Paire Fic: The Compass
The Compass
A/N: You can't escape from your destiny even when that destiny means to love somebody forbidden. (UNBETAED)
Rating: It's definitely M for the later chapters. I have to say that I love to write Paire as M. "winks"
Warnings: Well, it's Paire so that means incest. I wish they were CANON, but eh.
Spoilers: Volume 5 - up to episode 4.
Chapter 2 The Compass
Sudden whiff of the wind made Noah smile. He was walking among the people, but he knew that he was not alone now. He was not surprised when he felt a man’s hand touching his shoulder. He stopped and turned around. Peter was standing right before him with a frowned expression on his face. He was holding the old compass in his open hand.
‘Take it!’ Peter snapped.
‘No!’ Noah shook his head. ‘It’s yours.’
‘But I don’t want it!’ Peter tilted his head. ‘This compass is a complication and I don’t need complications in my life now, Noah.’
‘Yeah, you don’t need complications, but you can’t escape from who you are Peter!’
‘Who am I?’ Peter growled.
‘You are special and you can’t deny it!’
‘I’m not fighting against that.’ Peter shook his head. ‘I’m just…’
‘Fighting with yourself!’ Noah tilted his head. ‘You know that you can’t win that battle.’
‘You are wrong!’ Peter hissed. ‘Take the damn compass!’
‘No!’
‘Noah!’
‘Accept your destiny Peter!’ Noah frowned. ‘Stop running from it!’
‘This is not my destiny!’ Peter growled and fisted the compass. ‘You know what my destiny is? I want to save people - not watch them die!’
‘And because of that you are becoming a stranger. Is that it?’
‘I’m not a…’ Peter hissed, but Noah turned his back to him. Peter sighed and tried again. ‘The number of her room is 8.’ Noah stopped and Peter continued. ‘Her roommate name is Gretchen and she is interested of Math, Biology and um… Claire.’
‘What?’ Noah turned around and looked at Peter.
‘I’m not a stranger.’ Peter spoke quietly and licked his lips. ‘I know where she is and I know what she’s doing. I’ll be there for her if she is in trouble.’
‘Peter…’
‘You know how much I care about her Noah.’ Peter sighed. ‘I’m just trying to live a normal life. She is trying the same. Don’t you get it? We don’t need complications.’ He made short pause. ‘You don’t need complications. Everything is over. Sylar is dead and the Company… I don’t want to know about it.’
‘I know that, and you showed this to us clearly.’ Noah frowned. ‘But Peter, you can’t live alone.’
‘I’m happy now!’ Peter hissed and ran away. Noah laughed quietly and some of the pedestrians looked at him strangely.
‘No, Peter. You are not! You are going to realize that soon.’
Later that day, when Peter was on his regular shift, they received call for a stabbed man in front of the National Bank. When he and his partner ended up there, Peter’s blood ran cold. It was Noah. He was lying unconscious on the ground, and his blood colored his white shirt.
When they took him into the Hospital, Peter asked himself if it was worth it. He remembered Noah’s words and frowned with confusion. He had told him that he could not run from his destiny. Peter had told that to Claire once. She had answered him that she wanted a life, not a destiny. Peter could answer the same now. The truth was that he had a life, but he could feel that something was missing. Some piece of the puzzle just did not fit.
Peter sighed and looked at Noah. He was lying on his hospital bed. He had clean bandages wrapped over his upper body. Noah had spoken like a father to him earlier. He was the closest father figure Peter could ever have. Arthur was never his father. He was too busy with his mind games and Nathan to pay any attention to Peter.
That was the past. Now, Peter was a different man and his father was dead. He frowned and stared at Noah. He wondered if he had to call Claire. Maybe it was better not to disturb her. Peter knew that she had enough problems now.
Sad smile touched his face when he thought about her. Claire was something special in his life. She was the first girl that touched something in him. She was the first one that made him feel special. She was the first and the only one that called him her hero. Her hero… Peter’s smile faded. He was not her hero anymore.
Quiet knock made him look at the door. A tall blonde woman was standing there, looking at him. She was blond, but she was not the blonde he needed right now. Peter felt guilty, and swallowed hard before he smiled at her.
‘Hey Emma. Ready to go?’ He was careful to speak slowly so she could understand him. She made a sign with her hands.
‘I’ll be outside.’
Peter nodded and watched her leave the room. She was deaf and he was helping her to understand and live her live among the people. He could tell that she had a little crush on him, but the sad part was that he could not feel anything. It was not only for her. It was he and his emotions. It was his heart. He was so confused in the moment that he could not think clearly.
Peter sighed and left Noah’s room, following Emma outside. He took her to dinner and they talked about their experiences through the day. Emma was excited, because she could read people’s lips better now. She had an ability too.
I can see colors in the sounds, Peter.
‘That’s amazing Emma!’ Peter tried to smile. ‘Hope it helps you to adjust in your life better than before.’
You are sad?
‘No!’ Peter shook his head and looked at his hands, lying over the table. ‘I just talked with an old friend and then he got stabbed.’
That’s sad.
‘Yeah, that is really sad.’ Peter smiled and looked at her. She looked at him with concern and he felt guilty again. That was the reason he ran from relationships like this. He did not deserve people’s concern. If they had any idea of why he was a loner…
What’s wrong, Peter? You know you can tell me and I can keep your secret.
Emma tried to joke, but Peter did not smile. He just tilted his head and looked at her.
‘It’s complicated and I don’t want to talk about it now!’ he said, a little rougher that he meant to, and saw the pain in her eyes, but he could not help it. That was his life and his feelings. He was not ready to talk... not yet.
Peter walked Emma to her home and then chose to pass by the park. It was his short cut back home. There were not many people by this time of the night, but Peter did not care. He thought about his life now, and that was something he had tried not to do from the moment he had chosen this life for himself.
‘I think you have something that it’s mine!’
Peter snapped his head up and looked at the man, standing before him. It was not the man with the knives. This one looked different. This one was older than he was.
‘I don’t think so!’ Peter frowned.
‘I think you are the man holding my compass! I want it back!’
‘And who are you?’ Peter tilted his head.
‘I’m Samuel.’ The man smiled against him. ‘Now, I want my compass back… Peter!’
‘You know my name?’ Peter frowned.
‘Of course!’ Samuel smiled again. ‘I know everything!’
‘The compass is mine!’ Peter clenched his fists. ‘My friend got stabbed because of it! Consider this payback!’
‘We’ll see about that!’ Samuel frowned, but to Peter’s surprise, he just turned around and walked away.
‘Yeah.’ Peter narrowed his eyes. ‘We’ll see about that!’
He came back home just few minutes later. But there was a surprise. There, sleeping right before his door was Claire.
Prologue.
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