Living Room

[Peter Petrelli]

Image Coming Soon

[Peter Petrelli]

Peter and the woman from the coffeeshop entered the apartment and he was quick to offer her a seat in the living room. They had barely spoken a word on the walk over, the both of them seemingly too wound up from what had happened to concentrate on much else. He took the seat across from the one he had offered her and smiled.

My name is Peter. Peter Petrelli.

He said, finally introducing himself.

[Ara Dominic]

Ara smiled for real this time as she took the offered seat and held her coffee close to her, "I know that Mister Petrelli, I've actually followed the elections since your brother was only running for congress. Ara Dominic" she introduced her self in return and frowned a little.

"I'm sorry, I noticed you were talking to that other women, I just.." she laughed softly at herself, "Its not as if I had much choice in falling I guess" she went on, a little off tracck.

[Peter Petrelli]

He laughed slightly as she apologized for collapsing. Obviously, there was no need to apologize.

Very nice to meet you Ara, and no need for an apology. Everyone has their off days.

He said, trying to be friendly and welcoming. She knew who he was. She knew who Nathan was. Hell, everybody knew who Nathan was, he was the fucking President of the United States.

Can I offer you anything before I start quizzing you on the little show back there?

He laughed slightly, but a stray hair fell into his eye. He quickly tucked it behind his ear.

Sorry...

He said as he waited for her answer.

[Ara Dominic]

Not that she would ever admit it, or show it, when his hair fell into his eyes she had found it adorable, yes, I said adorable, is a sexy way, but like I said, you'll never hear it from her. She shook her head and lifted the coffee to show she would be fine. "its not an off day.." she started out with and fiddled with the cup but then locked gazes with him.

"these people your brother talks about, the ones that have a 'disease', an ability different from what real people can accomplish, thats me, when I am unable to control them, my powers allow, and somewhat more appropriately, force, me to merge with another person, incresing the person's powers and my own by ten times, making a whole knew being of sorts, but only for a short amount of time, and if they draw on it too heavily, it drains me" she explained, keeping in mind she was a biogeneticist, and had studied this closely.

[Peter Petrelli]

He listened to her carefully, ignoring her comments about Nathan. Peter knew that Nathan was just putting on a face for what he thought the American public needed in a leader. When Peter had defeated Sylar five years ago, the lives of evolved humans had come out into the public. Nathan had been quick to side with Linderman and create a cover-up. They had convinced the American public that those humans with powers were being treated. Instead, Linderman and his goons did who knows what. All Peter knew was that once somebody was "studied" by Linderman, they were rarely seen ever again.

So that's why my hand turned into your hand.

He stated, finally grasping what she had mentioned.

How do you control it? I need to know.

Okay technically he didn't NEED to know, but it would help him out a lot if he had some kind of hint as to how to live with a power such as Ara's.

[Ara Dominic]

Ara blushed crimson, "when I can, its a matter of thinking about being solid, and only yourself, but I am having troubled with it, someone merged with me before the coffee shop, which is why I am weak right now, they knew what they were doing after it happened, and took advantage of it" she said and swirled the coffee, suddenly having no desire to drink it, she felt ill.

"and yes, thats why, in my weakened state I couldn't even help it, I'm sorry, and I felt your power, it was...strange" she said again, though there was no need to worry that that was all she ever did,apologize, and a confused look came over her face..

[Peter Petrelli]

It would be in your best interest if we never tried that merge thing again. My powers... I can't tell you much, but you should know that I don't just have one power. I'm like... twenty different...

He got frustrated as he tried to explain but not go into too much detail. He could tell that she was tired, and the last thing he wanted to do was keep her longer than necessary. Of course he would offer her a place to rest, but legend or not, she probably wouldn't want to take a quick nap in the apartment of a guy she had just met. Shaking his head, he looked at her and spoke bluntly.

You said you had heard of me. Have you heard of Sylar?

[Claire Bennet]

Claire creeped her way into the living room, just hiding by the entrance. She leaned on the side of the wall and listen to what was going on. Peter bringing a girl home was new and it made Claire feel weird. She didn't want to be in the same room with Peter and some girl. That was just a nasty thought and hoped that she'd never experience that. Claire wondered if Peter could tell that she was spying on him. Since he can read thoughts and all.

There were some point where Claire could bearly hear Peter, so she tried to move closer, but tried not to be seen. The more she moved closer, Claire tripped on her own feet and fell on the living room floor.

Oww...

Claire grumbled and looks up. Her face was scrunched up and felt stupid as they prolly looked at her. She never was good at spying, well at times. Claire slowly got up and gave half a grin.

I'm ok. I'm, ok...Just getting a glass of water. Don't mind me.

This could be one of your best moments yet, Claire.

Still with half a grin on her face, Claire made her way to the kitchen and got herself a glass and headed to the fridge. She took a pitcher of water and poured it in her glass and began to drink. She slowly drank her water and listened as they continued with their conversation. Claire was amaze to find out that the girl has powers herself.

Merging huh...nice...

[Ara Dominic]

Ara concentrated on staying solid and touched his hand, "I know, I understand, twenty different powers, your an Empath, a virtual living replica of a certain X-men character without the downfalls of her power, Rogue I believe, but you inherit thier powers forever" she said to put him at ease, she studied such things with a passion in her line of work.

yes the-" she was cut off by Claire's entrance and looked at her in shock for a moment, almost recoiling as if there was any chance they would touch, then merely smiled, it was all okay, of this she was sure. She waited util Claire left the room to continue, "The man you killed or supposedly killed five years ago? and maybe its time I, maybe I should go?" she offered, seeing as how the walls had ears.

[Peter Petrelli]

He had heard Claire only a moment before she had fallen into the room. The power he had picked up from Parkman... reading minds. He had been concentrating too hard on Ara, and had been surprised when she had touched him and nothing had happened to the two of them. Nice. Ignoring Claire for the time being, knowing that she was just curious and was probably more nosy about the fact that Peter had a woman in the apartment than the fact that this woman had powers, peter leaned forward and tucked his hair behind his ear again. He nodded at Ara's comment about him being an empath.

Yes, but the difference is, the X-Men aren't real. This is. I'm a mimic as well, which means the moment I touched you, I developed your power, hence the reasoning behind my asking you how to control it.

He noticed how Ara quieted up until Claire left the room but didn't say anything yet, nodding at her comment about Sylar before continuing.

Yes, him. I was going to explain that we had the same ability to take others powers, but he had to do it by killing while i'm just able to absorb them without harming anybody.

He explained, then turned his head to the kitchen where he could still hear Claire's thoughts and could tell that she was listening in.

You know, it'll probably be easier for you to hear if you come out here and sit with us Claire.

He caleed, then turned back to Ara, shaking his head as she said she would leave.

If you have othe rthings to do then yes, you can leave, but you shouldn't leave on account of Claire. I would tell her everything that you've just told me anyways after you left. You have heard the saying "Save the cheerleader, save the world?" haven't you?

He asked, putting a charming smile on his face for good luck. He figured that if this woman knew so much about not only him, but Sylar as well, she had probably been familiarized with the phrase of the week oh so many years ago.

[Claire Bennet]

Thanks for bustin my chops Peter.

Claire finished her glass of water and placed it in the kitchen sink. She didn't mean to be nosy but she couldn't help in being curious. She made her way back in the living room and gave a small smile at the girl.

Peter's right, don't leave just because of me.

Claire took a sit on the couch as Mr. Muggles, her mother's dog, came running in the room and jumped right on her lap. She never really known how she ended up with Mr. Muggles. Just one day her mother didn't want him anymore, saying that she doesn't know the dog. There must be something going on again with her. After Mr. Bennet had the Haitien erased Ms. Bennet's memory loads of time, it must have tampered with her memory cell and whatnot. Claire had a C with anything dealing with Science so she bearly knew too little with that subject. Mr. Muggles laid comfortable on Claire's lap as she began to pet its head.

[Ara Dominic]

Ara bit her lip for a moment, she had some reasearch she hadn't completed earlier, but that was where she found herself laughing at her own thoughts, silently of course, it was high school drama all over again, to be cool, or not to be cool.

"actually, scientifically speaking he didn't have to kill to gain the powers, unfortunately he had no idea, which cost so many people thier lives"

she said, not going into any great detail, she already trusted Peter, go figure, and she would probably trust Claire soon enough, but it just seemed like she would be the epitome of nerd talking about it.

"and thank you..Claire was it? I was just unsure of how much you needed or got to know about any of this"

she said apologetically and looked at the dog, creatures she distrusted, dogs, they were too obedient.

"And yes, I think I heard that before, a long time ago, some person I passed on the street mentioned it, it didn't seem to have worked entirely, that is, assuming the cheerleader got saved"

she said thoughtfully, if not a tad regretfully, she could have helped, and what had she done? she had gone into hiding.

[Peter Petrelli]

Well, meet the cheerleader herself, Claire Bennet.

He said, smiling at Ara and gesturing to Claire. He didn't mention that Claire was his niece, as very few peole still knew about her being his brother's daughter. That was another thing that bothered Peter about Nathan. He had promised her so much, that he would be there for her, everything, but in the end it had come down to how many points he got in the election. God forbid news of his illegitimate child got out there. Besides the Petrelli's, the only people aware of Claire's relation to Peter were her adoptive parents, the Bennets.

She gets to know everything that I know.

[Claire Bennet]

Claire didn't know how to react to the intorduction but just gave her a small charming smile and nodded. It was always hard for Claire to met new people these days. It was so easy for her in highschool, forgetting things, not letting them consum you. But now, after all this, Claire wasn't what she was back then. She wasn't the cheerful cheerleader who was loved by popular crowds and voted for homecoming queen. She was all grown up with a troubled soul. The only thing that Claire wanted was to be normal, her father had tried to give her that life but destiny seems to have thought other wise.