Author's Note: Hi there! This is my first fanfic in a really long time so I'm excited and a little apprehensive about how it will be received. This is just an idea I had a long time ago and it seems like it would fit so well with the totally inappropriate chemistry that Peter and Claire have. I know the prolog is kind of short and pretty vague but I promise this story is going places. I have the whole things mapped out and it should be about 10 fairly good sized chapters when it's done. Also I only recently became a big Heroes fan so if I get something wrong, please forgive me.

I really hope you like it! There are some things you need to know before reading though: This is an attentive season 2 fic and I'm not going to explain everything that happened after HTSAEM in my universe so here is some info about the timeline:

Peter just sort of came back after the events of HTSAEM, no amnesia

So did Nathan, and he's fine and currently in Congress

Claire is living in New York with her bio-family

Most of the Heroes are also living in New York and they all have some level of contact

The events of this story really begin to take off about 3 months after HTSAEM

Trinity

Prolog

The Petrelli family had been Roman Catholic for time out of mind. They went to mass, attended catholic schools, gave confession-the whole nine yards. It was part of their image, part and parcel with the huge, lavish, mansion, the money, and the mafia connections. While the current generation may not be very religious (Peter was too empathetic to believe in anything that was so judgmental of so many people and Nathan played along for politics but as a politician had a hard time believing in anything) they had been raised to respect (and fear) God and his church.

So when the priest asked him what he had to confess, in the little, dimly lit box that smelled of cedar wood and incense, Peter had a hard time not just spilling out the whole crazy story, even though he knew if he did the priest would probably have him committed, for any number of reasons.

"It's a really long story…" he said, squirming in the confessional, running his hand through the space where his bangs used to be, which Claire had informed him just the other day he did whenever he was nervous.

Don't think about her here his brain, that good, Catholic school going, self-sacrificing hospice nurse, nice normal, part of his brain said.

"It normally is" said the priest, his voice oozing that….priestly quality they all had, that ever since Peter was a kid had made him feel simultaneously that the priest understood and had compassion for what he had done, and was judging him at the same time. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea.

"No this is really a long story" said Peter, spilling out words he really shouldn't be saying, because he had to tell someone "I can't tell you a lot of it but it involves a 16 year old secret, a kidnapping, and a virgin birth. I could tell you all of it but I doubt you'd believe me."

From the other side of the grid came a heavy sigh, and then the screen was pulled back, exposing the priests face. Peter was suddenly; profoundly grateful he had not gone to his family's church.

"Look son" said the priest, "I don't appreciate people making fun of the church. Confession is a sacrament and if you aren't going to take it seriously you should just leave."

Feeling guilty and ashamed of himself, like he had the time he and Sheryl McKean had been caught making out in the confessional in tenth grade (the first time he had gotten to second base and the church janitor had witnessed it) Peter nodded, apologized and slid out of the confessional, refraining from listening to the priest thoughts to hear what he really thought of him. Leaving the Church Peter started the long walk home in the December chill, looking absentmindedly at the lights that had put up everywhere to celebrate the birth of Jesus. Probably the only other virgin birth in history, he thought. He was heading to the mansion, where it seemed he was always heading these days and even though it would be faster to take a cab (or fly if he could find a spot where no one would see him take off) he could use the thinking time walking would give him. Everything had gotten so complicated-and weird-lately…

It had been at the beginning of September when it happened. Six hours after the events of Kirby Plaza, when Peter and Nathan finally found their way, singed and disoriented, home it seemed like everything had changed. There were so many people with powers now, all kinds of powers who had all come together that terrible night to watch Peter explode. It was, as he had said so many times, destiny. Everyone who knew him was thoroughly sick of the word by now.

Peter refused to talk to his mother, and spent a lot of time in his apartment, watching TV and marveling at the indisputable fact that he was alive. Claire often sat with him, happy just to watch old Scooby-Do cartoons with Sunny and Cheir, that most of the time she would think were soooo lame, because Peter was alive. He had exploded and he was alive. It was a miracle, a genuine gift from God, and she had been the medium of that gift. It made her feel larger than life, and like they were even more connected now. He had saved her life, had jumped off a building actually thinking he would die for her, and then she had saved his, and now…now she had done it again but it was bigger this time. She knew he could read minds now, and even though she knew he never would read a mind of someone he knew on purpose (it was rude, and Peter was anything but) it felt like he was inside of her now (no, not like that though she had had a few thoughts in that direction which were quickly banished to that realm where lost socks and money goes and never returns from) but like they were the same person or something. And even though they never talked about it, never talked about anything to do with exploding, or what had happened to him after, she knew he felt the same way.

It also made her want to be around Peter. So when her father said it was time for them to go home, she suggested to him that she spend some time with her bio-family. Her father seemed more disappointed than mad, and she could tell he was wondering why she wanted to spend any time with them. Her Bio-grandma had been willing to let her own son die, and so had her bio-Dad (ok he did change his mind.) Yes Peter, her uncle, was generally considered by Claire to be the best thing since sliced bread (voicing this sentiment had earned him a well deserved "Dad! and a pillow to the head") but these were not nice people, he had said, not the kind of people who should spend any time raising his Claire-bear. Visiting, sure, maybe but not raising. That was his job.

But Claire got Nathan involved and since he told Heidi about Claire and was surprised by her statement that she had always wanted a daughter and when he saw how well it would play in the media to have Claire living with him (long lost daughter being embraced into the bosom of the family) he came around to Claire's point of view. He and Claire's adoptive father had a fight where each was very polite and displayed similar shark-like fake smiles that really said, "I want to kill you" and finally, because now that Claire was 16 she could legally choose where she wanted to live, Nathan won.

Peter hadn't known about the fight at all. He was surprised when it was announced Claire was staying because she hadn't even told him she wanted to, so even though he was a little concerned for her family and what this would do to them, she had such happiness shining out of her eyes and gave him such a big hug and squealed about all the things in New York he just had to show her and it had made him laugh for the first time since he exploded and he realized he felt happier than he had since….well since he first dreamt he could fly he guessed. He was going to show Claire (his niece his brain added, which it did every time he thought about this newly acquired relative) around his favorite city and it was so normal that it made him smile. Ever since he became so special that he almost killed millions of people Peter had outgrown his need for recognition.

Claire had barely had a chance to get settled in to her new private, catholic, all girl's school (yes with uniforms and all) when it happened.

Peter still didn't really understand how they had been taken. He had picked Claire up after school (he was in the neighborhood after a visit with Mohinder), they were walking intohis apartment, getting something to eat and Peter felt something hit the back of his head and then suddenly….

He didn't know. Whoever it was that grabbed them did a good job and knew what, and who, they were dealing with. Later it was hypothesized that spikes had been shoved intohis and Claire's brain, in that spot, that sweet spot that kept them from regenerating until it was pulled out. Then he guessed they were drugged, because he remembered anawfully hazy hour or two with Claire in a completely white, padded room, and a speech he gave to even more drugged Claire about a salt shaker who was in love with a greatDane (but a Dane as in Danish, not the dog.) He was still giving this speech when Nathan had burst in, at the head of the rest of the "Heroes" in a rescue mission, which seemed tobe unnecessary because there was no one else in the warehouse the aforementioned white room was in. All told they had been kidnapped for less than five hours and left, druggedand alone, someplace in Queens. No big deal really, except Claire seemed a little freaked out by Queens.

Only it was a big deal, a really, really big deal.

To be continued...

Ok, so like it, hate it, wonder what's going to happen next? I need reviews to tel me if I should even continue with it, so review please! The faster I get affirmation that it's worth writing the faster I will write….