Taboo - Chapter 1
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G through L › Heroes
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,444
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Taboo
Time frame: Pre-“Five Years Gone.” I think I made it one year before that episode takes place.
A/N: Special thanks to summer_cities for beta’ing this story for me. Your feedback and edits were just awesome!
She wasn’t supposed to see him. Claire had moved around so much with her dad in the past four years since the Linderman Act was made law; no one was supposed to know who she was and even her family wasn’t supposed to know that she was still alive. But Peter still found her regardless.
This time, her name was Lily and she was living in Las Vegas, Nevada, working in a strip club as a seating hostess/waitress.
The first time that she saw Peter again, he didn’t say anything to her. He didn’t even approach her; he just sat in the corner of the club, watching her as she worked the tables, taking orders and going to the bar, picking up drinks and food. Sometimes, the men she waited on tried to flirt with her but Claire always held her own with them.
He would sit there alone in the booth, watching her make her rounds. Sometimes, Claire would look up and lock eyes with his for a moment before going about her business. During one of her rounds, Claire caught one of the girls flaunting herself in front of Peter. Claire was friends with many of the strippers but, after watching one of them with Peter, she hated them for being such pariahs.
Lucky for her, Peter paid the girl no attention and soon, she got tired and left him. Claire smiled over at him before he stood up and quietly left. She frowned suddenly, disappointed to see him leave but quickly put on a smile for the customers around her.
~~
It was late when Peter returned to the Lost Souls Club. The bar was closed down and even though all the dancing girls had gone home long ago, some patrons still stuck around. Peter found Niki in her dressing room, reading a magazine. She looked casually up at him, flipping to the next page as he sat down. She didn't say anything for a moment and then tossed the magazine aside, coming over to him, sitting on his lap and kissing him.
Peter looked the other way, pulling back.
"What is it?"
He didn't say anything, and Niki stood up angrily.
"You know I waited for you for five hours," she shouted, "And then you come here and push me away...I don't even know why I put an effort into this relationship when your mind is obviously somewhere else."
Peter glared up at her, standing up to leave but stopped. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I didn't mean to be that way."
She shrugged, crying. "You always are Peter that’s the problem," she mused, "And I can never figure out why...it's like you'd rather be anywhere else but here with me."
He sighed, taking her arm and turning her to look at him. "It isn't that I don't love you," he started and she rolled her eyes, "It's just..."
"Just what?" she questioned, "What's changed?"
"I found her," he said quietly, looking into her eyes.
Niki shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks as she stared at him. "No, it's not possible." she cried. "Claire died...Noah, he,"
"She's alive, Niki," he continued, "And living here in Las Vegas. She's working at a strip club downtown as a waitress/seating hostess. Claire's alive."
She choked back another cry, pulling away from him and sitting down at her dresser. "So, what are you going to do?" she questioned.
Peter sighed. "I don't know," he mused, "But I'm going back to see her tomorrow."
"And then what?"
He didn't say anything.
"All these years you've been searching for her," she started.
"Because she's my niece," he retorted.
Niki shook her head, staring at him. "No, it's more than that," she continued as he looked curiously at her. "I never wanted to see the connection between you two but it's always been there, hasn't it? My God, I don't know how I could not have seen it before...you're in love with her."
Peter shook his head. "You don't know what you're talking about, Niki." he mused. "I've been searching for her because I wanted to make sure that Sylar never got her power."
"Sylar's dead and has been for the past four years. Everyone knows that," she retorted, glaring at him. “You’re going back tomorrow, aren’t you, so you can…”
“Stop it!” he shouted, grabbing her by the neck, forcing her against the dresser. “You don’t know anything about me and Claire.”
“I know everything that I need to know,” she retorted, “Can’t say that I’m surprised though that you want to fuck your brother’s daughter!”
“I said that’s enough,” he hissed, letting her go, storming out.
Niki felt around her neck, glaring after him. “When are you coming back?!” she cried.
“I don’t know!” he shouted back.
~~
Niki was right.
Peter would have never admitted it aloud but he was in love with Claire and had been for the past four years.
She was the secret desire in the back of his mind, the one thing that kept him alive and seeing her for the first time since…made his pulse race and his body ache to touch her, to know that she was alive and not just a vision.
He loved her but Niki was wrong about why. She could have been a random stranger and he still would have loved her; she was a stranger but he knew that he needed to save her. She was important to saving the world and that made her important to him. She was the only one who believed in him, made him feel like he was destined for something greater – that maybe he could save the world.
He saved the cheerleader but couldn’t save the world. All these years, Niki still didn’t know the truth about what happened that day but God, if she ever found out, she would leave him a heartbeat and he wouldn’t blame her. Their lives were already turned upside because of what happened; his had been for a long time because of Claire.
But Peter didn’t care anymore. He planned on going back tomorrow to see her again and what would happen after that, he didn’t know but he did know that there was no way he could walk away from her.
Peter sighed, reaching into his pocket, removing a crumpled picture and smiled, tracing his fingers over her tanned skin. She was so young, smiling and carefree, golden curls falling along her back. He closed his eyes, imagining running his fingers through her hair.
He was a sick fuck after all but Peter didn’t give a damn anymore.
tbc
A/N: Special thanks to summer_cities for beta’ing this story for me. Your feedback and edits were just awesome!
She wasn’t supposed to see him. Claire had moved around so much with her dad in the past four years since the Linderman Act was made law; no one was supposed to know who she was and even her family wasn’t supposed to know that she was still alive. But Peter still found her regardless.
This time, her name was Lily and she was living in Las Vegas, Nevada, working in a strip club as a seating hostess/waitress.
The first time that she saw Peter again, he didn’t say anything to her. He didn’t even approach her; he just sat in the corner of the club, watching her as she worked the tables, taking orders and going to the bar, picking up drinks and food. Sometimes, the men she waited on tried to flirt with her but Claire always held her own with them.
He would sit there alone in the booth, watching her make her rounds. Sometimes, Claire would look up and lock eyes with his for a moment before going about her business. During one of her rounds, Claire caught one of the girls flaunting herself in front of Peter. Claire was friends with many of the strippers but, after watching one of them with Peter, she hated them for being such pariahs.
Lucky for her, Peter paid the girl no attention and soon, she got tired and left him. Claire smiled over at him before he stood up and quietly left. She frowned suddenly, disappointed to see him leave but quickly put on a smile for the customers around her.
~~
It was late when Peter returned to the Lost Souls Club. The bar was closed down and even though all the dancing girls had gone home long ago, some patrons still stuck around. Peter found Niki in her dressing room, reading a magazine. She looked casually up at him, flipping to the next page as he sat down. She didn't say anything for a moment and then tossed the magazine aside, coming over to him, sitting on his lap and kissing him.
Peter looked the other way, pulling back.
"What is it?"
He didn't say anything, and Niki stood up angrily.
"You know I waited for you for five hours," she shouted, "And then you come here and push me away...I don't even know why I put an effort into this relationship when your mind is obviously somewhere else."
Peter glared up at her, standing up to leave but stopped. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I didn't mean to be that way."
She shrugged, crying. "You always are Peter that’s the problem," she mused, "And I can never figure out why...it's like you'd rather be anywhere else but here with me."
He sighed, taking her arm and turning her to look at him. "It isn't that I don't love you," he started and she rolled her eyes, "It's just..."
"Just what?" she questioned, "What's changed?"
"I found her," he said quietly, looking into her eyes.
Niki shook her head, tears rolling down her cheeks as she stared at him. "No, it's not possible." she cried. "Claire died...Noah, he,"
"She's alive, Niki," he continued, "And living here in Las Vegas. She's working at a strip club downtown as a waitress/seating hostess. Claire's alive."
She choked back another cry, pulling away from him and sitting down at her dresser. "So, what are you going to do?" she questioned.
Peter sighed. "I don't know," he mused, "But I'm going back to see her tomorrow."
"And then what?"
He didn't say anything.
"All these years you've been searching for her," she started.
"Because she's my niece," he retorted.
Niki shook her head, staring at him. "No, it's more than that," she continued as he looked curiously at her. "I never wanted to see the connection between you two but it's always been there, hasn't it? My God, I don't know how I could not have seen it before...you're in love with her."
Peter shook his head. "You don't know what you're talking about, Niki." he mused. "I've been searching for her because I wanted to make sure that Sylar never got her power."
"Sylar's dead and has been for the past four years. Everyone knows that," she retorted, glaring at him. “You’re going back tomorrow, aren’t you, so you can…”
“Stop it!” he shouted, grabbing her by the neck, forcing her against the dresser. “You don’t know anything about me and Claire.”
“I know everything that I need to know,” she retorted, “Can’t say that I’m surprised though that you want to fuck your brother’s daughter!”
“I said that’s enough,” he hissed, letting her go, storming out.
Niki felt around her neck, glaring after him. “When are you coming back?!” she cried.
“I don’t know!” he shouted back.
~~
Niki was right.
Peter would have never admitted it aloud but he was in love with Claire and had been for the past four years.
She was the secret desire in the back of his mind, the one thing that kept him alive and seeing her for the first time since…made his pulse race and his body ache to touch her, to know that she was alive and not just a vision.
He loved her but Niki was wrong about why. She could have been a random stranger and he still would have loved her; she was a stranger but he knew that he needed to save her. She was important to saving the world and that made her important to him. She was the only one who believed in him, made him feel like he was destined for something greater – that maybe he could save the world.
He saved the cheerleader but couldn’t save the world. All these years, Niki still didn’t know the truth about what happened that day but God, if she ever found out, she would leave him a heartbeat and he wouldn’t blame her. Their lives were already turned upside because of what happened; his had been for a long time because of Claire.
But Peter didn’t care anymore. He planned on going back tomorrow to see her again and what would happen after that, he didn’t know but he did know that there was no way he could walk away from her.
Peter sighed, reaching into his pocket, removing a crumpled picture and smiled, tracing his fingers over her tanned skin. She was so young, smiling and carefree, golden curls falling along her back. He closed his eyes, imagining running his fingers through her hair.
He was a sick fuck after all but Peter didn’t give a damn anymore.
tbc