Lost Edge - Peter Petrelli [1]

The Hard Part

3rd Person

Peter sits on the couch drawing in a sketchbook, Sage looking behind him, messing with his pencil with her power. Outside, car doors slam as Heidi and the boys return from their trip. "Come on, boys. Honey, we're home." Nathan opens the front door and heads outside. "How's my girl?" Monty and Simon run to Nathan. "Daddy!" He picks Monty up and reaches for Simon."Hey, boys, come here. Ugh! I got you."

Claire comes down the stairs and stops near the top. "Anything interesting happen while we were gone?" She watches Nathan with Heidi and his sons. Nathan gives Heidi a kiss. "Nope, everything was ... unbelievably ordinary. Wait'll you see what I got you guys." Nathan walks in carrying both Simon and Monty. Heidi wheels in her chair after them.

"What do you think it is?" Claire watches them walk across the foyer. Claire looks at Peter and Sage. In the next room, Peter watches Nathan with the family. He looks up and sees Claire smiling at him.

[INT. PETRELLI MANSION – BEDROOM — DAY]

Angela grabs a coat off the hangar as she enters the bedroom. Claire follows her.
"Paris is cold this time of year, so here's a nice warm coat. Brown wool." She stops in front of the open suitcase of the bed and starts folding the coat. "It's not flashy, but it's fashionable. Now let's talk about gloves." There's a light knock on the door. Peter is standing outside in the hallway.
"I'll let you three say goodbye."

She puts the coat down and leaves the room. Peter enters the room, Sage leans on the door way "You can't leave." Claire is packing. Sage closes her luggage with her power. Claire looks at her annoyed and opens the luggage again. "I have to. At least until the election's over."

"I found you in Odessa. We save each other. You end up being my niece. This isn't just random, okay—this is destiny."

"My father sacrificed himself so that I could have a life, not a destiny. You can't save me, Peter — not this time."

"And Nathan can?"

"Nathan can keep me safe."

"Safe?! You can't get hurt!" He stops. "You're here to save the world."

"How?! I'm sorry. I can't go around chasing some fantasy." Peter turns around and partially closes the bedroom door. He goes back to Claire. "It's not some fantasy, okay? I explode. I see it. I wipe out this whole city. You, Nathan, everyone."

"You explode?"

"Yeah. Like a nuclear bomb."

"Nuclear? Like Ted."

"Ted? Who the hell is Ted?" I ask

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[INT. (NEW YORK) PETRELLI MANSION – LIVING ROOM — DAY]

Claire talks with Nathan. Peter watches from the side. "You're telling me this guy Ted Sprague blew up your house?" Claire glances at Peter. He nods for her to go ahead. "Yeah, pretty much."

"Don't you see this, Nathan? Maybe I'm not the bomb. Maybe this guy Ted Sprague is. Maybe we can stop him."

"You said you had a dream that you blew up New York City."

"Yeah, I also dreamed that I could fly. We know how that turned out for you."

"You can fly?" She asks Nathan, he rolls his eyes and shrugs. "That's cool." She says quietly "The election is tomorrow. Pick up the phone, call the FBI. We need to find him. Nathan ... trust me."

"I'll make a few calls." Peter seems appeased. He turns to leave the room. Claire nods and smiles at Peter. She turns to follow him. Nathan stops her. "Claire. You've been through a lot. You're very brave. I just want you to know that I admire that." Claire hesitates, then nods. She turns and leaves the room.