The forgotten numbers II A Henry Creel fanfic

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As another day passed without Fiona showing up, Peter grew increasingly anxious. Was she avoiding him? Or was she hurt? His thoughts were spiraling. The doors to the rainbow room opened, it was Brenner.

The kids all lined up and he came up with a plan. When the kids and Brenner had started walking, instead of following behind, he would pull Brenner aside and say that he wasn't feeling well—praying that Brenner would be humane enough to let him end early. And then he would sneak off to Fiona's room, to see if she was there or not. He needed to talk to her.

He followed his plan, calling out to Brenner.
"Dr. Brenner?" He turned around.
"Yes, Peter?"
"I have a terrible headache, would it be possible for me to end my shift a bit earlier today?" He smiled.
"Sure, just stay in your room and head to the infirmary if it gets worse."
And just like that, he hurried away.

Peter wandered off to the personal corridor, there weren't any cameras located around here. He lightly knocked on Fiona's door, praying for someone to reply.

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There was a knock at my door, I didn't bother to answer. If it was Brenner he would come in either way. My room was dark, I hadn't gotten out of my bed in 3 days. I think. I hadn't bothered to eat or drink anything. I didn't feel that it was important.

"Fiona?" A soft voice called out from the other side of the door. Peter?

I stood up, blinking intensely. He shouldn't be here. I pulled on a big t-shirt and turned on the light. I opened the door and was met by a worried Peter, looking me up and down.

"What has he done to you!" He looked at my neck, seeing the bruise the shock collar had left behind. I peeked out into the hallway making sure no one was near, before bringing Peter inside my room.

"What are you doing here?" I hissed. My voice was frail. Peter looked so worried, it made me weak. But he didn't answer me, he just stood there looking at me.

"You can't be here! What's going on?" I walked over to my bed and sat down.

"I was worried about you..." His voice broke. It looked like he was frozen in place.

"Why do you even care?" It hurt me to be mean to him, but it was for the best.

"Fiona, ever since the first time I laid my eyes on you. I knew you were special." He walked over to my bed, taking my hands in his. If only he knew what I had done.

"I tried to suppress it. But I couldn't. As I saw you deteriorate in front of my eyes, I just wanted to hold you and tell you that you were going to be okay." I looked at him, his eyes were filling up with tears.

I can't do this, I can't leave him alone. I need him.

"Peter..." I placed my hand on his cheek, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then I saw something I have never seen before. A single teardrop fell from his eye. It trailed down his beautiful cheek, oh so gently.

"I can't dare to lose you again,"

Again? What? He couldn't possibly mean?

"What do you mean Peter? Again?" He opened his eyes.

" I lost you once, 10 years ago..." He knew? But Brenner said...?

"You know?" I looked down at my lap, fearing the worst.

" I never forgot. Brenner thought he erased my memory, but I was too strong." So throughout all of these years, he had known what I had done? And he didn't hate me?

"Peter, I am so sorry." I felt tears falling.

"Fiona look at me," he placed his hand under my chin, lifting my head. I sniffled.

"You did nothing wrong, we were kids." He wiped a tear away.

"But I could have killed you!" I burst out.

I let go of his hand and stood up. I didn't want him to see me like this. I stood in facing a corner, softly crying, as I felt a pair of arms wrap around me.

"Fiona, I promise you. You did nothing wrong. In the end, it was my mistake. I was willing to die or you," he turned me around. He softly smiled.

"And I still am," he dried the tears on my cheek once again. I smiled.

"I have missed that smile of yours," I giggled. Oh god, what is wrong with me? I sound like a 13-year-old girl who just saw her crush walking down the corridor.

He leaned down, I could feel how his hot breath tickles my skin.

"Peter?" I looked deeply into his eyes.

"Mhmm," he hummed in response.

"I-," I couldn't finish my sentence before being abrupted by a loud banging and a deep voice.

"Fiona!?" It was Brenner

SHIT.