up above
Title: Up Above
Author: missaliceblue
Pairing: Peter/Claire
Rating: Light PG
Status: 1/1, Complete
Word Count: around 1,000
Summary: A birthday fic requested by jakjk32, who wanted romantic Paire for Friday the 13th!
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
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It had been a bad couple years, but things were looking better now. Claire was living in California. She liked it okay. It was always nice to start over, to have a clean slate.
Of all that had occured in the last few years, there was a lot she’d have liked to forget about. But the Petrelli’s were not one of them. She tried to maintain her relationship with them as best she could.
Her father went to New York fairly often, usually on some sort of murky business. Whenever he was willing to let her, Claire tagged along for the weekend. She would stay a few days at Nathan and Heidi’s, visiting with them and her little brothers.
And of course she saw Peter. If she was being honest, her schedule was pretty much planned entirely around his, on how she could wheedle the most time out of him.
But no one had to know that.
He would take her out to eat, take her to movies, all sorts of things. But it seemed like most of the time they ended up in his apartment, talking. About nothing, really...but there was always something to talk about. And that’s how it was for most of the trips to New York.
Except for the last one, the one that had just ended two weeks ago.
It was awfully normal up until the very end. A nice trip. Nathan and Peter had driven her and her father to the airport. Peter promised to email her; Nathan said he would see her at Christmas, for sure.
Right before they went through security, Claire asked Peter if he would mind showing her where a Starbucks was, because she was in serious need of some coffee.
He told her he’d be happy to, and chatted easily with her as they walked toward the big green sign.
When they were almost to the store, she stopped abruptly. She used the momentum in their bodies to pull him quickly into one of the little computer kiosks, far from the prying eyes of her father or Nathan.
And then she’d kissed him, really kissed him, on the lips, like she’d been thinking about doing for quite awhile. Years.
He pulled away from her, confusion and shock in his eyes.
She heard her father’s voice impatiently calling her name. There was no time to speak. Just time enough to press her fingers onto his chest and push her lips against his once more, for a true goodbye kiss.
He’d slumped to the bench inside the kiosk when she finally let go of him, and she hadn’t looked behind her as she skipped out of the kiosk and down the hall.
And then...not a word. It had been two weeks since then. He’d sent her a short, chatty email, and she’d replied, but they hadn’t said anything about it.
Nothing.
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She was about halfway through the corn maze, or so she thought.
It was Friday the 13th, just a few weeks before Halloween. Claire had been invited by a group of fellow seniors who seemed to genuinely like her. She had no reason not to go, knew she should be making friends in her new school.
Even though she didn't feel like it, it still needed to be done. Appearances and all that.
The rest of the kids she was with were far behind her, at least an hour. This was mostly due to the fact that she’d been cheating like a mofo.
She’d cut through several large sections that were listed on one of the cheat maps (which was obviously unfair but she didn't want to be here, didn't want to come to this stupid outing anyway).
Claire walked down the empty paths quickly, so she could find the end of the maze, drink her stupid cup of cider and eat a stupid doughnut and then go home, so no one would call her a weirdo hermit. Which was the point of this entire evening, right?
Claire turned a wrong corner, and found herself surrounded by nothing but darkened corners melting into endless rows of corn stalks.
She sighed heavily in frustration and pivoted. That's when she felt strong arms curl around her waist from behind, the hands locking around her stomach.
Claire made a little "Oh!" sound in the back of her throat, but was too startled to do anything else.
The hands were holding her back against what felt like a chest. She looked down at the ground, saw it lifting away from her. She couldn’t see her body though. Invisible.
"Peter?" she gasped.
She heard him chuckle softly in her ear.
Claire clutched onto his arms, twisted to face her chest to his. He laughingly told her to quit wiggling or he’d drop her.
Suddenly he was in front of her, and they were in the night sky, high up above the glittering lights below. They were low enough that it wasn’t too freezing and they didn't risk getting plastered on the window of a passing jet. But still high enough that no one could see them.
He was here. Really here. She smiled at him slowly, so glad to see him.
He was the same Peter. Same crooked little grin and same great smell, brown eyes that teased her even when she was trying to be serious.
"Peter!" She squeezed him tightly, pressed her toes onto the tops of his shoes for leverage.
And then she kissed him.
She had resolved to let him forget their goodbye kiss if he wanted, to set her behavior by his. And now that he was here she’d forgotten all that.
But she didn't get time to chastise herself because he was returning her kiss, his lips moving eagerly over hers.
After quite awhile they broke apart.
"What are you doing here?" she said incredulously.
“I missed you,” said Peter, with a little smile on his face. His arms were still wrapped around her.
She grinned up at him with what felt like an idiotically excited expression on her face.
This time he pulled her face to his. She shivered a little as he deepened the kiss, his fingers pushing into her hair.
She pulled back, and traced her fingers lightly over his cheek.
"I thought you didn’t..." Claire trailed off.
"No. I did. I just needed to think," said Peter and the look he gave he was so…loving that her heart broke at that moment, fell in shattered little pieces onto the ground far below them.
"How long?" she asked.
"As long as you, at least. Longer," said Peter, and he chuckled ruefully.
"Not possible," she said, snuggling up to him as his arms gripped her closer.
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Claire Bennett was the last one to the end of the maze.
fin.
A/N - forgive the mistakes, my beta's on vacation. also, remember, anyone who cares enough to friend unfinishedline gets a fic for their bday. i promise at least a drabble. all you have to do is ask!
Author: missaliceblue
Pairing: Peter/Claire
Rating: Light PG
Status: 1/1, Complete
Word Count: around 1,000
Summary: A birthday fic requested by jakjk32, who wanted romantic Paire for Friday the 13th!
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
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It had been a bad couple years, but things were looking better now. Claire was living in California. She liked it okay. It was always nice to start over, to have a clean slate.
Of all that had occured in the last few years, there was a lot she’d have liked to forget about. But the Petrelli’s were not one of them. She tried to maintain her relationship with them as best she could.
Her father went to New York fairly often, usually on some sort of murky business. Whenever he was willing to let her, Claire tagged along for the weekend. She would stay a few days at Nathan and Heidi’s, visiting with them and her little brothers.
And of course she saw Peter. If she was being honest, her schedule was pretty much planned entirely around his, on how she could wheedle the most time out of him.
But no one had to know that.
He would take her out to eat, take her to movies, all sorts of things. But it seemed like most of the time they ended up in his apartment, talking. About nothing, really...but there was always something to talk about. And that’s how it was for most of the trips to New York.
Except for the last one, the one that had just ended two weeks ago.
It was awfully normal up until the very end. A nice trip. Nathan and Peter had driven her and her father to the airport. Peter promised to email her; Nathan said he would see her at Christmas, for sure.
Right before they went through security, Claire asked Peter if he would mind showing her where a Starbucks was, because she was in serious need of some coffee.
He told her he’d be happy to, and chatted easily with her as they walked toward the big green sign.
When they were almost to the store, she stopped abruptly. She used the momentum in their bodies to pull him quickly into one of the little computer kiosks, far from the prying eyes of her father or Nathan.
And then she’d kissed him, really kissed him, on the lips, like she’d been thinking about doing for quite awhile. Years.
He pulled away from her, confusion and shock in his eyes.
She heard her father’s voice impatiently calling her name. There was no time to speak. Just time enough to press her fingers onto his chest and push her lips against his once more, for a true goodbye kiss.
He’d slumped to the bench inside the kiosk when she finally let go of him, and she hadn’t looked behind her as she skipped out of the kiosk and down the hall.
And then...not a word. It had been two weeks since then. He’d sent her a short, chatty email, and she’d replied, but they hadn’t said anything about it.
Nothing.
-----
She was about halfway through the corn maze, or so she thought.
It was Friday the 13th, just a few weeks before Halloween. Claire had been invited by a group of fellow seniors who seemed to genuinely like her. She had no reason not to go, knew she should be making friends in her new school.
Even though she didn't feel like it, it still needed to be done. Appearances and all that.
The rest of the kids she was with were far behind her, at least an hour. This was mostly due to the fact that she’d been cheating like a mofo.
She’d cut through several large sections that were listed on one of the cheat maps (which was obviously unfair but she didn't want to be here, didn't want to come to this stupid outing anyway).
Claire walked down the empty paths quickly, so she could find the end of the maze, drink her stupid cup of cider and eat a stupid doughnut and then go home, so no one would call her a weirdo hermit. Which was the point of this entire evening, right?
Claire turned a wrong corner, and found herself surrounded by nothing but darkened corners melting into endless rows of corn stalks.
She sighed heavily in frustration and pivoted. That's when she felt strong arms curl around her waist from behind, the hands locking around her stomach.
Claire made a little "Oh!" sound in the back of her throat, but was too startled to do anything else.
The hands were holding her back against what felt like a chest. She looked down at the ground, saw it lifting away from her. She couldn’t see her body though. Invisible.
"Peter?" she gasped.
She heard him chuckle softly in her ear.
Claire clutched onto his arms, twisted to face her chest to his. He laughingly told her to quit wiggling or he’d drop her.
Suddenly he was in front of her, and they were in the night sky, high up above the glittering lights below. They were low enough that it wasn’t too freezing and they didn't risk getting plastered on the window of a passing jet. But still high enough that no one could see them.
He was here. Really here. She smiled at him slowly, so glad to see him.
He was the same Peter. Same crooked little grin and same great smell, brown eyes that teased her even when she was trying to be serious.
"Peter!" She squeezed him tightly, pressed her toes onto the tops of his shoes for leverage.
And then she kissed him.
She had resolved to let him forget their goodbye kiss if he wanted, to set her behavior by his. And now that he was here she’d forgotten all that.
But she didn't get time to chastise herself because he was returning her kiss, his lips moving eagerly over hers.
After quite awhile they broke apart.
"What are you doing here?" she said incredulously.
“I missed you,” said Peter, with a little smile on his face. His arms were still wrapped around her.
She grinned up at him with what felt like an idiotically excited expression on her face.
This time he pulled her face to his. She shivered a little as he deepened the kiss, his fingers pushing into her hair.
She pulled back, and traced her fingers lightly over his cheek.
"I thought you didn’t..." Claire trailed off.
"No. I did. I just needed to think," said Peter and the look he gave he was so…loving that her heart broke at that moment, fell in shattered little pieces onto the ground far below them.
"How long?" she asked.
"As long as you, at least. Longer," said Peter, and he chuckled ruefully.
"Not possible," she said, snuggling up to him as his arms gripped her closer.
-----
Claire Bennett was the last one to the end of the maze.
fin.
A/N - forgive the mistakes, my beta's on vacation. also, remember, anyone who cares enough to friend unfinishedline gets a fic for their bday. i promise at least a drabble. all you have to do is ask!