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.
A/N: Yeah - this is my new Paire fic. Not a big surprise. Not for me anyway. I just love Paire and I love writing for them. 'The Compass' is inspired of the new volume of Heroes, called 'Redemption'. I have to be honest (some of you may hate me for it, but I have to say it), the only good thing I saw up until now is the Paire hug. We can see that they still have that chemistry that made them our OTP. Still think that related them was the biggest mistake of the show, but sadly, it's the fact. I have to say one more thing - 'The Compass' starts when the new volume starts BUT there is nothing in common after that. The plot is absolutely different. And now, before you start reading this I think I owe you this too:
Let's skip the misunderstanding: English is not my first language, but I'm really trying here. So, if you think that it's hard for you to read - just don't read it! The reason I'm in this alone it's because I have updates every day. I love my readers and I want to pleased them in that way!
Story plot: You can't escape from your destiny even when that destiny means to love someone forbidden.
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.
What else... um nothing. Enjoy reading and I wish you like the fic!
Thanks for the nice input after the first chapter guys! I'll keep going and I hope you'll keep reading. "winks"
Chapter 3 The visitor
She was sleeping on the cold floor. Her head rested on her bag and she wore only her thin jacket. Peter stared at her some time. She was so small, lying there. It was as if he was running away, but still stood at one place. He shook his head and crouched before Claire. She did not move and he reached his hand to touch her face. It was strange, but his fingers trembled when he touched her.
‘Claire?’ Peter whispered, trying to wake her. She just stirred. ‘Claire, wake up.’ He tried again, but her reaction was the same.
Peter sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. He unlocked the door and then took Claire in his arms. Her head rested on his shoulder and she sighed in her dream. She trusted him even in her sleep. Peter felt a smile built up on his face. He pushed the door with his knee and walked into his apartment. Claire stirred in his arms and Peter placed her on his bed. She lay on her left side and buried hands under the pillow. Her face looked calm and Peter could not help but smile. Claire had not lost that innocent look on her face. She looked grown up, but she still was the same for him. Peter shook his head and covered her small body with a warm blanket.
He sighed and wet for her bag. There was not any furniture in his apartment. He had sold everything that reminded him for his old self. Now he had only his bed and the old armchair in his so-called bedroom. Peter sat there and his eyes focused over the sleeping girl in his bed. She must have some problem for coming here. Peter knew that, because Claire called him only when she had a problem. It had to be a serious problem though. She was not the whining kind of person and she preferred to deal with her problems on her own.
Peter yawned and rubbed his eyes. He had spent the last forty-eight hours on his feet. Then he had absorbed new ability and had a fight. He wished he had Claire’s regeneration now, so he could stay awake. But he was too tired and he fell asleep on his armchair, looking at Claire.
She woke up in the early morning. The first thing she felt was that she was laying in a warm bed. Somebody had taken care of her. Claire opened her eyes in panic and looked around. She saw Peter sleeping in his armchair. Her face was calm and beautiful. She could not admit that aloud, but there was a time when she thought that she was in love with him. That was impossible of course. Peter was her uncle and she could not love him in this way. He was her friend and her hero. But the pain in her heart did not go away. It kept haunting her until the moment she had realized that he was her relative.
Claire sat on the bed and leaned her back on the headboard. Her eyes still gazed his face. His bangs had grown again and now covered the half of his face. Her hand itched to touch him, but she just lowered her look and took a deep breath. He was her uncle and she did not love him. She could not love him, not in this way.
‘Claire?’ his quiet voice made her looked at him.
‘Thank you for bringing me here.’ She smiled. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she ignored it. She was just happy to see him. His crooked smile showed to her that everything was alright. Claire did not know how he was able to do that, but it was a fact.
‘You are welcome.’ Peter shrugged and stretched his back. He sat more comfortable on his armchair and furrowed his eyebrows. ‘You had to call me!’
‘It was the last minute decision.’ Claire shrugged too.
‘Why are you here Claire?’
‘Nice try!’ Peter tilted his head. ‘How about the real reason now.’
‘I jumped from my window.’ She admitted and saw his eyes narrowed.
‘What?’
‘It was on purpose! I had to make sure of something.’ Claire shifted on the bed. ‘Don’t look at me like that!’
‘Like what?’ Peter fixed his bangs behind his ear. ‘I thought that you’re careful!’
‘I am careful! I just wanted to make sure that my roommate had killed! They told me that it was suicidal but do not buy it!’
‘Gretchen got killed?’ Peter looked at her with surprise.
‘No!’ Claire shook her head. ‘Annie was the one…’ She stopped abruptly and crossed arms before her chest. ‘Wait a minute! I thought that you don’t know about them!’
‘So you think that it was murder?’ Peter ignored her question.
‘You didn’t answer me!’ She frowned.
‘So did you!’ He tilted his head.
‘I asked first!’ Claire studied his face with curiosity.
‘You want breakfast?’ He got off his chair. ‘Say what you want and I’ll be back in a minute!’
‘You are hiding something.’ Claire got off the bed and stood before him. ‘Why are you not telling me?’
‘I’m hungry.’ Peter rose up his eyebrows and Claire put up her hands with annoyance. She was stubborn, but he was way beyond her.
‘Fine - croissant and late.’
‘Be right back!’ He smirked and disappeared in front of her eyes. She felt only the whiff on her face and heard the slamming of the door behind him.
Claire shook her head and went into the small bathroom. She looked around with interest. It was poor, but sterile and Claire could feel his presence even here. She looked at the small mirror above the sink and sighed. She had reached her final destination. Now she had to tell Peter why she was here. It was weird and he would not believe her, but she had to tell him.
‘Claire?’ He called her.
‘I’m coming!’ She answered him and walked out of the bathroom. He was standing in the middle of the room and holding a paper bag in his left hand. ‘Wow! You are fast!’ She tilted her head. ‘New power, huh?’
‘Thanks to your father.’ Peter answered with a smirk. ‘Now let’s eat, shall we?’
Claire nodded with a smile and Peter led her into the small kitchen.
‘I can see lots of changes here.’ Claire looked at him over her late. Peter just shrugged.
‘I just needed a change.’ He frowned. ‘New beginning, you know?’
‘Yeah.’ Claire lowered her look. ‘New beginning.’
‘What’s the matter?’ Peter asked her carefully. ‘Don’t get me wrong. I like having you here and stuff, but you have some problems, right?’
‘Or maybe I just missed you?’ She stared at him boldly. ‘Maybe is that simple.’
‘It’s never simple with us, Claire.’ Peter shook his head. ‘There is always a problem. What’s now?’
‘I have to show you something.’ Claire coughed.
‘Is there any connection with your former roommate?’ He looked at her with interest.
‘I’m not sure.’ Claire rolled up the sleeve of her left arm. ‘It showed after the murder.’
‘Um, okay.’ He looked at her arm, but there was nothing there. ‘What exactly do you want me to see?’
‘But…’ Claire frowned. ‘I swear it was there!’
‘Claire…’ Peter touched her hand and just then, he saw it. He saw the small tattoo of a compass showing there. ‘I’ll be damned! What is this?’
‘I don’t know!’ Claire was confused. She looked up at him and met his eyes. ‘I thought that you should know.’
‘I… Ouch!’ Peter pulled back and scratched his right arm.
‘What’s wrong?’ Claire looked at him with worry. ‘Are you okay?’
‘Yeah.’ He murmured and rolled up his sleeve. ‘Something pinched me!’ He scratched his arm.
‘Peter!’ Claire gasped. ‘Look!’ She pointed at his arm and Peter looked there with confusion. He saw the same compass, tattooed on his arm.
‘What the-…’