Remember (Paire) NC-17 [1/1]
Title: Remember
Pairing: Paire (canon-cest)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Peter is back to the future. The virus has killed 93% of the population. Can anyone make him remember the hero he used to be?
Spoilers: Up to “Out Of Time”
Warnings: The typical with canon Paire
A/N: This idea came to me while I was watching the episode tonight. Bare with me for any continuity errors as I’ve only seen the episode once. Enjoy!
Amnesia was a bitch. Peter felt groggy as his head swam. All this talk of viruses, death, and things he’s supposed to know were giving him a headache. He needed to find Caitlin. She was his responsibility and if anything happened to her it would be his fault. She was all he had. She was all he could remember.
“Mr. Petrelli,” the man who had taken him in asked in a gruff voice.
He was pulled from his thoughts and turned toward the man. It was still weird being called ‘Mr. Petrelli.’ It was vaguely familiar, but not enough that he recognized it as his own name.
“One of our people says she knows you. She is insistent on seeing you.” The man said. And if this really was Peter Petrelli, they sure as hell needed him to get his memory back if they were ever going to have a chance to fix the past.
Peter nodded mutely. All he could think about was the fact that there was someone in this building that knew him and could possibly shed some light on this situation. That way he could get his bearings, find Caitlin, and go back to his family, whoever they were.
He followed the man through a maze of hallways and finally to a room at the end of a long corridor. The man, he never had caught his name, motioned for him to go inside. The door slammed behind him immediately. He walked further into the room and looked up at the person who was silently occupying the room.
Golden locks filled his vision as he looked at the beautiful petite girl in front of him. His breath caught as she reminded him of something, he didn’t know what, but this was the closest feeling he had to remembering something since he turned up in Ireland. Though, he was still unaware of who he was standing before.
“Peter…” she breathed, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. She couldn’t believe he was there. She knew he wasn’t dead, but she hadn’t seen him since he flew out of her life the night he turned nuclear. She and Nathan were the only ones who believed he was alive, but now that Nathan was gone, she had to hold onto her belief alone.
“I’m sorry, I…” Peter started, to say he didn’t remember her, but before he could finish his arms were full of her. She flung herself into him and wrapped him in her tight embrace. She may have been small, but she was strong, and her arms nearly crushed him.
He stood there, unresponsive, and Claire let out a sob as she let him go. He was perplexed. There was something about this girl. She was obviously younger than he. He guessed she was just about 18 years old, which would mean that she must have been about 16 the last time he saw her. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something familiar about her.
"You really don’t remember me?” Claire cried, looking into his eyes. She desperately needed him to remember, not just to save the world, but for more selfish reasons. She needed him to remember her, and the night they shared just before he was torn from her life forever.
“This is all really strange,” Peter said, lamely as he moved to sit on the couch in the middle of the room. He held his head in his hands and looked up at her again as she sat next to him, taking his hand in hers.
“Tell me about it,” she muttered, wiping her eyes with her free hand.
“You seem familiar,” Peter admitted. “I feel like I should know you.”
“Oh Peter,” Claire cried again, pulling him to her in a hug. When she let him go, she looked into his eyes again, hoping that she could trigger something in his brain to bring him back to her.
“How…how do we know each other?” Peter asked, hoping he could pull more of his memory out by her words.
“You were my hero.” Claire smiled. He smiled back before he could help himself and she continued, “You were my uncle,” she said, the word was bitter in her mouth. “We only just met a few weeks before you left, but we were close.” She explained, looking down at their joined hands. Closer than anyone knew, she added silently.
“Uncle?” Peter looked at her quizzically, “that doesn’t seem right. And what do you mean, closer than anyone knew?”
Claire’s eyes widened as she realized he had been able to read her thoughts. She hadn’t known he had access to all his powers. “Ummm…” she started, unsure if she should really divulge their entire fucked up relationship. But she didn’t get the chance to go on as Peter’s head flew back and he began to breathe hard and fast, his fists clinching in her hands.
“PETER!” she cried, scared that something was wrong. His eyes were glassy and unresponsive.
Images flooded Peter all at once. His mother, his brother, New York City, the bomb, and Claire were the most prevalent. He choked as he tried to catch his breath, as he finally came back to reality and looked at the beautiful girl next to him. “Claire?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Peter!” Claire cried, throwing herself into his arms again. “You remember?” she asked, unable to keep the tears from flowing down her cheeks.
“Claire, how could I forget?” Peter asked, cupping her cheek and wiping the tears from her eyes. She was just as beautiful as the last time he saw her. Apparently the virus could not touch her.
“How much do you remember?” Claire asked, hesitantly. She didn’t want to assume that he remembered everything just to be pushed away if he didn’t.
“Bits and pieces,” Peter answered honestly. The images were more impressionistic than anything. When he saw her features fall, he smiled lightly and moved in closer to her. “I remember everything about us, though,” he breathed, a breath away from her.
Claire smiled back at him, honored that she held such an important place in his memory. “I missed you so much, Peter,” she cried, pushing herself into his lap as she clutched him tightly with both arms.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” Peter returned, breathing in her scent. “I’m not sure what happened after the explosion, but I ended up in Ireland with no memory.” He explained, settling her on his lap so that he could look at her.
“Is that where you met that woman?” Claire asked. She wasn’t going to bring up the mysterious Irish girl Peter had shown up with, but she couldn’t keep the words from tumbling out of her mouth. She had to know if he was with someone.
Peter saw the hurt in her eyes and he kissed her forehead lightly, “I didn’t remember you. I didn’t know who I was. She was there.” He explained, bluntly. “I think I needed something real to hold onto.”
“Are you together?” Claire asked weakly, fearing she already knew the answer.
“Not anymore.” Peter answered. It was an easy choice. Now that he remembered Claire, he couldn’t even pretend to be in love with anyone else. Claire’s eyes brightened at his admission and she pulled him to her again, this time placing a chaste kiss on his lips.
Peter pulled her closer to him, attacking her lips, this time deepening the kiss as his tongue easily slipped past her lips. He was sure he was supposed to feel bad for kissing his niece, but it didn’t seem to stop him from taking her virginity the night that he exploded, and he wasn’t about to question it now. But it did beg the question, “Where is the rest of the family?” he asked, pulling away from her just enough to speak.
Claire frowned a bit and rubbed the back of Peter’s neck as she answered, “They are gone, Peter.” His eyes widened and she tried to soothe him the best she could. “They died from the virus. It turns out that I can’t die. I think it’s the only reason I’m still here.” She shrugged. She had become far too comfortable with seeing those she loved die in front of her and Peter wished she hadn’t been forced to become so jaded.
“Oh God,” Peter said, trying to wrap his mind around the situation. “I have to fix this.”
Claire smiled at that. She knew she could count on Peter. “We can fix this,” she promised. “I know we can.”
“I just have to get control of these powers.” Peter sighed, a frustrated tone in his voice.
“I used to be able to help you with that,” Claire said, running her hands up and down his chest. She still couldn’t believe he was in front of her again.
“I know,” Peter said, his hands winding around her back as he pulled her to straddle his lap. “I remember.”
“I love you, Peter.” Claire said, looking directly into his eyes.
“I love you too, Claire.” Peter returned, no longer confused about the woman in front of him. She was his heart; he didn’t know how he ever forgot his heart. He leaned in and grasped her lips in another kiss. He didn’t mean for it to be more than that, but as she moaned against him with need, his passion took over and he pulled her flush against him, his tongue delving further into her hot mouth.
“Peter…” she breathed between kisses, her fingers pulling at his shirt. She knew this wasn’t the time, but she had waited for this for so long and having him there, in the flesh, was too much. She needed him inside her. She couldn’t wait.
“What do you need, baby?” Peter asked, running his fingers through her hair as he looking into her eyes.
“You.” Claire almost whimpered, “I need you. Please…” she couldn’t get her words to function, and she and Peter had always been better with actions than words.
Peter knew he should be coming up with a plan to save the world again. He should be worried that there were 50 cameras in this room recording his every move, but all he could think about was his Claire, writhing with desire in his lap and how he would do anything for her. “I’m here,” he assured her, pulling her neck down to meet her lips in another passionate kiss.
Claire quickly went back to work tugging at Peter’s shirt which finally slid off of him in one clean motion. His hands were working at the buttons of her shirt, feeling more like himself with every second he spent with Claire. “Touch me, Peter,” Claire moaned, pushing her lace covered breasts into his hands. He could do nothing but oblige as he rubbed her nipples into hardened peaks and she let her shirt fall to the floor.
Their kisses were hungry and messy as they both fought for more. More of each other. Claire grinded against his rapidly growing cock, hiding behind the denim of his jeans. She threw her head back and let out a long moan as she felt Peter’s lips wrapping around her nipple. He’d removed her bra seconds before and her body was in overdrive.
She couldn’t take it anymore. Everything was going too fast and too slow all at the same time. She reached down between them and pulled at Peter’s belt-buckle. In her urgency she was struggling and Peter couldn’t help but fall in love with her all over again as she jutted her bottom lip out in a pout at the offending garment.
He smiled and kissed her cheek before deftly removing his belt with one hand. He, in turn, moved his hand up her skirt, feeling the soft skin of her thigh. She was perfect.
Claire quickly shimmied Peter out of his jeans and boxers, laying her eyes on his erect cock that she remembered like they had just made love yesterday. A rush of dampness flooded her panties and she envisioned him thrusting inside her again.
She moved back onto Peter’s lap, straddling him again, and Peter pushed up her skirt so it gathered around her waist. He grunted and clenched his jaw as he felt her wet panties come into contact with his painfully hard cock. Pulling her down for another kiss, he let his knuckles move over the dampness between her legs. He wanted to feel exactly how wet she was for him. He found she was nearly drenched, and the animalistic nature in Peter took over as he ripped her panties from her.
Claire let out a surprised yelp and giggled as Peter growled at her and sucked at her neck. “You know, you can’t leave a hickey,” she laughed.
“I know, but I want everyone to know you are mine.” Peter said, knowing he sounded like a Neanderthal. But he didn’t care. Claire was his, and he was hers, forever it seemed, as neither of them could die.
“Always,” Claire said, seriously pulling back to look at him. “But will you please fuck me now.” She asked, her tone turning humorous.
Peter answered her with a hard kiss as he moved his cock to her dripping wet entrance. Claire bit her lip in concentration as she slowly impaled herself on him. She wanted to feel every inch fill her.
Peter clinched his eyes shut, his fingers digging into her hips as he tried to hold onto the last shreds of control that he still possessed.
Once Claire felt completely filled, she began to rise and fall on Peter’s cock, slowly at first and then faster and faster. “Peter…” her breath hitched as her dragged his teeth across her hardened nipple and she grabbed his head, sifting her fingers through his, now short hair.
“Claire…” he groaned, shifting his hips up to angle harder and deeper into her. “So good…”
“I’m…I’m so close,” Claire moaned keeping her eyes focused on Peter’s.
“Come for me, baby.” Peter breathed. He needed the release too. It was all too much. The sudden rush of memories; Claire; her heat wrapped around his cock; it was suffocating and beautiful all at the same time.
Claire rode him hard for a few more thrusts and then let out a high pitched moan as she came hard, clamping down on Peter’s pulsing cock. As she collapsed on top of him, her pussy walls fluttering around him, he pumped into her a couple more times before he came deep inside her, her name falling from his lips in release.
They lay there, panting and sated for several minutes before Claire finally rolled off of him, and cuddled into his side. “We have to fix the past,” she finally said. There was no use putting it off. There was not telling how much time the world had, and Peter needed to get control of his powers.
“When did it start” Peter asked, moving to pull his jeans and shirt on as Claire redressed and the snuggled back into each other on the couch.
“March of last year.” Claire said with a sniffle. It was still hard to believe everything that had happened since the explosion. “Nathan was first to go.” She said, quietly, holding Peter tighter as he tensed.
“I don’t know what to do, Claire.” Peter said, looking at her hopelessly.
“You’ve got to go back,” she said. “I know it’s hard, but you have to focus all of your energy and go back to before the virus broke out.” She was thinking of a plan herself.
“Where do I go? What do I do?” Peter asked, more to himself than to her.
“Find me.” Claire, said, her eyes growing wide. She knew her younger self would do anything for Peter, and with them together they could figure anything out.
“But how will I find you?” Peter asked, running a deft hand through her hair.
Claire tapped her finger to her chin in contemplation. She was trying to remember where she would have been around the time Peter needed to return to. Her eyes sparkled with an idea, “Costa Verde!” she said. “My dad moved us to Costa Verde four months after the explosion. That was before the virus broke out.” The wheels in her head were turning, “You need to focus all of your energy on returning to Costa Verde High on a weekday in early March,” she said, standing up and pulling him with her.
“But, what if I never see you again?” Peter asked. He’d just found her again, and he really didn’t want to lose her.
“I’ll be there,” Claire said. “It will be a younger version, but I’ll still be the Claire that loves you,” she smiled, kissing his cheek. “I will help you. I know I will. Trust me.” She said looking into his eyes.
“I do,” Peter affirmed. “Hold my hand,” he said, feeling that he would have more control if he could touch her.
“I love you,” Claire breathed just before Peter squeezed his eyes shut and blinked out of the room.
Peter appeared in the football field of what looked like a high school. But was it the right one? He looked around for some proof that he had done this right; that he had found a way to take control of his powers. He looked up and saw the sign that read “Costa Verde High School,” and smiled.
His smile widened when he noticed Claire, age 16, running toward him as fast as she could crying his name in delight.
Fin.
Pairing: Paire (canon-cest)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Peter is back to the future. The virus has killed 93% of the population. Can anyone make him remember the hero he used to be?
Spoilers: Up to “Out Of Time”
Warnings: The typical with canon Paire
A/N: This idea came to me while I was watching the episode tonight. Bare with me for any continuity errors as I’ve only seen the episode once. Enjoy!
Amnesia was a bitch. Peter felt groggy as his head swam. All this talk of viruses, death, and things he’s supposed to know were giving him a headache. He needed to find Caitlin. She was his responsibility and if anything happened to her it would be his fault. She was all he had. She was all he could remember.
“Mr. Petrelli,” the man who had taken him in asked in a gruff voice.
He was pulled from his thoughts and turned toward the man. It was still weird being called ‘Mr. Petrelli.’ It was vaguely familiar, but not enough that he recognized it as his own name.
“One of our people says she knows you. She is insistent on seeing you.” The man said. And if this really was Peter Petrelli, they sure as hell needed him to get his memory back if they were ever going to have a chance to fix the past.
Peter nodded mutely. All he could think about was the fact that there was someone in this building that knew him and could possibly shed some light on this situation. That way he could get his bearings, find Caitlin, and go back to his family, whoever they were.
He followed the man through a maze of hallways and finally to a room at the end of a long corridor. The man, he never had caught his name, motioned for him to go inside. The door slammed behind him immediately. He walked further into the room and looked up at the person who was silently occupying the room.
Golden locks filled his vision as he looked at the beautiful petite girl in front of him. His breath caught as she reminded him of something, he didn’t know what, but this was the closest feeling he had to remembering something since he turned up in Ireland. Though, he was still unaware of who he was standing before.
“Peter…” she breathed, tears stinging the corners of her eyes. She couldn’t believe he was there. She knew he wasn’t dead, but she hadn’t seen him since he flew out of her life the night he turned nuclear. She and Nathan were the only ones who believed he was alive, but now that Nathan was gone, she had to hold onto her belief alone.
“I’m sorry, I…” Peter started, to say he didn’t remember her, but before he could finish his arms were full of her. She flung herself into him and wrapped him in her tight embrace. She may have been small, but she was strong, and her arms nearly crushed him.
He stood there, unresponsive, and Claire let out a sob as she let him go. He was perplexed. There was something about this girl. She was obviously younger than he. He guessed she was just about 18 years old, which would mean that she must have been about 16 the last time he saw her. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but there was something familiar about her.
"You really don’t remember me?” Claire cried, looking into his eyes. She desperately needed him to remember, not just to save the world, but for more selfish reasons. She needed him to remember her, and the night they shared just before he was torn from her life forever.
“This is all really strange,” Peter said, lamely as he moved to sit on the couch in the middle of the room. He held his head in his hands and looked up at her again as she sat next to him, taking his hand in hers.
“Tell me about it,” she muttered, wiping her eyes with her free hand.
“You seem familiar,” Peter admitted. “I feel like I should know you.”
“Oh Peter,” Claire cried again, pulling him to her in a hug. When she let him go, she looked into his eyes again, hoping that she could trigger something in his brain to bring him back to her.
“How…how do we know each other?” Peter asked, hoping he could pull more of his memory out by her words.
“You were my hero.” Claire smiled. He smiled back before he could help himself and she continued, “You were my uncle,” she said, the word was bitter in her mouth. “We only just met a few weeks before you left, but we were close.” She explained, looking down at their joined hands. Closer than anyone knew, she added silently.
“Uncle?” Peter looked at her quizzically, “that doesn’t seem right. And what do you mean, closer than anyone knew?”
Claire’s eyes widened as she realized he had been able to read her thoughts. She hadn’t known he had access to all his powers. “Ummm…” she started, unsure if she should really divulge their entire fucked up relationship. But she didn’t get the chance to go on as Peter’s head flew back and he began to breathe hard and fast, his fists clinching in her hands.
“PETER!” she cried, scared that something was wrong. His eyes were glassy and unresponsive.
Images flooded Peter all at once. His mother, his brother, New York City, the bomb, and Claire were the most prevalent. He choked as he tried to catch his breath, as he finally came back to reality and looked at the beautiful girl next to him. “Claire?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Peter!” Claire cried, throwing herself into his arms again. “You remember?” she asked, unable to keep the tears from flowing down her cheeks.
“Claire, how could I forget?” Peter asked, cupping her cheek and wiping the tears from her eyes. She was just as beautiful as the last time he saw her. Apparently the virus could not touch her.
“How much do you remember?” Claire asked, hesitantly. She didn’t want to assume that he remembered everything just to be pushed away if he didn’t.
“Bits and pieces,” Peter answered honestly. The images were more impressionistic than anything. When he saw her features fall, he smiled lightly and moved in closer to her. “I remember everything about us, though,” he breathed, a breath away from her.
Claire smiled back at him, honored that she held such an important place in his memory. “I missed you so much, Peter,” she cried, pushing herself into his lap as she clutched him tightly with both arms.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” Peter returned, breathing in her scent. “I’m not sure what happened after the explosion, but I ended up in Ireland with no memory.” He explained, settling her on his lap so that he could look at her.
“Is that where you met that woman?” Claire asked. She wasn’t going to bring up the mysterious Irish girl Peter had shown up with, but she couldn’t keep the words from tumbling out of her mouth. She had to know if he was with someone.
Peter saw the hurt in her eyes and he kissed her forehead lightly, “I didn’t remember you. I didn’t know who I was. She was there.” He explained, bluntly. “I think I needed something real to hold onto.”
“Are you together?” Claire asked weakly, fearing she already knew the answer.
“Not anymore.” Peter answered. It was an easy choice. Now that he remembered Claire, he couldn’t even pretend to be in love with anyone else. Claire’s eyes brightened at his admission and she pulled him to her again, this time placing a chaste kiss on his lips.
Peter pulled her closer to him, attacking her lips, this time deepening the kiss as his tongue easily slipped past her lips. He was sure he was supposed to feel bad for kissing his niece, but it didn’t seem to stop him from taking her virginity the night that he exploded, and he wasn’t about to question it now. But it did beg the question, “Where is the rest of the family?” he asked, pulling away from her just enough to speak.
Claire frowned a bit and rubbed the back of Peter’s neck as she answered, “They are gone, Peter.” His eyes widened and she tried to soothe him the best she could. “They died from the virus. It turns out that I can’t die. I think it’s the only reason I’m still here.” She shrugged. She had become far too comfortable with seeing those she loved die in front of her and Peter wished she hadn’t been forced to become so jaded.
“Oh God,” Peter said, trying to wrap his mind around the situation. “I have to fix this.”
Claire smiled at that. She knew she could count on Peter. “We can fix this,” she promised. “I know we can.”
“I just have to get control of these powers.” Peter sighed, a frustrated tone in his voice.
“I used to be able to help you with that,” Claire said, running her hands up and down his chest. She still couldn’t believe he was in front of her again.
“I know,” Peter said, his hands winding around her back as he pulled her to straddle his lap. “I remember.”
“I love you, Peter.” Claire said, looking directly into his eyes.
“I love you too, Claire.” Peter returned, no longer confused about the woman in front of him. She was his heart; he didn’t know how he ever forgot his heart. He leaned in and grasped her lips in another kiss. He didn’t mean for it to be more than that, but as she moaned against him with need, his passion took over and he pulled her flush against him, his tongue delving further into her hot mouth.
“Peter…” she breathed between kisses, her fingers pulling at his shirt. She knew this wasn’t the time, but she had waited for this for so long and having him there, in the flesh, was too much. She needed him inside her. She couldn’t wait.
“What do you need, baby?” Peter asked, running his fingers through her hair as he looking into her eyes.
“You.” Claire almost whimpered, “I need you. Please…” she couldn’t get her words to function, and she and Peter had always been better with actions than words.
Peter knew he should be coming up with a plan to save the world again. He should be worried that there were 50 cameras in this room recording his every move, but all he could think about was his Claire, writhing with desire in his lap and how he would do anything for her. “I’m here,” he assured her, pulling her neck down to meet her lips in another passionate kiss.
Claire quickly went back to work tugging at Peter’s shirt which finally slid off of him in one clean motion. His hands were working at the buttons of her shirt, feeling more like himself with every second he spent with Claire. “Touch me, Peter,” Claire moaned, pushing her lace covered breasts into his hands. He could do nothing but oblige as he rubbed her nipples into hardened peaks and she let her shirt fall to the floor.
Their kisses were hungry and messy as they both fought for more. More of each other. Claire grinded against his rapidly growing cock, hiding behind the denim of his jeans. She threw her head back and let out a long moan as she felt Peter’s lips wrapping around her nipple. He’d removed her bra seconds before and her body was in overdrive.
She couldn’t take it anymore. Everything was going too fast and too slow all at the same time. She reached down between them and pulled at Peter’s belt-buckle. In her urgency she was struggling and Peter couldn’t help but fall in love with her all over again as she jutted her bottom lip out in a pout at the offending garment.
He smiled and kissed her cheek before deftly removing his belt with one hand. He, in turn, moved his hand up her skirt, feeling the soft skin of her thigh. She was perfect.
Claire quickly shimmied Peter out of his jeans and boxers, laying her eyes on his erect cock that she remembered like they had just made love yesterday. A rush of dampness flooded her panties and she envisioned him thrusting inside her again.
She moved back onto Peter’s lap, straddling him again, and Peter pushed up her skirt so it gathered around her waist. He grunted and clenched his jaw as he felt her wet panties come into contact with his painfully hard cock. Pulling her down for another kiss, he let his knuckles move over the dampness between her legs. He wanted to feel exactly how wet she was for him. He found she was nearly drenched, and the animalistic nature in Peter took over as he ripped her panties from her.
Claire let out a surprised yelp and giggled as Peter growled at her and sucked at her neck. “You know, you can’t leave a hickey,” she laughed.
“I know, but I want everyone to know you are mine.” Peter said, knowing he sounded like a Neanderthal. But he didn’t care. Claire was his, and he was hers, forever it seemed, as neither of them could die.
“Always,” Claire said, seriously pulling back to look at him. “But will you please fuck me now.” She asked, her tone turning humorous.
Peter answered her with a hard kiss as he moved his cock to her dripping wet entrance. Claire bit her lip in concentration as she slowly impaled herself on him. She wanted to feel every inch fill her.
Peter clinched his eyes shut, his fingers digging into her hips as he tried to hold onto the last shreds of control that he still possessed.
Once Claire felt completely filled, she began to rise and fall on Peter’s cock, slowly at first and then faster and faster. “Peter…” her breath hitched as her dragged his teeth across her hardened nipple and she grabbed his head, sifting her fingers through his, now short hair.
“Claire…” he groaned, shifting his hips up to angle harder and deeper into her. “So good…”
“I’m…I’m so close,” Claire moaned keeping her eyes focused on Peter’s.
“Come for me, baby.” Peter breathed. He needed the release too. It was all too much. The sudden rush of memories; Claire; her heat wrapped around his cock; it was suffocating and beautiful all at the same time.
Claire rode him hard for a few more thrusts and then let out a high pitched moan as she came hard, clamping down on Peter’s pulsing cock. As she collapsed on top of him, her pussy walls fluttering around him, he pumped into her a couple more times before he came deep inside her, her name falling from his lips in release.
They lay there, panting and sated for several minutes before Claire finally rolled off of him, and cuddled into his side. “We have to fix the past,” she finally said. There was no use putting it off. There was not telling how much time the world had, and Peter needed to get control of his powers.
“When did it start” Peter asked, moving to pull his jeans and shirt on as Claire redressed and the snuggled back into each other on the couch.
“March of last year.” Claire said with a sniffle. It was still hard to believe everything that had happened since the explosion. “Nathan was first to go.” She said, quietly, holding Peter tighter as he tensed.
“I don’t know what to do, Claire.” Peter said, looking at her hopelessly.
“You’ve got to go back,” she said. “I know it’s hard, but you have to focus all of your energy and go back to before the virus broke out.” She was thinking of a plan herself.
“Where do I go? What do I do?” Peter asked, more to himself than to her.
“Find me.” Claire, said, her eyes growing wide. She knew her younger self would do anything for Peter, and with them together they could figure anything out.
“But how will I find you?” Peter asked, running a deft hand through her hair.
Claire tapped her finger to her chin in contemplation. She was trying to remember where she would have been around the time Peter needed to return to. Her eyes sparkled with an idea, “Costa Verde!” she said. “My dad moved us to Costa Verde four months after the explosion. That was before the virus broke out.” The wheels in her head were turning, “You need to focus all of your energy on returning to Costa Verde High on a weekday in early March,” she said, standing up and pulling him with her.
“But, what if I never see you again?” Peter asked. He’d just found her again, and he really didn’t want to lose her.
“I’ll be there,” Claire said. “It will be a younger version, but I’ll still be the Claire that loves you,” she smiled, kissing his cheek. “I will help you. I know I will. Trust me.” She said looking into his eyes.
“I do,” Peter affirmed. “Hold my hand,” he said, feeling that he would have more control if he could touch her.
“I love you,” Claire breathed just before Peter squeezed his eyes shut and blinked out of the room.
Peter appeared in the football field of what looked like a high school. But was it the right one? He looked around for some proof that he had done this right; that he had found a way to take control of his powers. He looked up and saw the sign that read “Costa Verde High School,” and smiled.
His smile widened when he noticed Claire, age 16, running toward him as fast as she could crying his name in delight.
Fin.