Ha, i FINALLY finished it! I swear i've had this document saved over a year. I wasnt planning on doing a sequel but since so many people wanted one, i caved. This is it. This is the end. The sex isnt as detailed because i thought it would ruin it, i wanted to keep it sweet and tasteful :] I hope i accomplished that and i hope you like it :D

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Sequel to Last Name

A Peter Petrelli & Claire Bennet FanFic

Written By Random-Girl87

Because we all love Carrie Underwood. :]

Claire flipped through her textbook, hoping the teacher would quit boring her to death and change the subject. The Romans, The Anglo Saxons, The Vikings. Can anybody say boring? Or waste of Claire Bennets time? They were practically the same anyway. Didn't do anything different, basically in the same time space. Besides everyone knew that The Tudors kicked ass. Her teacher now was droning on about the lifestyle one of them had and she really couldn't care less.

"So want to do something tonight?" Zach had turned to Claire, his voice down low as their teacher was a bitch when it came to talking during her class. Claire shook her head and turned to face him.

"I can't." She began. "I have Nathan Petrelli coming over for dinner."

"Sounds like fun." Claire rolled her eyes and nodded.

"Oh yeah. Cause Nathan seems like such an interesting person. Besides I'm supposed to meet my cousin or his brother or whatever. I don't care."

Zach's expression changed to one where it was clear he felt sorry for her. It must have been horrible for her, to have firstly found out the truth of her paternity, then have the dream of finding a family and it turned out they wanted her the whole time but all she got was Nathan Petrelli. Claire retold him to story of what an asshole Nathan was and how he almost got his chequebook out until her father had commented on something causing him to put it away.

"Is there a problem, miss Bennet?" Claire flicked at her nails.

"Not that I'm aware of." Claire replied, snidely.

"Well then, hush!" Claire rolled her eyes and turned her face back to Zach.

"So yeah, I can't hang tonight." Zach nodded his head in understanding and there was a moment of silence. "I wonder what his brother's going to be like. You know I feel sorry for any human being related to the likes of Nathan Petrelli or his mother for that matter." Claire carried on flicking at her nails, slightly blowing on them. She tilted her head, like she was thinking. "Hmmm…guess I feel sorry for myself then."

Zach chuckled at her.

"Claire Bennet. I told you once. If I tell you again you are staying after school!" Claire continued rolling her eyes. A detention? Puhlease, what the hell is that going to do? 'I've had sex, so I don't care what you say!' Claire thought. Claire turned her head to Zach again and opened her mouth to speak. Just as she was about to ask him if he was actually having a life that night because she as sure hell wasn't, she was put into detention.

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Claire headed out of the room; she'd been stuck in there for over an hour. For Christ's sakes all she was doing was talking! So, she didn't give a shit about whatever the teacher was saying but then that made her like any other freaking teenager in the room. Teachers were so lame sometimes. Its like they know that you hate their class so they make your life hell. She sighed and made her way home. It was now five in the afternoon which meant by the time that she got there Nathan and his freakish brother was probably already going to be there.

She wondered if his brother was also going to be an obnoxious prick like Nathan. He was younger then him so probably. Older brothers always influence their younger ones. How was he going to react towards her? Treat her as if she's a waste of time and a possibility of ruining the Petrelli name. Christ, it was difficult enough putting up with Nathan, she didn't need a Nathan Junior.

She didn't even know why Nathan was coming round tonight for dinner. Probably her mother, she had the kindest heart and put up with almost everything that she and her father threw at her with a brave smile. She loved her. She was her mother. Not whomever Nathan had decided to pound. Besides Angela treated Claire as if were her fault that her mother got pregnant. Maybe Angela should have taught Nathan to wear a fucking condom! Claire hated Angela and she had only met her twice. She was rude, a bitch, she could go on but then that would be a waste of her time.

Thinking of her 'real' family caused her to think of Peter, she didn't know why but she found herself randomly drifting off and thinking about him. She hadn't seen him for a week, not since they first met. She couldn't believe that she had given herself to him but she didn't regret it. Not one little bit. She thought about him constantly. Dreamt of him every night. Was she ever going to see him again? Did he even want to see her? Did he think about her the way she thought about him? She hoped so.

For fucks sake, Claire. Why the fuck did you not get his number? She mentally scolded herself.

She sighed and opened the door, she stepped in and flung her bag across the floor, she was about to head upstairs before her father came storming into the hallway. Nathan must be here then. Damn, I was hoping he would cancel, she thought.

"Where have you been?" He asked in a hushed tone. She shrugged.

"The teacher put me in detention." Now she was going to have to deal with getting yelled at by her father.

"Erm, why?" She shrugged again. Cause she's a fat bitch that why…

"Cause I was talking."

"Well, Nathan and his brother are here, so go get changed and get back down here quickly!" She rolled her eyes and made her way upstairs, she turned back around.

"What's he like?" She asked, referring to Nathan's brother. Noah looked at her.

"He seems…nice."

"Nice? How can anybody be nice if they have the Petrelli blood?" She didn't realise that she was actually including herself on that. She shook her head and headed upstairs. She threw off the clothes she had been wearing at school that day, she usually wore her cheerleading outfit but today she had worn a pair of jeans, pissing Jackie off to no end. Apparently it was a crime to be a cheerleader and not wear your uniform. Whatever.

Her mom had laid out a dress for her on her bed. A freaking dress. It was pretty if you liked that kind of thing. Simple, short but respectable, bows in the flaming neckline. She knew what was going on. Her mother wanted her to make a good impression. She sighed and threw it on without hesitation. She no doubt had ten minutes max before her father would start getting impatient – which father she was referring to, she wasn't sure. She could just imagine Nathan being an intolerant little knobcheese.

She took her hair out of the bobble she had kept it in all day; her slight curls fell across her sun-kissed skin, delicately. She didn't wear much make up and she wasn't about to pile it on for the likes of Nathan Petrelli and his annoying, half-wit brother. She re-did her mascara, put on some shimmery eye shadow and applied a couple of layers of clear, slick lip-gloss. Now she was ready to face the demon of all assholes.

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"Alright, I'm good. You can quit complaining now." She had stomped down the stairs and saw Nathan and her father, waiting hardly patiently on the couch. Her father coughed and Nathan's expression was hard and stony. He wasn't going to offer her more money was he?

"Claire." Her father started. "You remember Nathan?" He gestured to the bastard sitting next to him. Claire rolled her eyes and smirked.

"How could I forget?" Before her father or Nathan could retaliate, her mother strolled out with a plate of cookies, a young man trailing behind her. Oh god, she hadn't gone all out had she? Jeepers.

"Claire." The shit head began. "I'd like you to meet my brother, Peter." Claire flipped her head around and felt her heart stop. It was him. It was fucking him. The guy she had met in a bar hardly a week ago. The guy she had given herself to. Peter. And he was Peter fucking Petrelli! She wanted to faint.

It appeared he had recognised her too as his face carried the same shocked, I-want-to-die look. The adults surrounding the room were looking at them curiously now; Claire knew she had to act.

"Erm, nice to meet you…Peter." She didn't bother sticking had out, she didn't need to feel the same electric shots run down her like she had when she first met him. Peter shrugged himself out of his daze and muttered his hello's back.

Her mother ushered them both to sit on the sofas and chairs in front of them. Claire in-between her parents and Peter and Nathan sitting on the sofa opposite them. Great, because Claire really needed a direct view of the spawn of the devil? And hottie-I-will-take-your-V-card guy? She shuddered at the remembrance of that night.

"So, Peter. You're a doctor?" Her mother asked kindly, trying to make conversation to ease the tension. Claire couldn't help but comment.

"He's a nurse mom, not a doctor." She felt like slapping herself, surely they would suspect how she knew? Peter couldn't help but let the small smile reach his face. She had remembered when he told her. She tried to laugh it off when she received disturbed and confused glances from her parents and Nathan. "Or at least that's what I read in that article that time we visited New York." She made eye contact with Peter for the second time that evening. "I recognised your picture." She said softly, letting out a minute smile. He smiled back. It was more then Nathan ever got.

"A nurse really?" Her mother continued and Peter changed his gaze to her mom and nodded. "That's so sweet." A fall of silence reached them and Claire sucked in her breath. "I erm…I think the dinners ready." She quickly left the room and began setting the food on the table. Gesturing for them all to join.

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"This is great Sandra." Noah complimented his wife, trying to make light conversation. Sandra gushed and shook of the compliment. Peter nodded, he hadn't had a home-cooked meal in months, his family didn't exactly do that kind of thing and he missed it.

"Yeah, this is really great Mrs Bennet."

"Oh please call me Sandra. And Claire usually does the cooking." Her gaze turned to her daughter, as did Peters. "She's a great cook." Claire felt her cheeks go red, mainly because she could feel Peter looking at her. She excused herself for a moment, she had a deep feeling that she hadn't put her coursework away properly, her parents ate it up and she left. Mere moments later, Peter was knocking on her door. Her parents unbeknownst to what was happening upstairs. Claire braced herself before answering, she knew exactly who it was and wasn't sure If she exactly wanted to see him. It had only just come to her that she had in fact slept with her father's brother, which in turn meant she had slept with her uncle. She hated herself for not feeling sick and twisted about that fact; in fact she didn't feel anything about the revelation. The feelings she had for Peter were unaffected.

"Peter." She whispered as she opened her door, he was leaning against it and was unsure whether this was the right time to pull her into his arms. She was in fact his niece after all.

She let him in and sat down on her bed, she gestured him to sit on the chair that sat with her desk. Her room now felt small and childish, like a little girls room and she felt like a child sitting in it, especially with Peter present in said room.

"So. You're my niece." His voice was quiet, as if he was only saying it to himself. Claire nodded. Did he hate her now?

"I swear…when I met you, I had no idea…" She began but he waved her off.

"No I know, I mean suspected. Your face kind of gave it away when you saw me." He threw in a chuckle at the end and managed a faint giggle escape her mouth. He felt his heart beat harder at the hearing of it.

"So what happens now?" She muttered and Peter sighed.

"We go back to normal. Me, being your uncle and you, being my niece. We pretend like it never happened."
"Yeah, yeah of course, I mean what else, right?" She stammered and wondered why she could feel her heart breaking all of a sudden?

"Except…I don't know if I can do that Claire." She looked up, her eyes beginning to water from his previous statement. She wiped a tear away.

"W-what do you mean?" Peter stood up and began to move closer to the young girl, he wiped another tear that had fallen, away.

"It means, I don't know if I can just move on and pretend. Pretend this was the first time I had ever met you. I can't explain it, when I met you it was like it all…"

"Fell into place." Claire finished for him. Peter smiled and nodded. Before she knew it, she was pulling him in for a kiss.

"Claire…we…cant…" Peter murmured in between kisses, Claire nodded however, did not pull away. They both knew they didn't have the strength to do that and they both knew what was going to happen next.

She first made a grab for his shirt, she wanted it off and she wanted it off now. It was restricting and she didn't like that. He had already pulled her shirt off and was unclipping her bra whilst her hands were roaming over his bare chest, making their way down to his jeans, already unzipping them.

He was placing sweet, soft kisses on her collarbone, making his way down her chest, murmuring sweet things to her.

"Fate. Its like its fate. You and me. Meant to be." He had no control over the words he was saying, wasn't even aware he was saying them but that didn't mean he would take those words back.

They both knew it was wrong but that didn't stop them carrying on, it didn't stop Peter from throwing Claire onto her bed, it didn't stop Claire from squealing in delight and Peter muffling her sounds with his mouth. It didn't stop them because they knew in time they would go on to love each other, in sin perhaps. It didn't matter if it was wrong because they knew they would work it out.

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