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Crossing Paths part 6

Disclaimer: The only thing here that is mine is the character of Theodora “Thea” Frost (she’s named for my late dog, Teddy, who was a traditional empath and the poet Robert Frost.)  I don't get paid for this; I'm just a fan having fun.

Rating: PG 13 mostly due to language and most kids might freak at some of the subject matter

Characters: Claude, Thea, Nathan and Heidi Petrelli with mentions of Peter and other characters


Pairings: Claude/Thea (aftermath of last 2 chapters, mentions of sexual situations)

Note:  I started this story line back in April after and have gone through 2-3 rewrites before settling on a direction.  This bit I worked out in mid July.  As for how many chapters…time will tell, but at least I know where this is all going.

Spoilers: Heroes season one (all of it), also some of this is based on news spoilers that I’d read about season two

Part 1(Histories)    
Part 2(Recent events- where Claude went)    
Part 3(The Exploding man- it was on the news)   
Part 4( A distraction- warning this is a rather graphic chapter )
Part 5(Aftermath of chapter 4 and direction for the future)

Crossing Paths 6 of ?



            A day later and Thea’s migraine had abated.  Claude hadn’t wanted to leave for New York City, neither alone nor with her, until that had happened.  Unfortunately, she still couldn’t see Claude when he cloaked.  It didn’t bother Claude nearly as much as it did Thea.  Claude, for his part, since they were alone, made it a point not to cloak, though having been invisible nearly 24/7 for the last 7 years, made it a new experience for him.  Normally, Claude would do whatever he wanted, but he had more than one reason for not going invisible, at the moment.  From a practical stand point, Claude didn’t want Thea straining her damaged talent.  Should the need arise for it, and Thea recover, Claude wanted to be certain Thea’s intuition, at the very least, would be able to function.  From a personal stand point, Claude had to admit, begrudgingly, that he liked Thea’s company.  Claude still hadn’t defined exactly what she was to him.

            It still bothered Claude, a bit, that he was getting attached, but if he was really honest with himself, it wasn’t just Thea; it was Peter, too.  Claude regarded Peter as a surrogate nephew of sorts, and Thea, well she was an amusing distraction if nothing else and someone else Claude could talk to.  With Peter, Claude had felt the need to clarify, justify, and define his views with examples.  However, with Thea, she’d seen and been through a lot, though not nearly as much as Claude, but she didn’t judge him, she just accepted him.

            “I should, that is we should probably get goin’.”

            “I still can’t see, Claude.”

            “I know.  Look, you don’t ‘ave to come with me.  But, if you stay behind, the Company is likely to come back, if for no other reason than to check what ‘appened to their cameras.”  Claude wasn’t sure what Thea would say to that.  Granted, Primatech was already aware Claude was still alive, but he had no idea what they’d do to Thea, once they realized she’d been helping him.

            “You don’t have to take me along, Claude.  I’d like to go with you; I want to go with you, but not if you don’t want me along.  I just wanted you to be aware that I’m limited to mundane stuff, for helping.  How long it’ll be, I dunno.  This has happened to me before, but I can’t guarantee anything as far as my gift goes.”

            “I do want you along.  I should point out that I can’t make any guarantees, either.  It’s dangerous.  The Company probably still wants me dead and will likely dissect me first, if they find me.”  Claude took a breath before he continued.  He was not a man to sugar coat things.  “They’ll probably do the same to you, second sight or no.”  Claude paused again, to let what he’d just said sink in.  He licked his lips before addressing what else was on his mind.  “There’s also one other matter we haven’t discussed.”

            Thea just quietly listened, taking it all in, her expression serious but not exactly easy to read.

            “Look, about what ‘appened between us before I left for Wolfeboro,” Claude began, noting that Thea looked a bit sad. “I don’t regret that.  But I want you to realize I can’t make you any promises.”

            “I don’t expect you to.”  Thea’s expression looked less sad and more like quiet seriousness.

            Claude then asked, because he had to know, “And if it ‘appens again?”

            “I wouldn’t object,” Thea replied with a quiet smile.

            Claude smiled back.  No strings attached, he thought, then said “See, you can still do a lot!  When we find Peter, most likely he’ll need a nurse, and I’m certain you can ‘andle that.”

            “So when do we leave?”


            The duo packed a few supplies and slept that night in the same bed.  Neither was up for anything more, and Claude wanted to be close at hand just in case Thea had any more visions.  Also, it was likely they’d be spending a good deal of their trip like this.

            The next morning, the pair left for New York, and they took turns driving.  Claude was visible in public, for once, convinced that Primatech would never expect it and also in light of the fact that they certainly didn’t need to be stopped by any police convinced that the car was a runaway vehicle.  The trip to New York was relatively easy, if long.  Getting in to see Congressman Elect Petrelli, would require Claude’s unique skills.  Hiding Thea, Claude could do in his sleep; his biggest worry was maintaining quiet stealth.  As he experimented with Thea, in preparation for their pending meeting with Nathan, Claude was pleasantly surprised.  For all her protestations of clumsiness, Thea did all right.  Claude suspected Thea’s clumsiness had more to do with rushing or moving too fast, which didn’t bother him.  Their current mission required stealth and precision rather than reckless speed.


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            Nathan Petrelli maintained a façade of sorts in public.  Granted, his wife’s spontaneous recovery had caused a great deal of stir among the press, but Heidi was always by Nathan’s side in the press conferences and public addresses, particularly those where Nathan requested help to find his brother.  On all of these occasions, Nathan was the confident and professional Politician; behind closed doors, was another matter.  The moment the couple arrived at the Petrelli mansion and the door shut, Nathan’s shoulders slumped noticeably.  Heidi did her best to try to comfort Nathan.

            “Nate, I know you’re doing all you can to find Pete, but you really should talk to someone.”

            “I talked to you. I’m surprised you didn’t have me committed, even before I showed you what I can do.  Heidi, who would believe me?”

            Heidi shook her head sadly, then asked, “What about your mother?”

            “I haven’t seen Ma since that night, and she wanted the explosion!  I have no idea where she went and for all I know she’s holding poor Pete hostage or something, her own son, for goodness sake!”

            “It wasn’t your fault, Nate, you tried-“

            “Tell Peter that when we find him.” Nathan walked off to his office, alone and Heidi went to check on their two boys.  When he got to the office, Nathan closed and locked the door.  He slumped in his chair and pulled a flask out of his desk drawer and took a deep sip out of it.  “Pete, where the hell are you?  Why did you make me let go?”



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            Meanwhile, elsewhere in the city, Claude and Thea were invisibly scouring the exterior of Kirby Plaza.  Based on the news reports, this was the scene of most of the action the night of the explosion.  Claude also thought it would be a good place to test Thea as far as stealth.  Granted, to keep her invisible, Claude had to hold her hand.  He noticed she didn’t seem to mind and he was starting to get used to it.  Given that Thea’s gift hadn’t returned, and that Claude wanted to see exactly how much secret recon they could pull off, Claude led Thea into Primatech’s head quarters.

            Claude knew they wouldn’t be able to go in far, even with his own gift.  A lot of the security had changed in 7 years, though Claude reckoned they’d be safe enough as Primatech would never expect him to be so brazen.  Still, Claude wanted to know how much he was likely to accomplish with his new partner in crime, and he also hoped to overhear some useful bit of information.  What snippets of conversation they did overhear, indicated that Primatech hadn’t found Peter either.

            “Shame we don’t have the Walker kid back in custody, Richards.”

            “We have a few leads on Molly, and once we have her, finding the rest, including the missing Petrelli, will be a cake walk, Robinson.”

            A finder, Claude mused as he eavesdropped on the two men, and he began to formulate a new plan.  Their test at hiding had been successful, and Claude also thought it was time that he and Thea paid a visit to Nathan Petrelli.


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            Another day of meetings and press conferences and Nathan was home again.  Heidi just let him be.  She wanted more than anything to help Nathan get through this, but more and more, behind closed doors, Heidi felt like she was in the way.  So Heidi did what she could and dedicated herself to watching and helping their two sons adapt to what was going on.  Granted, neither of the boys had exhibited a talent as yet, but, with all Heidi had learned, she vowed she would be ready when it did happen.

            Nathan was becoming more and more withdrawn.  All too often of late, his technique for unwinding involved the flask he kept hidden in his desk.  He was just putting the flask away to sit quietly, when Nathan suddenly noticed he wasn’t alone anymore.  The fact that he knew Peter could turn invisible was probably the main reason that Nathan didn’t go for the gun he also kept in the desk.  Blinking at the two people before him, Nathan realized he didn’t know either one, but he suspected that the man was an associate of his brother’s.

            “Doesn’t anyone know how to knock anymore?” Nathan asked with obvious irritation.

            “If it were that easy to get it to see you, Congressman, there would’ve been no need for the theatrics.”

            “Point taken.  All right, who are you two and what do you want?”

            “I’m Claude and this is Thea.  We’re trying to find your brother.”

            “So is most of New York.  What makes you think you two will have any better luck or that I have any idea where he is?”

            “For one, mate, I’m the invisible man, and for all my own transparency, I’ve learned, over the years, to see through people.  There’s something you’re not telling the press about what ‘appened.”

            The room was silent and it had become a stare down between Claude and Nathan.  Granted, Nathan could play hardball, even with someone like Claude, but wanting to find his brother won him over.  If there was even a chance that this strange, ragged Englishman and his quiet female companion could help him find Peter, Nathan had to take it.   “Peter couldn’t do anything that night but explode:  I had to fly him up.”  Nathan’s eyes went distant.  “Pete made me let him go; he broke out of my grip. He yelled to keep flying and get clear and that everything would be OK.  Then the explosion happened.  It was so bright. I tried to find him.  Between our flight and the explosion, Pete could have wound up anywhere.  I don’t even know if he survived.  How could anyone survive that?”

            Claude paused.  “Congressman-Nathan, Peter is alive.  I can’t tell you how I know, but I do know that much.  Thea and I have been all over Kirby Plaza and a good bit of the city besides.  I can also tell you that Primatech doesn’t ‘ave your brother either.  They’re also looking for him as well as a ‘Molly Walker.’  I don’t suppose you know where Molly is, mate, do you?”

            For the first time in ages, Nathan looked hopeful.  “Pete’s alive?”

            Claude nodded.

            Then Nathan grew serious. “I might be able to put you in touch with Molly, but I don’t know that you’ll have any better luck having her find Pete than we did.  Bennet had her try after the explosion but she just couldn’t locate him.  I can tell you two aren’t with the Company, and neither is Bennet these days.  Let me make a phone call and see what I can arrange.”

            “Fair enough, mate.  Where should we wait?”

            “Here is fine.  Make yourselves comfortable.”



To be continued…


Tags: claude rains, creative extrapolation, heroes, thea

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