Son of the Shadows 1 / ?
Title: Son of the Shadows
Author: SunnivaIxchel
Pairing: Plaude, Claude\OC
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 672
Summary: Peter and Claude step on eggshells around their feelings for each other and a woman from Claude's past appears
A/N: This one is mainly just to set some things up. I'm working on making the next part better, and I hope you enjoy.
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"Peter" Peter looked up from Better Homes And Gardens™ to find his niece standing in the doorway.
"What?" he asked, bending the magazine back and forth. Claire gave him her ‘I know a secret’ coy grin.
"You probably should put that away, or you’re in for a world of humiliation" she said. Peter blinked, putting the magazine down and sitting up on the futon.
"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked. Claire smiled behind her hand, shaking her head. Peter gave her a half annoyed half amused look. She giggled, unable to contain it.
"My dad thought that we should have another meta-human posted here" she said coyly. Peter knew she wasn’t telling him something.
"So?" he asked, getting up and making as to tickle her. She giggled, batting his hand away.
"And I, being the loyal and caring niece that I am, gave a little suggestion as to who it might be. And it took" she grinned. Peter blinked, mouthing "Whah?". Claire looked over her shoulder and there was crash from downstairs, followed by Noah swearing and a laugh that was very familiar to Peter. The empath felt his neck lighting up red as he realized what Claire had been talking about. Claire grinned.
"So, who’s the world’s greatest niece?" she asked. Peter broke out in a grin, pulling her into a bone breaking hug.
"You have no idea how much I love you right now" he whispered in her ear. She just smiled as they parted, winking. Peter immediately pushed her out of his room.
"Go away" he said through the door, "I have to get ready" Claire just laughed, jogging down the steps. She ran head on into Molly Walker who fell backwards down the stairs. She screamed, but never hit the ground. She appeared to be floating in midair until Claude faded into visibility. He let her down and she wrapped her arms around herself, visibly shaken. Claire ran down.
"Oh my gosh, Molly, are you okay?" she asked. Molly nodded, giving Claude her unbearably cute smile. His beard did little to hide his blush. Claire laughed at him, scooping Molly up.
"So where’s the poodle?" Claude asked, feigning indifference. Claire smiled, winking.
"He’s upstairs. Getting ready" she said. He glanced up the stairs.
"For what? The Queen’s Royal Ball?" he grunted. Claire smiled, shrugging.
"He just prides himself in looking good, wherever he goes" she said. Claude glanced back up the stairs.
"A common trait for girls his age I suppose" he said. From upstairs, there was the sound of Peter’s door opening and closing, and Peter came running down the stairs. He paused at the bottom of the stairs when his and Claude’s gazes met. He quickly looked away.
"So this is our new sentry?" he said, raising his eyebrows at Noah. The Company Man shrugged. Claude whacked Peter upside the head.
"Disappointed?" he asked. Peter rubbed the back of his head.
"Surprised" he said simply. Claude leaned against the wall.
"Bennet says you have a new power" he said, looking the empath up and down. Peter was wearing a black t-shirt with a snide comment on it and a pair of surprisingly tight fitting girl jeans. Peter smiled, nodding. He turned and grinned at Claire. Her eyes widened.
"Don’t you dare Peter Petrelli. Think of all I’ve done for you" she warned. He just grinned.
"Sit" he said, his voice inflecting. She automatically sat down on the chair behind her.
"Stand up" she was immediately back on her feet. She glared at Peter, no longer in control of her bodily functions.
"Turn around" she had to obey. This time Noah whacked him over the head with the newspaper.
"Stop messing with my little girl" he said sternly. Peter consented, stopping. Claire got up and promptly bitchslapped him. He winced.
"What? I didn’t make you do embarrassing things this time" he said. Claude raised his eyebrows.
"This time?" he asked. Peter grinned sheepishly. He was rewarded by everyone in the room whacking him on the head.
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Comments are love!!!
Author: SunnivaIxchel
Pairing: Plaude, Claude\OC
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 672
Summary: Peter and Claude step on eggshells around their feelings for each other and a woman from Claude's past appears
A/N: This one is mainly just to set some things up. I'm working on making the next part better, and I hope you enjoy.
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"Peter" Peter looked up from Better Homes And Gardens™ to find his niece standing in the doorway.
"What?" he asked, bending the magazine back and forth. Claire gave him her ‘I know a secret’ coy grin.
"You probably should put that away, or you’re in for a world of humiliation" she said. Peter blinked, putting the magazine down and sitting up on the futon.
"What is that supposed to mean?" he asked. Claire smiled behind her hand, shaking her head. Peter gave her a half annoyed half amused look. She giggled, unable to contain it.
"My dad thought that we should have another meta-human posted here" she said coyly. Peter knew she wasn’t telling him something.
"So?" he asked, getting up and making as to tickle her. She giggled, batting his hand away.
"And I, being the loyal and caring niece that I am, gave a little suggestion as to who it might be. And it took" she grinned. Peter blinked, mouthing "Whah?". Claire looked over her shoulder and there was crash from downstairs, followed by Noah swearing and a laugh that was very familiar to Peter. The empath felt his neck lighting up red as he realized what Claire had been talking about. Claire grinned.
"So, who’s the world’s greatest niece?" she asked. Peter broke out in a grin, pulling her into a bone breaking hug.
"You have no idea how much I love you right now" he whispered in her ear. She just smiled as they parted, winking. Peter immediately pushed her out of his room.
"Go away" he said through the door, "I have to get ready" Claire just laughed, jogging down the steps. She ran head on into Molly Walker who fell backwards down the stairs. She screamed, but never hit the ground. She appeared to be floating in midair until Claude faded into visibility. He let her down and she wrapped her arms around herself, visibly shaken. Claire ran down.
"Oh my gosh, Molly, are you okay?" she asked. Molly nodded, giving Claude her unbearably cute smile. His beard did little to hide his blush. Claire laughed at him, scooping Molly up.
"So where’s the poodle?" Claude asked, feigning indifference. Claire smiled, winking.
"He’s upstairs. Getting ready" she said. He glanced up the stairs.
"For what? The Queen’s Royal Ball?" he grunted. Claire smiled, shrugging.
"He just prides himself in looking good, wherever he goes" she said. Claude glanced back up the stairs.
"A common trait for girls his age I suppose" he said. From upstairs, there was the sound of Peter’s door opening and closing, and Peter came running down the stairs. He paused at the bottom of the stairs when his and Claude’s gazes met. He quickly looked away.
"So this is our new sentry?" he said, raising his eyebrows at Noah. The Company Man shrugged. Claude whacked Peter upside the head.
"Disappointed?" he asked. Peter rubbed the back of his head.
"Surprised" he said simply. Claude leaned against the wall.
"Bennet says you have a new power" he said, looking the empath up and down. Peter was wearing a black t-shirt with a snide comment on it and a pair of surprisingly tight fitting girl jeans. Peter smiled, nodding. He turned and grinned at Claire. Her eyes widened.
"Don’t you dare Peter Petrelli. Think of all I’ve done for you" she warned. He just grinned.
"Sit" he said, his voice inflecting. She automatically sat down on the chair behind her.
"Stand up" she was immediately back on her feet. She glared at Peter, no longer in control of her bodily functions.
"Turn around" she had to obey. This time Noah whacked him over the head with the newspaper.
"Stop messing with my little girl" he said sternly. Peter consented, stopping. Claire got up and promptly bitchslapped him. He winced.
"What? I didn’t make you do embarrassing things this time" he said. Claude raised his eyebrows.
"This time?" he asked. Peter grinned sheepishly. He was rewarded by everyone in the room whacking him on the head.
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