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.
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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
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Peter didn't know how long they had been kissing - it could have been minutes or hours - when the chirping of Claire's cell phone broke into their cocoon of bliss. They pulled back at the same time, startled by the noise, as well as what they had been doing.
Reluctantly, Claire answered her phone, licking her lips as she did so. "Hello?" she asked, slightly breathless. "Hey, Zach."
Peter reclined against the headboard while Claire got up to talk to the person who had interrupted them. He wasn't sure if he should be angry or grateful for the interruption. He hadn't planned on kissing her. She had to be at least ten years younger than him. It was wrong on so many levels. Only it hadn't felt like that when he'd had her in his arms, her soft lips pressed against his. Instead, she had felt like home. A first kiss had never been so perfect, not even with Simone.
"Not yet," Claire said into the phone. "Tomorrow. No, we're at a hotel. No! Get your mind out of the gutter. As if." She laughed at something Zach said, then rolled her eyes. "You can't be serious. Okay, fine."
Claire turned to Peter, holding out the phone. "Zach wants to talk to you."
"Who's Zach?" Peter asked.
"My friend. The one who had his memory erased," she said.
Peter gulped as he took the pink phone and held it to his ear. "Hello?"
"Can I trust her with you?" Zach said by way of greeting.
Peter's eyes flew to Claire's, wondering if she had known what Zach was going to ask him. Knowing he already couldn't be trusted.
"I would never do anything to hurt Claire," Peter sincerely answered.
"She trusts you," Zach said. "She says that you have some kind of bond. If you do anything to hurt her I will find a way to track you down and make you pay. Understand?"
"Yeah, I understand. It won't be necessary, though," Peter said, feeling ridiculous for being afraid of this teenaged boy he'd never met.
"Good. Now give me back to Claire," Zach insisted.
Peter didn't bother saying goodbye. "He wants to talk to you again."
Claire looked apologetic as she took the phone back. "Are you done protecting me yet? Good. Yeah, I'll call and let you know what happens. Bye, Zach."
Claire hung up the phone and set it aside. She hesitated before resuming her place on Peter's bed. "Sorry about that."
"I thought you didn't have a boyfriend," Peter said, feeling even guiltier.
"Zach isn't my boyfriend. He's just a friend. My best friend," Claire insisted.
"He's very protective of you," Peter observed.
"Sounds like most of the guys in my life," she agreed, looking at him through her eyelashes.
"Look, about that kiss..." Peter started to say, but Claire cut him off.
"Please don't say it was a mistake."
"Claire, you know nothing can happen between us," Peter said.
"Why not?" Claire pouted.
Peter wanted to take that protruding lip between his and nibble on it for hours. He shook himself out of that fantasy.
"For starters, I'm like ten years older than you. Plus, you're a minor..."
"No, I'm not," Claire interrupted. "In Texas, the age of consent is seventeen, which I am."
"Not with someone ten years older than you, I bet," Peter countered. He couldn't allow himself to believe her blindly. He could get in enough trouble for taking her from her home, no need to add a statutory rape charge to that.
"But does that mean we can't kiss?" Claire asked. "It was a really good kiss."
"Yeah, it was," Peter agreed, losing his focus for a minute as Claire licked her lips. He started to lean towards those inviting lips again, but abruptly pulled back. "We shouldn't tempt fate, though."
"I'm gonna get ready for bed," Claire suddenly announced, getting up. Peter watched her dig around in her bag for her night things before she disappeared into the bathroom.
He groaned, flopping back on the bed. He was in for a long night; he just knew it.
Several minutes later, Claire emerged from the bathroom in a tank top and a thin pair of shorts. Peter could see her bra among the items she'd removed and he bit back a groan, trying not to look at her loose breasts beneath her top.
"I'm just going to go..." Peter said, getting up. He grabbed his toiletry bag from his suitcase and edged towards the bathroom.
When Peter emerged from the bathroom in a t-shirt and his boxer shorts, it was to find Claire in 'his' bed.
"Oh, I though you wanted the other one," he commented.
"I changed my mind," Claire said, then lifted the covers in silent invitation for him to join her.
"Um, Claire, we already talked about his," Peter nervously said. He should not be so nervous because of a teenager. Actually, he should be, because she was a teenager.
Claire rolled her eyes. "Nothing has to happen. I just wanted to sleep next to you. That's not illegal, is it?"
"No, no it isn't. I just don't think it's a good idea," Peter said.
"I promise that I won't jump you," Claire told him.
"This is a very bad idea," Peter said to himself as he slid under the covers. Once he was settled, Claire snuggled up against his side.
"See, this isn't so bad," she contently said.
Peter slid his arm around her waist and had to agree, "No, not bad at all."