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I'm Your Angel (1/1) - Prompt 7 "Death"

Title: I’m your Angel
Author: lifeisnotragedy
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: If I owned Heroes – Peter & Claire would be together and I’d be rich. So obviously none of this is mine.
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Claire
Table/Prompt: Table #6, Prompt 7 “Death”
Word Count: 688 words
Summary: If only that had been the end of our story…I’d like to think she would have somehow finally got over me. But it wasn’t. She was like a magnet – keeping my spirit close to her at all times. When I wasn’t with her I lived in darkness, when I was with her she was the one in darkness.
Table: FIND HERE
Author's Notes: I got the idea not from the prompt but from an Afrikaans song sung by Nicholis Louw so kudos for him. (Though he knows I can’t stand him). Peter’s POV. I actually hate this, but wanted to post it anyway. It sucks. Unbetad. Both banners done by me.



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She walks with an almost dead like movement around the small town of Odessa, Texas. Her eyes are always filled with tears, some that she sheds freely, others she holds back so that no-one can see the hurt. There’s always an unmistakable coldness in and around her – a coldness that follows her everywhere. Her life consists of working because it’s the only thing that keeps her mind from wandering on the past.

It’s the only thing that helps Claire Bennet forget about me – if only for a while.

We saved the world together – twice. Once from the evil maniac Sylar and later from Adam and his virus. Together we faced not so cosure feelings for each other, feelings that fandoms around the world would kil for, and a love so strong that even blood had no power over. She was the one that was with me when my mother finally told me about the truth of my heritage.

Adam – psycho Adam – was my father.

(My mother would forever remain a mystery because Hiro had rid us of Adam.)

We could be together and yet my heart still broke at the loss of the family I had grown up with. Claire stayed with me for a whole year in which I came to terms with everything and left my – the Petrelli house. It was seemingly the hardest thing I ever had to do and still she was with me every single step of the way. It didn’t take us long to react on our long harbored feelings.

But, as our world worked, the happiness was short lived.

I was helping Mohinder Suresh find some sort of cure for our powers, because there were people out there that truly needed it, when the crash happened. The impact of the car didn’t even concern me as I left my body. All that I felt was Claire – in and around me.

If only that had been the end of our story…I’d like to think she would have somehow finally got over me. But it wasn’t. She was like a magnet – keeping my spirit close to her at all times. When I wasn’t with her I lived in darkness, when I was with her she was the one in darkness.

So we lived for a while until the first time she came close to dying.

* * *

A stream of blood flowed onto the porcelain sink and into the drain as Mohinder’s cure strained her powers. Claire smiled, knowing that this time it would work – she’d finally be free. I stood behind her with a frown, looking at her reflection in the mirror above her. Of course, my own face didn’t stare back at me.

Her body started to limp when she finally looked up, the razors falling to her side as her mouth fell open in shock. She turned around, finding nothing, and then returned to the shocking feature in her mirror.

My own reflection stared back at us and I knew she was dying – for the first time in her life – truly dying. And I knew I didn’t have a lot of time.

“Princess,” I whispered, noticing her tears. “I never left you; for the rest of eternity I’ll be connected to you. But don’t do this Claire – don’t die just to be with me. We’ll be together for the rest of eternity so please Princess, do this for me. Live for me.”

Claire cried into her hand as her other one went up to touch my reflection in the mirror. “Oh Peter,” she started and I could see my reflection wavering as the cure started to lose its affect.

“I’m your angel.” I gave a heartfelt sigh and leaned forward, placing a kiss on her head.

When I pulled away, my reflection was gone and her cuts had healed.

* * *

She mourns for me less and less everyday. At times, when she feels my spirit close to her, she’ll speak into the darkness and I hear every word. There’s no expectations for me to respond, but I know she’ll never stop hoping for it.

Neither will I.

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Comments

You hate this!? Guh! I LOVE this! It's so refreshing to read something where they don't get the happy ending. I love the way you wrote the bathroom scene. You didn't draw it out unecessarily so it was the perfect length. Made me cry, and I actually like it when people do that lol.

Nice work. If you ever say you hate ANY of your works again, then we are going to have a LONG conversation! ;)
PS - Those banners look especially fine and I think the first one is probably what told me I was going to cry by the time I'd finised this.
Haha wow thanks! I made you cry? Awww... I really sometimes do hate my works and most of them end up being deleted. I haven't written anything in months so I'm hoping I can start again soon! But thanks!