Peter Petrelli needs to change the future (unknownassassin) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-01-09 03:57:00 |
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WHO: Future!Peter Petrelli and Claire Bennet
WHEN: After this and this, Tuesday evening
WHERE: Claire's apartment
WHAT: Peter's reunited with the Claire he's missed for the last four years
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress | Closed
Peter didn't know if this was a good idea or not but he just couldn't resist going to see Claire if there was even the smallest chance that she was the vibrant, big-hearted girl he remember from before his Dad got his claws into her. He'd missed her, so much, even though they'd never been able to spend that much time together before it all went to shit. It had been so hard to see the hatred she'd developed for him in his own time. It was so hard to believe, even now, that she'd really killed him. But he remembered feeling the bullets go in through his chest. At first he'd thought she'd just been trying to take him down, capture him maybe, but then, as he'd fallen, he'd caught sight of the Haitian and he'd known that she'd been shooting to kill. If anything, the pain of knowing that had hurt more than the bullets that were killing him. Had she really been so brainwashed by Pinehurst, before he'd blown it up, that she hadn't been able to see that his intentions had always been honorable?
Peter took a deep breath. He was hanging around in the corridor outside the apartment number Claire had given him, trying to work up the nerve to knock. He knew he was being riduculous but he was surprised to find that his cool, which he'd worked hard to learn to build up over the years, had temporarily deserted him. This wasn't the Claire he knew. She didn't want to hurt him. He wouldn't have to see that look in her eyes here. He might never have to see that look again if what Claire had said was true and he really had managed to change the future.
Steeling himself, telling himself to stop being such a pussy, Peter raised his balled fist and knocked, loudly and steadily, on Claire's door. His body was tense, his abilities to hand if he needed them, but he wanted to believe that he wouldn't. Maybe he hadn't lost all his faith in people after all.