Everything Happens For A Reason (1/?)
-- The fic is split into two stages: present days and flashbacks - where we’ll know better about the characters and what led them to follow the path that they did.
-- In this fic Peter and Claire are not related. Because this is a mistake that I will not commit!
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Chapter 1: Begin
Present days
11:00 pm - june/4/2008 - New York City
Standing on the top of The Statue of Liberty, thinking about what lead him till this day he realize that’s no regret, that’s no where on the planet he would rather be but here, in New York City, fulfilling his destiny.
“Everything happens for a reason”
That’s what his parents always said when he was feeling that life had no propose at all, when he was feeling that was nothing special about him…
But he was wrong, and his parents always knew that. They knew he was different from the very beginning. They knew that the baby they found on the river inside a basket cover only on a blanked was special.
But Peter Scott Linderman - that’s his name now - didn’t find out about what made him special till his 18th birthday when he saw a car on flames with a woman and her daughter inside, that’s when he found out that he’s here for a greater good.
FlashBack
9:00 pm November/23/1999 - Phoenix, Arizona
Peter is walking home going back from Brooke’s house, the girl he’s dating, when he sees a car on fire 1,5 miles away on the sidewalk of the road. He didn’t know what to do, the road was desert and he didn’t know what had started the fire, he thought about running back to the city to get help when he heard the girl scream. On that moment something inside him woke up and he knew what to do next.
“No! Mom wakes up! Somebody help! Please!”
Peter began running toward the accident and in 3 seconds he was already beside the car, Peter stopped without understanding how this could’ve happened, was then that he saw the girl, she seemed to have no more than 16 years old, he tried to open the door but it was stuck, then he focus on the door and took it off the car with ease and without much control, the door flew at least 3 miles away. The girl stopped and was so surprised that didn’t even realize that Peter had already taken her from inside of the car and ran 2 miles in 1 second. When she finally realized what had just happened, Peter was already returning to rescue her mother, but he wasn’t fast enough, the car had blown it and she saw, with eyes filled with tears, her mother and her hero disappear amid the huge red flames.
The girl was in shock, she did not know what to do. There was nothing she could do. Elle Bishop did not like to be powerless and did not want to lose the only good thing in her life, the mother Meredith, that she recently discovered to be alive.
It passed fifteen seconds, fifteen painful seconds; every second was a torture, a mixture of emotions: despair, anguish, anger, sadness. She was crying non stop, was already with her knees on the ground and was looking at the flames that’s turning into a big smoke when she had the vision that would remain in her mind forever. She saw the boy, her hero, appearing in front of her, alive, without even a scratch and holding the body of her mother in his arms. "Are you real?" Elle asked, amazed and visibly in shock.
Peter did not know what to say, the truth is that neither he knew what was happening. All he knew was that the beautiful girl in front of him had lost her mother. "I’m so sorry. I couldn’t save her. She was already dead."
It was enough to Elle start to cry again. "No! Mom! She can’t die! She can’t leave me alone! No!"
Peter did not know what to say then he went down ion his knees, placed the body of her mother on the floor and embraced the girl, whispering words of comfort to his ears. "Hey, you're not alone! Everything is going to be ok."
But they did not know that they were being observed.
To be continued...
-- In this fic Peter and Claire are not related. Because this is a mistake that I will not commit!
____________________________
Chapter 1: Begin
Present days
11:00 pm - june/4/2008 - New York City
Standing on the top of The Statue of Liberty, thinking about what lead him till this day he realize that’s no regret, that’s no where on the planet he would rather be but here, in New York City, fulfilling his destiny.
“Everything happens for a reason”
That’s what his parents always said when he was feeling that life had no propose at all, when he was feeling that was nothing special about him…
But he was wrong, and his parents always knew that. They knew he was different from the very beginning. They knew that the baby they found on the river inside a basket cover only on a blanked was special.
But Peter Scott Linderman - that’s his name now - didn’t find out about what made him special till his 18th birthday when he saw a car on flames with a woman and her daughter inside, that’s when he found out that he’s here for a greater good.
FlashBack
9:00 pm November/23/1999 - Phoenix, Arizona
Peter is walking home going back from Brooke’s house, the girl he’s dating, when he sees a car on fire 1,5 miles away on the sidewalk of the road. He didn’t know what to do, the road was desert and he didn’t know what had started the fire, he thought about running back to the city to get help when he heard the girl scream. On that moment something inside him woke up and he knew what to do next.
“No! Mom wakes up! Somebody help! Please!”
Peter began running toward the accident and in 3 seconds he was already beside the car, Peter stopped without understanding how this could’ve happened, was then that he saw the girl, she seemed to have no more than 16 years old, he tried to open the door but it was stuck, then he focus on the door and took it off the car with ease and without much control, the door flew at least 3 miles away. The girl stopped and was so surprised that didn’t even realize that Peter had already taken her from inside of the car and ran 2 miles in 1 second. When she finally realized what had just happened, Peter was already returning to rescue her mother, but he wasn’t fast enough, the car had blown it and she saw, with eyes filled with tears, her mother and her hero disappear amid the huge red flames.
The girl was in shock, she did not know what to do. There was nothing she could do. Elle Bishop did not like to be powerless and did not want to lose the only good thing in her life, the mother Meredith, that she recently discovered to be alive.
It passed fifteen seconds, fifteen painful seconds; every second was a torture, a mixture of emotions: despair, anguish, anger, sadness. She was crying non stop, was already with her knees on the ground and was looking at the flames that’s turning into a big smoke when she had the vision that would remain in her mind forever. She saw the boy, her hero, appearing in front of her, alive, without even a scratch and holding the body of her mother in his arms. "Are you real?" Elle asked, amazed and visibly in shock.
Peter did not know what to say, the truth is that neither he knew what was happening. All he knew was that the beautiful girl in front of him had lost her mother. "I’m so sorry. I couldn’t save her. She was already dead."
It was enough to Elle start to cry again. "No! Mom! She can’t die! She can’t leave me alone! No!"
Peter did not know what to say then he went down ion his knees, placed the body of her mother on the floor and embraced the girl, whispering words of comfort to his ears. "Hey, you're not alone! Everything is going to be ok."
But they did not know that they were being observed.
To be continued...