Find me in the darkness
Title: Find Me In The Darkness
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Peter/Claire
Word Count: 491.
A/N: Written for the "Time" challenge at pairechallenge. You only need to know the first Paire scene of S3, only spoiler in here. Reviews are LOVE!
Summary: You don’t know how hard you can fall, until you hit the ground.
In every person there’s a limit, a breaking point that if it’s crossed it can shatters everything, she acknowledged she was on the edge when she put a gun to Peter’s head and pulled the trigger. The moment she realized she had become her worst nightmare.
It was true; you don’t know how hard you can fall, until you hit the ground.
That’s when she started running from all, although she quickly learned that not matter the distance she couldn’t escape her own skin.
Nothing seemed to work, nor bullets or chainsaws, pills, poisons or throwing herself from cliffs, immortality was definitely a disease without a cure. Because afterwards there’s one breathe and then another, death likes to play games with her, another frequent visitor that never stays.
She always liked the pain, soaring and making sure she’s human and also permanently alive, there isn’t an option about that, now she didn’t have the pain either.
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Claire went missing on a Tuesday night, he used all the powers he has collected and it still took him 16 Fridays to find her.
Her screams could be heard for miles, an isolated cabin stood between the trees and the permanent snow. Inside, all the furniture was torn, marks of knifes and bullet holes decorating the walls, he thought it was the cruelest scene of a massacre without any casualties.
He never imagined she was capable of this destruction, maybe he didn’t want to believe she was.
Sitting in a bathtub of her own blood, Claire seemed to be extremely small and lost, the vacant look in her eyes will always haunt him. Peter didn’t speak and only managed a teary smile as he picked her up.
Humming an ancient song he wipes the blood from her body, for a second she recalled that he was a professional of taking care of others, and found comfort in knowing that despite everything, he’s still the same man she used to know.
It’s been hours that feel like days, they’re tangled in each other’s arms while he keeps murmuring some type of lullaby; she wonders what morning will bring.
I don’t wanna be myself anymore. It was the first sentence that came of her mouth.
Then let’s be us. He replied crushing his lips to hers and devouring the sigh she was holding and then her hands are keeping him close.
One more time she let herself believe in her in them, and she’s slowly patching up the shreds of her soul.
She presented him a coy smile before she caressed his face and gave him a sweet peck on his rugged neck.
Peter, the only real thing we have it’s time.
In the middle of nowhere, she laid her head on his chest wrapped her arms around him and finally let sleep come. Tomorrow didn’t feel like condemn anymore.
From now on she’ll measure the ages by the constant beating of his heart, nothing else.