Heroes Fan fiction

Title: Untouched

Summary: What if Peter died in the explosion? But what if his soul remained on earth and Claire was the only one he had? PAIRE

Pairings: Peter/Claire

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING

Credits to caligurl777 on YouTube for the original story

Chapter One

Peter Petrelli woke up. He didn't know how long he had been asleep.

The surface of his very awakening intrigued him. It was soft, and smooth like freshly mowed grass on the young man's face. In fact, Peter found out as he stood, it was grass.

He was in a well-furnished graveyard, with polished headstones of honorable men and women and the freshly mowed grass the young man just woke up upon.

It seemed familiar, and strange. It was like he had been there before. But he knew he wasn't dreaming, for the grass felt so real, the warm air around him wasn't just a figment of his imagination.

Peter finally realized where he was. This was where his father was laid to rest, after his supposed heart attack. Peter found his surroundings a bit strange, for it seemed like he was the only one around. No mourner came to grieve; no on-looker came to spite.

It was just him. So he did what he always did: run to Nathan.

Peter found his older brother in his old apartment. The older man looked different, with an overgrown beard framing his chin and eyes that looked like they were doomed to death. Peter phased through the door and saw Nathan on the couch.

Things around him were tattered, torn. Yet the only things that were pristine untouched were the pictures of Peter on the mantelpiece.

Each memory framed, and it seemed like the only thing that was of value in the apartment. Books and magazines were strewn about; blankets and pillows were removed from their haven to be located on the couch, where his brother laid. On the table, sat a few bottles of what seemed to be vodka.

"Nathan," Peter said, looking back at the framed memories. "How long have I been gone?"

No answer, just silence stirred in the apartment. No sound, except the sound of a beer bottle slapping itself on the table.

Peter turned, expecting to see his older brother looking at him. but what he discovered was more intriguing. Nathan, half-drunk, wasn't looking at Peter's direction. In fact, he wasn't even close. He was looking at his beer bottles on his table.

"Nathan?"

Peter made a move to touch his older brother on the shoulder, just in case he didn't hear him. But when he did so, he felt a rush of cold air on his fingertips. Said icy air replaced Nathan's touch at that moment. That wasn't the only thing.

A flashback seemed to replace Peter's reality for a moment, and soon he was drenched with memories of the Kirby Plaza incident, of the explosion. Suddenly he realized, realized why no one could see him, could hear him, could feel him.

He was dead. He was merely a spirit, a soul left on earth, with no one. Nathan got up, and walked out the door. Out of curiosity, the spirit of his brother followed him.

The bar was loud, filled with 90s music. The kind when the song was stuck with you, even after a decade. Peter's ears rang with Vanilla Ice's Ice Ice Baby. God, he thought as he saw Nathan sit down, he hated that song, yet he kept mouthing 'ice ice baby' as Nathan sipped his drinks.

Peter knew he couldn't stop the monotonous drinking, but Good Lord did he try. Tried screaming at the man, begging to stop, but Nathan never made a move. Go figure.

Nathan's phone rang. He took his time reading the caller ID and answered.

"Why are you calling me?" he asked. He fingered his fourth glass.

"Claire," Nathan said.

Claire? Peter's mind boggled at the name. Surely, there was a possibility Claire could see him. For he was her hero and she was his cheerleader. Now, he only needed to find out where she was.

"Claire, you're in Costa Verde, you can't come here," the rest of Nathan's sentence was lost; Peter only concentrated on the location of the cheerleader. Nathan ended the call and sipped his drink.

Peter went to go to Claire, but turned back to face Nathan. The younger Petrelli said, "I love you, Nathan," and left.

A/N: That's my first chapter! Hope you guys like it! Wanna make me happy? Review, please!