A/N: Five yeas later everything looks good, but only on the surface. They can never be the same again. Claire is living in the Petrelli Mansion. She's trying to have a normal life and she's about to graduate from the University. The dark side in Peter rises and their lives are about to be changed forever.

Note: It's AU Paire fic. It's not the typical Paire fic you're going to read. The dark notes here are highlighted. I've never written such Paire fiction before. It's dangerous and it's a challenge for me to write it, but I'm going to try it.

Rated: M

Couple: Peter/Claire

Warnings: Again, it's AU. I don't own Heroes, sadly. The dark themes here are highlighted.

Enjoy reading,

ArinnaVal

Chapter 31

"You kissed him," his voice echoed in the empty room.

"What?" Claire looked up at him.

They were lying in the bed and her head rested on his chest. His arm was wrapped possessively around her and his hand rested on her hip. One of her legs had slipped between his ones. That was their favorite position in bed, when they were not sleeping… or doing other stuff. Claire didn't mind and Peter surprisingly obliged to act like this, showing some kind of emotion. It was really hard to see beneath his eyes these days, weeks even. He was careful with his words and he kept all of his emotions hidden from her. That made Claire nervous.

''You heard me the first time," he said sternly. "Don't make me repeat that!"

"I kissed who?" Her brows lifted up. "Andy? He was my boyfriend, Peter." She kind of skipped the part that they were actually engaged. She knew that he didn't like it and right now, she didn't want to make him angry.

"I'm not talking about your former puppy," Peter frowned, but didn't look at her.

"Then who? You know damn well, that I wasn't going out that much."

"Sylar!" He spat the word and just then looked at her. His eyes were cold. "Why didn't you tell me that you kissed him?"

"That's a lie!" Claire scoffed. "How could you even think that I was even remotely attracted to that monster? It killed my parents, for fuck's sake!"

"You have filthy mouth, my love!" Peter tilted his head, but his eyes kept his emotions hidden. "Careful with your words and please, remember that I don't like when you're lying to me."

"You above all people should know that I…"

Peter grabbed her chin, staring into her eyes. "Just shut up and think for a second, okay?" He spoke slowly. "Please, try to remember!"

Claire frowned with grumpy face and sighed. "I didn't kiss him," she said when he released her face. "He kissed me!" She said and stirred, remembering the unpleasant moment. "If I hadn't act quickly, he would've raped me even."

"What?!" Peter hissed. "Come again?"

"Yes," Claire nodded. "There was that time where… he was trying to find a mate. He didn't want to be alone forever."

"What?!" He repeated once more.

"Yep," Claire sighed. "I didn't say a thing to you, because this is all in the past, Peter. I didn't want to make you mad. Besides, what could you possibly do now? It's okay, really."

"What stopped him?" Peter gritted his teeth. "What did you do?"

"A pen in his brain!" A small grin appeared on Claire's face. "You should've seen his face!" She chuckled. "Oh, you should've seen it!" Her eyes narrowed. "He couldn't believe that I can do such thing. He believed that he could control me!"

"You did that?" Peter looked at her strangely. "I've always known that you've had it in you, my love. But… you said that he was controlling you?"

"Tried!" Claire pointed out. "It worked to the moment when… that pen situation happened."

"I am controlling your life right now," Peter said quietly.

"You think you are," Claire looked at him again. "But Peter, you know me long enough to know that this is not the truth."

"And what is?" He looked at her strangely.

"I wouldn't let to anyone to control my life," she paused. "Unless, I don't want to."

"What?" Peter's face darkened.

"When you love someone, you're able to do all bunch of… impossible stuff." She said quietly. "You're able to make compromises. You're able to do whatever make the other person happy."

"So… you're letting me controlling you?"

"You are not controlling me, Peter!" She whispered and put her hand over his chest. "I'm doing all this, because I want to. I'm doing all this, because I love you." Claire sighed. "I love you, no matter what… unconditionally. You once said that you want all of me. You said that you want my body, my soul and my heart." Claire took his hand and placed it over her belly. Their child kicked at this moment and she felt how Peter winced. "I think I gave you even more than that."

"Claire," his whisper was so low that she could barely hear him.

"Shush now," she placed her hand on a side of his face. "I know how angry you are. I know why you're so angry to the whole world. I know how much that world owe to you! I know however, that anger will disappear someday. I'm here, Peter." She spoke softly. "I'm here and I won't run away, you know that. You have to feel it already. You know how much I'm devoted to you and, you don't need to read my mind to know that."

He didn't say a thing. His eyes narrowed and went darker. Claire just sighed and snuggled in him again. That path was long, but she was willing to walk to the end with him. Her Peter, her old Peter wasn't so far away. She could feel it.

He woke up from her moan. His eyes snapped open when he saw her curled up in two and holding her stomach. Her eyes were open and staring at him. Peter gritted his teeth and sat on the bed, taking her in his lap. Her hands still clutched her stomach, but he knew what to do. His hand rested on the small of her back and he put a little pressure there, moving his palm in small circles.

"Calm down," his voice was low and soothing. "Calm down now, Claire…"

She was scared and he could feel that. Her whole body was trembling and he could hear her quiet sob when she hid her face in the crook of his neck.

"Peter…"

"Sh-sh," he sing-songed and continued with his soothing moves. "He's just a bit nervous, okay? He'll calm down when you calm down."

"But…"

"Sh-sh," Peter shushed her again. "Just relax, okay?"

Claire just nodded on his shoulder. Her hot breath was tickling his exposed skin there and made him feel strangely calm. He tried to give that calmness to her. He tried to be the strength she needed right now. After awhile, it looked that it worked. Claire relaxed in his arms but he continued with his moves.

"Thank you, baby…" she whispered.

"Baby?" His voice was muffled from her hair. His lips touched the top of her head.

"You are my first one," she tried to joke.

"Yeah, right!" He rolled his eyes, but she couldn't see it. Her head was still resting on his shoulder.

"Mh-mmm," she mumbled. "This feels so good…"

"I know," he whispered and his lips touched the top of her head again. His eyes warmed a bit and almost forgotten feeling filled his heart again. "I know, my love."