

"Wait your afraid of trains?" Peter couldn't help but laugh a bit as he let his question slip.

"Well not exactly I'm afraid of subways, so I guess, I could count trains too", Peter burst into tears of laughter; Claire glared at him and began to walk away in the opposite direction.

Peter stopped and ran back to her, catching her arm in his hand.

"Claire look I'm sorry, It's just I've never heard of someone whose scared of subways before", Peter stared down at her, his apology written across his face.

Claire mumbled her response.

"Come on, I'll hold your hand, it's just faster to catch the subway, that's all"

"Ok", Claire managed a small smile.

Peter wrapped his hand tightly around Claire's, and couldn't help but smile more; as he felt her grip tighten around his.

"So what exactly created this fear of subways for you", Peter asked Claire, who now had his arm in a death lock, as they waited for their train to arrive.

"Umm you'll laugh"

"Claire I don't think anything could be funnier then your fear of 'subways'", Claire glared once again at him, but it went unnoticed, so she continued.

"My friend Zach; back in Texas, told me about a witch that rides on the trains down in the subways and will kill you if she sees you" Peter looked at Claire as if she had to be joking, "Oh I'm terrified of witches too, hance the subway fear".

"Claire, you do know there's no such thing as witches…" Peter was forced to stop what he was saying, because Claire had slammed her hand over his mouth.

"Shh Peter she'll hear you", Peter grabbed Claire's arm and pulled it away from his mouth.

"Claire, calm down your being ridiculous".

"Pe…AHHHHH" Claire screamed and jumped, as the sound of the train's horn was blasted throughout the long tunnel.

Claire began to run around like a chicken whose head had just been taken off, Peter pulled her towards him and did the first thing that came to his mind to calm her, he kissed her. The kissed had been so quick, that Peter wasn't even sure it had happened and Claire seemed to be trying to figuring out if it even occurred at all.

It may not have been important to the two now, but the reason behind the kiss had been fixed; Claire was motionless. But now a new question had been answered for Claire.

Claire Bennet was in love with Peter Petrelli.

Claire stood motionless as she waited for the train to pull into the station.

A loud horn was blasted from the opposite side of the tracks, Claire jumped around in panic; just the sea line express.

"Are you ok?"

A deep voice echoed from behind. Claire jumped again.

"It's ok, I'm not going to hurt you", Claire watched cautiously as the man came out from behind the pillar. Dressed in a white button up top and jeans, Claire couldn't help but admire his clearly muscular physique beneath his top.

"Sorry it's not you really".

The man smiles and comes to stand next to her. The lack of space between them should worry her, it doesn't.

"Then what is it then?"

"I'm afraid of subways" Claire's not even sure why she said it, but it's out there and she have to be prepared for the consequences it holds

His reaction shocks her.

"Well that makes sense", Claire looks over to be clear he isn't silently mocking her or holding back a mouthful of giggles. He isn't.

"Do you play?" Claire points to the guitar his got hung behind him. She mentally slaps herself for stating the obvious.

"Yeah a bit" The train blasts its horn, as it pulls into the station. Claire doesn't flinch.

"This one is mine", Claire steps in and turns back around to face the brown hair stranger.

There's a long pause. Then he talks again.

"My name is Peter"

Claire's heart breaks, It had to be Peter; Of course.

"Claire", she answers with a sad smile.

The doors close. The train moves down the tunnel and Claire finds it hard to hold back the tears. Eventually she finds it impossible, falling down to ground, a heap of tears and unheard cries. No one notice's the broken girl on the train's floor, maybe New Jersey isn't any different then New York.

"Claire?" Peter awakes to the smell of pancakes, Claire's specialty.

He slaps himself, hoping that she didn't hear him say that name.

"Good morning honey", a brown hair women; who lacks anything resembling the cheerleader, walks in a places a kiss upon Peter's cheek.

Peter sighs in relief, she didn't.

"Mmmm smells good"

"I hope you didn't mind I decided to cook you breakfast"

Peter doesn't.

"I found a recipe for pancakes in a box, in the cupboard over there" She points to Claire's cupboard; left un-touch for 2 years, until now.

Peter does now. His smile slips.

"It's fine"

She brings him a plate of pancakes, Peter tries to hide the fact that he doesn't want to eat them, she notices, she always notices.

"What's wrong with them? I did everything the recipe asked"

Peter smiles, "Nothing I'm just not very hungry".

She seems happy enough with that answer.

"You can't judge what you haven't tasted yet Petrelli" Claire stated, while mixing the gooey mixture around in a big bowl.

Peter sighed. "Ok, I'm just saying I never liked pancakes before"

Claire stopped mixing the batter in the bowl and looked up at Peter, with a shocked expression on her face.

"You never liked pancakes before?"

"Well I guess I haven't really tried them before"

Claire dropped the spoon she had been holding; into the mixing bowl, splashing bits of batter on Peter and her.

"You've never tasted pancakes before!!"

"Nope not really"

"Your mom never made you pancakes for breakfast?"

Peter laughed, "Claire, does my mom look like someone who would be covered in flour and batter and wearing an apron".

Claire laughed in response, "Ok maybe not". Claire began to laugh; more to herself.

Peter moved his finger up to his cheek and wiped a bit of batter off that was stuck to it. Looking down at the sticky mixture, only one thought came to his mind. He through the mixture at Claire, hitting her right on the nose; ten points, Peter smiled.

Claire stunned by Peter's actions stopped what she had been doing. Claire moved her finger to make sure the mixture had actually hit her and it wasn't just her imagination, her finger connected with the sticky mixture; Claire looked up disbelief all over her face.

"Peter?"

Peter pretended to know nothing of how the mixture came to be on her nose; suddenly finding the stain on one of his cuboards rather interesting; 'Hey that does look like Abraham Lincoln", Peter thoughts were interrupted, by something rather gooey colliding into the side of his face.

Peter turned around instantly to see, the young cheerleader holding a large amount of pancake batter in her tiny hands.

WACK!!

It collided with his face. Peter wiped it away with his hand

It was on.

Screams could be heard throughout the apartment building, as Peter and Claire chased each other; with a handful of batter in their hands. The walls of the said apartment would have to be washed; Claire often missing Peter because of his tricks.

"Hey no fair, no powers"

Peter just laughed, coming up behind her and pouring the bowl on top of her head. Claire let out a loud yelp. Peter laughed.

Claire spun around grabbing Peter unexpectedly, and rubbing her hands; with what was left of the batter, into Peter's hair. Peter let out a low grown.

"Claire!!"

"Yes??" Claire looked up at Peter, both now covered from head to toe in batter.

Peter wiped a bit of batter off her face, with his finger, putting it into his mouth he smiled.

"This is really good".

Claire smiled.

Peter smiled back in response, knowing something for sure now.

Peter Petrelli was in love with Claire Bennet.

"Ok I'm going to get ready for work"

"Ok", Peter looks up, when he still feels her presence looming over him. He hates when she does that.

"What is it?"

"Just take one bite, I just want to see if you like it, after all we will be living together soon and we can't live on Chinese forever"

Peter smiles, and takes a bite. She leaves, Peter goes into the bathroom and throws it back up. It's nothing like Claire's, but still he hasn't been able to eat pancakes for 2 years now. He goes into the kitchen and tips the rest in the bin. Peter decides on toast for breakfast this morning.

Peter takes her hand as they walk up the stairs to the Petrelli mansion.

"Ready?" Peter turns to face her.

She smiles, "Of course" she puts her hand back into his own and he can't help but flinch a bit; as he feels the cold ring slide against his palm, the ring never meant for her.

The one reason why he had brought her here tonight, it had only been a week since they had announced it, yet his mom still insists they plan straight away. Invitations are to be organised tonight.

"I love you Peter", He stares back smiles, yet even to him it feels cold.

"Nicole…"

"Well were you ever going to ring the bell or just stand out here or night?"

Save by the bell.

"Nathan", Peter gives his brother a friendly hug.

Nathan gives a friendly smile towards Nicole.

"Well come on in, Ma's in the sitting room waiting for you too".

Peter and Nicole walk on in. Peter drops her hand, when he walks into the sitting room.

Nicole doesn't seem to notice his urgency, to be free.

No one does.

"Ok tonight I thought we would do invitations, is that alright?" She makes her presence known as she always does.

Peter sighs.

"Yes that is fine mom"

Nicole smiles, walking over to where Peter is sitting, taking her seat on his lap, "Yes sounds like fun".

Peter tries not to look annoyed.

Another night begins.

It's been hours, and Peter's pretty sure he doesn't know anyone of the 500 people who are supposed to be invited to his wedding. Nicole doesn't seem to care, laughing along with Angela as they talk about the scandalous politicians that came to her wedding.

Peter was so sure that tonight, he would be allowed to go unnoticed, sitting at the back of the room; only answering questions when he was required too.

Then it comes, and Peter isn't sure if he should yell out her or cry.

"So Peter, did you want to invite Claire?"

Peter gets up and walks out.

Nicole's face is covered in confusion.

Peter doesn't come down for dinner.

Angela doesn't seem to notice or care.

Nicole decides it's best to go looking for him. Excusing herself, after dinner; she leaves.

The Petrelli house is very big and Nicole decides it's best to start with his bedroom.

It's empty.

"You weren't find him there"

Nicole spins around, to see Nathan Petrelli standing behind her.

"Where we I then"

"Her room, but I think its best you don't go there, he doesn't like it when we go into her room"

Nathan walks away into his study. Nicole follows closely behind him.

"Who's Claire?" Nicole asks, knowing she be getting more then one of her questions answered.

"She was Peter's …Everything…friend"

"Oh ok. What happened?"

Peter had heard about people, who found something that they always wanted, too do forever. Peter always thought he would never find something like that. That was all until he kissed Claire, and he realised this is what he wants to be doing forever.

They kiss, it lingers and it deepens. Peter can't get enough.

He moves his hands so they are now holding her head between them. She sighs, he loses it. The kisses become more rushed and Peter forgets where they are.

"Will you two stop making out and get over here it's our turn"

Nathan never forgets.

Claire laughs and gets up to leave, but before she does she leans back in for one more, bad mistake; it's never one more, when it's with her.

"Come on you two"

Nathan's tone is becoming more serious.

"Ok Nathan", Peter answers taking Claire's hand in his, the two walk into the building along with Nathan.

Nathan had been trying to get his good guy persona up, since the day he had decided to run for senate and donating blood had been his next conquest. Peter had opted to come, after explaining he does it twice every year anyway, Claire smiled and said she would come too.

Peter and Claire had to be careful not to let the nurses witness their healing powers, but after years of practice; Peter had it down.

Nathan was all smiles as the camera's clicked away while his blood was being drawn. After the pictures were taken, the photographers left and Nathan stopped smiling.

"Oww that hurt"

Peter looked over at his brother, "Not really"

"Well I'm sorry, if I don't feel as if I got a paper cut when I slice my hand open with knife"

Peter and Claire both laughed.

"So is this like a family thing you guys do every year?" The nurse walked back in asking.

"No" Peter laughed.

Nathan leant over to hit him, immediately wishing he didn't; his arm hurting again.

"His my brother, but Claire she is my girlfriend"

"Oh I guess that makes more sense, you guys don't really look related" The nurse laughed and ticked their names off.

"So will you guys, be coming back next year then?"

"Sure why not", Peter answered not really interested in what the nurse was saying; Claire had gotten up and wasn't looking to good. It only took a moment before Claire fell forward hitting her head hard on the ground, the amount of blood rushing out of it scared Peter; although he knew she was going to be ok soon.

It had only been low blood pressure; the cause of Claire fainting, but because Claire had hit her head, The nurse dialled 911.

Claire was rushed to hospital. Peter held onto to hand, wondering why she hadn't woke up just yet.

A blood transfusion was needed, Peter knew she wouldn't need on, but denoted his blood anyway. The nurse had said they were the same type.

3 hours later Claire awoke.

The doctors question Peter when he said, he would change the head bandage.

No wounds. Claire was fine.

They kissed again. If Peter was to know that it was to be their last, he would of lingered just a bit longer. All maybe not have stopped at all, the thought scares him, he lets it go.

The nurse comes in, "Claire you very lucky to have someone in your family with 0- blood, it's very rare to find".

Peter and Claire stop.

"You must be mistaken, Peter and I aren't related"

The nurse looked down at her papers and frowned, "One minute", she left.

They were alone and Peter didn't know what to say.

10 minutes later she walked backed in, "I have gone over your records and you are certainly related, by the looks of these…Uncle and Niece, sounds about right".

It doesn't sound right to Peter, Not at all.

She leaves again.

'I guess she was wrong, we must look like we are related' Peter thinks to himself.

Peter looks over at Claire; tears in her eyes, which he is sure, are in his too.

"Claire?"

"Peter? What do we do now?"

"You come home with me and we will work it out tomorrow"

They get up and leave. Both know everything has changed.

"Nothing", Nathan answers "Nothing".

Nicole leaves.

Peter is outside waiting with a smile as if nothing has happened.

Nicole decides to let things go and smiles back.

They leave together.

Nathan watches, and closes his door, his going to be needing a drink.

A.N Thanks all who read :D ..I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. p.s lol I'm not a doctor so all the doctor mumbo jumbo ..is clearly amade up LOL ..dont judge hahah

A.N I might be taking this story of fanfiction because lack of response...but because of how its doing on pairelove at livejournal I will keep it up there...so if you are interested in keeping it on ...u know wat to do...review. But my other readers just letting you know it will be on the pairelove livejournal.