Elisabeth (dragonydreams) wrote,

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Fic: Thirteen O'Clock 4/9 (Peter/Claire) PG-13

Title: Thirteen O'Clock
Author: Elisabeth
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Peter/Claire, some Peter/Simone
Summary: Peter and Claire discover they're related, but in a different way.
Spoilers: through Distractions.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Tim Kring et al.
Feedback: Yes please! It makes me happy and keeps me writing.
Thanks to kallie_kat for the beta!

A/N: Just pretend that Peter wasn't in a coma for several weeks; he just passed out for a few hours, then went back to New York with Nathan. Claire is 17 in this story.
A/N 2: Dialog borrowed from the episode "The Fix" using transcripts from Shadow Anthology

Get caught up: 1 | 2 | 3

Chapter Four

"You're not really going?" Simone asked in disbelief as she watched Peter pack a suitcase.

"Yes, I am," Peter insisted, throwing a couple of shirts and a pair of jeans in the bag.

Simone followed him into the bathroom, where he was now packing up what he'd need from there. "You're going to drop everything, again, to run off to Texas for some high school teenager?"

"How many times do I have to tell you that I am?" Peter retorted, growing frustrated by Simone's protestations. "Claire needs me. Isaac's paintings showed us in Texas together, again."

"Isaac's paintings," Simone huffed. "You know, I'm starting to regret ever having introduced the two of you."

"Isaac has a gift, whether you want to believe it or not," Peter said.

"I've always known that he has talent," Simone said, wistfully. "But that doesn't mean that he's painting the future."

"I've seen his paintings, Simone. I've seen them come true."

"He painted you dead, Peter," Simone reminded him. "I'm more relieved than I can say that he got that one wrong." She stepped in Peter's path to wrap her arms around him.

"He didn't get it wrong," Peter said, shrugging out of her embrace. "I did die in Odessa. It was Claire's ability that brought me back."

"So you're running off to be with her the second she calls you? Is this how it's going to be from now on, Peter?" Simone asked, her hands on her hips. "You're going to drop everything to go be with this teenager whenever she stubs her toe?"

"She wouldn't need to call me for that," Peter joked, but Simone wasn't in a joking mood. "Look, I know this seems crazy. I know it. But I also know that this is what I need to do. It's who I am. If you can't accept that, then maybe we shouldn't be together."

"I'm starting to think that you're right about that. We shouldn't be together. You're not even here long enough to be an 'us'."

Peter finally stopped his frantic packing to stare at Simone. He gulped. "Is that what you really want? To end this?"

"This has barely begun," she pointed out.

Peter closed his eyes and sighed. After lusting after Simone for so long, he was losing her already. But if she couldn't accept that he had to go help Claire, then it was probably for the best.

"I guess you're right. You should probably go. I have to finish packing. I have a flight to catch," Peter coldly said.

Simone looked stricken, but didn't protest. She picked up her purse and headed towards the door. She paused with the door open to quietly say, "Good luck, Peter."

Peter waited for the click of the door closing before he was moved. He could mourn the ending of the short relationship later. Right now, he had a cheerleader to save.


Claire was waiting for Peter at the Burnt Toast Diner as planned. A large duffle bag sat beside her chair in the diner filled with as much as she was able to fit. She could hardly believe she was actually doing this. She would have felt silly sitting with such a large duffle if this diner wasn't across the street from a bus depot. She just knew Peter had planned it that way.

Zach had been a great help in aiding her escape. He'd distracted her mother by asking questions about Mr. Muggles while Claire sneaked the bag out to his car. Then he drove her to the diner; her parents thought she was staying over at Zach's house to pull an all-nighter studying for a test. He'd offered to wait around with her, but she insisted that she was fine.

Peter walked through the door five minutes before 6:00pm, looking even better than she remembered. Claire sucked in a sharp breath at how handsome he was. His face lit up when he spotted her sitting by herself at a table.

He was still smiling when he approached the table. He stood there, just looking at her for a minute, before he said, "You're here."

"Of course I'm here," Claire said, still sitting in the chair. "I asked you to come, after all."

Peter shook his head nervously, grinning self-consciously. "I know. I guess part of me didn't believe that you'd show up."

"It's so good to see you again," Claire said, standing and throwing her arms around Peter's neck, pulling him into a tight hug.

Peter slowly wrapped the young woman in his arms, surprised, but relishing the contact.

When they pulled apart, Peter asked, "So, you ready to get out of here?"

"You bet." Claire grinned. She leaned down to grab her bag, but Peter beat her to it.

"Great," Peter said. "I don't know if you had any ideas about where to go, but I think we need to go to Kermit."

Claire stopped in her tracks, gaping at him. "What did you say?"

Peter stopped and backtracked to where Claire had stopped. He frowned slightly in confusion. "Kermit? It's a town about an hour west of here."

"How did you know I was going to ask you to go there?" Claire asked.

Peter's frowned deepened. "I didn't. You were going to ask to go to Kermit? How come?"

"I think my bio-mom lives there. I tracked her down last night. I was hoping we could go meet her," Claire admitted.

Peter's eyes lit up and a grin spread across his face. "I have a feeling she's definitely your mom."

"Really? How do you know?" Claire excitedly asked, continuing to follow him to his rental car.

"Let's just say that I have my sources," he said with a wink.

Continued here
Tags: claire bennet, fic:thirteen o'clock, heroes fic, paire, peter, peter/claire

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