Rating: NC-17 (overall)
Pairing: Claire/Nathan/Peter (canon)
Summary: Sequel to Never Let You Go (Nathan/Peter). Nathan takes Peter to see Claire.
Warnings: Incest - brotherly, uncle/niece and some father/daughter, as well as sex with a minor. A little Claire/West.
Spoilers: through 2x03 "Kindred"
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 apckrfan and prylliepwns for the beta.
x-posted: heroes_fic, mature_heroes, paire_love, petrelli_ot3
"What are we doing at a high school?" Peter asked, following Nathan through the school grounds to the football field behind the brightly colored buildings.
"Because this is where Claire said to meet her," Nathan answered, scanning the field for his daughter.
"You told her we were coming?" Peter asked, surprised.
"No, I told her that I was coming. You know that I want you to be a surprise for her."
"So you're going to just spring me on her, in public?"
"That's the plan," Nathan confirmed.
"Why didn't we just go to her house?" Peter asked.
Nathan sighed. "You'll have to ask her that. Here she comes."
Peter watched as one of the blonde girls separated from the group and jogged over to them. He saw her confusion and then heard her squeal with excitement before his arms were full of bouncing cheerleader.
"Peter! Oh, my God, Peter! You're alive," Claire excitedly babbled, squeezing Peter tightly.
Peter hugged her back, looking helplessly at his brother for advice. Nathan just smirked, as if to say 'I told you she'd be happy to see you'.
Claire reluctantly took a step back and finally noticed Nathan. She smiled and said, "Hi Nathan."
"Claire." Nathan nodded. He took a tentative step forward and gave her a quick, tense hug.
Claire's eyes were immediately back on Peter. "Are you really here? This isn't another dream that I'm gonna wake up from?"
"I'm really here. Well, mostly here," Peter confirmed.
"Mostly?" Claire asked, confused.
"He has amnesia," Nathan supplied.
"You lost your memory? Is that why you were gone for so long? How did you get it back?" she excitedly asked. "Was it the Haitian?"
Peter frowned. "I don't know any Haitian. Then again, I don't really know who I know. My memory is still gone. Nathan found me."
Claire beamed at Nathan and he felt a moment of happiness that he could give her that look. "How did you know where he was?"
"Do you remember the Walker System?" Claire nodded. "It's a little girl. She can find people by thinking about them. She was finally able to find Peter last week."
"You've known where he was for a whole week and didn't tell me?" Claire fumed.
"I wanted to make sure that it was really him before I said anything," Nathan said. "Isn't this more fun having him show up here than knowing he's alive but off in Ireland."
"You were in Ireland? How did you get there? Is that where you were the whole time?" Claire asked, one question tumbling out after another.
Peter laughed at her excitement. "As far as I know, I've been in Ireland the whole time. This really isn't the place to talk about all of this though," Peter said, nodding at the open field and the young man walking towards them.
"Claire, are these men bothering you?" a young man with dark hair asked, settling a possessive arm around Claire's shoulders.
Peter and Nathan both frowned at that arm.
Claire looked flustered by the boy's presence, but she hid it well.
"No, they're not bothering me. I know them from Texas. Nathan, Peter, this is West," Claire said by way of introduction.
"Her boyfriend," West added, pointedly.
Claire's eyes widened with panic and she none-too-gently grabbed West's arm and dragged him off to the side. "Excuse us for a minute."
As Claire and West stepped away, Peter and Nathan exchanged a look and Peter mouthed the word 'boyfriend' to Nathan, who shrugged. They both turned their heads back to watch Claire whisper fiercely with her "boyfriend".
"Why did you do that?" she angrily whispered.
"Why wouldn't I?" West retorted. "I am your boyfriend."
"Not officially," Claire disagreed. She ignored West's hurt expression. "I haven't seen those guys for a while and they didn't know anything about me seeing you. They know my dad and you know that he's not supposed to know we're dating."
"See, you admit that we're dating," West said, ignoring the first part of her argument. "That makes me your boyfriend."
Claire rolled her eyes. "This so isn't the time for this discussion." She glanced back at Nathan and Peter and saw they were watching her. "Look, I promised Nathan and Peter that I'd show them around a bit. Can we talk about this more later?"
"What's there to talk about? We're dating and I'm your boyfriend, whether you want to admit it or not," West said. He glanced back and saw the men were still watching them, so he pulled Claire into a not-so-quick kiss, which she didn't really return.
"It was nice meeting you," West called back to Peter and Nathan and walked away.
Claire tried to subtly wipe her mouth as she returned to her bio-dad and uncle. "Sorry about that," she apologized.
"I don't like him," Nathan said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"It doesn't really matter what you think," Claire said, defensively.
"I don't like him either," Peter said. "He's a little too possessive."
"What does your father think about him?" Nathan asked.
Claire looked nervous. "He, um, doesn't know about West. I'm not supposed to date. Keep a low profile and all that."
"But he lets you cheer?" Peter asked.
"I told him it was cheerleading or dating," Claire said, smirking. "It's a great excuse for getting out of the house and being out late."
Nathan frowned. "I don't know if I can condone you lying to your father about seeing that boy."
"Please don't tell him," Claire begged, latching onto Nathan's arm, wide eyes filling with tears. "I just want to do something normal. I'm sixteen, I'm supposed to go out on dates. Heck, I'm even supposed to sneak around."
"Does it have to be with him, though?" Nathan asked.
"What's wrong with West?" Claire frowned.
"He's a little creepy," Peter said.
"You just don't know him. I thought that at first too, but then I found out…" Claire abruptly stopped talking.
"You found out what?" Peter asked, intrigued.
"You're right, this isn't the place we should talk. Let me grab my bag and we can go somewhere more private." Claire ran off to gather her things before either man could object.
"She's hiding something," Peter said.
"I know," Nathan agreed. "I wonder where she'll want to go to talk, since we obviously can't go to her house."
"We can take her to our hotel," Peter suggested.
Nathan froze. "We only have one room, with one bed," he slowly reminded Peter.
"So?" he shrugged. "We don't have to tell her it's the only room we have. It's not like she's gonna know just by looking that we're sleeping together."
Nathan still looked unsure, but Claire was running back towards them, causing her breasts to bounce and the short skirt to ride up a bit. He closed his eyes and swallowed, reminding himself that this was his daughter.
Peter was having thoughts very similar to his brother's as the blonde teenager ran over to them.
"Okay, let's get out of here," she said.
"Did you have somewhere in mind to go?" Peter asked her.
Claire frowned. "Actually, no. We haven't been here for very long, so I don't really know where we could go to have some privacy."
Peter looked pointedly at Nathan.
Nathan inwardly sighed. "We can talk at the hotel we're staying at."
"That's great," Claire beamed. "I can change there too."
Both men suppressed groans at the thought of being so close to a nearly naked Claire.
"Do you have a car?" Claire asked, heading towards the parking lot. "Mine kind of got stolen."
"Yes," Nathan ground out.
"We have a rental," Peter added, not watching the swing of Claire's short skirt as she walked.
"Cool," Claire said, slowing to walk between the brothers.