Counting Time <1/1>
Title: Counting Time
Pairing: implied Adam/Peter, implied Peter/Claire
Summary: Its been years - more than he counts - and Adams the only one left now.
Disclaimer: This story is NOT in any way, shape, or form affiliated with NBC, Tim Kring, or any other persons or organizations responsible for the production of Heroes. I simply was bored on the train and this was born. The idea is mine everything else is Tim Krings. I'm be nothing but a poor college student.
A/N: Un beta’d. Something I started on the A train home from work tonight.
Spoilers for 2x11
Word count: 1,170
The dreams started long before he can remember. They didn’t come every night but they came often enough. Sometimes they were the same, sometimes they weren’t. He didn’t know what they ment at first. Then when it became clear what they all had in common he ignored them. Nothing good could come of them. Days became months became years became time he didn't count.
He wanders for a while. He stopped counting time. What was the point anymore. He sees all of the Americas in a few years - what’s a few years for him anyway. He can’t stay in one place for too long, people start asking questions about why he never looks any different. He learns Spanish, French, Chinese, Creole and German in his time in the Americas. He likes German best so his next stop is Germany. Its pretty there.
He sees Claire by random. She tells him she’d been looking for him - she never says just how she found him, he never ask. They spend a month and a week - thirty eight days, he counts - together in Prague before in the dark of the night he leaves her tucked in a hotel bed. The dreams are back - changed no longer does it seem to be in a dark confined horridly TIGHT place - he can’t stay. He considered wiping her memory of their time but decides against it. Everyone needs to know there’s someone out there just like them that’ll always be there. And he’ll always be there no matter what.
He goes all over the European continent next. Well not all over - he makes a point to avoid all of Ireland - it still hurts to go certain places. He learns more languages and has more dreams - ones that he ignores.
He stays in Russia for a long time. There’s so much to do their. So many people to save - he’s always been good at saving people. But like always the dreams come back and he can’t stay. He doesn’t know why he moves with the dreams. It's as if he’s running from them or maybe he’s running towards them but just doesn’t know it yet. Either way he packs his things - he’s finally managed to accumulate enough things that fit in three bags instead of the one they’d been in decades before.
Its in Turkey that he sees Claire again. They don’t speak of what happened the last time they see each other. Its with Claire that he starts counting again. This time they spend a full year together - a good year and a day together. Its Claire that convinces him to go to east. To leave the European continent and go to see Asia. She tells him that she’d been and that if he though Hamburg was pretty that Germany was nothing compared to the cities in Asia. He goes, because he likes Claire and doesn’t want to disappoint her. It’s a good year - three hundred sixty seven days. He leaves her the a year and a day to which he'd first seen her in Turkey.
He wanders China, the Asian side of Russia, India, Sri Lanka then finally - before he can talk himself out of it - ends up in Japan. He finds he likes Japan - its just like HE said. He stays in Japan longer than he stayed anywhere - eighteen thirty nine days. This time its not the dreams that drive him away this time - he counted eighteen months since the last dream - but in a way it is the dreams.
He’s in Tokyo - why, he can’t remember maybe because he can blend in so well there - when he wanders into a cemetery - Aoyama Cemetery his brain tells him gleaming that information from a passing women. He doesn’t know why he goes in simply that he does. He wanders - like he does from country to country only from grave to grave. He spends the day there. Looking at the graves. Its night when he finds what he’s been looking for - not that he knew he was looking for anything to begin with. All the other graves he can FEEL whets beneath the ground but this one, this one is empty. He knows instantly who use to be there.
Adam. The name whispers through his mind. Now he knows what the dreams - the one he ignored - meant. He runs - forgetting that he can fly, forgetting that he can teleport - from the cemetery. He has no idea where he’s running to but then he’s never had any idea where he was running too, from. All that he can think about is finding Adam. He has no idea where to start but it doesn’t matter.
It has been a hard last few years. Ever since he left that cemetery all those months ago - ninety four months - he finally knows what he’s been looking for. He stops ignoring the dreams fighting so hard against something that was coming. He started walking with paper and pencil everywhere he goes. Just in case. He’s not a particularly good artist but at least now he can see what the dreams have been telling him.
Some of the drawing disturb him, Adam and him twisted and curled together - sometimes if he looks at those drawing long enough he forgets where one of them starts and the other one begins. Others of them confuse him, Adam and him sitting, talking, laughing - about what he doesn’t know. And the rest, the rest he does his best to understand. Looking for anything in the visions that will tell him where Adam is. He sees the world in ways he’d never seen it before chasing Adam - visions of places where Adam could be, visions of places where could have been, visions of places where should be.
He sees Claire again. She doesn’t see him. He makes sure of it. It doesn’t stop him from following her though. He doesn’t know why he follows her but he does - a full one hundred fifty three days. He watches making sure she’s okay. She’s better than he is. But then that doesn’t mean much. He leaves, leave a note on the door. Not saying what he really wants to say nor what he needs to say.
It is in the most recent of visions that he finds what he needs. There is no searching - this place he knows, he’s been to before. He sees him the second that he enters the church. He makes his way down the pews until he’s right next to him.
“What took you so long, Peter?” Adam asked him when he stood next to him church. Beside him is a half empty - half full Adam projects to him loud and clear, it irritates him how easy it is for Adam to read him even after so long - bottle of whiskey sits.
Peter looked at him. Watched him knock back another shot - he knows in such a clarity that he’s never had before that this is Adams third bottle of whiskey that night.
“I just remembered,” he says.
This time its Adam who smiles first not Peter.
Pairing: implied Adam/Peter, implied Peter/Claire
Summary: Its been years - more than he counts - and Adams the only one left now.
Disclaimer: This story is NOT in any way, shape, or form affiliated with NBC, Tim Kring, or any other persons or organizations responsible for the production of Heroes. I simply was bored on the train and this was born. The idea is mine everything else is Tim Krings. I'm be nothing but a poor college student.
A/N: Un beta’d. Something I started on the A train home from work tonight.
Spoilers for 2x11
Word count: 1,170
The dreams started long before he can remember. They didn’t come every night but they came often enough. Sometimes they were the same, sometimes they weren’t. He didn’t know what they ment at first. Then when it became clear what they all had in common he ignored them. Nothing good could come of them. Days became months became years became time he didn't count.
He wanders for a while. He stopped counting time. What was the point anymore. He sees all of the Americas in a few years - what’s a few years for him anyway. He can’t stay in one place for too long, people start asking questions about why he never looks any different. He learns Spanish, French, Chinese, Creole and German in his time in the Americas. He likes German best so his next stop is Germany. Its pretty there.
He sees Claire by random. She tells him she’d been looking for him - she never says just how she found him, he never ask. They spend a month and a week - thirty eight days, he counts - together in Prague before in the dark of the night he leaves her tucked in a hotel bed. The dreams are back - changed no longer does it seem to be in a dark confined horridly TIGHT place - he can’t stay. He considered wiping her memory of their time but decides against it. Everyone needs to know there’s someone out there just like them that’ll always be there. And he’ll always be there no matter what.
He goes all over the European continent next. Well not all over - he makes a point to avoid all of Ireland - it still hurts to go certain places. He learns more languages and has more dreams - ones that he ignores.
He stays in Russia for a long time. There’s so much to do their. So many people to save - he’s always been good at saving people. But like always the dreams come back and he can’t stay. He doesn’t know why he moves with the dreams. It's as if he’s running from them or maybe he’s running towards them but just doesn’t know it yet. Either way he packs his things - he’s finally managed to accumulate enough things that fit in three bags instead of the one they’d been in decades before.
Its in Turkey that he sees Claire again. They don’t speak of what happened the last time they see each other. Its with Claire that he starts counting again. This time they spend a full year together - a good year and a day together. Its Claire that convinces him to go to east. To leave the European continent and go to see Asia. She tells him that she’d been and that if he though Hamburg was pretty that Germany was nothing compared to the cities in Asia. He goes, because he likes Claire and doesn’t want to disappoint her. It’s a good year - three hundred sixty seven days. He leaves her the a year and a day to which he'd first seen her in Turkey.
He wanders China, the Asian side of Russia, India, Sri Lanka then finally - before he can talk himself out of it - ends up in Japan. He finds he likes Japan - its just like HE said. He stays in Japan longer than he stayed anywhere - eighteen thirty nine days. This time its not the dreams that drive him away this time - he counted eighteen months since the last dream - but in a way it is the dreams.
He’s in Tokyo - why, he can’t remember maybe because he can blend in so well there - when he wanders into a cemetery - Aoyama Cemetery his brain tells him gleaming that information from a passing women. He doesn’t know why he goes in simply that he does. He wanders - like he does from country to country only from grave to grave. He spends the day there. Looking at the graves. Its night when he finds what he’s been looking for - not that he knew he was looking for anything to begin with. All the other graves he can FEEL whets beneath the ground but this one, this one is empty. He knows instantly who use to be there.
Adam. The name whispers through his mind. Now he knows what the dreams - the one he ignored - meant. He runs - forgetting that he can fly, forgetting that he can teleport - from the cemetery. He has no idea where he’s running to but then he’s never had any idea where he was running too, from. All that he can think about is finding Adam. He has no idea where to start but it doesn’t matter.
It has been a hard last few years. Ever since he left that cemetery all those months ago - ninety four months - he finally knows what he’s been looking for. He stops ignoring the dreams fighting so hard against something that was coming. He started walking with paper and pencil everywhere he goes. Just in case. He’s not a particularly good artist but at least now he can see what the dreams have been telling him.
Some of the drawing disturb him, Adam and him twisted and curled together - sometimes if he looks at those drawing long enough he forgets where one of them starts and the other one begins. Others of them confuse him, Adam and him sitting, talking, laughing - about what he doesn’t know. And the rest, the rest he does his best to understand. Looking for anything in the visions that will tell him where Adam is. He sees the world in ways he’d never seen it before chasing Adam - visions of places where Adam could be, visions of places where could have been, visions of places where should be.
He sees Claire again. She doesn’t see him. He makes sure of it. It doesn’t stop him from following her though. He doesn’t know why he follows her but he does - a full one hundred fifty three days. He watches making sure she’s okay. She’s better than he is. But then that doesn’t mean much. He leaves, leave a note on the door. Not saying what he really wants to say nor what he needs to say.
It is in the most recent of visions that he finds what he needs. There is no searching - this place he knows, he’s been to before. He sees him the second that he enters the church. He makes his way down the pews until he’s right next to him.
“What took you so long, Peter?” Adam asked him when he stood next to him church. Beside him is a half empty - half full Adam projects to him loud and clear, it irritates him how easy it is for Adam to read him even after so long - bottle of whiskey sits.
Peter looked at him. Watched him knock back another shot - he knows in such a clarity that he’s never had before that this is Adams third bottle of whiskey that night.
“I just remembered,” he says.
This time its Adam who smiles first not Peter.