The Riddle (2/?)
Title: The Riddle
Author: Greens
Pairing/Character(s): The Petrellis, The Bennets, Meredith, Zach, possibly others. No romantic pairings as of yet.
Rating: PG13
Summary: Claire isn’t about to give up on getting to know her father.
Spoilers: Through 1x15 (Includes the paternity spoiler, so if you haven’t seen it yet and don’t wanna know.... just a warning:))
A/N: Claire is 17 for purposes of this fic. The title and lyrics in the beginning of the fic are from The Riddle (You and I) by Five For Fighting.
Warnings: spoilers through 1x15. That’s it I think.
Disclaimer: Heroes = not mine. *sigh*
“You haven’t said a word since we got in the car,” Zach said as he sat in Claire’s dad’s office. “Did you see him or not? What did you find out?”
Claire signed onto the Internet. “I found out that my mother is a liar.” she said “My dad... my real dad, gave her this envelope, so totally obviously filled with money. She said I want to run away with him. That I had this tragic life.”
“Well it is pretty tragic” Claire smacked him in the arm. “Oww.”
“She also told me that he didn’t want to see me. And it was so obvious that he did.”
“Why would she do that?” Claire shot him a look. “Got it. Manipulative bitch. Right.” He took a seat beside her. “So what’s with the net surfing?”
“I’m gonna find him myself,” she said “I have a first name, Nathan. I know he’s a politician in New York. I don’t really need anything else except for Google.”
Claire pounded the keys softly, reading through the search results. “There.” Zach said. “What about this one? Congressional race, New York State.”
Claire clicked on the link, waiting impatiently for the graphics to load. Pixel by pixel the image came into focus. “That’s it. That’s him.” she said “ That’s him.”
“Nathan Petrelli,” Zach read. “Congressional candidate for New York. Scroll down.” Claire did so. “Pictures with his children, mother, wife Heidi and brother Peter.”
“Peter?” Claire scrolled down to the picture. She stared at it for a moment. “Peter Petrelli,” She wasn’t supposed to remember him. She wasn’t supposed to remember that night at all. It couldn’t be possible. She and Peter were related. Did he know this? Had he known when he saved her that she was his niece? He hadn’t looked like he knew.
“Who is he, Claire?” Zach asked. “Do you know him from somewhere?”
Claire stared at the picture. She didn’t think she would ever see Peter again. She had begged the Haitian to get her in to see Peter. He had always turned her down, told Claire that her father had people watching him. It wasn’t safe for her. Had her dad known all along about Peter? About Nathan Petrelli being her birth father?
“Claire?”
Claire looked over at Zach. “No,” she said “No I don’t know him.” She x-ed out the screen. “I have to get to New York. I have to see him, meet my father.”
Zach laughed a bit. “And how are you gonna do that? It’s not like your dad is going to let you just get on a plane to New York.”
“I haven’t thought of that yet. I’ll think of something.”
Zach stood up slowly. “Well... nobody said that you have to go there. Why don’t you call him?”
“And say what? Hi, I’m Claire Bennet and I’m your daughter? He’d probably hang up on me.”
“So go to New York, stand at his door and say the same thing. He’ll slam it in your face and call the cops.”
Claire also stood now. “I’m gonna see him Zach. I will. There has to be an easier way. I just have to figure it out...”
>>>>>>
“I came right over as soon as I got your message” Peter unlooped the scarf from around his neck. “Are you OK?” Did something happen?” He stepped up to Nathan, hands on his brother’s shoulders.
Nathan nodded. “Come in... sit. Sit down. I have a big problem.”
Peter raised his eyebrows, took a seat. “What kind of big trouble. And what can I do?”
Nathan pushed his cell phone to Peter. It was flipped open, image clear on the screen.
Peter took a glance, stood quickly. “Claire?” he said “Is she OK? Did something happen to her? How... why did somebody send you a picture of Claire?”
“You know her?” Nathan still didn’t know how to form a statement about the situation. “How do you know her?”
“She... she’s the girl in Texas. The cheerleader who I... How do you know her?”
Nathan took the cell phone back, stared at the shot of the young girl. A sad look of disappointment on her face. “She’s my daughter.”
Author: Greens
Pairing/Character(s): The Petrellis, The Bennets, Meredith, Zach, possibly others. No romantic pairings as of yet.
Rating: PG13
Summary: Claire isn’t about to give up on getting to know her father.
Spoilers: Through 1x15 (Includes the paternity spoiler, so if you haven’t seen it yet and don’t wanna know.... just a warning:))
A/N: Claire is 17 for purposes of this fic. The title and lyrics in the beginning of the fic are from The Riddle (You and I) by Five For Fighting.
Warnings: spoilers through 1x15. That’s it I think.
Disclaimer: Heroes = not mine. *sigh*
“You haven’t said a word since we got in the car,” Zach said as he sat in Claire’s dad’s office. “Did you see him or not? What did you find out?”
Claire signed onto the Internet. “I found out that my mother is a liar.” she said “My dad... my real dad, gave her this envelope, so totally obviously filled with money. She said I want to run away with him. That I had this tragic life.”
“Well it is pretty tragic” Claire smacked him in the arm. “Oww.”
“She also told me that he didn’t want to see me. And it was so obvious that he did.”
“Why would she do that?” Claire shot him a look. “Got it. Manipulative bitch. Right.” He took a seat beside her. “So what’s with the net surfing?”
“I’m gonna find him myself,” she said “I have a first name, Nathan. I know he’s a politician in New York. I don’t really need anything else except for Google.”
Claire pounded the keys softly, reading through the search results. “There.” Zach said. “What about this one? Congressional race, New York State.”
Claire clicked on the link, waiting impatiently for the graphics to load. Pixel by pixel the image came into focus. “That’s it. That’s him.” she said “ That’s him.”
“Nathan Petrelli,” Zach read. “Congressional candidate for New York. Scroll down.” Claire did so. “Pictures with his children, mother, wife Heidi and brother Peter.”
“Peter?” Claire scrolled down to the picture. She stared at it for a moment. “Peter Petrelli,” She wasn’t supposed to remember him. She wasn’t supposed to remember that night at all. It couldn’t be possible. She and Peter were related. Did he know this? Had he known when he saved her that she was his niece? He hadn’t looked like he knew.
“Who is he, Claire?” Zach asked. “Do you know him from somewhere?”
Claire stared at the picture. She didn’t think she would ever see Peter again. She had begged the Haitian to get her in to see Peter. He had always turned her down, told Claire that her father had people watching him. It wasn’t safe for her. Had her dad known all along about Peter? About Nathan Petrelli being her birth father?
“Claire?”
Claire looked over at Zach. “No,” she said “No I don’t know him.” She x-ed out the screen. “I have to get to New York. I have to see him, meet my father.”
Zach laughed a bit. “And how are you gonna do that? It’s not like your dad is going to let you just get on a plane to New York.”
“I haven’t thought of that yet. I’ll think of something.”
Zach stood up slowly. “Well... nobody said that you have to go there. Why don’t you call him?”
“And say what? Hi, I’m Claire Bennet and I’m your daughter? He’d probably hang up on me.”
“So go to New York, stand at his door and say the same thing. He’ll slam it in your face and call the cops.”
Claire also stood now. “I’m gonna see him Zach. I will. There has to be an easier way. I just have to figure it out...”
>>>>>>
“I came right over as soon as I got your message” Peter unlooped the scarf from around his neck. “Are you OK?” Did something happen?” He stepped up to Nathan, hands on his brother’s shoulders.
Nathan nodded. “Come in... sit. Sit down. I have a big problem.”
Peter raised his eyebrows, took a seat. “What kind of big trouble. And what can I do?”
Nathan pushed his cell phone to Peter. It was flipped open, image clear on the screen.
Peter took a glance, stood quickly. “Claire?” he said “Is she OK? Did something happen to her? How... why did somebody send you a picture of Claire?”
“You know her?” Nathan still didn’t know how to form a statement about the situation. “How do you know her?”
“She... she’s the girl in Texas. The cheerleader who I... How do you know her?”
Nathan took the cell phone back, stared at the shot of the young girl. A sad look of disappointment on her face. “She’s my daughter.”