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Fic: The moment just passes you by

Title: The moment just passes you by.
Rating:  PG-13
Pairings: Peter/Claire
Word Count: 962.
A/N: Written for the "Breathe" challenge at pairechallenge</lj> .
Mentions of S1 (this somehow fits in 5YG) and S2 finale.
The title is a quote from one of my favourites movies, ever.
Summary: 5 times Claire should have said I love you and the one she did.


Founding him in a jail cell was a surprise, sitting alone under the bright lights he looks more like a breathing corpse than the man who she owes her life.


There he is, Peter, her superman with a normal human name, who stares at her with a devotion she has only seen in her parent’s eyes. It makes her feel special, worthy of being saved.


It all ends quickly, and she doesn’t have the words or time to thank him.


She wanted to say: I love you without sounding like a school girl with a crush, instead she attempts to look interesting and more mature designating him her own knight in shinning armor: You’re totally my hero.



- - - - - - - -



In this story, she’s not the savior, far from it.


Honestly she tried all she could; she was on the right place at the right time and even manages to hold a gun without shaking, too much.


Peter may be going to become a nuclear bomb and vanish half of the city, but Claire has to draw the line somewhere and there is shooting to death the one she loves.


She wants to shout it to the top of her lungs: I love you! But it’s all lost between Nathan’s final act of heroism and watching both brothers fly into the darkness of the New York sky.


Feels like hours when her knees give up and the tears arrive, he is the light in her existence and she just saw it burning bright.


She forgot how to breathe.


- - - - - - - -



The gunshot that hums through her ears is not loud enough to overpass the scream of his name in her mind: Peter.


She’s in California one moment and many blurry hours later she’s standing in a corridor of Odessa’s hospital inquiring for the victims of a shooting. Turning right on that corner, running to the end of the hallway, and that’s it.    


He’s more than the image on a TV or a constant sight in her dreams, Peter is leaning into a wall with his arms crossed over his chest. She takes an instant to relearn his features before their gazes connect.  


And she’s finally breathing again, breathing his distinctive scent that makes her body quiver and sobs choke in her throat.


Her adoration is written in her tearful eyes while he places a gentle kiss in her forehead.


Don’t leave me again, she murmurs.


He promises he won’t.


- - - - - - - -



He is the one who said goodbye.


It’s a busy train station in NY, and she already feels someone stole her life away without asking. Her blonde tresses cut and dyed, her whole existence is a bunch of papers hidden in her bag. They gave her another name a different identity to keep her safe; she pretends it’s for the best, this never ending lie.   


Claire buries herself in his chest, wiping her tears on the leather of his jacket, cursing whatever deity that rules destinies and carved this for them.   


Sweetheart, you have to go. His tone is pleading.


Claire, you’re my weakness, he projects into her mind.


As she dissapears into the crowd, she shouts: You got something right, I’m yours.



- - - - - - - -



The bells jingle on the dinner’s door while she’s wiping the counter.

We’re closed! She yells without lifting her dark head from her task, she’ll go home as soon as she finishes cleaning. 


All of a sudden he’s crushing her, almost breaking her ribs in the process, and nothing else exists but her confusion and his pain.


I can’t fix it, I tried and tried, I just can’t. It’s all she can understand between his ragged breathing and angry hot tears. Peter is her hero, and he comes to her to mend what’s left of his shattered soul, she can’t fail him.


Cradling his broken body like a child, she kisses every tear away, taking her time, one by one.


It’s gonna be ok, I’m here, it’s going to be ok, she repeats like a prayer.


And he believes her.


- - - - - - - -



He was the most wanted criminal in the country, that didn’t mean he was hard to find, if you know where to look, and she knows him more than anyone.


This day it’s her prize she repeats to herself to give her confidence; she earned it somehow, a time stolen in their benefit.


They don’t talk; the atmosphere is electric, she closes the distance between the door and his arms in 3 steps finding no confusion in his golden irises. 


He kisses her senseless, until she’s gasping for air and burning for his touch. It’s everything and nothing like she imagined, there’s no shyness or doubt in their movements, they fit like the two halves of the whole they are.


She tastes every inch of his body amazed of the softness of his skin compared with the power beneath his muscles. He licks and bites her neck in her most sensitive spot, and she swears nothing’s ever felt this right.  


Morning comes and Peter’s sleeping form adorns the bed they shared, a lazy smile in his face, that’s the last thing she’ll take from him, a memory.  


And she does what she came to do, before walking away, a whisper in his ear: I love you.


Her hearts breaks a little bit more with every step that separates her from him, by his threshold there’s too much pieces and she wonders if she will have the strength to sew them back.


She’ll say yes to Andy and never look back, she loves Peter that much.




Aug. 30th, 2008 04:30 am (UTC)
Oh my gosh... that was so sad that I actually have tears stinging in the corners of my eyes. :'( I think the last line really did me in.

There was so much emotion in this and I loved it. <3 Great job.
Aug. 30th, 2008 05:07 am (UTC)
Wow... I think this is the 1st time someone reacts like that to my writing, I feel quite honored.

I'm glad you liked the last line, as always I started from there. That sentence still feels like a punch to the gut to me.

Thank you so much for reading and commenting! *hugs*

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