May be different but remember
Winters warm there you and I
Kissing whiskey by the fire
With the snow outside
And when the summer comes...
The river swims at midnight shiver cold
Touch the bottom, you and I
With muddy toes

Stay or leave
I want you not to go
but you should
It was good as good, goes
Stay or leave
I want you not to go
but you did

Wake up naked drinking coffee
Making plans to change the world
While the world is changing us
It was good good love
You used to laugh under the covers
Maybe not so often now
The way I used to laugh with you
Was loud and hard

Stay or leave
I want you not to go
but you should
It was good as good goes
Stay or leave
I want you not to go
but you did

So what to do
with the rest of the days afternoon
Hey, isn't it strange how we change everything we did
Did I do all that I should?
or that I coulda done

Remember we used to dance
And everyone wanted to be you and me
I want to be too
what day is this?
besides the day you left me
what day is this?
besides the day you went
So what to do with the rest of the days afternoon
Hey, isn't it strange how we change everything we did
Did I do all that I could?

Remember we used to dance
And everyone wanted to be you and me
I want to be too
what day is this?
besides the day you left me
what day is this?

Peter teleported them to Ryan's room, where Nathan sat beside his grandson's bed.

West clamped a hand over his mouth when he saw his son. "Oh, God!"

Nathan rose to greet West, and Peter backed out of the room.

He walked back to his family in the waiting room.

Heidi sipped a cup of coffee, and Simon and Monty sat quietly in the corner.

Peter could hardly believe they were almost eleven years old.

As he approached, Heidi looked up wearily. "Did you find West?"

Peter nodded. "He's with Ryan now."

She sighed heavily. "Someone should let Claire know."

He looked around the crowded waiting room. "Where is she?"

Heidi pointed to a hallway. "The cafeteria. It's down that way."

"I'll get her."

He found her asleep in a chair in the cafeteria, her head drooping to her shoulder.

He stopped to look at her, his heart constricting painfully.

She was so different from the girl he had saved in Odessa all those years ago.

Oh, she was beautiful, that hadn't changed.

But the world had gotten to her, made her cynical and untrusting.

Or maybe he himself had done that.

He hated himself for not being able to stay away.

For not being able to resist that sad little smile, or her open, loving heart.

He had shattered her unfailing trust in him when he left the second time, he knew.

And it broke his heart.

He approached her quietly, and lifted her into his arms.

So tired from the days spent at her son's bedside, she didn't even stir.

Her face rested against his chest gently—over his heart.

He carried her out to the waiting room, receiving curious stares from the people around them.

As he sat down across from Heidi, he gently cradled the love of his life to his chest.

Heidi smiled slightly. "She missed you, Peter."

He nodded. "I know. I missed her too, Heidi."

Across the room, Simon and Monty were standing in front of a diagram of the birth process, pointing and snickering.

Heidi rolled her eyes.

"I'm going to take the Wonder Twins home to get some rest, we've been here all night. Tell Nathan to call if there's any news?"

Peter nodded, and she herded the boys out the door.

Peter sat there with Claire in his arms for almost two hours before she awakened.

But when she did, her reaction was immediate.

Her eyes flashed with anger, and she wriggled free of his arms, standing up shakily.

"What happened?"

"You were exhausted. You fell asleep in the cafeteria, and I carried you here."

She straightened her clothes. "I have to get back to Ryan."

Peter shook his head. "I found West, and he's with him now. Don't worry."

An incredulous look spread across Claire's face.

"Don't worry? For God's sake, Peter. My only child, my flesh and blood is in a hospital room with hundreds of tubes hooked up to him. He's dying, there's nothing anyone can do for him, and you're telling me not to worry? You have no clue…"

Peter held up his hands. "You're right, I don't. I'm sorry, that was the wrong thing to say."

She turned her back to him, and when she turned to face him again, her angry expression had returned.

"You can go now. Back to Mohinder and your work…I know how important those things are to you."

Peter pressed his lips into a thin line. "Ryan is more important."

She scoffed.

"He didn't seem that important to you when you left us eight months ago. You broke his heart."

Peter's jaw tightened. "His heart? Or yours."

She visibly flinched. "Both."

She sighed and turned away. "I need to go check on my son."

He watched her walk away and dropped his head into his hands.

He sat that way until he head footsteps approaching and looked up to find Nathan walking towards him.

Nathan sank down heavily into the chair next to Peter.

"Heidi and the kids went home?"

Peter nodded. "They were tired. She said to call if there was any news."

Nathan nodded, rubbing his eyes.

Peter could tell he was exhausted, but knew there was no use in telling his brother to go home.

Nathan would simply give him the patented Petrelli glare, and tell him to shut up.

"Thanks for finding West. I know it was probably uncomfortable, but Ryan needs his Dad."

Peter nodded. "Claire said something about a divorce agreement. Are they officially…?"

Nathan nodded. "Three months ago. I think West is pretty depressed. Ma has been keeping tabs on him, and apparently he's been drinking a lot. He's still in love with Claire. It was hard when she told him she never felt the same way."

Peter's mouth fell open. "She told him that?"

Nathan frowned. "Yes. She told him she always loved him, but not in the way that he loved her. She loved him because he was there."

Peter rubbed a hand over his face. "No wonder he's so depressed. God, Nathan."

His older brother nodded again.

His next words were spoken so quietly, Peter had to strain to hear them.

"It's always been you, Pete. She knows it, and you know it. It's time to stop this insane game you're playing. Stay, or leave."

"Nathan, I…"

They were interrupted by West bursting into the room.

"He's slipping away. The doctors say that it's time to say goodbye."

Tears poured down West's face as Nathan pulled out his cell phone.

"Go, Pete. I have to call Ma and Heidi."

Peter followed West into Ryan's room, choking back tears of his own.


At the sight of Claire lying beside her son on the bed, her arms wrapped around him as best she could with the tubes and IV's in the way, Peter couldn't help the tears coursing down his cheeks.

He made his way to the side of the bed, taking one of Ryan's small hands in his.

Claire's tear-stained face turned toward him. "Please. There has to be something you can do. Someone's power you've picked up along the way…I can't lose him, Peter."

Peter's mind whirled.

He wracked his brain for anything he could do.

Suddenly, the face of an elderly man named Norman Watts flashed through his mind.

Norman could heal anything and everything—except himself.

Peter looked at Claire, and nodded once.

Her eyes widened, and she sat up. "You can do something?"

He shrugged. "Maybe. Don't get your hopes up too far, though. If your blood didn't work, this might not either."

Claire cast a glance at West, who nodded his consent.

Peter placed a hand to Ryan's forehead, and an orange glow emanated from his fingers.

After a moment, all sorts of monitors that were hooked up to Ryan began to beep, and his eyelids fluttered open.

"Mommy?"

Claire burst into tears. "I'm here, baby."

West rushed to Ryan's bedside, and Peter moved aside to give them space as he wiped his own tears.

Nathan, Heidi and Angela rushed into the room suddenly, and the tears flowed freely.

Feeling emotionally overloaded, Peter stepped out into the hallway, leaning against the wall.

As a group of doctors and nurses hurried into Ryan's room, Claire stepped out into the hall.

Her eyes were full of tears as she moved towards Peter.

"Thank you."

And with that, her lips slammed into his, taking his breath away.

As he wrapped his arms around her waist and deepened the kiss, Nathan's words echoed in his head.

"Stay, or leave."

Peter pulled back gently, wiped Claire's tears, and then clutched her tightly to his chest.

Stay.


A/N:

I'm sorry it took me so long to update.

My boyfriend and I had to put our dog to sleep, and it was emotionally draining.

I didn't feel much like writing, so I apologize.

So, I'm going to leave this up to you guys.

I could end the story here, or I could continue.

I'm not sure how many more chapters the story would be, but I have a couple of ideas of where to take it, and what would happen.

So let me know what you all think; Majority Rules.

And one last thing, the lyrics at the beginning of this chapter are from a Dave Matthews song;

"Stay Or Leave".

Review, please!