Aren't We Related? -chapter 8- Paire
In response of some reviewer...I'll probably not kill Angela, it would be awsome and all...But I don't know... I could change my mind though *evil grin*
Chapter 8, Darker and Visit
"Hey..." Peter whispered when he entered his/their room.
Claire was laying in bed staring out the window. "Hey you..." She replied.
"You know what's weird? Angela doesn't know about us and still we act like nothing's wrong." Claire said frowning, when Peter went to lay down next to her.
"Well, technically nothing is wrong." Peter shrugged, closing his eyes.
"Yeah, but don't you think Angela atleast has the right to know?" Claire asked, while putting her arms around his waist.
"No!" Peter's eyes were wide open now. " If ma knows, he knows. And I don't ... I need...I need to protect you, okay?" Peter stared into Claire's eyes and only saw trust and love in them.
"Okay..." She said, snuggling closer to Peter.
"You heard of one of the others lately?" Claire looked at Peter with interest. "What do you mean one of the others?" He asked her confused.
"You know... Hiro, Ando, Mohinder, M..." She stopped at the last name, Peter didn't seem to notice the beginning of the last name. "No, why?" Peter still looked confused.
"Don't you think we should atleast warn them?" Claire asked. "I think you might be right..." Peter closed his eyes again, "You might..." he whispered again.
They both fell asleep after that, when Angela came in to check if Peter calmed down yet, she couldn't believe her eyes.
Claire laying in Peter's arms, their hands intertwined. It looked so intimate, why would Peter be so intimate with his niece? Angela shook her head sad then, she wasn't his niece.
Angela wished that Nathan was her son, he was so perfect to her. But he wasn't. And neither was Sylar...
But it still didn't look right... She couldn't stay, so she turned around and down the stairs.
"Hey Ma..!" Angela heard behind her when she walked towards the kitchen. Fear made Angela shiver, mostly she wasn't afraid of anything, but this was the man who killed her son, Nathan would always be her son, the man who also now looked like him.
"Ma, are you even listening?" Angela focused her eyes on his face. "I'm sorry?"
Sylar sighed.
"What is it with you lately?" You're always so...spaced out. Like Peter used to be all the time." Angela winced, exactly .. Like Peter Used to be, Peter knew his brother was dead and he wasn't planning on forgiving Angela.
"I'm sorry, son." She said in the most normal voice she could manege.
"What were you saying?"
"Well, I think all those meetings are finally paying off.. You remember that guy Patrick Vaneri?" Sylar looked at Angela, clearly searching for confirmation, so she just nodded. "He agrees with me to stop the organisation... Only some people are still not really convinced." Sylar smiled widely, like it really was good news.
Angela couldn't agree with him, so she just said, "Hmmm..."
Peter was suddenly standing behind her, she didn't hear him coming down. So she wondered if he walked or teleported here.
"What's going on here? Some secret meeting?" Peter glared from Angela to Sylar and kept his eyes on him.
"What, Pete, why would you think that?" Sylar asked, still surprised of Peter's sudden appearance and his comment.
Peter's eyes narrowed even more, not a good sign... With this Peter it didn't take much to make him lose it. "Oh, I don't know, Nate."
Angela winced at how cold and dead his voice really sounded. Sylar just frowned.
They all then heard someone running upstairs, Peter looked concerned, knowing it was Claire. He glared at the other 2 for a moment and teleported upstairs.
Sylar and Angela both looked at the place where a second ago Peter stood.
"Maybe I should go talk to him..." Sylar started walking towards the stairs. Angela stopped him, almost not able to stop herself from yelling, "No!" She knew if he now went there, Peter wouldn't be able to control himself.
"Let him cool off for a little while."
Back upstairs, Peter walked into the bathroom.
"Hey, are you okay?" Peter asked gently, holding up Claire's hair. Claire looked at him, "Oh yeah, I'm great." She rolled her eyes.
"You know what I mean." Claire sighed. "I do and I'm fine, thanks." she smiled at him.
"I was thinking about what you said earlier and you're right." Peter said looking through the window, so he didn't see Claire frowning, looking confused. "What did I say?" She asked looking up at Peter's face, but he was lost in thoughts.
"You're absolutely right." he said more to himself than to Claire.
Las Vegas
On one of the most abandoned places in the city Peter and Claire landed.
"It's here? I mean it doesn't look like the place where..." But Peter interrupted her. "It's here."
They stood in front of a small house, it was old and probably used to be white once upon a time, but now turned grey.
Peter walked to the also old, but wooden door and knocked 3 times, loud, so loud it seems to echo.
"Peter... Maybe we shouldn't... You could be wrong." Claire was now standing beside him, tugging on his arm. But Peter wasn't listening, he was focussing on the sounds that came from the other side of the old door.
He heard low whispers and someone's loud footsteps.
The door opened slowly, the man standing there was looking very pale, with broken glasses and looking utterly confused.
He narrowed his eyes, " What are you doing here, Peter?"
Peter looked at the man and just said; "Hello Hiro."
Chapter 8, Darker and Visit
"Hey..." Peter whispered when he entered his/their room.
Claire was laying in bed staring out the window. "Hey you..." She replied.
"You know what's weird? Angela doesn't know about us and still we act like nothing's wrong." Claire said frowning, when Peter went to lay down next to her.
"Well, technically nothing is wrong." Peter shrugged, closing his eyes.
"Yeah, but don't you think Angela atleast has the right to know?" Claire asked, while putting her arms around his waist.
"No!" Peter's eyes were wide open now. " If ma knows, he knows. And I don't ... I need...I need to protect you, okay?" Peter stared into Claire's eyes and only saw trust and love in them.
"Okay..." She said, snuggling closer to Peter.
"You heard of one of the others lately?" Claire looked at Peter with interest. "What do you mean one of the others?" He asked her confused.
"You know... Hiro, Ando, Mohinder, M..." She stopped at the last name, Peter didn't seem to notice the beginning of the last name. "No, why?" Peter still looked confused.
"Don't you think we should atleast warn them?" Claire asked. "I think you might be right..." Peter closed his eyes again, "You might..." he whispered again.
They both fell asleep after that, when Angela came in to check if Peter calmed down yet, she couldn't believe her eyes.
Claire laying in Peter's arms, their hands intertwined. It looked so intimate, why would Peter be so intimate with his niece? Angela shook her head sad then, she wasn't his niece.
Angela wished that Nathan was her son, he was so perfect to her. But he wasn't. And neither was Sylar...
But it still didn't look right... She couldn't stay, so she turned around and down the stairs.
"Hey Ma..!" Angela heard behind her when she walked towards the kitchen. Fear made Angela shiver, mostly she wasn't afraid of anything, but this was the man who killed her son, Nathan would always be her son, the man who also now looked like him.
"Ma, are you even listening?" Angela focused her eyes on his face. "I'm sorry?"
Sylar sighed.
"What is it with you lately?" You're always so...spaced out. Like Peter used to be all the time." Angela winced, exactly .. Like Peter Used to be, Peter knew his brother was dead and he wasn't planning on forgiving Angela.
"I'm sorry, son." She said in the most normal voice she could manege.
"What were you saying?"
"Well, I think all those meetings are finally paying off.. You remember that guy Patrick Vaneri?" Sylar looked at Angela, clearly searching for confirmation, so she just nodded. "He agrees with me to stop the organisation... Only some people are still not really convinced." Sylar smiled widely, like it really was good news.
Angela couldn't agree with him, so she just said, "Hmmm..."
Peter was suddenly standing behind her, she didn't hear him coming down. So she wondered if he walked or teleported here.
"What's going on here? Some secret meeting?" Peter glared from Angela to Sylar and kept his eyes on him.
"What, Pete, why would you think that?" Sylar asked, still surprised of Peter's sudden appearance and his comment.
Peter's eyes narrowed even more, not a good sign... With this Peter it didn't take much to make him lose it. "Oh, I don't know, Nate."
Angela winced at how cold and dead his voice really sounded. Sylar just frowned.
They all then heard someone running upstairs, Peter looked concerned, knowing it was Claire. He glared at the other 2 for a moment and teleported upstairs.
Sylar and Angela both looked at the place where a second ago Peter stood.
"Maybe I should go talk to him..." Sylar started walking towards the stairs. Angela stopped him, almost not able to stop herself from yelling, "No!" She knew if he now went there, Peter wouldn't be able to control himself.
"Let him cool off for a little while."
Back upstairs, Peter walked into the bathroom.
"Hey, are you okay?" Peter asked gently, holding up Claire's hair. Claire looked at him, "Oh yeah, I'm great." She rolled her eyes.
"You know what I mean." Claire sighed. "I do and I'm fine, thanks." she smiled at him.
"I was thinking about what you said earlier and you're right." Peter said looking through the window, so he didn't see Claire frowning, looking confused. "What did I say?" She asked looking up at Peter's face, but he was lost in thoughts.
"You're absolutely right." he said more to himself than to Claire.
Las Vegas
On one of the most abandoned places in the city Peter and Claire landed.
"It's here? I mean it doesn't look like the place where..." But Peter interrupted her. "It's here."
They stood in front of a small house, it was old and probably used to be white once upon a time, but now turned grey.
Peter walked to the also old, but wooden door and knocked 3 times, loud, so loud it seems to echo.
"Peter... Maybe we shouldn't... You could be wrong." Claire was now standing beside him, tugging on his arm. But Peter wasn't listening, he was focussing on the sounds that came from the other side of the old door.
He heard low whispers and someone's loud footsteps.
The door opened slowly, the man standing there was looking very pale, with broken glasses and looking utterly confused.
He narrowed his eyes, " What are you doing here, Peter?"
Peter looked at the man and just said; "Hello Hiro."