Heroes, "Distress Call" Peter, Claire
Fandom: Heroes
Title: Distress Call
Author: Paynesgrey
Genre: Humor/General
Characters/Pairings: Claire, Peter, Sylar!Nathan
Word Count: 412
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Season 4, Fake "Thanksgiving" speculation
Notes: Written for the "Future" challenge at pairechallenge. Haha, this fic is totally not serious.
Summary: Claire calls Peter for help, but he's the one who really needs it.
“Hello?”
“Peter, it’s Claire.”
“Claire, this is a really bad time to be calling me. I have to go…”
“No, wait! Just give me a second,” she begged, and Peter reluctantly agreed as he dodged a sharp projectile coming toward him. He really should be monitoring the fight in the dining room, but Claire sounded desperate.
“Make it quick…uh, we have a problem here,” Peter said, gritting his teeth.
“I need to run away,” she said. “You have to come pick me up. I’m going crazy. Mom’s new boyfriend Doug is a total douche, and Dad’s seeing this Lauren chick - I seriously want to strangle her, not too mention they all think my future is ruined because I’m dropping out of college…”
“Wait, Claire, you called me for this?” Peter was angry, and he hoped she sensed it. “I’m stuck in a life or death situation here! I don’t have time to deal with this!”
“Peter! What could be more horrifying than spending an awkward Thanksgiving with divorced parents who are dating terrible caricatures of an after-school special? You have to save me! You’re my hero, remember?”
“Claire, you know what’s worse than that?” Peter seethed, “Spending Thanksgiving with Sylar!”
“What? Don’t joke around, Peter! Sylar is dead,” Claire fumed at him.
“Well, apparently he’s not. Look, it’s a long story… one I will gladly tell you once this horrible holiday is over and I stop him.” Peter sighed chuckling weakly. He ducked when butcher knife came hurdling toward his head. “Hey! That almost killed me!”
“Sorry, eagle scout,” Nathan cooed at him; though, it was probably not Nathan at this moment. Sylar had taken over, at least for now, while the two personalities were still fighting to gain control of one body. Peter watched as Nathan (as Sylar) slammed their mother against the wall and began to lift his finger for the kill. Nathan’s face shape-shifted, warring back and forth with Sylar’s persona. When his mother started to scream, Peter’s jaw dropped.
“Claire, I have to go. Even though I’m really pissed at her, I have to save my mother,” Peter groaned, but Claire began to protest on the phone. As much as Peter would rather see Claire at this moment, he really had to stop this fight.
“Peter, wait! I’m coming over!” she exclaimed, and Peter heard one last thing before he tossed away the phone. “I’d rather have Thanksgiving with you and Sylar than Doug and Lauren!”
Title: Distress Call
Author: Paynesgrey
Genre: Humor/General
Characters/Pairings: Claire, Peter, Sylar!Nathan
Word Count: 412
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Season 4, Fake "Thanksgiving" speculation
Notes: Written for the "Future" challenge at pairechallenge. Haha, this fic is totally not serious.
Summary: Claire calls Peter for help, but he's the one who really needs it.
“Hello?”
“Peter, it’s Claire.”
“Claire, this is a really bad time to be calling me. I have to go…”
“No, wait! Just give me a second,” she begged, and Peter reluctantly agreed as he dodged a sharp projectile coming toward him. He really should be monitoring the fight in the dining room, but Claire sounded desperate.
“Make it quick…uh, we have a problem here,” Peter said, gritting his teeth.
“I need to run away,” she said. “You have to come pick me up. I’m going crazy. Mom’s new boyfriend Doug is a total douche, and Dad’s seeing this Lauren chick - I seriously want to strangle her, not too mention they all think my future is ruined because I’m dropping out of college…”
“Wait, Claire, you called me for this?” Peter was angry, and he hoped she sensed it. “I’m stuck in a life or death situation here! I don’t have time to deal with this!”
“Peter! What could be more horrifying than spending an awkward Thanksgiving with divorced parents who are dating terrible caricatures of an after-school special? You have to save me! You’re my hero, remember?”
“Claire, you know what’s worse than that?” Peter seethed, “Spending Thanksgiving with Sylar!”
“What? Don’t joke around, Peter! Sylar is dead,” Claire fumed at him.
“Well, apparently he’s not. Look, it’s a long story… one I will gladly tell you once this horrible holiday is over and I stop him.” Peter sighed chuckling weakly. He ducked when butcher knife came hurdling toward his head. “Hey! That almost killed me!”
“Sorry, eagle scout,” Nathan cooed at him; though, it was probably not Nathan at this moment. Sylar had taken over, at least for now, while the two personalities were still fighting to gain control of one body. Peter watched as Nathan (as Sylar) slammed their mother against the wall and began to lift his finger for the kill. Nathan’s face shape-shifted, warring back and forth with Sylar’s persona. When his mother started to scream, Peter’s jaw dropped.
“Claire, I have to go. Even though I’m really pissed at her, I have to save my mother,” Peter groaned, but Claire began to protest on the phone. As much as Peter would rather see Claire at this moment, he really had to stop this fight.
“Peter, wait! I’m coming over!” she exclaimed, and Peter heard one last thing before he tossed away the phone. “I’d rather have Thanksgiving with you and Sylar than Doug and Lauren!”