Claire threw herself into her studies.

She graduated at the top of her class, and pretended to not be hurt that Peter wasn't there.

"He sends his congratulations, but he just couldn't get away." Claire smiled a little too brightly at the lame excuse Nathan gave her, and blinked back her tears as she was pulled into yet another picture.

She applied to Johns Hopkins Medical School in Baltimore, and was accepted.

She just shrugged when Sandra asked her why she'd never told them she wanted to be a nurse.

It was while attending medical school that she met Daniel Ward.

He was one of her teachers, six years older, and a renowned doctor.

When he felt her up on their third date, she lied and told him that she was saving herself for marriage.

He told her he respected that.

Secretly, she couldn't stomach the thought of making love to anyone other than Peter.

He fell for her, fast and hard. She pretended she felt the same way.

She was visiting Nathan and Heidi for the weekend, and while out shopping, she tripped and fell.

A strong pair of arms kept her from hitting the ground, and when she turned to thank her rescuer, her stomach dropped.

They made awkward small-talk over coffee.

He smiled that crooked smile of his, and looked at her funny when she told him that she was two years away from being a nurse.

"You weren't at my graduation. I was really hurt."

Peter sighed, scratching the back of his head. "I…I couldn't get away."

She nodded, looking down into her milky brown coffee.

Daniel called her halfway through their second cup, and she silenced the phone without an explanation to Peter.

But he was too smart.

"You have a boyfriend?"

She nodded, not meeting his gaze. "Daniel. He's a doctor."

Peter nodded slowly, staring intently into his coffee. "Does he know about your ability?"

"No. He wouldn't believe me if I swore on a Bible, I'm sure of it. It's kind of a hard thing to tell someone, you know?"

He nodded.

Claire bit her lip. "What about you?"

He shook his head. "Nah. I date, but nothing serious. Not since…" He stopped, and cleared his throat.

He glanced down at his watch. "Listen, I gotta get going."

He pulled out his wallet, dropping enough money to cover their bill onto the table.

He stood, and Claire followed suit. She was unsure of how to say goodbye.

A hug? A handshake? A kiss on the cheek?

Peter leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek, and she deliberately turned her head.

Their lips met, and oh God, it felt like heaven.

Peter brought his hands up to cup her face, and she tangled her fingers in his hair.

The sounds of the bustling diner faded into oblivion as their lips moved against eachother's, and tongues battled for dominance.

Almost four years, and the spark was still there.

Claire scoffed at that thought as it danced through her head.

Spark? More like a bonfire.

Suddenly, Peter pulled away.

His eyes darted around quickly, and he stepped back.

He ran out the door, leaving Claire standing in the middle of the diner, lips still tingling, the feeling of his hands on her burned into her skin.

She sank into the booth once more, and put her head in her hands.

Daniel proposed three weeks later.

She said no.

He called her immature and unstable.

She told him not to let the door hit him on the ass on his way out.

As the door closed, she wept quietly, aching to be loved the way Peter had loved her.

Another year went by, and she had a new boyfriend.

Joseph was sweet, and two years younger than she was.

A month into their relationship, she got drunk, and they had sex.

She wept when the pregnancy test came back positive.

She didn't know who else to call, but couldn't believe it when he actually showed up.

He sat quietly beside her in the waiting room, and listened patiently as the doctor explained the abortion process.

She begged him not to leave her, and so he held her hand as the doctor performed the procedure.

Afterwards, he drove her back to her apartment, and carried her to her bed.

He held her as she wept, and then pulled the covers over her when she fell asleep.

When she awoke a few hours later, there was a note on her nightstand.

I'm always here.


She had a huge fight with Joseph, and they broke up. She didn't even shed a tear.
She graduated medical school, and was shocked to see Peter in the auditorium, sitting with the rest of her family.

Afterwards, Nathan and Heidi threw her a party at a fancy hotel, and once again, he was there. Laughing and smiling, chatting with her dad and Nathan.

When he caught her eye, he smiled softly.

As the guests danced at the party, he pulled her onto an outside balcony. "I'm proud of you, Claire."

She smiled softly, looking down at her hands.

She studied him as he leaned against the railing. "You don't look a day over twenty-five, Peter."

He nodded. "A gift I picked up from someone along the way."

She nodded. "You're still working with Mohinder?"

Peter nodded again. "It's rewarding work, really."

She reached out a hand, tousling his hair so that his bangs would fall in his face. "Are you happy, Peter?"

He smiled as he looked out over the swimming pool of the hotel. "That's a loaded question, Claire."

She chewed her lip. "I tried to be. I had six boyfriends, although only two of them were serious relationships. I turned down a proposal. I went to medical school. But nothing changed, Peter. I still only wanted you."

He swallowed thickly, and opened his mouth to say something.

"There you two are!" Sandra's bubbly voice interrupted their conversation.

"Claire honey, Heidi asked me to come find you. They're ready to cut the cake."

Claire smiled weakly. "Be right there, Mom."

Peter sighed. "I should go."

Claire shook her head. "Don't. Please. As soon as I cut the cake, I'm going home. I want you to come with me."

Peter's eyes widened. "Claire…"

She shook her head. "Please, Peter..." Her voice was pleading as she caressed his cheek lightly.

With that, she went to cut the cake, her heels clicking on the polished wooden floors of the hotel.

She cut the cake, smiled for a dozen more pictures, and said goodnight to everyone.

Her heart leapt as she saw Peter standing by the door, waiting for her.

They went back to her apartment, and Claire told him he could wait in the living room, she needed to get out of her dress.

When she emerged from her room a few moments later, Peter was perched on a chair next to the window overlooking downtown Baltimore.

She walked up behind him, and placed a hand gently on his shoulder. "What is it with you and windows, anyway?"

He chuckled. "I like seeing the world, I guess."

Claire fiddled with the hem of her t-shirt. "Peter, I need to know how you feel. We've been running from eachother for so many years. My feet are tired."

He smiled slightly. "I'm sorry, Claire. I'm sorry for cutting myself out of your life the way I did. I still…"

He sighed. "I still love you."

She felt like jumping for joy. At that moment, she'd never wanted anything as badly as she wanted him to kiss her.

As if he was reading her thoughts (or maybe he was), he stood up, and kissed her.

It was as if the floodgates were opened, and suddenly, hands were everywhere, clothes were being tossed anywhere and everywhere.

Claire wept tears of joy as he slid inside of her, and he kissed the salty trails her tears left on her face. She was whole again.

Claire joined Peter and Mohinder in finding and helping people with abilities.

Mohinder was glad to have another team member, and pretended not to notice the furtive glances, inappropriate touching, and the fact that Peter and Claire shared a hotel room.

It wasn't his business.

They found out on Peter's birthday.

They grinned at eachother when the pregnancy test was positive, and Peter pulled out the drawing he had made so many years ago.

The drawing of he and Claire with their baby.

They told Mohinder that they wanted to pursue other opportunities, and they parted ways with the kindly professor.

Anna was born eight months and three days later.

She was perfect, and showed no sign of disability or deformation.

They didn't tell their families.

When Anna was three years old, she was playing with one of her dolls one day, when she suddenly began hovering above the floor.

Claire looked on in amazement as her daughter floated in midair, looking very bewildered.

Peter chuckled when Claire told him what had happened.

"Some family."

So lovely readers, that's it! Forgive me for not writing a longer story, but I hope you enjoyed it.

Look for my new fic next weekend!

I'd still love to hear what you thought of the ending. I know it was a bit more fluffy then my last fic.

Thanks for all the love, my wonderful readers.