Heroes, "To Be Free" Peter/Claire drabble
Fandom: Heroes
Title: To Be Free
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Claire
Word Count: 408
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst/Drama
Spoilers/Notes: Season 3, Volume 4 speculation. Takes place in the future.
Prompt: "Whisper" at pairechallenge
Summary: Peter and Claire had been running for a long time, but they'd spent even longer looking out for one another.
For as long as she could remember, they’d been running.
The memories of days when they were free were hazy for both of them. It even seemed almost foreign to remember a time when they could freely walk down the street and never have to look over their shoulders. And if they could, they’d tell their past, freer selves to appreciate what they had, to knock it off when moaning about how different they were or that they had to keep their powers a secret from the world.
Peter and Claire missed those days. Claire missed going to school and worrying about cheerleading practice instead of worrying about being snatched off the streets and thrown into a holding camp. Peter missed helping people at their bedside or visiting his brother’s campaign office, just so he can get his daily embrace.
“It’s time to go, Claire,” he whispered quickly. They’d done a lot of whispering lately. Claire couldn’t even recall the last time she heard Peter shout. Bugs were everywhere, with the government tapping hotels all over the country, just like this one, to snatch out incriminating and suspicious conversations.
It didn’t help that they had a special notice on Peter and Claire: terrorists, enemies, among other horrible things. Claire never thought she’d be called an enemy to her own country. She never thought Peter would be either. It just didn’t seem right, and they knew that it wasn’t.
Quickly, Claire picked up her brown satchel, which was the only thing they had to their name in this dingy hotel. She didn’t carry real belongings anymore, sometimes toiletries, and sometimes fake IDs. Once in a great while, they’d find money or acquire it by other means. She only kept what they needed to survive, and they no longer worried about the things they wanted any more.
They wanted freedom, an end to this madness, and above all else, they wanted to have normal, peaceful lives.
But they continued to run, just as they’d been doing as long as she could remember. Claire couldn’t think about a scenario where Peter wasn’t there anymore. Right now, she needed him more than ever - and he needed her. With each other, they could escape the cruel fate of being captured. They had a chance.
And just like running, for as long as Peter and Claire could remember, they’d saved and loved each other. It would be enough to get them through this never-ending chase.
Title: To Be Free
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Claire
Word Count: 408
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst/Drama
Spoilers/Notes: Season 3, Volume 4 speculation. Takes place in the future.
Prompt: "Whisper" at pairechallenge
Summary: Peter and Claire had been running for a long time, but they'd spent even longer looking out for one another.
For as long as she could remember, they’d been running.
The memories of days when they were free were hazy for both of them. It even seemed almost foreign to remember a time when they could freely walk down the street and never have to look over their shoulders. And if they could, they’d tell their past, freer selves to appreciate what they had, to knock it off when moaning about how different they were or that they had to keep their powers a secret from the world.
Peter and Claire missed those days. Claire missed going to school and worrying about cheerleading practice instead of worrying about being snatched off the streets and thrown into a holding camp. Peter missed helping people at their bedside or visiting his brother’s campaign office, just so he can get his daily embrace.
“It’s time to go, Claire,” he whispered quickly. They’d done a lot of whispering lately. Claire couldn’t even recall the last time she heard Peter shout. Bugs were everywhere, with the government tapping hotels all over the country, just like this one, to snatch out incriminating and suspicious conversations.
It didn’t help that they had a special notice on Peter and Claire: terrorists, enemies, among other horrible things. Claire never thought she’d be called an enemy to her own country. She never thought Peter would be either. It just didn’t seem right, and they knew that it wasn’t.
Quickly, Claire picked up her brown satchel, which was the only thing they had to their name in this dingy hotel. She didn’t carry real belongings anymore, sometimes toiletries, and sometimes fake IDs. Once in a great while, they’d find money or acquire it by other means. She only kept what they needed to survive, and they no longer worried about the things they wanted any more.
They wanted freedom, an end to this madness, and above all else, they wanted to have normal, peaceful lives.
But they continued to run, just as they’d been doing as long as she could remember. Claire couldn’t think about a scenario where Peter wasn’t there anymore. Right now, she needed him more than ever - and he needed her. With each other, they could escape the cruel fate of being captured. They had a chance.
And just like running, for as long as Peter and Claire could remember, they’d saved and loved each other. It would be enough to get them through this never-ending chase.