Downward Spiral (Paire) NC-17 [3/?]
Title: Downward Spiral
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes, or it would be on HBO
Pairing: Paire
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Peter’s been gone for 2 years, and in his wake he’s left a drug addicted Claire. Everyone is trying to help her, but he might be the only one who can get through to her.
Spoilers: Through the first few episodes of Season 2
Warnings: Drug Addiction, Angst, and Peter/Claire Canon
A/N: After Peter turned up in Ireland, he didn’t find out who he was until 2 years passed. That is where this story picks up. Just think: Claire and Peter fall in love, then she thinks she’s lost him forever.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
“You should have seen her, Matt.” Noah sighed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “She was completely strung out and it looks like she hasn’t eaten in weeks.”
Matt shook his head. He hadn’t had a lot of time to get to know Claire before she plummeted to the state she was in now, but he did know how much she meant to those around her and it killed him to see her slowly killing herself…even if she couldn’t die.
“Do we know exactly what she is on at this point?” Mohinder asked, bringing Matt a cup of tea as he sat down with the two other men at their kitchen table.
“I don’t know.” Noah said. “I know she’s drinking heavily. She’s done Methamphetamines in the past.” He just couldn’t believe his little girl was a drug addict and stripper.
“I don’t mean to alarm you, Noah, but that place she is working at is very sketchy.” Matt said. “We use to raid that place all the time. The owner is a real sleazy guy.”
“Oh, I know.” Noah bit out. “I already paid him a visit, and he pretty much told me to fuck off among other things.”
“You know we will always do whatever we can,” Mohinder said, feeling very sorry for Noah. If something like this ever happened to Molly it would absolutely obliterate him as well as Matt.
“I don’t know how we can have these superpowers at our disposal and we can’t even save Claire from herself.” Noah lamented.
“I know, but until Claire wants to get better, no one is going to be able to help her.” Matt said. He’d seen far too many people in Claire position in his line of work. Until they want to give up their lives of destruction, no one can make them.
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Claire tilted back the bottle of vodka, sucking out the last drops of the clear liquid before she threw it across the room, letting it shatter against the wall. She smoked the cigarette in her hand to the filter while she did the three lines of cocaine she had lined up in front of her on a dirty mirror.
She was starting to feel the tingle that she loved, but it wasn’t quite enough. The Meth would take her there, she knew it, so she quickly unwrapped the old aluminum foil she was using, laid the drugs on it and lit them.
She inhaled the smoke like it was he lifeline and her body began to become numb again, like her brain. Crystal was always her friend. The only problem was, it hyped her up, so she usually had to drink copious amounts of alcohol to stabilize her.
She cooked up two more batches of Crystal, the concoction she was taking would kill a normal person, but for her it was just the right amount to make her forget about everything.
It made forget about her dad and the fact that her mother had left him after she started to slip. It made her forget about her bio-dad who came to see her twice in the last two years and couldn’t even stay long enough to have any effect. It made her forget that she had said ‘fuck you’ to everyone of her friends even though they had managed to keep her alive over these years. It made her forget about the nightly beatings she’d gotten from every disgusting man she had brought home to her apartment. Most of all, it made her forget about that night she shared with Peter, when they expressed their love, only to lose him in the morning.
She jumped up from her spot on the floor and got ready for work. It would run a lot smoother now that she was properly high. And when she got there, she quickly changed before taking the stage.
The men were grabby that night. She’d had to have a bouncer knock at least five of them off of her. The VIP room was always the worst. For $30 bucks, any one of those sketchy could take her to a back room for a private dance. Danny, the manager, basically told her these men could have whatever they wanted, other than sex.
She always did a line before she took a guy to the VIP room. With enough drugs in her, she could go through the motions and not care that some guy that wasn’t Peter was grabbing at her breasts and trying to finger fuck her against her protests.
Once back home, with a fresh bag of drugs, Claire breathed a sigh of relief. She wished she never had to deal with people. She just wanted to be alone with her drugs. Why couldn’t anyone understand that?
Her lonely reverie didn’t last long as Nikki stormed through the door minutes after she prepared the Meth in her bag. “Claire, what the fuck are you doing?” Nikki demanded, hands on her hips.
“I’m busy!” Claire shot back, taking the lighter to the foil in front of her. Nikki marched into action, knocking the drugs from Claire hands.
Claire saw red and pushed Nikki out of the way. “What the fuck are you even doing here? Fuck you!” She screamed like a wild banshee and it took Nikki a minute to get her bearings.
“Claire, stop being a baby,” she huffed, knocking the small girl against the wall, a little harder than she should have, but this crap was getting old in Nikki’s opinion.
“Leave me alone!” Claire wailed, wanting nothing more than to get back to her drugs. “All I want is to be left along and you people keep barging in like you own the place!” She wasn’t making much sense, but she was high and irrational.
“No one owns the place, Claire. You’re getting kicked out.” Nikki was usually a proponent of tough love, so these arguments were old. Claire had been kicked out of at least 10 apartments in the last two years.
“Fuck off! I don’t need you! Go take care of your own family!” Claire spat. It was a low blow, and enough to get Nikki to unhand her and stalk out of the apartment. D.L. and Nikki had been having problems for over a year now, and Claire knew just how to make Nikki feel like shit. That was just want she needed to get them all out of her life again.
She knew it wouldn’t be long before one of them came knocking again, but for now she could pretend they all didn’t exist. For now she could grab the bottle of whiskey and retreat into her own abyss.
TBC…
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes, or it would be on HBO
Pairing: Paire
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Peter’s been gone for 2 years, and in his wake he’s left a drug addicted Claire. Everyone is trying to help her, but he might be the only one who can get through to her.
Spoilers: Through the first few episodes of Season 2
Warnings: Drug Addiction, Angst, and Peter/Claire Canon
A/N: After Peter turned up in Ireland, he didn’t find out who he was until 2 years passed. That is where this story picks up. Just think: Claire and Peter fall in love, then she thinks she’s lost him forever.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
“You should have seen her, Matt.” Noah sighed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “She was completely strung out and it looks like she hasn’t eaten in weeks.”
Matt shook his head. He hadn’t had a lot of time to get to know Claire before she plummeted to the state she was in now, but he did know how much she meant to those around her and it killed him to see her slowly killing herself…even if she couldn’t die.
“Do we know exactly what she is on at this point?” Mohinder asked, bringing Matt a cup of tea as he sat down with the two other men at their kitchen table.
“I don’t know.” Noah said. “I know she’s drinking heavily. She’s done Methamphetamines in the past.” He just couldn’t believe his little girl was a drug addict and stripper.
“I don’t mean to alarm you, Noah, but that place she is working at is very sketchy.” Matt said. “We use to raid that place all the time. The owner is a real sleazy guy.”
“Oh, I know.” Noah bit out. “I already paid him a visit, and he pretty much told me to fuck off among other things.”
“You know we will always do whatever we can,” Mohinder said, feeling very sorry for Noah. If something like this ever happened to Molly it would absolutely obliterate him as well as Matt.
“I don’t know how we can have these superpowers at our disposal and we can’t even save Claire from herself.” Noah lamented.
“I know, but until Claire wants to get better, no one is going to be able to help her.” Matt said. He’d seen far too many people in Claire position in his line of work. Until they want to give up their lives of destruction, no one can make them.
**********
Claire tilted back the bottle of vodka, sucking out the last drops of the clear liquid before she threw it across the room, letting it shatter against the wall. She smoked the cigarette in her hand to the filter while she did the three lines of cocaine she had lined up in front of her on a dirty mirror.
She was starting to feel the tingle that she loved, but it wasn’t quite enough. The Meth would take her there, she knew it, so she quickly unwrapped the old aluminum foil she was using, laid the drugs on it and lit them.
She inhaled the smoke like it was he lifeline and her body began to become numb again, like her brain. Crystal was always her friend. The only problem was, it hyped her up, so she usually had to drink copious amounts of alcohol to stabilize her.
She cooked up two more batches of Crystal, the concoction she was taking would kill a normal person, but for her it was just the right amount to make her forget about everything.
It made forget about her dad and the fact that her mother had left him after she started to slip. It made her forget about her bio-dad who came to see her twice in the last two years and couldn’t even stay long enough to have any effect. It made her forget that she had said ‘fuck you’ to everyone of her friends even though they had managed to keep her alive over these years. It made her forget about the nightly beatings she’d gotten from every disgusting man she had brought home to her apartment. Most of all, it made her forget about that night she shared with Peter, when they expressed their love, only to lose him in the morning.
She jumped up from her spot on the floor and got ready for work. It would run a lot smoother now that she was properly high. And when she got there, she quickly changed before taking the stage.
The men were grabby that night. She’d had to have a bouncer knock at least five of them off of her. The VIP room was always the worst. For $30 bucks, any one of those sketchy could take her to a back room for a private dance. Danny, the manager, basically told her these men could have whatever they wanted, other than sex.
She always did a line before she took a guy to the VIP room. With enough drugs in her, she could go through the motions and not care that some guy that wasn’t Peter was grabbing at her breasts and trying to finger fuck her against her protests.
Once back home, with a fresh bag of drugs, Claire breathed a sigh of relief. She wished she never had to deal with people. She just wanted to be alone with her drugs. Why couldn’t anyone understand that?
Her lonely reverie didn’t last long as Nikki stormed through the door minutes after she prepared the Meth in her bag. “Claire, what the fuck are you doing?” Nikki demanded, hands on her hips.
“I’m busy!” Claire shot back, taking the lighter to the foil in front of her. Nikki marched into action, knocking the drugs from Claire hands.
Claire saw red and pushed Nikki out of the way. “What the fuck are you even doing here? Fuck you!” She screamed like a wild banshee and it took Nikki a minute to get her bearings.
“Claire, stop being a baby,” she huffed, knocking the small girl against the wall, a little harder than she should have, but this crap was getting old in Nikki’s opinion.
“Leave me alone!” Claire wailed, wanting nothing more than to get back to her drugs. “All I want is to be left along and you people keep barging in like you own the place!” She wasn’t making much sense, but she was high and irrational.
“No one owns the place, Claire. You’re getting kicked out.” Nikki was usually a proponent of tough love, so these arguments were old. Claire had been kicked out of at least 10 apartments in the last two years.
“Fuck off! I don’t need you! Go take care of your own family!” Claire spat. It was a low blow, and enough to get Nikki to unhand her and stalk out of the apartment. D.L. and Nikki had been having problems for over a year now, and Claire knew just how to make Nikki feel like shit. That was just want she needed to get them all out of her life again.
She knew it wouldn’t be long before one of them came knocking again, but for now she could pretend they all didn’t exist. For now she could grab the bottle of whiskey and retreat into her own abyss.
TBC…