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Tweak says, "Yeah. Up your ass!"

cheerhappy (cheerhappy) wrote in heroic_essence,
@ 2008-10-13 23:51:00

Entry tags:

brooke dawson, claire bennet, peter petrelli

Who: Claire, Brooke, & Peter
Where: NYC-The streets between Brooke’s & Peter’s apartment and right outside his apartment, as well as inside.
When: After this thread
Status: Incomplete

After Nathan had left-my father… Claire had sat at the table for a long time in silence, just thinking over everything-she didn’t even respond, for about an hour, after Brooke rejoined her. When she finally looked up, she said only a few words. “I have to talk to Peter.” Brooke agreed to call him, and set up a meeting for the three of them that night, at his apartment.

Now Claire just had to keep in mind what she was or wasn’t supposed to say around her friend. Though she wasn’t quite sure she’d hold to that promise-after all, she’d known Brooke a lot longer than she’d known Nathan. It made more sense for her to tell her friend the truth-which meant that she would make sure her friend came with her that night.

When the time approached and the two young women left, Claire was dressed in a deep blue light sweater and a jean jacket, and denim pants as well. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail. Funny enough, now that she knew the truth, she was even more nervous about seeing Peter than she had been before-and she now felt a little weird for having a small crush on him when she’d first seen him. He was her uncle. So, no more of the ew factor.

As she walked along Brooke, her eyes watched the last few rays of the sun disappear behind the skyscrapers high above. “This…is going to be weird, isn’t it? I mean…he’s part of my family…it’s going to be a lot different than last night.” She hoped he’d at least be a little nicer than her father had been-though he’d warmed up at the end of their visit, and had given her his contact information.

But she still felt weird, and wondered if she should call her dad…

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total__eclipse
2008-10-14 03:14 pm UTC (link)

Judging from what Claire had told her, things had actually gone pretty well with Nathan. You know, as good as it could go with someone who'd basically been blackmailed into telling the truth. Though really, she shouldn't have had to resort to that. Being honest should've come naturally, especially for someone wanting to be the voice of the people, but usually the opposite was true with politicians. They understood one language: power. Brooke didn't have any - nothing substantial anyway. She wasn't rich. She didn't have friends in high places. The only power she had ( aside from her ability, which wouldn't have helped any in this situation ) was knowledge. She knew things about Nathan Petrelli ... about his campaign and his personal life that could be disastrous if word got out. Even though she had no intentions of leaking that information to the press ( if nothing else, for Claire and Peter's sake ), he didn't know that. And as long as he didn't, she could make a few reasonable demands that weren't going to cost him anything but a little bit of time.

Even though Claire was clearly nervous about going to see Peter, Brooke could tell that deep down Claire was excited about finally getting to know her biological family. And as long as they treated her with the respect she deserved and gave her the answers she was looking for, it was possible that they could all very easily forge a deep bond. Things didn't have to continue to be awkward, though she had a feeling Peter wouldn't be nearly as stiff or reluctant as his brother had been. He'd probably be nervous too, stutter over a few sentences and shove back his hair a few times, but he'd be nice about the whole thing. That was one thing Claire didn't have to worry about.

Her attire was simple: a black sweater and a dark pair of blue jeans. She wasn't dressing to impress. Tonight she was just being herself and supporting her friend, neither of which required a fancy cocktail dress.

Every so often she'd shoot a glance over to Claire as they walked to try and figure out what she was thinking, but Brooke didn't break the silence: she knew her companion would let her know what was going on in that head of hers whenever she was ready. And sure enough, she did.

She scrunched her face up a little bit, then shook her head. "Nah. If anything, I'd say it'll go better. He's not a good liar, and last night he felt like he was being loyal to his big brother by keeping his mouth shut. Tonight he has nothing to hide: it's all about you two - or three, if you want to include Nathan. So it might be a little weird at first, but he already likes you, so you don't have to worry about rejection. And he could always use an extra friend." It's not like they were announcing their familial ties to the public or anything. It was just a small, intimate meeting where they were free to talk about anything they wanted. Personally, Brooke thought it would do them both some good.

What she wasn't sure about was whether she should've come or not. Claire wanted her to, so she had. But after the way she'd insulted Peter last night ... she wondered if her being there wouldn't make it awkward for him. Besides, she might've been a friend, but she wasn't part of their dysfunctional family tree. She was just an outsider.

"I kind of yelled at him last night." When her companion shot her a confused look, she elaborated. "Peter. When I left, he followed me outside. I was pretty angry. I might've said a few things I shouldn't have. You know me and my temper." Claire had never been on the receiving end, but she had seen Brooke mad. "So if I'm quiet, that's why. This is y`all's night. I'm just there if you need me." She would get around to apologizing once she pried her foot out of her mouth once everything else with Claire and Peter was said and done, but not until then. She wouldn't be stealing anyone's spotlight.

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cheerhappy
2008-10-14 07:00 pm UTC (link)

Claire nodded slowly as Brooke reassured her that things would be okay. “Hearing that he’s not a good liar makes me feel a little better, I think.” The blond smiled, glancing to her friend. Absently she slipped her hands into her pockets, her thoughts drifting away from nervousness to wonder if she should tell him about her ability tonight. That she was a freak-like him. If he really could fly, anyway. She wondered what Brooke would say-but she was her best friend, so things would be okay there, right? She really hoped so.
When Brooke spoke again, she looked at the brunette in confusion, which eased when she started to explain. “Yeah…your temper is world famous.” She flashed a sympathetic smile. “Thanks for coming anyway-I’m glad to have the support, no matter what happens.” She took a deep breath, looking ahead as they crossed another sleep. “That’s his building, right? It seems nice.” Not big and fancy, like she imagined Nathan’s house was, but a step or two above Brooke’s building. “Quiet.” The street itself was pretty quiet.
And that’s when they were interrupted. From a dark doorway beside the building, a man stepped out in a dark coat, a hat pulled low over his eyes, and a gun in his hand. ”Hey you rich bitches-gimme all your money!” The hand holding the gun shook-it was obvious he was probably going through some kind of withdrawal, if not from drugs then definitely from drinking.
“Wha-no!” Claire responded instinctively. She didn’t even think about it-instead moving between the man and her friend. “Leave us alone, okay?” The streetlamp flickered, then went out-Claire didn’t know why, but she did know this spooked the guy. He looked up at the light wildly, and at the same time Claire turned to her friend to pull her away. The man’s finger jerked however, and the gun went off, the sound shattering the night and surprising even him. ”Oh shit!” The drunk/junkie turned and took off running down the street.
Claire’s wide eyes were on Brooke’s as the streetlamp came back on. “Are you…” Whatever she might’ve said was lost as some blood trickled from her mouth, and she stumbled into the brunette, falling to her knees. “Hell…” She was pissed, yes, but it probably sounded to Brooke like she was asking for help, as she felt the back of her shirt grow slick with her own blood. The blond’s bright blue eyes started to slide shut. She really wished this healing deal worked faster.

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total__eclipse
2008-10-14 07:01 pm UTC (link)

Some things a person couldn't change. Brooke was much more even-tempered now than she used to be, but every now and then it flared up again. It took a lot to get her that upset though, and it usually accompanied betrayal by someone she trusted. She didn't like being threatened or feeling cornered either, but that's typically when her ability kicked in. By the time she mixed in a little attitude, there wasn't much of a need to go all hysterical. Luckily Claire didn't seem to mind either way. That was one of the many good things about her younger companion: she didn't judge. Or if she did, she was really good at hiding any negative opinions she had.

Eyes trailed to the building, Peter's building, before she gave a nod of affirmation. "Yep, that's the one." One slender brow lifted when their pace seemed to slow. They weren't honestly going to start stalling now, were they? Brooke wholeheartedly believed that Claire had nothing to worry about, but the blonde by her side didn't seem quite as sure. Sensing her friend's hesitancy, she decided to toss in a little piece of encouragement. That's what she was here for, right? "Everything's going to be fine. You'll see. This is going to go way better than you think." It was actually kind of funny: cheering on a cheerleader. But they weren't on a playing field chanting 'rah, rah, rah, go team!' for a bunch of boys knocking around each other, fighting over a ball. This was a hugely monumental moment in Claire's life. Brooke couldn't even wrap her head around how stressful this had to be, even if she did know that she always had her family back in Texas, who from what Brooke had been told were very protective, loving, kind people: the kind of people every girl wished were her parents.

Lips parted to speak again, but clamped shut when they were interrupted by a man in a dark coat. A heavy frown deeply creased its way across her forehead, and then she saw the gun.

"Do we look rich to you?" Maybe not the best choice of words, but it's the first thing that came out of her mouth. She didn't see how anything about a girl in a sweater walking along with her teenage friend screamed 'we've got cash, rob us now!' But this guy was an addict; he wasn't thinking at all. That's about when Claire positioned herself between her and the man with the gun, and Brooke's protective instincts kicked in. The lights started to flicker, which spooked the guy - hopefully enough to get him to go away and leave them alone. It worked ... unfortunately not before he got off a single shot: one that went straight into Claire.

"Claire! Oh god, no ..." Arms shot out to catch her when she stumbled. Tears blurred Brooke's vision as she held her friend in her arms. Terrified hues remained locked on Claire as she pleaded with her not to die. "You can't leave me. You're all I've got. Just hang on. I'm going to get you help. Just please ... please don't leave me." She ran her hand over the wound then drew it away to see how bad it was. Blood had completely soaked through the material of her sweater and her jacket.

"Somebody help us, please!" Her hands were shaking so badly that trying to dial anyone was virtually impossible. If she yelled loud and long enough, someone would have to come out and help them, or at least call it in.

"Stay with me, Claire." When her eyes started to shut, Brooke gave her a brisk shake and more forcefully repeated herself, "stay with me!"

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reluctantmimic
2008-10-15 09:53 pm UTC (link)

The phone call with his brother had been brief and to the point; typical Nathan style. Brooke had made good on her threat and spilled the beans about Claire's place in the Petrelli family. As much as he would have preferred to hear that Nathan had given in and been the one to tell Claire, at least the truth was out there - amongst a select few of course. If too many people knew, not only would the campaign be in jeopardy but it seemed likely that Nathan and Heidi's marriage would be as well.

While the conversation between the two brothers hadn't yielded many details, Nathan had given Peter a heads up about Claire wanting to talk to him. The call to set up that particular meeting had come from Brooke, rather surprising considering how angry she'd been the night the four of them met for dinner. This was definitely going to be awkward on more than one level and his nerves were running high. His tidying up of the apartment consisted of moving the clutter from plain sight to drawers and closets. As the time drew near, he opened the refrigerator and frowned upon discovering that he had little in the way of refreshments to offer.

Additional fretting was postponed by a loud noise from outside the apartment building. A gun shot? Eyes wide and heart racing, Peter ran down the stairs - not having the sense to grab his first aid bag and leaving his apartment door wide open. From the hallway he heard a woman screaming for help and as he drew closer to the front door, the voice became eerily familiar. Once outside, he came to an abrupt halt and stared down at the horrifying sight of Claire bleeding in Brooke's arms. No... not Claire. This couldn't be happening.

Legs finally moving, he approached and dropped to his knees beside his niece. So much blood. Panic stricken eyes met Brooke's. "What happened?" Gaze fell to Claire with a hand shakily moving to his niece's neck to feel for her pulse and afterward hovering over her mouth and nose. Eyes lifted again. "I can't feel her pulse... she's not breathing!" And in that moment Peter had to wonder if the truth came with a price.

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cheerhappy
2008-10-15 10:56 pm UTC (link)

"Stay with me, Claire. Stay with me!" Claire wanted to tell Brooke she'd be okay. But she couldn't. Her back felt like it was on fire. She hadn't been shot before, and was suddenly very glad of that fact.

She could feel herself slipping away-it felt so much slower this time. Slow enough for her to hear someone running up to them. Then she died. Again.

She didn't know what happened in the next few minutes. While she was....gone, really....the bullet began to slowly force it's way backwards out of her skin. A soft tinkling sound was heard as it slid out from under her shirt and jacket, falling to the pavement. The blood stopped flowing, and under the layers of fabric, the wound began to close. Once it was fully closed, Claire trembled.

A gasp of breath escaped her, followed by a cough from the blood that was still in her mouth. She felt arms around her, and she coughed again, then looked up slowly, seeing first Brooke, then Peter beside her.

"I'm okay..." She whispered it, then wiped some blood off her mouth with the back of her hand. Dying was way too painful.

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total__eclipse
2008-10-16 03:35 pm UTC (link)

Panicked hues shot over to Peter when he asked what happened. Wasn't it obvious? The gunshot should've given it away, but just incase he hadn't heard it, she rambled out an explanation. Her voice shook uncontrollably as she spoke, quickly going over the important stuff. "It all happened so fast. This guy came out of nowhere and demanded we give him all our money. His hand was shaking, and the gun went off. Claire stepped in the way." Whether the shot was an accident or not was debatable, though it didn't matter whether it was deliberate or not: the end result was the same.

She should've just handed over what cash she had on her and instructed Claire to do the same. It wasn't worth dying over.

"You can save her, right?" The temporary calm that had started to settle over her when Peter showed up quickly vanished when she realized Claire wasn't breathing, and she didn't have a pulse. Tears began to fall as Brooke watched helplessly, praying with all her might that it wasn't too late. Claire was too young to die, too good. The world would be a darker place with her gone. In that moment, she started going over all the things she should've done to prevent this: things she could've done differently. It never should've been Claire. It should've been her. If only she could turn back time. Maybe then-

Brooke jumped when Claire coughed. Her first thought was that Peter had been able to revive her, but that didn't explain how the bullet was no longer lodged inside her. Not that she had searched the ground for it, but she was fairly certain it hadn't been there before. It was like it'd suddenly just fallen out.

Regardless of how it'd happened, she was thrilled beyond belief that not only was her friend alive, but she was feeling well enough to talk.

Brooke helped Claire sit up before gently pulling her into a hug ( more for her own peace of mind than anything else ), but released her soon after and shifted around to where the wound should be. Using the blood stain on her companion's clothing as a guide, Brooke lifted the material partway ( not revealing too much, of course ) to examine the injured area ... and realized there was none. Nothing. Not even a mark.

"Claire, what just happened?" She believed firmly in the phrase 'don't look a gift-horse in the mouth,' but this was way too weird to ignore. Claire had died. Brooke's vision was still blurred, and her heart was still racing, and she could pretty safely assume Peter was thinking/feeling the exact same way.

She slid back around, crouched on her knees in front of Claire as she anxiously awaited her friend's answer.

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reluctantmimic
2008-11-01 07:25 pm UTC (link)

Once again Peter was crumbling under pressure. Asking questions he already knew the answers to. He stared down at Claire in disbelief as Brooke explained what had happened. Claire, his niece, gunned down right in front of his apartment building. Gaze lifted to meet Brooke's for a moment, words catching in his throat. "I'm sorry, I-..." Somehow this was his fault.

While checking her pulse once again, he called out frantically. "Claire? Can you hear me?" And then Brooke asked if he could save her and Peter looked up; unable to hide the sense of self doubt. "You need to call 911 Brooke." Like he'd ever be able to save anyone, no matter how hard he tried. Once she made the call, he'd ask her to assist him in an attempt at CPR. He wouldn't accept that it was too late. He wouldn't lose his niece. Nathan would not lose his daughter.

The sudden gasp caused his heart to jump in his chest and he nearly lost his balance; a hand going out to steady his position on the pavement. "Claire? Are you alright?" Alive and amazingly alert for someone who'd just been shot. Eyes tearing up, he watched as Brooke enveloped her in a hug. The sound of the metal falling to the sidewalk hadn't gone unnoticed and his brow furrowed as Brooke checked for signs of damage. Just as the brunette had beat him to tending to Claire, she also asked that all important question before the words could leave his own mouth. Peter could only glance from Claire to Brooke and back, mouth opened slightly and unsure of what to say. He wanted to reach out and hug her as Brooke had, but stopped himself for fear of hurting her and making the situation worse.

The hows and whys didn't matter, curious as he was. Claire had somehow cheated death or so it would seem. "We still need to get you checked out..." By a real doctor, not some inept hospice nurse. Questions still hanging in the air, he glanced at Brooke nervously.

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cheerhappy
2008-11-02 10:13 pm UTC (link)

Claire took a couple more small breaths, glancing first down at herself, then up to the two of them. "I...I'm fine. I'm okay." She looked up into Brooke's eyes and gave her a faint smile. "I promise." When Peter said something about 911 and a hospital, the blond scooped up the bullet, then shook her head. "No....don't call. I'll be okay."

She pushed herself to her feet easily, glancing around. "I don't need a hospital. I'm okay....but...we should get inside, before the cops come. I'm sure one of your neighbors probably called 911, Peter." She looked up at him, then at her friend once again. "Please...no hospitals or doctors...just...can we go inside? Please? I'll explain everything in there."

Expecting that they'd follow, she started to move towards the building on her own, knowing they wouldn't just stand outside doing nothing.

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total__eclipse
2008-11-09 04:44 pm UTC (link)

The look she gave Peter when he glanced her way silently conveyed the message that she was just as confused as he was. Not that it really mattered how she had come out of this without a scrape, as long as she was alive and seemingly okay - so okay that she was brushing off a trip to the hospital. Even though Claire seemed adamant about it, Brooke was skeptical. Whether she was bleeding all over the place or not, there could be internal damage or something, right? Something they couldn't see with the naked eye. Just as a precaution, they should go. But the person who was injured didn't want that, and she seemed pretty confident in her decision not to go.

She stood shortly after Claire did, but her reaction time was delayed because a part of her was still in shock. How could she-? Did she have an ability? What were the odds of knowing someone else who could do these weird, unexplainable things? Then again, she had met Leslie who could also do some pretty out-there stuff, so obviously she wasn't the only one with this gift or curse or whatever it was. But Claire? It was kind of ridiculous that she'd been hiding what she could do, afraid of her friend's reaction, when they both shared a similar secret.

... Or maybe the fear of almost losing her closest friend had her so whacked out in the head right now that she was jumping to insane conclusions to explain what'd just happened.

Brooke wasn't anxious to talk to the cops. Not that she actually thought they'd care that she was a runaway from way back when, but she'd had a few bad experiences with the police, and so now she tried to avoid them at all costs - just habit. But it was enough to send her trailing closely behind Claire after she shifted her eyes over to Peter. "Come on. I'm sure she knows what she's doing." One thing about her golden-haired companion: she was smart and extremely rationale, and not just for someone her age. She was just very mature. So if Claire thought that postponing a trip to the hospital was the smartest thing to do, then they could at least hear her out before insisting she go anyway.

Any awkwardness that remained due to their last encounter was quickly overshadowed by the strangeness of what was going on here.

She reached over and gave Peter's arm a light squeeze. He was still undoubtedly shaken up too. Heck, he'd be panicked if Claire wasn't related to him, and since she was ... "Come on." She repeated the words more softly this time before turning and jogging briefly to catch up to the one leading the way. As she walked, she couldn't help but stare at the blood that had soaked through her clothes, prompting Brooke to ask once more, "You sure you don't want to go to the hospital, Claire?" Nobody liked hospitals, but they were important - and there for situations like these.

Why did all her friends have to be so stubborn?

The look Brooke received indicated that she wasn't likely to change her mind, so with a defeated sigh, she ran her fingers roughly through her hair and followed silently behind Claire who she hoped knew which room was Peter's.

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reluctantmimic
2008-11-22 09:10 pm UTC (link)

With Claire now breathing, Peter finally started to calm down and let out a deep breath of his own. Regardless, the concern was evident when he spoke. "I'd feel better if we got you checked out." Plus he knew it was what his brother would insist on. "But if you're sure you're alright..." An eyebrow raised and lips parted when she scooped up the bullet that had taken her down just a few minutes prior. This really made no sense. Mouth clamped shut before the stream of questions could escape, as this didn't seem the time or place.

Even though it was against his better judgment, he nodded when Claire pleaded for them to head inside and keep the cops and paramedics at bay. "Okay, but I'll be keeping an eye on you." Monitoring her vital signs at least and if she seemed in trouble, he'd have to talk her into seeing a doctor. Anxious to hear her explanation, he followed as she headed to the front door of his building. First, however, he smiled and reached out a hand that rested on her shoulder; gaze shifting from Claire to Brooke and back again. "Gave use quite the scare..." A moment later hand returned to his side, smile still in place as Brooke squeezed his arm - the contact setting him more at ease. He sent her a glance that likely showed his gratefulness.

Shortly after, Peter stepped ahead of Claire and lead the two to his apartment; the door of which hung wide open. A sheepish smiled spread across his face while he stood aside to usher them inside. Then he'd gently guide Claire to the couch, grabbing and throwing his forgotten coat aside in the process and also motioning for Brooke to take a seat. "Make yourself at home." Now he'd give his niece some time to relax and fill them in on what had really happened on the street below. Automatically he headed into the kitchen, turned on the faucet and filled a glass of water. Returning to the living room, he handed Claire the glass and then turned to face Brooke. "Can I get you a drink or something?" He fell silent, still in shock at what he'd witnessed and unsure of what else to say.

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cheerhappy
2008-12-15 06:20 am UTC (link)

Claire shook her head again when Brooke asked about the hospital. "No...no hospitals. No doctors." How could she explain to a doctor the blood that stained her shirt, but the fact that she had no wound? He'd throw her out and call her a liar.

She gave a faint nod to Peter when he mentioned he wanted to keep an eye on her-she knew it would make him fell better. "I'm fine, I promise. Good as new."

When they made it into his apartment, she took the water glass and took a long, deep drink-hey, she'd had some blood in her mouth, so she wanted to get rid of the taste, okay? She then set the glass down and shrugged out of her jacket, pulling it around herself to finger the hole now in the center of the back, surrounded by a blood stain. Finally, the blond slowly looked up to Brooke and Peter.

"Okay...I'm sorry y'all had to find out this way, but..." She sighed, then set the jacket down and stood, turning so her back was to them. The blood and hole on the back of her shirt was clearly visible, before she tugged the back up from the top, revealing the lack of a matching bullethole in her skin.

Once she was sure they'd seen it, she let her shirt back down, then turned and sat again. "So...I can heal. From anything. Even death...."

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total__eclipse
2008-12-15 05:08 pm UTC (link)

Still partially in shock, she declined anything to drink. The only thing she was interested in was hearing what exactly had just happened.

... Although as prepared as she thought she was, she hadn't once considered the explanation that was given.

As out of place as it might've seemed, Brooke's initial reaction was laughter. All this time ... all this time her best friend had an ability, and she'd been struggling to hide hers, because she was afraid of what Claire would think. How ridiculous was that? She should've just told her to begin with, and then maybe they could've avoided this whole scare - although this was New York City, so there weren't any guarantees when it came to safety. Seriously though, this was like some huge cosmic joke, and she was laughing, because she was that relieved. Sure, it was freaky. People weren't supposed to be able to do stuff like this, but her friend was alive. Not only that, she was pretty much indestructible, and that was great news to Brooke.

Sorry? There was certainly no reason to be sorry. Brooke had been in the exact same boat, so finding out this way ... was admittedly rough on the nerves, but it'd all turned out okay, and that was the important thing.

"You can heal? That's great. Forget great, that's awesome! Claire, this means ... this means you could survive anything." Like say ... an explosion set to blow up New York City. Crap. So if she could really manipulate lighting, and Claire could really regenerate, then wasn't it possible that Isaac could really paint the future? And if he could, they were all in big trouble.

"There's something about myself I haven't told you yet. When those lights back there flickered, that was me. I can do things too, except it's ... more complicated to explain and nowhere near as cool as self-healing." Why wasn't she being more selective with her words? Because Peter already knew. This was old news to him. And since Claire had a power of her own, it wasn't nearly as hard to say. She couldn't call Brooke crazy when she was the one who'd just been shot, and was now apparently fine.

... Though she should definitely take it easy for awhile. No use in pushing their luck.

"You know the neighbor next door: the one you met at the Halloween party? Now you gotta swear to me, Claire, that you're not going to repeat this to anyone ... but Isaac thinks he can paint the future. Maybe he can." What did this even mean? He said they had to stop it, the explosion he'd painted. Were there others out there? And if there were, how were they supposed to find them? It was just so surreal.

And poor Peter, well, he'd been exposed to all of this. Honestly, he was taking it very well. If she'd been some average gal from an upscale family in New York and just found out that there were people running around with superpowers, one of them related to her? Wow, she'd hit the roof. After all, it was pretty weird. That just further proved what a nice, sympathetic guy he was.

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reluctantmimic
2009-05-04 10:17 pm UTC (link)

Still far too anxious to take a seat, Peter instead stood behind the couch with arms folded across his chest. Eyes fell on Claire as she drank from the offered glass of water. At any sign of discomfort or pain, he'd likely rush to her aid. His niece. Regardless of the short amount of time they'd known each other, he felt a strong familiar bond with her. Probably another of his weaknesses; getting attached to people too quickly.

Before he could ask (yet again) how Claire was feeling, she stood. Eyes went wide as she showed off the lack of a wound where there should have been a bullet hole. A confirmation followed: Claire had an ability. A power. Invincibility? Peter had to take a deep breath in order to calm himself. He didn't want to overwhelm her or say too much... yet.

Moving to sit beside Claire on the couch, he turned to face his niece. "How long have you known... that you could heal like that?" Gaze lifted to meet Brooke's as she spoke about her own ability, which led him to think of Nathan and what his brother might call that whole "flying nonsense." He tried to give Brooke a reassuring smile, but only managed a nervous half smile. Gaze then returned to Claire. What were the odds that three people with 'abilities' would wind up in the same city and now in the same living room?

The mention of Isaac caused Peter to frown, although not due to disdain for the artist. At first he hadn't believed the allegation that the man could paint the future. Now, however, he had no doubt that it was true.

He'd said little and tried to appear calm for as long as possible. As much as his brother had insisted that he stay quiet on this matter, Peter just couldn't help himself. He motioned for Brooke to join them on the couch and when she did, gaze flitted from her to Claire before he spoke with a wavering tone. "I think I can fly..." He trailed off, stopping himself from saying much more until he could gauge each woman's reaction. While he waited, he recalled that night on the rooftop where after too many drinks, he'd said practically the same words to Niki.

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