Heroes, "Petrelli Land" Peter/Claire, ensemble, rated R
Fandom: Heroes
Title: Petrelli Land
Rating: R/M
Chapters: 12/17
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Claire, various pairings, ensemble
Warnings/Spoilers: AU and Canon Paire, Season One Spoilers, turns AU from "How to Stop an Exploding Man", will not follow Season Two storyline.
Notes/Disclaimer: This fic is inspired by the Marvel comic series, "House of M". The inspiration belongs to Marvel, and the Heroes characters belong to NBC and Tim Kring, but the story is entirely mine. The rating to this story has changed to R (M for FFnet) because of adult situations in this chapter and most likely in future chapters.
FFnet Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3735029/1/
Summary: After Peter encounters someone with a dangerous ability, his lack of control causes him to shift reality to the desire of others, where most are happy except one, who vows revenge. Paire.
Chapter Summary: More people with abilities turn up dead, and Peter starts to worry about Claire, so he appeals Nathan and Mohinder for help.
[ Previous Chapters]
Chapter Eleven
“Are you sure you know where he is?” Peter asked Mohinder. He’d been watching the doctor since he gave him his abilities, and Peter still wasn’t sure if the doctor was on board with him. Peter knew that Mohinder had affection for Gabriel, and he wasn’t yet willing to believe his gentle assistant was capable of murder.
“The only place I know where he could be is in his apartment. Gabriel rarely mentioned a family, other than that his mother was dead and that he hadn’t seen his father since he was a teenager. He’s a private sort of person and spent most of his time at my lab,” Mohinder answered, and he scowled at Peter. “I don’t even know if he’s home.”
“We have to try,” Peter said firmly. “If not, we have to find some other way to locate him. I’ll tear up the country if I have to.”
“That seems rather difficult,” Mohinder said dejectedly. Peter had to admit, the doctor was right. It wasn’t much of a plan.
“If anything, we’ll follow him after he leaves a trail of bodies. That should be the easiest way,” Peter said with regret evident in his eyes.
Mohinder hadn’t a reply for that.
--
Claire paced around the suite and became more concerned after every minute she didn’t hear from Audrey and Matt. She was even more frightened when Peter hadn’t called, and she feared for his safety while he was out looking for a serial killer.
Her stomach churned with queasiness. She only hoped he was alright. She wished she could do more than just sit here. Claire was sure she could help.
Suddenly, the doorbell buzzed, and she jumped with a start. She ran to the door, but she hesitated, scared that it might be Sylar himself. The psychopathic power stealer had been after her at one time for her ability, and she was sure if he had the chance, he’d come after her again.
“Claire, open up. It’s Nathan,” he said. Claire sighed in relief and opened the door. She rolled her eyes and gave her former bio-father a frown. She saw Heidi peeking out from behind his shoulder. The boys were with her too.
“Where have you been? Peter and I have been worried sick.” They shuffled inside, and Claire looked into the hallway, hoping they weren’t followed.
Nathan sighed. “Calm down, Claire. I was helping, just as Peter asked. I flew around the city and surveyed it, and I have my men out everywhere in the country looking for any news on Sylar.” His expression turned grim. “I’m afraid Peter is right. Sylar is at it again. The Sanders family in Las Vegas was murdered in his style: a woman with super-strength, a man who could phase through solid objects, and a young boy with computer aptitude.” Claire looked down at the floor and felt sympathy for them. “I rushed everyone here as fast as I could. I think we should all stick together. We should fight him head on.”
Claire turned away. “I don’t know. Maybe you’re right.” She gave Nathan a desperate look. “Have you heard from Peter since he last called you?”
Nathan shook his head. “I think we should contact him and tell him about the Sanders family from Vegas. Who knows what other powers he’s taken? My men are supposed to call me if they hear about any murders that fit his M.O.”
Claire nodded. “Okay.” She picked up the phone. “I hope he answers.” Claire dialed the number and let the phone ring. Her heart sunk when he didn’t answer.
Peter was out there somewhere, trying to find Sylar to fight him all on his own. She was scared for him. With his powers just coming back in stable form, she didn’t know if the man she loved could take on Sylar.
--
Peter felt his phone beep at his side. Mohinder turned to him.
“It’s Claire,” he said, and he hesitated. “She left a message.”
“Do you think it could be important?” the geneticist asked. He kept his eyes on the road as he and Peter drove down the highway toward Sylar’s South Jersey apartment.
“Yeah, she wouldn’t call me unless it had to do with Sylar. She was waiting for Simone. Maybe there’s news,” Peter said, but he already had a bad feeling about Simone. If Sylar had taken Isaac’s powers, there’s no way Simone got away form the killer alive. He hated to hear any news, but he would feel relieved if her body was found.
He listened to Claire’s voice message, and he could feel Mohinder’s eyes darting back and forth to him. Peter bit his lip.
“This is not good. Sylar has killed again. His last sighting was in Las Vegas.” Peter looked baffled. “I can only imagine how he got from New York to Las Vegas.”
“Super speed?” Mohinder guessed.
“More than likely,” Peter answered sadly. “If that’s the case, he could be anywhere.”
Silence lodged between them, but Mohinder spoke up. “What about your reality powers? Can’t you just … take his powers away by bending reality? You said you did it before.”
Peter rested on his fist and looked out the window. “Yeah, but it’s more unstable now. The original user said the powers drain a person’s life force. If I age faster, that’s one thing, but if I end up changing reality by accident in other ways, I don’t know what might happen.”
“Why are you so frightened? You gave me these powers.” Mohinder opened his hand and stared at it briefly in wonder. Peter shot him a dirty look.
“I know that, Mohinder, but giving you powers wasn’t exactly on a large scale.” Peter sighed and slumped back into the car seat. “Defeating Sylar will take more energy, and the more I have to use of these reality bending abilities, the more chaotic the results.”
Mohinder nodded. “Well, in any case, you’ll have to do it as a last resort.”
Peter snorted, and he noticed the car coming to a halt.
“This is it,” Mohinder said, and the two of them exited the vehicle and approached the beaten down duplex. Mohinder frowned at the state of it, but Peter was already storming toward the door.
“Gabriel! Hello? Is anyone home?” Instantly, Peter kicked open the door and it shattered off its hinges. He ran inside and looked around, jogging in and out of every room. He stilled for a moment and opened his senses, and he couldn’t feel anyone here.
“Not home, as I suspected,” Mohinder said dejectedly.
“It was worth a shot,” Peter said, and he left through the front door and circled around the back. He met Mohinder back at the car.
“Now where to?” Mohinder said; his eyes clouded over as worry became evident in his voice.
“Back to my suite. I have to reorganize and enlist more of Nathan’s help.” The two of them settled into the car and headed back to the city. Peter added, “My brother has better connections than I do. His help would at least give us a leg up.”
Mohinder nodded and they sped down the freeway.
--
Claire stared longingly at the phone. “I’m worried about Peter.”
“I know,” Heidi said, coming up beside her and patting her arm. Claire shook her head. “I’m worried about my mom and dad too. Not only that, what about our friends Hiro and Ando? And Daphne and Molly?”
“We should warn them,” Nathan said, coming in from the kitchen. He had rolled up his shirt sleeves, and Claire could smell garlic filtering into the house. “I made quick pasta if anyone’s hungry.”
Claire stared at the floor. “I don’t know if I could eat right now. Everything’s just… it’s insane. I can’t believe Sylar is still alive, and everyone with abilities thinks they’re safe and protected. But they’re not. Ever since people came out with abilities, their powers have become more public. Sylar can have access too any power he wants; all he has to do is log onto the internet.”
Heidi patted her shoulder again. “Come on, Claire. Eat something.” Claire nodded reluctantly and sauntered to the kitchen.
“Good, you guys eat. I have some phone calls to make,” Nathan said. Claire nodded and glanced at him with hope.
--
When Nathan’s pasta turned cold, the five of them were startled when Peter burst through the door.
“Claire!” he yelled, running into the room toward her seat. “Thank God you’re still here.” He embraced her, and she sunk against his chest.
“Peter, what’s the matter?”
“We couldn’t find Gabriel. I had to come here to make sure you were okay,” he said. He looked past her and met Nathan’s eyes. “It’s good you’re here; we have to warn the others. Use your connections to alert the media. Put every Special on alert.”
“It’s already been done, and I called up Meredith and Claude about a half hour ago,” Nathan answered.
“Good, but it isn’t enough. Even if they’re hiding, they won’t stand a chance against him.” All eyes were on Peter as he formulated a plan.
“What do you intend to do?” Nathan asked.
“It’s not safe to just sit around and cower. I’m going after him,” he said. He lifted his chin, and Heidi gasped. Nathan’s face already showed he disapproved.
“It’s suicide, Pete. You can’t go up against Sylar alone,” Nathan said.
“He’s right, Peter. It’s best to stay here and increase our chances of survival with a group,” Mohinder added.
“No, I won’t just wait for him to come. I’m going after him.” He turned to Mohinder. “You can stay here or you can come with me.”
“I’m coming too!” Claire said.
“Absolutely not!” Nathan responded immediately. Claire turned to him with a challenging look.
“I’m not going to sit here either, wondering if Peter’s going to make it. I need to be there with him. Plus, he’s stronger if I’m around. He can heal better if he’s close to me.”
Nathan looked skeptical, and even Peter wasn’t sure if she should come.
“I don’t want to risk your safety, Claire,” Peter said, and he held her shoulders and spun her around to face him. “It would kill me if he got to you.”
Claire gave him a sad smile. “You forget; I’m indestructible. He’s not going to hurt me Peter. I can fight with you. Please.”
Peter stalled for a moment, letting the idea settle inside his head. He really didn’t want to endanger her, but she seemed adamant. He had a hard enough time telling Claire what she could and couldn’t do. It just never worked, honestly.
“You can come, but I’ll protect you,” he said, leaning closer to her face.
She rose on her heels and kissed him quickly. “That’s my line, Peter.” They shared an affectionate silence before Mohinder spoke beside him.
“I think the President should stay here,” the doctor said. “You can do more if you call your contacts and keep your family safe.”
“Agreed.” Peter released Claire and strode toward his brother. They shared a lengthy hug before Peter whispered in his ear. “Please be careful. Call me if you get into any trouble.”
“Don’t worry about me, Pete. Just go find him and end this.” Nathan released him and smiled as he clapped him on the shoulder. Peter turned back to Claire and Mohinder.
“You ready to go?”
“Where are we going?” Mohinder asked, and Peter was glad the doctor was coming too. Mohinder was definitely useful now that Peter had given him the power of super strength.
“We’re going to find Matt and Audrey. They’re already out hunting him, and they could provide the best lead.” Peter threw his cell phone to Claire. “We’ll call them on the way.”
Mohinder and Claire nodded, and they followed Peter out of the suite. Before they left the front door, Peter looked back at his brother and gave him a reassuring smile. His brother nodded back at him.
When the door closed, Peter turned around and felt trepidation in his stomach. He had a bad feeling, but he could only pray that his brother and family stayed safe.
Chapter Twelve
Title: Petrelli Land
Rating: R/M
Chapters: 12/17
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Claire, various pairings, ensemble
Warnings/Spoilers: AU and Canon Paire, Season One Spoilers, turns AU from "How to Stop an Exploding Man", will not follow Season Two storyline.
Notes/Disclaimer: This fic is inspired by the Marvel comic series, "House of M". The inspiration belongs to Marvel, and the Heroes characters belong to NBC and Tim Kring, but the story is entirely mine. The rating to this story has changed to R (M for FFnet) because of adult situations in this chapter and most likely in future chapters.
FFnet Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3735029/1/
Summary: After Peter encounters someone with a dangerous ability, his lack of control causes him to shift reality to the desire of others, where most are happy except one, who vows revenge. Paire.
Chapter Summary: More people with abilities turn up dead, and Peter starts to worry about Claire, so he appeals Nathan and Mohinder for help.
[ Previous Chapters]
Chapter Eleven
“Are you sure you know where he is?” Peter asked Mohinder. He’d been watching the doctor since he gave him his abilities, and Peter still wasn’t sure if the doctor was on board with him. Peter knew that Mohinder had affection for Gabriel, and he wasn’t yet willing to believe his gentle assistant was capable of murder.
“The only place I know where he could be is in his apartment. Gabriel rarely mentioned a family, other than that his mother was dead and that he hadn’t seen his father since he was a teenager. He’s a private sort of person and spent most of his time at my lab,” Mohinder answered, and he scowled at Peter. “I don’t even know if he’s home.”
“We have to try,” Peter said firmly. “If not, we have to find some other way to locate him. I’ll tear up the country if I have to.”
“That seems rather difficult,” Mohinder said dejectedly. Peter had to admit, the doctor was right. It wasn’t much of a plan.
“If anything, we’ll follow him after he leaves a trail of bodies. That should be the easiest way,” Peter said with regret evident in his eyes.
Mohinder hadn’t a reply for that.
--
Claire paced around the suite and became more concerned after every minute she didn’t hear from Audrey and Matt. She was even more frightened when Peter hadn’t called, and she feared for his safety while he was out looking for a serial killer.
Her stomach churned with queasiness. She only hoped he was alright. She wished she could do more than just sit here. Claire was sure she could help.
Suddenly, the doorbell buzzed, and she jumped with a start. She ran to the door, but she hesitated, scared that it might be Sylar himself. The psychopathic power stealer had been after her at one time for her ability, and she was sure if he had the chance, he’d come after her again.
“Claire, open up. It’s Nathan,” he said. Claire sighed in relief and opened the door. She rolled her eyes and gave her former bio-father a frown. She saw Heidi peeking out from behind his shoulder. The boys were with her too.
“Where have you been? Peter and I have been worried sick.” They shuffled inside, and Claire looked into the hallway, hoping they weren’t followed.
Nathan sighed. “Calm down, Claire. I was helping, just as Peter asked. I flew around the city and surveyed it, and I have my men out everywhere in the country looking for any news on Sylar.” His expression turned grim. “I’m afraid Peter is right. Sylar is at it again. The Sanders family in Las Vegas was murdered in his style: a woman with super-strength, a man who could phase through solid objects, and a young boy with computer aptitude.” Claire looked down at the floor and felt sympathy for them. “I rushed everyone here as fast as I could. I think we should all stick together. We should fight him head on.”
Claire turned away. “I don’t know. Maybe you’re right.” She gave Nathan a desperate look. “Have you heard from Peter since he last called you?”
Nathan shook his head. “I think we should contact him and tell him about the Sanders family from Vegas. Who knows what other powers he’s taken? My men are supposed to call me if they hear about any murders that fit his M.O.”
Claire nodded. “Okay.” She picked up the phone. “I hope he answers.” Claire dialed the number and let the phone ring. Her heart sunk when he didn’t answer.
Peter was out there somewhere, trying to find Sylar to fight him all on his own. She was scared for him. With his powers just coming back in stable form, she didn’t know if the man she loved could take on Sylar.
--
Peter felt his phone beep at his side. Mohinder turned to him.
“It’s Claire,” he said, and he hesitated. “She left a message.”
“Do you think it could be important?” the geneticist asked. He kept his eyes on the road as he and Peter drove down the highway toward Sylar’s South Jersey apartment.
“Yeah, she wouldn’t call me unless it had to do with Sylar. She was waiting for Simone. Maybe there’s news,” Peter said, but he already had a bad feeling about Simone. If Sylar had taken Isaac’s powers, there’s no way Simone got away form the killer alive. He hated to hear any news, but he would feel relieved if her body was found.
He listened to Claire’s voice message, and he could feel Mohinder’s eyes darting back and forth to him. Peter bit his lip.
“This is not good. Sylar has killed again. His last sighting was in Las Vegas.” Peter looked baffled. “I can only imagine how he got from New York to Las Vegas.”
“Super speed?” Mohinder guessed.
“More than likely,” Peter answered sadly. “If that’s the case, he could be anywhere.”
Silence lodged between them, but Mohinder spoke up. “What about your reality powers? Can’t you just … take his powers away by bending reality? You said you did it before.”
Peter rested on his fist and looked out the window. “Yeah, but it’s more unstable now. The original user said the powers drain a person’s life force. If I age faster, that’s one thing, but if I end up changing reality by accident in other ways, I don’t know what might happen.”
“Why are you so frightened? You gave me these powers.” Mohinder opened his hand and stared at it briefly in wonder. Peter shot him a dirty look.
“I know that, Mohinder, but giving you powers wasn’t exactly on a large scale.” Peter sighed and slumped back into the car seat. “Defeating Sylar will take more energy, and the more I have to use of these reality bending abilities, the more chaotic the results.”
Mohinder nodded. “Well, in any case, you’ll have to do it as a last resort.”
Peter snorted, and he noticed the car coming to a halt.
“This is it,” Mohinder said, and the two of them exited the vehicle and approached the beaten down duplex. Mohinder frowned at the state of it, but Peter was already storming toward the door.
“Gabriel! Hello? Is anyone home?” Instantly, Peter kicked open the door and it shattered off its hinges. He ran inside and looked around, jogging in and out of every room. He stilled for a moment and opened his senses, and he couldn’t feel anyone here.
“Not home, as I suspected,” Mohinder said dejectedly.
“It was worth a shot,” Peter said, and he left through the front door and circled around the back. He met Mohinder back at the car.
“Now where to?” Mohinder said; his eyes clouded over as worry became evident in his voice.
“Back to my suite. I have to reorganize and enlist more of Nathan’s help.” The two of them settled into the car and headed back to the city. Peter added, “My brother has better connections than I do. His help would at least give us a leg up.”
Mohinder nodded and they sped down the freeway.
--
Claire stared longingly at the phone. “I’m worried about Peter.”
“I know,” Heidi said, coming up beside her and patting her arm. Claire shook her head. “I’m worried about my mom and dad too. Not only that, what about our friends Hiro and Ando? And Daphne and Molly?”
“We should warn them,” Nathan said, coming in from the kitchen. He had rolled up his shirt sleeves, and Claire could smell garlic filtering into the house. “I made quick pasta if anyone’s hungry.”
Claire stared at the floor. “I don’t know if I could eat right now. Everything’s just… it’s insane. I can’t believe Sylar is still alive, and everyone with abilities thinks they’re safe and protected. But they’re not. Ever since people came out with abilities, their powers have become more public. Sylar can have access too any power he wants; all he has to do is log onto the internet.”
Heidi patted her shoulder again. “Come on, Claire. Eat something.” Claire nodded reluctantly and sauntered to the kitchen.
“Good, you guys eat. I have some phone calls to make,” Nathan said. Claire nodded and glanced at him with hope.
--
When Nathan’s pasta turned cold, the five of them were startled when Peter burst through the door.
“Claire!” he yelled, running into the room toward her seat. “Thank God you’re still here.” He embraced her, and she sunk against his chest.
“Peter, what’s the matter?”
“We couldn’t find Gabriel. I had to come here to make sure you were okay,” he said. He looked past her and met Nathan’s eyes. “It’s good you’re here; we have to warn the others. Use your connections to alert the media. Put every Special on alert.”
“It’s already been done, and I called up Meredith and Claude about a half hour ago,” Nathan answered.
“Good, but it isn’t enough. Even if they’re hiding, they won’t stand a chance against him.” All eyes were on Peter as he formulated a plan.
“What do you intend to do?” Nathan asked.
“It’s not safe to just sit around and cower. I’m going after him,” he said. He lifted his chin, and Heidi gasped. Nathan’s face already showed he disapproved.
“It’s suicide, Pete. You can’t go up against Sylar alone,” Nathan said.
“He’s right, Peter. It’s best to stay here and increase our chances of survival with a group,” Mohinder added.
“No, I won’t just wait for him to come. I’m going after him.” He turned to Mohinder. “You can stay here or you can come with me.”
“I’m coming too!” Claire said.
“Absolutely not!” Nathan responded immediately. Claire turned to him with a challenging look.
“I’m not going to sit here either, wondering if Peter’s going to make it. I need to be there with him. Plus, he’s stronger if I’m around. He can heal better if he’s close to me.”
Nathan looked skeptical, and even Peter wasn’t sure if she should come.
“I don’t want to risk your safety, Claire,” Peter said, and he held her shoulders and spun her around to face him. “It would kill me if he got to you.”
Claire gave him a sad smile. “You forget; I’m indestructible. He’s not going to hurt me Peter. I can fight with you. Please.”
Peter stalled for a moment, letting the idea settle inside his head. He really didn’t want to endanger her, but she seemed adamant. He had a hard enough time telling Claire what she could and couldn’t do. It just never worked, honestly.
“You can come, but I’ll protect you,” he said, leaning closer to her face.
She rose on her heels and kissed him quickly. “That’s my line, Peter.” They shared an affectionate silence before Mohinder spoke beside him.
“I think the President should stay here,” the doctor said. “You can do more if you call your contacts and keep your family safe.”
“Agreed.” Peter released Claire and strode toward his brother. They shared a lengthy hug before Peter whispered in his ear. “Please be careful. Call me if you get into any trouble.”
“Don’t worry about me, Pete. Just go find him and end this.” Nathan released him and smiled as he clapped him on the shoulder. Peter turned back to Claire and Mohinder.
“You ready to go?”
“Where are we going?” Mohinder asked, and Peter was glad the doctor was coming too. Mohinder was definitely useful now that Peter had given him the power of super strength.
“We’re going to find Matt and Audrey. They’re already out hunting him, and they could provide the best lead.” Peter threw his cell phone to Claire. “We’ll call them on the way.”
Mohinder and Claire nodded, and they followed Peter out of the suite. Before they left the front door, Peter looked back at his brother and gave him a reassuring smile. His brother nodded back at him.
When the door closed, Peter turned around and felt trepidation in his stomach. He had a bad feeling, but he could only pray that his brother and family stayed safe.
Chapter Twelve