"Feel Like Flying" - Paire One-shot Challenge entry #9 'High'
Fandom: Heroes
Title: Feel Like Flying
Words: 603
Pairings/Characters: Peter/Claire, West/Claire, Nathan, Bennet family
Warnings/Spoilers: Incest. Takes place at the end of S2, so nothing from S3 at all.
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes
Summary: Claire doesn't feel like flying anymore, not when it reminds her of things she'll never be able to have.
A.N: Extremely crappy summary for this one, I think I've got heat stroke ^^; Anyway, thought of this early this morning, wrote it down (on paper! Haven't written in my notebook for ages!) and voila. Written for pairechallenge . Enjoy! :)
Claire sometimes wished for flight instead of the power she had. Sure, she can pop her bones back into place without a second thought, but she can never escape from the world the way others can, the way Nathan can and West could.
Thinking back, Claire thinks that’s part of the reason she fell for West; he offered an escape, a way to fly high above the world, observing instead of participating. She wonders if that’s how Nathan feels when he flies, free from the problems of everyday life and the weight of being a Petrelli on his shoulders.
Her mother says girls always fall for boys that are like their fathers, but Claire thinks it should be more like their uncles in her case. Though she tries not to think of that. She’s barely mentioned him since that phone call to Nathan; the grief being too hard to bear. She thought he’d understand, he was his brother, after all. But it seems her bio-dad has conjured up better ways of escaping reality; none of them involving flight and all of them involving alcohol.
Then she’d met West, who had nearly the same dark hair and almost the same brown eyes, so she could pretend he was someone else.
The night the brothers flew at Kirby Plaza still lingers fresh in her mind. Two silhouettes rising into the night sky, disappearing in an orange glow. She thought she’d never want to fly again, but all those times with West made her think of things she could have shared with Peter. It felt easier, pretending she was with someone else.
But now West is gone, and Claire can’t even pretend anymore. It isn’t healthy, this fixation she has with Peter, and it definitely isn’t legal, but she can’t help it. She’d gravitated toward him from the start, and he to her, and now he’s gone, she’s lost in orbit.
One night, she dreams he rises from the dead, offers out his hand and they fly across the sky, far away from the world and their accusing eyes. No-one judges their love up there, because, of course, in her dream he reciprocates her feelings, tells her that he loves her. It’s okay, how she feels in the dreams; they are so high up no-one can find them.
She wakes up feeling cold and empty, cries over little things that remind her of him. Her mother thinks it’s the upheaval and the loss of her father to the Company, but it’s so much more and less than that. Claire’s lost her soul, the thing that kept her grounded on earth. Now all she’s doing is floating, without meaning or purpose.
Some days she curses him for dying, curses him for being able to escape this world and leaving her behind, curses herself for not being able to join him. Other days she wonders if he’s watching her from up there, high in the sky like a kind of angel keeping guard. She hopes he can see how unhappy she is without him.
It’s a lazy, Monday afternoon when he returns to her. Claire is outside, preferring the cool air to the stuffiness of indoors. At first she thinks she is seeing things, dreaming, he can’t really be here, can he?
But he is, he is, and she runs towards him, crying and laughing and wanting to shout at him for abandoning her, all at the same time. Peter spins her round, they embrace and as their fingers slide smoothly together, fitting like pieces of a puzzle, she knows what she wants to say.
“Take me flying.”
Title: Feel Like Flying
Words: 603
Pairings/Characters: Peter/Claire, West/Claire, Nathan, Bennet family
Warnings/Spoilers: Incest. Takes place at the end of S2, so nothing from S3 at all.
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes
Summary: Claire doesn't feel like flying anymore, not when it reminds her of things she'll never be able to have.
A.N: Extremely crappy summary for this one, I think I've got heat stroke ^^; Anyway, thought of this early this morning, wrote it down (on paper! Haven't written in my notebook for ages!) and voila. Written for pairechallenge . Enjoy! :)
Claire sometimes wished for flight instead of the power she had. Sure, she can pop her bones back into place without a second thought, but she can never escape from the world the way others can, the way Nathan can and West could.
Thinking back, Claire thinks that’s part of the reason she fell for West; he offered an escape, a way to fly high above the world, observing instead of participating. She wonders if that’s how Nathan feels when he flies, free from the problems of everyday life and the weight of being a Petrelli on his shoulders.
Her mother says girls always fall for boys that are like their fathers, but Claire thinks it should be more like their uncles in her case. Though she tries not to think of that. She’s barely mentioned him since that phone call to Nathan; the grief being too hard to bear. She thought he’d understand, he was his brother, after all. But it seems her bio-dad has conjured up better ways of escaping reality; none of them involving flight and all of them involving alcohol.
Then she’d met West, who had nearly the same dark hair and almost the same brown eyes, so she could pretend he was someone else.
The night the brothers flew at Kirby Plaza still lingers fresh in her mind. Two silhouettes rising into the night sky, disappearing in an orange glow. She thought she’d never want to fly again, but all those times with West made her think of things she could have shared with Peter. It felt easier, pretending she was with someone else.
But now West is gone, and Claire can’t even pretend anymore. It isn’t healthy, this fixation she has with Peter, and it definitely isn’t legal, but she can’t help it. She’d gravitated toward him from the start, and he to her, and now he’s gone, she’s lost in orbit.
One night, she dreams he rises from the dead, offers out his hand and they fly across the sky, far away from the world and their accusing eyes. No-one judges their love up there, because, of course, in her dream he reciprocates her feelings, tells her that he loves her. It’s okay, how she feels in the dreams; they are so high up no-one can find them.
She wakes up feeling cold and empty, cries over little things that remind her of him. Her mother thinks it’s the upheaval and the loss of her father to the Company, but it’s so much more and less than that. Claire’s lost her soul, the thing that kept her grounded on earth. Now all she’s doing is floating, without meaning or purpose.
Some days she curses him for dying, curses him for being able to escape this world and leaving her behind, curses herself for not being able to join him. Other days she wonders if he’s watching her from up there, high in the sky like a kind of angel keeping guard. She hopes he can see how unhappy she is without him.
It’s a lazy, Monday afternoon when he returns to her. Claire is outside, preferring the cool air to the stuffiness of indoors. At first she thinks she is seeing things, dreaming, he can’t really be here, can he?
But he is, he is, and she runs towards him, crying and laughing and wanting to shout at him for abandoning her, all at the same time. Peter spins her round, they embrace and as their fingers slide smoothly together, fitting like pieces of a puzzle, she knows what she wants to say.
“Take me flying.”