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Author: Ca
Title: Shock and Awe (2/?)
Fandom: Heroes/Doctor Who
Pairing: Plaude, 9th doctor/Peter
Rating: PG-13... ish.
Disclaimer: Not mine. etc.
Warnings: slash, randomness, 5YG
Summary: Claude comes back, 5 years late. And he's got a secret... Betaed by the rockin' top_hatted_girl with help from Lauren (psychicfridge), of course.
Word Count: 1014
"So what do ya say? Up for an adventure?" Claude's eyebrows raised as he looked to Peter expectantly. He had rarely taken on male companions in the past, K-9 being on the short list of exceptions, but Peter was unlike any other man he had ever met.
And he was a fellow Timelord. He didn't have to be alone anymore.
Claude banished the thoughts as quickly as they'd come - that was just naive.
"An adventure?" Peter asked softly, glancing towards the door and then back into those world-weary eyes.
He had wanted nothing more than for Claude to return. That is, except for his brother coming back to life, but that wasn't about to happen anytime soon.
"An adventure..." He gave it some serious thought, but.. he couldn't just run out on all his responsibilities here. "I have a girlfriend of sorts, and those people need me..."
Claude only smiled, and said, "You won't be missed."
Hurt flashed across Peter's face like that scar of his.
"I mean if we leave now.. we're in the Tardis so I can get you back to this time, this place. No one will ever have to know you left, least not once we're through."
==
And that's how it happened, how Peter and Claude ended up in a flying police box from circa 1962... on their way to Barcelona, the planet and not the city.
The Tardis made its obscene noise, landing flawlessly on the surface of the planet. Claude stretched, smiling at Peter before moving past him to the door.
"What are you waiting for?" he asked, running out into that familiar sunshine. "I haven't been here in a thousand, two thousand years easy." Claude sighed, soaking in the rays from the two suns that beat down from the too-blue sky.
Peter eventually followed, holding an arm over his face. His breath caught in his throat. "Does this place have--"
"Yep, perpetual sun." Claude cut him off, grinning. "This is a man-made earth. But not just that."
Claude wagged his finger, leading Peter to the very edge of the planet.
"It's in perpetual construction, so every time I come back it's infinitely more beautiful."
"So when you say you haven't been here in a thousand years..." Peter's eyes widened as easily a million little mechanical creatures descended upon a piece they found unsatisfactory. He found himself wondering if anyone even lived on Barcelona - it seemed a very desolate and lonesome planet. Rather like Claude in many ways. The young man could understand why he loved it so.
"What?" Claude asked, clapping him on the back. "I'm too old for ya now?" He gave a mirthful laugh, sitting abruptly and dragging Peter down with him.
Peter landed heavily on Claude's chest, the air leaving him for a moment. "You're old enough to be my dad; my grand-dad even.. maybe--" He was cut off by the blow to the back of the head, and their lips crashing near-violently. The stained-glass of the nearby cathedral swirled in his vision as the rest of the world faded away.
The Doctor pushed off Peter's coat, running his hand over the man's shirt. Just five short years ago, he had considered him a boy. Peter moaned into his lips, grasping desperately at Claude's shoulders, squeezing his eyes shut just as tight.
Then he was pushing Peter away, catching his breath and leaning his forehead on the other man's shoulder.
"Travel with me," he whispered. "I could show you things you've never dreamed of."
They were both riding the edge of desperation, and Peter's next kiss was all the answer Claude needed.
==
It seemed to Peter as though they were there for days, maybe even weeks. But they didn't need rest, or nourishment. The ultimate paradise.
"So who are you really, Dr. Claude?" Peter grinned defiantly, not even bothering to counter the ensuing smack.
"I'm a Timelord, the last of my kind..." Grey eyes honed in on Peter as the cloudless sky seemed to whirl around them like a Van Gogh painting - only there were four moons that Peter had been informed were nothing more than decoration. "The last of our kind," he corrected. "Or I thought I was."
"Hiro..."
"Is not as special as you are."
==
Just another peaceful day, and Peter almost wished for the incessant chirping of Earth birds, or music playing - something to break this unbreakable silence.
And that's when it happened. The mechanics all froze and the moon came up and the planet became ice-cold. It seemed like a matter of seconds, but Doctor Claude assured him it was several hours in the least.
"Has this ever happened?" Peter asked, startled to see his breath on the air when he finally gathered the lung-power to speak.
Claude barely had time to shake his head before they descended, thousands upon millions of little wind-up soldiers - benefitting no one but a passing stranger with their efforts. And they had turned their focus on them.
"Follow me," he whispered into Peter's ear, and they ran until they once again reached the planet's edge.
It was only a matter of time, and Claude wondered why Peter wasn't scared. But then, after what he had been through, what was a couple million alien robots?
The creatures closed in on them, forcing them back-to-back. It was like a bad thriller movie. Wasn't it always though?
"Ready, poodle?" The Doctor stood his ground, the screwdriver leaping to his hand. Peter nodded, never more grateful for Claude's training.
Before Peter's eyes, his feet turned to axles; his feet, to wheels. Startled, he looked to the sky, which was darkening by the moment, or whatever interval of time this planet preferred.
With a crack of lightning and a whir of the sonic screwdriver, the suns came out once more.
Claude made a face, raised an eyebrow, and just generally made fun until Peter's body regenerated. He glared at The Doctor, not entirely sure what had just transpired.
But all was forgotten with the first whir of the Tardis.
Title: Shock and Awe (2/?)
Fandom: Heroes/Doctor Who
Pairing: Plaude, 9th doctor/Peter
Rating: PG-13... ish.
Disclaimer: Not mine. etc.
Warnings: slash, randomness, 5YG
Summary: Claude comes back, 5 years late. And he's got a secret... Betaed by the rockin' top_hatted_girl with help from Lauren (psychicfridge), of course.
Word Count: 1014
"So what do ya say? Up for an adventure?" Claude's eyebrows raised as he looked to Peter expectantly. He had rarely taken on male companions in the past, K-9 being on the short list of exceptions, but Peter was unlike any other man he had ever met.
And he was a fellow Timelord. He didn't have to be alone anymore.
Claude banished the thoughts as quickly as they'd come - that was just naive.
"An adventure?" Peter asked softly, glancing towards the door and then back into those world-weary eyes.
He had wanted nothing more than for Claude to return. That is, except for his brother coming back to life, but that wasn't about to happen anytime soon.
"An adventure..." He gave it some serious thought, but.. he couldn't just run out on all his responsibilities here. "I have a girlfriend of sorts, and those people need me..."
Claude only smiled, and said, "You won't be missed."
Hurt flashed across Peter's face like that scar of his.
"I mean if we leave now.. we're in the Tardis so I can get you back to this time, this place. No one will ever have to know you left, least not once we're through."
==
And that's how it happened, how Peter and Claude ended up in a flying police box from circa 1962... on their way to Barcelona, the planet and not the city.
The Tardis made its obscene noise, landing flawlessly on the surface of the planet. Claude stretched, smiling at Peter before moving past him to the door.
"What are you waiting for?" he asked, running out into that familiar sunshine. "I haven't been here in a thousand, two thousand years easy." Claude sighed, soaking in the rays from the two suns that beat down from the too-blue sky.
Peter eventually followed, holding an arm over his face. His breath caught in his throat. "Does this place have--"
"Yep, perpetual sun." Claude cut him off, grinning. "This is a man-made earth. But not just that."
Claude wagged his finger, leading Peter to the very edge of the planet.
"It's in perpetual construction, so every time I come back it's infinitely more beautiful."
"So when you say you haven't been here in a thousand years..." Peter's eyes widened as easily a million little mechanical creatures descended upon a piece they found unsatisfactory. He found himself wondering if anyone even lived on Barcelona - it seemed a very desolate and lonesome planet. Rather like Claude in many ways. The young man could understand why he loved it so.
"What?" Claude asked, clapping him on the back. "I'm too old for ya now?" He gave a mirthful laugh, sitting abruptly and dragging Peter down with him.
Peter landed heavily on Claude's chest, the air leaving him for a moment. "You're old enough to be my dad; my grand-dad even.. maybe--" He was cut off by the blow to the back of the head, and their lips crashing near-violently. The stained-glass of the nearby cathedral swirled in his vision as the rest of the world faded away.
The Doctor pushed off Peter's coat, running his hand over the man's shirt. Just five short years ago, he had considered him a boy. Peter moaned into his lips, grasping desperately at Claude's shoulders, squeezing his eyes shut just as tight.
Then he was pushing Peter away, catching his breath and leaning his forehead on the other man's shoulder.
"Travel with me," he whispered. "I could show you things you've never dreamed of."
They were both riding the edge of desperation, and Peter's next kiss was all the answer Claude needed.
==
It seemed to Peter as though they were there for days, maybe even weeks. But they didn't need rest, or nourishment. The ultimate paradise.
"So who are you really, Dr. Claude?" Peter grinned defiantly, not even bothering to counter the ensuing smack.
"I'm a Timelord, the last of my kind..." Grey eyes honed in on Peter as the cloudless sky seemed to whirl around them like a Van Gogh painting - only there were four moons that Peter had been informed were nothing more than decoration. "The last of our kind," he corrected. "Or I thought I was."
"Hiro..."
"Is not as special as you are."
==
Just another peaceful day, and Peter almost wished for the incessant chirping of Earth birds, or music playing - something to break this unbreakable silence.
And that's when it happened. The mechanics all froze and the moon came up and the planet became ice-cold. It seemed like a matter of seconds, but Doctor Claude assured him it was several hours in the least.
"Has this ever happened?" Peter asked, startled to see his breath on the air when he finally gathered the lung-power to speak.
Claude barely had time to shake his head before they descended, thousands upon millions of little wind-up soldiers - benefitting no one but a passing stranger with their efforts. And they had turned their focus on them.
"Follow me," he whispered into Peter's ear, and they ran until they once again reached the planet's edge.
It was only a matter of time, and Claude wondered why Peter wasn't scared. But then, after what he had been through, what was a couple million alien robots?
The creatures closed in on them, forcing them back-to-back. It was like a bad thriller movie. Wasn't it always though?
"Ready, poodle?" The Doctor stood his ground, the screwdriver leaping to his hand. Peter nodded, never more grateful for Claude's training.
Before Peter's eyes, his feet turned to axles; his feet, to wheels. Startled, he looked to the sky, which was darkening by the moment, or whatever interval of time this planet preferred.
With a crack of lightning and a whir of the sonic screwdriver, the suns came out once more.
Claude made a face, raised an eyebrow, and just generally made fun until Peter's body regenerated. He glared at The Doctor, not entirely sure what had just transpired.
But all was forgotten with the first whir of the Tardis.