fic: as you wish
Title: As you wish
Characters: Claire and Peter, mostly.
Word Counting: 500 words
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own the song: I'll be home for Christmas, of course. And I asked Santa for Peter and Claire, but I don't think they will fit on my stocking ;)
Summary: Peter and Claire are separated by an ocean.
A/N: Un betaed! Written for the I'll be home for Xmas prompt a
12daysofpaire.
Spoilers: S2, well my own version of S2, Peter was in Ireland at the beginning of December.
Days turned into weeks and he was still missing, she gazed at the skies and searched for a miracle in every star.
Claire knew that Christmas was going to hurt the most, it was the time you are supposed to share with the ones you love. They should be together for the holidays, arguing about who was going to fly to the other, him of course, she chuckled at the thought, that was a fight that even in her mind she wouldn’t lose.
There was no need to get him a present; she really wanted to, something suitable to a hero, her hero.
A soft cashmere scarf between her fingers, the salesgirl said it was caramel while she pictured him wearing it tight against his neck, thinking of her in a NY street.
She bought it, Peter saved her life and she was keeping him from the cold, hysterical.
Hours later she laughed remembering their funniest talk, running of the city they managed to discuss him wearing a superhero costume, cape and all.
Spent afternoons scanning comic books and changing them until they resemble him, long black bangs and soulful eyes. The story of guy who was a male nurse by day and a superhero by night and between shifts, an instant hit in her opinion.
Peter Petrelli is Sponge Boy… saving cheerleaders all over the world! Read the cover with the image of Peter flying in a red and blue outfit.
She only wanted to see him laugh, a full honest chuckle as her reward.
Almost Christmas and she wondered if his gifts would end up gathering dust in her closet.
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A face he didn’t recognize in the mirror, a name that sounded strange to his ears.
What frustrated him the most was that he knew he didn’t like caviar and that he preferred Batman over Superman, he recalled random bits of information but he couldn’t remember who he was.
He was certain he has a family somewhere; the void in his heart told him that.
Caitlin met him at the door, excited and already dressed for the party.
You should have been here hours ago! She said, her accent so foreign, reminded him how much he didn’t belong.
He shrugged and took off his jacket without meeting her eyes: I needed to clear my mind.
Minutes later he watched from a corner, people laughing all around him, eating and drinking, family and friends celebrating.
It’s the songs that leaded him to his breaking point:
I’ll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams.
Peter vanished on thin air.
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Claire was combing her hair when it happened, a soundless lightning and then Peter stood in the middle of her room.
In seconds, her face is buried on his shoulder already wet with tears, and Peter held her tightly against his chest fearing it’s a dream.
I wished for home, I wished for you. His statement surprised them both.
The sadness and pain faded away in his arms.
Characters: Claire and Peter, mostly.
Word Counting: 500 words
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own the song: I'll be home for Christmas, of course. And I asked Santa for Peter and Claire, but I don't think they will fit on my stocking ;)
Summary: Peter and Claire are separated by an ocean.
A/N: Un betaed! Written for the I'll be home for Xmas prompt a
12daysofpaire.
Spoilers: S2, well my own version of S2, Peter was in Ireland at the beginning of December.
Days turned into weeks and he was still missing, she gazed at the skies and searched for a miracle in every star.
Claire knew that Christmas was going to hurt the most, it was the time you are supposed to share with the ones you love. They should be together for the holidays, arguing about who was going to fly to the other, him of course, she chuckled at the thought, that was a fight that even in her mind she wouldn’t lose.
There was no need to get him a present; she really wanted to, something suitable to a hero, her hero.
A soft cashmere scarf between her fingers, the salesgirl said it was caramel while she pictured him wearing it tight against his neck, thinking of her in a NY street.
She bought it, Peter saved her life and she was keeping him from the cold, hysterical.
Hours later she laughed remembering their funniest talk, running of the city they managed to discuss him wearing a superhero costume, cape and all.
Spent afternoons scanning comic books and changing them until they resemble him, long black bangs and soulful eyes. The story of guy who was a male nurse by day and a superhero by night and between shifts, an instant hit in her opinion.
Peter Petrelli is Sponge Boy… saving cheerleaders all over the world! Read the cover with the image of Peter flying in a red and blue outfit.
She only wanted to see him laugh, a full honest chuckle as her reward.
Almost Christmas and she wondered if his gifts would end up gathering dust in her closet.
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A face he didn’t recognize in the mirror, a name that sounded strange to his ears.
What frustrated him the most was that he knew he didn’t like caviar and that he preferred Batman over Superman, he recalled random bits of information but he couldn’t remember who he was.
He was certain he has a family somewhere; the void in his heart told him that.
Caitlin met him at the door, excited and already dressed for the party.
You should have been here hours ago! She said, her accent so foreign, reminded him how much he didn’t belong.
He shrugged and took off his jacket without meeting her eyes: I needed to clear my mind.
Minutes later he watched from a corner, people laughing all around him, eating and drinking, family and friends celebrating.
It’s the songs that leaded him to his breaking point:
I’ll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams.
Peter vanished on thin air.
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Claire was combing her hair when it happened, a soundless lightning and then Peter stood in the middle of her room.
In seconds, her face is buried on his shoulder already wet with tears, and Peter held her tightly against his chest fearing it’s a dream.
I wished for home, I wished for you. His statement surprised them both.
The sadness and pain faded away in his arms.