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25 September 2007 @ 12:21 am
Heroes: Here Without You (Peter/Claire)  
Title: Here Without You
Author: Jane S./phoenix39
Rating: PG-13, just because.
Word Count: 973
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR “FOUR MONTHS LATER.”
Pairing: Peter/fantasy!Claire
Summary: Peter wakes up chained in a storage unit with no memory, except for a beautiful face.
Disclaimer: If I owned Heroes, do you think “Distractions” would have ended like that?
Author’s Note: Written for heroes50. Prompt 4 - search.
Crossposted: phoenix39, esse_an_mente, heroes50, heroes_fic, paire_love, heroes_peter, heroes_claire.

“I’m here without you, baby,
but you’re still on my lonely mind.
I think about you, baby,
and I dream about you all the time.”


Cold. That was all he felt. Blistering cold. He opened his eyes for the first time in life, like an infant being born. He had no memory of who he was or how he got to where he was sitting. He didn’t know anything. He tried to take in his surroundings, but it was dark. Too dark. Pitch black.

He blinked a few times in an attempt to adjust his eyes. It seemed as though he was in an empty shed. What town? What country? He didn’t know.

He tried using his hands to prop himself up to standing position, but he then realized that his arm was shackled to the wall behind him. Fear finally took over. Who brought him here? Why was it so vitally important that he remained there? And why couldn’t he remember anything?

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He tried to think. Think of anything. Try to remember. Anything.

What did I get on my tenth birthday? he asked himself. Do I have any siblings? What’s my favorite movie? How old am I?

He couldn’t answer any one of his own questions. He let out a grunt as he banged his head against the metal wall behind him.

He was so cold. He was sitting on concrete and leaning against metal. Definitely a shed, he was sitting in. And it was obviously winter.

He sighed as goosebumps sprouted on his arms. He had no shirt and no shoes. All he was wearing was pants and a necklace. He examined the necklace with apprehension. What did it mean? An ‘S’ with three lines protruding from it.

He thought he was going to freeze to death. He was going to get sick, for sure. He tried asking himself more questions to distract himself from chill.

Are my parents still alive? Is there anyone who misses me? What am I involved with that has me linked to a wall?

He blinked a few more times and started seeing shapes in the darkness. A face. A girl. She was beautiful. As she walked closer to him, she became more in focus. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail and draped over her shoulder. A sad smile covered her face as she looked at him.

“You’re not real,” he mumbled to the apparition.

He blinked again and she disappeared.

He wondered who the girl was. Was she an angel? A ghost? Someone from his nonexistent past? All he knew for sure was that he and this girl shared a closeness. What that closeness was, he has no idea.

He wondered if she missed him. Maybe she was the reason why he was there. Maybe she was looking for him. Maybe she thinks he’s dead.

He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

He was growing weaker as time went on. He was probably in this cold prison for days. No one has come to fetch him. He longed for a warm bed, hot food, a fuzzy sweater, and the girl who filled his dreams.

He created a history of the girl. He had no idea if it was real or not, but it was something to occupy his time with. Her name was Sandra. They were high school lovers, but went to different colleges and decided to go their separate ways. Everyday while he was studying to become an engineer, he always thought of Sandra and what their life could have been. His questions were answered when they spontaneously ran into each other at the grocery store. They decided to give it another chance and this time, he did not let her go.

But he did.

He didn’t know if Sandra was still alive, or if that was even her name. Fact was, they were no longer together for one reason or another. Again, he wondered if she missed him or was happy that he was gone.

As more time passed, he grew weaker. Sandra’s apparition was the only thing that kept him going.

Loud pounding sounds woke him from his blissful sleep. It was raining. The constant beat of the rain hitting the exterior of the shed was deafening.

He sunk lower as his stomach rumbled violently. Food. He needed food. Soon. He was too weak to move.

Sandra would have taken care of him. If she were there, she’d feed him and make sure he was warm and comfortable.

He drifted off into another dream.

His eyes shot open at a pounding on the door. It was different from the rain. It was louder and heavier. Like a person.

Thank God. Someone has finally come.

He heard the door of the shed open and saw a faint light enter. It was blinding. How long as it been since he’s seen light shine?

Rescue was finally there.

Or was it?

After a couple of seconds, he realized that the men who found him were angry at something. Angry at him?

“Oy,” the leader of the small group shouted. He looked over his shoulder at the man who shouted. “Where are the iPods?”

He had no idea what was going on. Who were these men? He’s heard the word ‘iPod’ before in his past, but he couldn’t remember what it meant.

One of the men walked toward him and he extended his hand in attempt to push him away when needed, but he didn’t have to. A bright blue ball of energy emitted from his hand and hit the man in the chest.

He looked at his hand in shock. What was he? What was he fully capable of?

“Who are you?” the leader demanded.

“I don’t know,” he said sternly.

He didn’t know if these men were friends or foes, but they were his only hope of ever getting out of this shed and seeing Sandra again.
 
 
Mood: ecstaticecstatic
Music: Time Is Running Out - Muse
 
 
 
C: Peter Claire saving each othercomiskey on September 27th, 2007 04:31 am (UTC)
Not a problem! It was a great fic and deserved squee-worthy feedback ;)