My Cheerleader, My World

by Viv

Summary: "My name is Claire Bennet, and I am here to save the world."

Characters: Peter/Claire (only friendship at this stage)

Spoilers: Up to 1.11 Fallout. Also attempts to incorporate some spoilers for upcoming episodes.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, just borrowing. All NBC's and Tim Kring's. Please don't sue!

Author's Notes: This is my first Heroes fanfic, although I have written extensively in other fandoms. Hope it pleases!

Feedback always welcomed and craved.

"Prologue"

My name is Claire Bennet, and I am here to save the world.

That may sound a little melodramatic, but given that I am not typically melodramatic (nor narcissistic I hope) that statement holds some water. Someone was told once, to save "the cheerleader, save the world."

That was the beginning of our journey. I have met so many of Us along the way. Ordinary people gifted with extraordinary abilities, forced into doing extraordinary things. Heroic things. And sometimes suffering unfairly for it along the way.

I have been luckier than most. After all, I'm alive aren't I? Everyone one of Us has suffered for our abilities. By necessity and for survival we have formed a loose association of sorts, coming together as often as necessary to uphold our responsibility with the powers gifted to us. As a wise man from a comic book once said, with great power comes great responsibility.

I took a while learning that one, accessing my inner geek in the process. And while I know now it came straight out of the pages of another superhero's mantra, I learnt that one from my best friend. My perfect other.

He joked once that I was his cheerleader, on account of having saved me that first time, such a long time ago now. He says it now as a term of endearment, a crazy little in joke we have to the exclusion of the world. It is meant half in jest and half in earnestness, a little something to remind both of us of how we came to be. It's his way of reminding me that although so many bad things have happened to both of us, there's still hope because we are still here. Us. Because that is the kind of person Peter Petrelli is.

If only he knew. I am saying this in all earnestness now within the confines of my own mind, because that is the kind of person I have become, because of him.

I am his cheerleader, but he is my world.