realmof_themuse prompt 2009.8.f.2 [photo]
(This fic is kind of for humanmapquest mun who kept demanding more fics of bb!Claire and well, the idea of an au twist of her childhood amused us both. So this is basically a glimpse into if Claire had been raised by Nathan and the other Petrellis. Nothing too indepth, just amusing)
Photo Prompt
"Claire Petrelli, stop fidgeting."
The little blond froze at the sound of her grandmother's voice as the stern tone fell on her six year old ears, her wide green eyes sliding over to meet Angela Petrelli's eyes in the mirror. Then she gave a little huff, curling her hands at her sides as she tried not to fidget as the pretty redhead knelt in front of her, adding pins to the cream colored dress that needed to be fitted to her frame.
"It itches, grandma." Claire tried her best not to whine, her grandmother hated it when she whined.
"But it looks very pretty, Claire and don't you want a pretty dress for the party?" Her grandmother sounded faintly amused now as she watched her blond grandchild as she tried so very hard to be good. Many people wondered about her coloring, how she was so golden and light compared to the dark tones of everyone surrounding her. She was a little light among all the darkness, a flash of energy and laughter that could hardly be contained in the usually serious halls of the Petrelli mansion.
Angela felt like she was fighting a losing battle in trying to get her grandchild to be a little more serious; Claire had a way of getting what she wanted and it seemed the male Petrellis had a hard time saying no to her. Nathan did the best with her, he was stern when he needed to be but Angela knew that he gave in more than he should but he tried to do it in secret. Arthur often indulged their granddaughter, giving her little treats here and there when she asked for them, often making her promise not to tell the grandmother who knew anyways. Peter was the worse, he never said no to Claire but what could she expect from her youngest son? They were closer in age than Peter and his brother, so it was no surprise that they were close.
But it was the charm that Claire had with her blond curls, her innocent expression and the green eyes that conveyed every emotion that she was feeling. No, there wasn't much control there but she tried her hardest when she was around Angela and especially when her grandmother took her out shopping with her.
"I have a lot of dresses all ready." Claire pointed out, wondering why she couldn't wear one of the many other dresses in her closet. "I even have my Cinderella dress!"
"You cannot dress up in a costume for the party." Angela pointed out as she looked at the delicate watch around her wrist.
Claire gave a little pout, her eyes dropping to the redhead who was holding back a smile. When she thought Angela wasn't looking, the woman slipped a small candy out of the front of her apron and gave it to Claire; that would keep her quiet for awhile. Once they were done, the woman then helped Claire out of the dress, careful not to poke her and quickly the six year old girl rushed to get dressed in her normal clothes.
Angela took her to a couple other stores, finding new jewelery for herself and then a small necklace for Claire; the gift lulling the blond child into a bit of calmness after she had been getting horribly restless. They were walking down the street when Claire spotted something, tugging at her grandmother's hand before pointing, "Can we get some flowers? Daddy likes them." She pointed at the display of flowers.
Claire was allowed to pick out the roses that she wanted, choosing some pale white roses that reminded her of her dress as she wrapped her arms around the bouquet, sniffing softly at the petals before glancing up to notice a man standing nearby. He had a stoic look on his face, his blue eyes focused on her as he tilted his head a bit, studying the small girl. She watched him for a moment, blinking owlishly at him before she stepped closer, "Hello."
"Hello." His voice was nice, there was something soothing about it. Then he looked up, "Mrs. Petrelli." He nodded his head politely.
"Noah." Angela's voice was a touch cool before she reached down, touching Claire's shoulder, "Claire, go sit in the car with the driver."
Claire didn't hesitate, she merely flashed a smile at the man before she hurried over to where the driver was opening the door to the car. She settled in the backseat, hugging her flowers as she peeked over them a little, watching her grandmother talk to the man who handed her an envelope. Her grandmother looked a little annoyed with the man, her eyes darting to Claire before looking back and with a nod, she dismissed him. When she got into the backseat, she seemed quiet and withdrawn; making Claire worry all the way home.
When they pulled up in front of the house, Claire's worry over her grandmother was forgotten as she noticed another car pulling up and she quickly scrambled out of the car, ignoring her grandmother calling her name. She dashed towards the other figure as he unfolded himself from the car, turning to give her an indulgent smile as he bent down to hold out his arms.
"Hi Daddy!" Claire threw herself forward as he caught her, lifting her up into his arms as she made sure to hold the flowers to the side so that they didn't get squashed.
"Hello Claire, what do you have here?" Nathan chuckled a little bit, looking at the roses before glancing at her.
"Roses, Grandma let me buy them. Can we put them in the dining room?" She asked, her eyes dancing as she looked at the flowers and then back at him.
"Sure, we can put them wherever you want." He nodded, rubbing her back a little bit.
"Nathan, put her down, she's wearing a dress. You don't need to be flashing her panties at the whole world." Angela sniffed a bit as she stopped nearby, watching her oldest child with his daughter.
"Yes, Ma." Nathan rolled his eyes a little for his daughter's benefit, earning a giggle as he set her down and helped her straighten her dress. Then he took her hand, answering her questions about how his day was and if he put away any bad guys. He opened the door to the mansion for them, glancing up as he could see his father walking down the stairs.
"Grandpa!" Claire handed her dad the flowers, knowing that her grandfather wouldn't listen if he was told to put her down. She bounced into his arms, wrapping her own around his neck as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Look, Grandma bought me a necklace." She leaned back, showing him the little heart pendant against her neck.
"It's very pretty, sweetpea." He gave her another kiss on the forehead before glancing up and Claire could see him getting serious right away. She twisted in his arms a bit, looking at Angela who had the same serious look as she held up a manila envelope that had been given to her by the man she called Noah. Her grandfather sighed then, setting her down before looking at her with a smile, "Grandpa has to work." He then glanced at his son, "Nathan, can you pick up Peter from the library? Maybe take him and Claire out for supper?"
Claire could see her daddy frown, he was looking between his parents like he was trying to figure something out and Claire could feel herself frowning as well. Sometimes she felt like she was missing something, it was kind of like those mystery games that Peter tried to teach her to play the game where you had to find the weapon, the room where a body had been found and the person who had killed the person who had been found dead. Funny, her grandma kind of looked like Miss Scarlet but it would take her a bit of time to think of who her grandfather looked like.
She walked over, tugging at her daddy's hand as she looked up at him, "Daddy, can we have pizza?"
Nathan looked like he might argue for a moment but then he nodded, reaching down to pick Claire up as he decided to ignore whatever his mother had said before about holding her when she was in a dress. "Sure, let's go get changed and then we'll go."
As he carried her up the stairs, she could feel the tension oin his shoulders and in the air. It was thick, pressing on her as she watched her grandparents disappear into the den where she was never allowed to go. She frowned a little as she turned her head, pressing her face to her dad's shoulder as she felt his hand smooth over her curls as he carried her down to her room.
Her mind drifted to the man with the blue eyes, wondering what was hidden in the manila envelope and wondering why it would bother her grandparents so much. She sighed then, deciding that she hated secrets and she had to wonder why the Petrelli family had so many.
Photo Prompt
"Claire Petrelli, stop fidgeting."
The little blond froze at the sound of her grandmother's voice as the stern tone fell on her six year old ears, her wide green eyes sliding over to meet Angela Petrelli's eyes in the mirror. Then she gave a little huff, curling her hands at her sides as she tried not to fidget as the pretty redhead knelt in front of her, adding pins to the cream colored dress that needed to be fitted to her frame.
"It itches, grandma." Claire tried her best not to whine, her grandmother hated it when she whined.
"But it looks very pretty, Claire and don't you want a pretty dress for the party?" Her grandmother sounded faintly amused now as she watched her blond grandchild as she tried so very hard to be good. Many people wondered about her coloring, how she was so golden and light compared to the dark tones of everyone surrounding her. She was a little light among all the darkness, a flash of energy and laughter that could hardly be contained in the usually serious halls of the Petrelli mansion.
Angela felt like she was fighting a losing battle in trying to get her grandchild to be a little more serious; Claire had a way of getting what she wanted and it seemed the male Petrellis had a hard time saying no to her. Nathan did the best with her, he was stern when he needed to be but Angela knew that he gave in more than he should but he tried to do it in secret. Arthur often indulged their granddaughter, giving her little treats here and there when she asked for them, often making her promise not to tell the grandmother who knew anyways. Peter was the worse, he never said no to Claire but what could she expect from her youngest son? They were closer in age than Peter and his brother, so it was no surprise that they were close.
But it was the charm that Claire had with her blond curls, her innocent expression and the green eyes that conveyed every emotion that she was feeling. No, there wasn't much control there but she tried her hardest when she was around Angela and especially when her grandmother took her out shopping with her.
"I have a lot of dresses all ready." Claire pointed out, wondering why she couldn't wear one of the many other dresses in her closet. "I even have my Cinderella dress!"
"You cannot dress up in a costume for the party." Angela pointed out as she looked at the delicate watch around her wrist.
Claire gave a little pout, her eyes dropping to the redhead who was holding back a smile. When she thought Angela wasn't looking, the woman slipped a small candy out of the front of her apron and gave it to Claire; that would keep her quiet for awhile. Once they were done, the woman then helped Claire out of the dress, careful not to poke her and quickly the six year old girl rushed to get dressed in her normal clothes.
Angela took her to a couple other stores, finding new jewelery for herself and then a small necklace for Claire; the gift lulling the blond child into a bit of calmness after she had been getting horribly restless. They were walking down the street when Claire spotted something, tugging at her grandmother's hand before pointing, "Can we get some flowers? Daddy likes them." She pointed at the display of flowers.
Claire was allowed to pick out the roses that she wanted, choosing some pale white roses that reminded her of her dress as she wrapped her arms around the bouquet, sniffing softly at the petals before glancing up to notice a man standing nearby. He had a stoic look on his face, his blue eyes focused on her as he tilted his head a bit, studying the small girl. She watched him for a moment, blinking owlishly at him before she stepped closer, "Hello."
"Hello." His voice was nice, there was something soothing about it. Then he looked up, "Mrs. Petrelli." He nodded his head politely.
"Noah." Angela's voice was a touch cool before she reached down, touching Claire's shoulder, "Claire, go sit in the car with the driver."
Claire didn't hesitate, she merely flashed a smile at the man before she hurried over to where the driver was opening the door to the car. She settled in the backseat, hugging her flowers as she peeked over them a little, watching her grandmother talk to the man who handed her an envelope. Her grandmother looked a little annoyed with the man, her eyes darting to Claire before looking back and with a nod, she dismissed him. When she got into the backseat, she seemed quiet and withdrawn; making Claire worry all the way home.
When they pulled up in front of the house, Claire's worry over her grandmother was forgotten as she noticed another car pulling up and she quickly scrambled out of the car, ignoring her grandmother calling her name. She dashed towards the other figure as he unfolded himself from the car, turning to give her an indulgent smile as he bent down to hold out his arms.
"Hi Daddy!" Claire threw herself forward as he caught her, lifting her up into his arms as she made sure to hold the flowers to the side so that they didn't get squashed.
"Hello Claire, what do you have here?" Nathan chuckled a little bit, looking at the roses before glancing at her.
"Roses, Grandma let me buy them. Can we put them in the dining room?" She asked, her eyes dancing as she looked at the flowers and then back at him.
"Sure, we can put them wherever you want." He nodded, rubbing her back a little bit.
"Nathan, put her down, she's wearing a dress. You don't need to be flashing her panties at the whole world." Angela sniffed a bit as she stopped nearby, watching her oldest child with his daughter.
"Yes, Ma." Nathan rolled his eyes a little for his daughter's benefit, earning a giggle as he set her down and helped her straighten her dress. Then he took her hand, answering her questions about how his day was and if he put away any bad guys. He opened the door to the mansion for them, glancing up as he could see his father walking down the stairs.
"Grandpa!" Claire handed her dad the flowers, knowing that her grandfather wouldn't listen if he was told to put her down. She bounced into his arms, wrapping her own around his neck as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Look, Grandma bought me a necklace." She leaned back, showing him the little heart pendant against her neck.
"It's very pretty, sweetpea." He gave her another kiss on the forehead before glancing up and Claire could see him getting serious right away. She twisted in his arms a bit, looking at Angela who had the same serious look as she held up a manila envelope that had been given to her by the man she called Noah. Her grandfather sighed then, setting her down before looking at her with a smile, "Grandpa has to work." He then glanced at his son, "Nathan, can you pick up Peter from the library? Maybe take him and Claire out for supper?"
Claire could see her daddy frown, he was looking between his parents like he was trying to figure something out and Claire could feel herself frowning as well. Sometimes she felt like she was missing something, it was kind of like those mystery games that Peter tried to teach her to play the game where you had to find the weapon, the room where a body had been found and the person who had killed the person who had been found dead. Funny, her grandma kind of looked like Miss Scarlet but it would take her a bit of time to think of who her grandfather looked like.
She walked over, tugging at her daddy's hand as she looked up at him, "Daddy, can we have pizza?"
Nathan looked like he might argue for a moment but then he nodded, reaching down to pick Claire up as he decided to ignore whatever his mother had said before about holding her when she was in a dress. "Sure, let's go get changed and then we'll go."
As he carried her up the stairs, she could feel the tension oin his shoulders and in the air. It was thick, pressing on her as she watched her grandparents disappear into the den where she was never allowed to go. She frowned a little as she turned her head, pressing her face to her dad's shoulder as she felt his hand smooth over her curls as he carried her down to her room.
Her mind drifted to the man with the blue eyes, wondering what was hidden in the manila envelope and wondering why it would bother her grandparents so much. She sighed then, deciding that she hated secrets and she had to wonder why the Petrelli family had so many.