Current mood:	creative
Current music:	"Here In Your Arms" - Hellogoodbye
Entry tags:	!myfanfics, *[h] peter petrelli, *[laby] sarah williams, .dyaniera, fandom: heroes, fandom: labyrinth, fic.length: fic: oneshot, fic.setting: parabolical

[FIC] Luck. SW, PP. PG.
PROMPT: None, it's a thank-you fic
AUTHOR: Jessi, princessjessia (Disclaimer)
FANDOM: Labyrinth/Heroes [parabolical]
CHARACTERS: Sarah, Peter
SUMMARY: Luck is a matter of perspective.
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 825
NOTES: for dyaniera, with much ♥

"Close your eyes."

Though Sarah could tell he was amused by the request, Peter obliged willingly, closing his eyes as he lifted his chin toward the sunshine. It was the same thing she'd done herself more than once already, as Los Angeles might be warmer, but the sun shining down on this stretch of Ireland felt realer.

He had done as asked, but not without questions to follow. "Where to now?"

Moving to hands and knees, she circled behind him and then sat back on her heels and wrapped her arms loosely around him. Her chin settled on his shoulder, the position comfortable and right, giving her a slight few of just the side of his face. "Nowhere yet. Something to do first before you follow the next clue."

One eyebrow went up, she could see the twitch of muscle from the side of his face that told her it had, even if she couldn't see his face straight on. "I need my eyes closed for it?" His smile turned to a smirk with lightening speed

She nipped at his neck. "Behave. That comes later, when we're done with your vacation." He leaned back against her with a sigh she knew was mostly put on, weight held lightly as always, as though concerned about leaning too heavily on her. As always, she wanted none of that and pulled him tightly to her.

"I know you can bend metal," she said softly and lifted one arm, her wrist briefly brushing his cheek, the silvery metal band around it, warmed as ever by her skin, a reminder of that fact, "but I need you to melt it. Just a little, that's all. But no looking."

Not that looking mattered where Peter was concerned, but it was for effect.

The raised eyebrow was joined by one eyelid, Peter watching her from the corner of his eye, not suspicious but puzzled. Good, he hadn't figured out what she was after just yet. A few more seconds, maybe, and then he would, but for now it was a surprise.

It was always fun when she could manage that.

Bottom lip jutting out, a completely false pout, she watched that one eye. "Peter, come on, please do it?"

The eye closed and the eyebrow went down and Sarah didn't bother to muffle her small hum of pleasure at his continued compliance. It was then she let go of him, digging in her pocket for the platinum ring with the blank signet face as she reached for the stick she'd located a few minutes ago.

There was the inscription inside the ring, but that wasn't the focus now. It was making this ring something memorable, that couldn't be found anywhere else – something like the bracelet she wore was for her. She just hoped this would hold the same value for him.

"Just one finger, that's all I need, and point it down," she said, hooking the ring on the end of the stick until it was firmly on it without spinning around. Still looking over his shoulder, she waited until he did as requested and then reached forward with the stick and held it below his finger.

It only took a few moments before the blank signet face glistened like something wet and then she pulled it back and plucked up the last piece to the puzzle.

It was a four-leaf clover, the one they'd both found, like something vaguely out of Lady and the Tramp, then then picked together in their contest to find the most in ten minutes. It was that she dropped down onto the blank signet face. As she'd been told when questioning that shopkeeper about the roses dipped in precious metals, the softened metal pooled around the clover, retaining the shape as it covered the bit of greenery.

"Okay, cold time," she said, then repeated the process once he'd offered his hand. When she could touch the ring, off it came from the stick. She examined it briefly, looking throughly pleased with herself, and then wrapped her arms around Peter again. This time the ring was held in front of him.

"I'm done, open your eyes." She counted to five, and then explained. "I have my bracelet, you should have something too. And it's also for luck. Everyone needs it – sometimes you need it a little more." She canted her head and grinned at everything and nothing all at once, as she was no longer holding the ring. He was. "Luck 'o the Irish." The affected, though realistic, accent was dropped as she continued. "Nothing luckier for you than a four leaf clover from Ireland."

Peter turned in her arms slowly. "One thing." The rest was said against her skin as he dropped his head to the spot where neck met shoulder, Sarah able to feel the smile of his that she couldn't see. "There's one thing luckier."