Five Years Gone (Paire) Part 1/?
Title: Five Years Gone
Author:
summer_cities aka sarahliz1624 aka Sarah
Rating: Will most likely be M or MA, but for now it's T. There will be warning before an up in the rating and there will be a kiddie - friendly version.
Pairing: Peter/Claire
Summary: Five years after the bomb destroys New York, Peter and Claire have moved on with their lives, both believing that the other is dead. AU but they are still related.
Spoilers: All of Season 1.
Reviews: Much appreciated. Positive AND Negative are lovely. Thank you!!
PS: You DON'T have to be a Heroes fan, or have even seen Heroes, to enjoy this. Just be sure to watch the trailer first.
You can also see the trailer here. I suggest you watch it first so as not to be confused and to get a taste of what is to come. Now, on with the fic!!
Five Years Gone
Claire Bennet
November 8, 2011
The Burnt Toast Café in Midland, Texas, was the home of many things; for starters there was the Blue Plate Special that people would travel across eight towns and three counties for. There was, of course, the fast and friendly service that regular customers had come to expect and appreciate from the staff. It also housed its very own tragedy; Charlie Andrews, a much loved waitress and local farmer’s daughter, had been brutally murdered there by Gabriel “Sylar” Grey. And last, but not least, it was the home and hiding place of one Claire Bennet, now known as Sandra Butler.
Men had always paid attention to Sandra. Having her ass grabbed at 3am by a drunken moron was not a rare occurrence for her, nor did it cause her any distress. After all, it happened nearly every night she took a shift. But she was tough. The young waitress had been known, on more than one occasion, to grab a man by the ear and drag him to the curb.
No one messed with her.
But who could blame them for trying? After all, Sandra was a beautiful girl. She had a slender figure that curved in all the right places, her long brown hair fell softly past her shoulders, not bothering to wave or coil on the way down, and her bright green eyes could catch a guy off-guard from across the room. Yes, Miss Butler was a knockout, to say the least, and not one man in town failed to notice (and neither did their wives).
But alas, it seemed that she only had eyes for one guy; Andy. A cook in the café, he had been drawn to her from the day that they met. He was tall, blonde and lanky, with a winning smile and a heart of gold. Andy was the all-American boy, and it seemed that Sandra had reluctantly fallen for him too. They were Midland’s golden couple; the school board even had a pool going on how long it would take for them to get hitched. It was even money on the following June.
As the head waitress of the Burnt Toast Café, Sandra was a busy girl, although that never prevented her from being one of the friendliest people you’d ever meet, and her grin never failed to bring some of Midland’s oldest and grumpiest residents back time and again for a slice of pie and a quick chat with the young woman. She always smiled and laughed, but didn’t say much. She was shy that way.
Except for with that one guy, the one that Andy liked to call ‘the creepy guy with the glasses’. He was usually in once every other week or so, even though no one knew who he was. Perhaps he was a traveling salesman, some had speculated, but no one could be sure. All anyone was sure of was that he always sat in Sandra’s section, he was always reading a copy of the “Midland Daily”, and she always lingered at his table just a little longer than the others.
“Now just holler at me if y’all need anything else, ok?” Sandra offered, setting two platters down in front of her customers at the bar. She beamed cheerfully as she backed away and skirted off in the direction of the kitchen. As she reached the door something caught her ear and she sashayed around the counter, taking a seat on one of the stools and staring up at the television set that was mounted on the wall behind the bar.
“Right now, we’re watching live footage of the President approaching Marine One for his trip to his home state, New York.” the announcer stated. President Nathan Petrelli was on screen, crossing the lawn in front of the White House with a smirk on his face, waving at the crowd. Sandra’s lip curled in disgust at this man, the President of the United States of America.
Even thinking about the man who had sent her and so many like her into hiding her made her ill. Lives had been destroyed, people killed, all because the world was afraid of the people who could do extraordinary things. Telepaths, the telekinetic, healers, empaths, all of them were being hunted. People with abilities were tracked, quarantined, sterilized, even jailed and murdered; all because of the man America called their commander.
The anchor continued. “The White House promises a major policy shift during the…”
“You know, Sandra,” A voice interrupted her concentration on the newscast, instead bringing her attention to the handsome young man leaning his hand on the back of her chair. “For a girl who’s supposed to hate the President, you sure do perk up whenever he’s on.” he indicated. Sandra had never noticed this; during her time in Midland she had never veiled her distaste for their leader, but Andy’s implication made her realize that watching him on television and skimming the paper for articles on him at every opportunity really didn’t help to enforce her standpoint.
“I just like to stay informed.” she responded quickly, staring back at him. Andy walked around to the other side, bending over the counter in her direction. “After all,” she quipped, “How can I have an opinion on him, or anything for that matter, without knowing all the facts?”
“Well just be careful,” Andy replied. “A guy could get jealous.”
“He’s old enough to be my father.” Sandra retorted distastefully, stealing one last glance at the screen before returning her full attention to the man in front of her. It was true. Nathan Petrelli was old enough to be her father. And she should know.
After all, he was.
The fact that she came from the same blood as that monster was nearly unfathomable. She remembered a time when she believed that there was good in him; a time when she believed that he could, and would, do the right thing. She knew she’d never forgive herself for being so naïve. She knew that the things that were happening in the world today disgusted her so much not only because of the pain that they caused, but because she could have done something to prevent them.
“Earth to Sandra; are you still here?” Andy waved his hand in front of her eyes, snapping her out of her trance.
“Sorry. I was just… never mind. What did you say?” she asked.
“That guy’s back. Sitting in your section again.” he notified her. “Want me to get Louise to take him?”
“Thanks, but I’m fine. He’s harmless. Unlike some men I know.” she responded light-heartedly, leaning over to give him a peck on the cheek before grabbing the full coffee pot on the counter and turning towards the table which seated ‘the creepy guy with the glasses’.
“Hello, sir.” she greeted cheerfully. “How are you today?” Taking the mug on the table and flipping it over, she poured him a cup of coffee, only taking her eyes off him for one second to make sure the cup didn’t overflow.
“I’m fine, thank you.” he responded pleasantly, not bothering to look up from his paper. “How are you?” he asked, perhaps a little too genuinely.
“Great, thanks.” Sandra walked around him, leaning precariously over the man’s shoulder, pretending point to something on the menu. “I missed you, Dad.” she whispered.
The president may have been her biological father, but this man was her Dad. The ‘creepy guy with the glasses was the man who’d raised her, the one who’d picked her up and rocked her when she cried at night, singing that lullaby she remembered to that day. This man was the one who taught her how to ride a bike, and kissed her knee to make it better when she fell off and scraped it. He was he man who had promised to protect her, no matter what it took. Petrelli may have been her blood, but this guy with the glasses was her family.
“I missed you too, Claire-Bear.” he replied, reaching over his shoulder and taking hold of her hand.
Sandra flinched at the sound of her real name, standing upright and rounding the table again, letting his fingers drop back to the table. “So, what’ll it be?” she asked, her professional persona back in place. After taking his order, she gracefully turned away and waltzed into the kitchen. Although no one noticed, the man’s eyes never left the back of the young woman’s head.
“So, what’s he having this time?” Andy asked, looking up from his grill and throwing a sly look in Sandra’s direction.
“French toast.” Sandra sang, leaning on the opened door to the kitchen. She smiled at her boyfriend and added, “Thank you, dear!” Andy laughed and returned to his work while his girlfriend turned back to the dining room.
The man with the glasses was reading his paper again, stealing glances at the waitress whenever he could. Sandra wiped down the counters and pretended to ignore him, just like she always did. The truth was, having him there made her feel safe. He watched over her. Sandra smiled. She prayed he would always be there. She needed him, after all. Part Two
Author:
summer_cities aka sarahliz1624 aka Sarah
Rating: Will most likely be M or MA, but for now it's T. There will be warning before an up in the rating and there will be a kiddie - friendly version.
Pairing: Peter/Claire
Summary: Five years after the bomb destroys New York, Peter and Claire have moved on with their lives, both believing that the other is dead. AU but they are still related.
Spoilers: All of Season 1.
Reviews: Much appreciated. Positive AND Negative are lovely. Thank you!!
PS: You DON'T have to be a Heroes fan, or have even seen Heroes, to enjoy this. Just be sure to watch the trailer first.
You can also see the trailer here. I suggest you watch it first so as not to be confused and to get a taste of what is to come. Now, on with the fic!!
Five Years Gone
Claire Bennet
November 8, 2011
The Burnt Toast Café in Midland, Texas, was the home of many things; for starters there was the Blue Plate Special that people would travel across eight towns and three counties for. There was, of course, the fast and friendly service that regular customers had come to expect and appreciate from the staff. It also housed its very own tragedy; Charlie Andrews, a much loved waitress and local farmer’s daughter, had been brutally murdered there by Gabriel “Sylar” Grey. And last, but not least, it was the home and hiding place of one Claire Bennet, now known as Sandra Butler.
Men had always paid attention to Sandra. Having her ass grabbed at 3am by a drunken moron was not a rare occurrence for her, nor did it cause her any distress. After all, it happened nearly every night she took a shift. But she was tough. The young waitress had been known, on more than one occasion, to grab a man by the ear and drag him to the curb.
No one messed with her.
But who could blame them for trying? After all, Sandra was a beautiful girl. She had a slender figure that curved in all the right places, her long brown hair fell softly past her shoulders, not bothering to wave or coil on the way down, and her bright green eyes could catch a guy off-guard from across the room. Yes, Miss Butler was a knockout, to say the least, and not one man in town failed to notice (and neither did their wives).
But alas, it seemed that she only had eyes for one guy; Andy. A cook in the café, he had been drawn to her from the day that they met. He was tall, blonde and lanky, with a winning smile and a heart of gold. Andy was the all-American boy, and it seemed that Sandra had reluctantly fallen for him too. They were Midland’s golden couple; the school board even had a pool going on how long it would take for them to get hitched. It was even money on the following June.
As the head waitress of the Burnt Toast Café, Sandra was a busy girl, although that never prevented her from being one of the friendliest people you’d ever meet, and her grin never failed to bring some of Midland’s oldest and grumpiest residents back time and again for a slice of pie and a quick chat with the young woman. She always smiled and laughed, but didn’t say much. She was shy that way.
Except for with that one guy, the one that Andy liked to call ‘the creepy guy with the glasses’. He was usually in once every other week or so, even though no one knew who he was. Perhaps he was a traveling salesman, some had speculated, but no one could be sure. All anyone was sure of was that he always sat in Sandra’s section, he was always reading a copy of the “Midland Daily”, and she always lingered at his table just a little longer than the others.
“Now just holler at me if y’all need anything else, ok?” Sandra offered, setting two platters down in front of her customers at the bar. She beamed cheerfully as she backed away and skirted off in the direction of the kitchen. As she reached the door something caught her ear and she sashayed around the counter, taking a seat on one of the stools and staring up at the television set that was mounted on the wall behind the bar.
“Right now, we’re watching live footage of the President approaching Marine One for his trip to his home state, New York.” the announcer stated. President Nathan Petrelli was on screen, crossing the lawn in front of the White House with a smirk on his face, waving at the crowd. Sandra’s lip curled in disgust at this man, the President of the United States of America.
Even thinking about the man who had sent her and so many like her into hiding her made her ill. Lives had been destroyed, people killed, all because the world was afraid of the people who could do extraordinary things. Telepaths, the telekinetic, healers, empaths, all of them were being hunted. People with abilities were tracked, quarantined, sterilized, even jailed and murdered; all because of the man America called their commander.
The anchor continued. “The White House promises a major policy shift during the…”
“You know, Sandra,” A voice interrupted her concentration on the newscast, instead bringing her attention to the handsome young man leaning his hand on the back of her chair. “For a girl who’s supposed to hate the President, you sure do perk up whenever he’s on.” he indicated. Sandra had never noticed this; during her time in Midland she had never veiled her distaste for their leader, but Andy’s implication made her realize that watching him on television and skimming the paper for articles on him at every opportunity really didn’t help to enforce her standpoint.
“I just like to stay informed.” she responded quickly, staring back at him. Andy walked around to the other side, bending over the counter in her direction. “After all,” she quipped, “How can I have an opinion on him, or anything for that matter, without knowing all the facts?”
“Well just be careful,” Andy replied. “A guy could get jealous.”
“He’s old enough to be my father.” Sandra retorted distastefully, stealing one last glance at the screen before returning her full attention to the man in front of her. It was true. Nathan Petrelli was old enough to be her father. And she should know.
After all, he was.
The fact that she came from the same blood as that monster was nearly unfathomable. She remembered a time when she believed that there was good in him; a time when she believed that he could, and would, do the right thing. She knew she’d never forgive herself for being so naïve. She knew that the things that were happening in the world today disgusted her so much not only because of the pain that they caused, but because she could have done something to prevent them.
“Earth to Sandra; are you still here?” Andy waved his hand in front of her eyes, snapping her out of her trance.
“Sorry. I was just… never mind. What did you say?” she asked.
“That guy’s back. Sitting in your section again.” he notified her. “Want me to get Louise to take him?”
“Thanks, but I’m fine. He’s harmless. Unlike some men I know.” she responded light-heartedly, leaning over to give him a peck on the cheek before grabbing the full coffee pot on the counter and turning towards the table which seated ‘the creepy guy with the glasses’.
“Hello, sir.” she greeted cheerfully. “How are you today?” Taking the mug on the table and flipping it over, she poured him a cup of coffee, only taking her eyes off him for one second to make sure the cup didn’t overflow.
“I’m fine, thank you.” he responded pleasantly, not bothering to look up from his paper. “How are you?” he asked, perhaps a little too genuinely.
“Great, thanks.” Sandra walked around him, leaning precariously over the man’s shoulder, pretending point to something on the menu. “I missed you, Dad.” she whispered.
The president may have been her biological father, but this man was her Dad. The ‘creepy guy with the glasses was the man who’d raised her, the one who’d picked her up and rocked her when she cried at night, singing that lullaby she remembered to that day. This man was the one who taught her how to ride a bike, and kissed her knee to make it better when she fell off and scraped it. He was he man who had promised to protect her, no matter what it took. Petrelli may have been her blood, but this guy with the glasses was her family.
“I missed you too, Claire-Bear.” he replied, reaching over his shoulder and taking hold of her hand.
Sandra flinched at the sound of her real name, standing upright and rounding the table again, letting his fingers drop back to the table. “So, what’ll it be?” she asked, her professional persona back in place. After taking his order, she gracefully turned away and waltzed into the kitchen. Although no one noticed, the man’s eyes never left the back of the young woman’s head.
“So, what’s he having this time?” Andy asked, looking up from his grill and throwing a sly look in Sandra’s direction.
“French toast.” Sandra sang, leaning on the opened door to the kitchen. She smiled at her boyfriend and added, “Thank you, dear!” Andy laughed and returned to his work while his girlfriend turned back to the dining room.
The man with the glasses was reading his paper again, stealing glances at the waitress whenever he could. Sandra wiped down the counters and pretended to ignore him, just like she always did. The truth was, having him there made her feel safe. He watched over her. Sandra smiled. She prayed he would always be there. She needed him, after all. Part Two