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Fic- Whatever it takes 4

Title- Whatever it takes 4/?
Author- Faythbrady
Show/Ship- Heroes, Sylar/Claire, Peter/Emma
Disclaimer- I have magic powers. You will believe I own it all.
Summary- Peter and Sylar are trapped in a world of pink and lace, but who's the one ready to break?
A/N- To anyone who has ever had to spend hours listening to wedding talk. Next Chapter is ready and I will post very soon, this is mainly filler again.

Chapter 4

They were two of the hardiest men on the planet, both had been through indescribably pain and anguish. One had been torn to shreds by a nuclear explosion, and the other had his soul removed piece by piece. Between them they'd lost mothers, brothers, friends, their liberty, their freedom and their hearts. But they'd also found each other.

The two of them had been bonded by sheer force of will and they knew that if they stood side by side then nothing could ever hurt them.

Peter leaned over. “Please get me out of here.”

Sylar's eyes scanned around them, his pulse quickening. He could see no escape, no way out. “I'm sorry, Peter.”

Desperation filled Peter's soulful eyes. “This isn't happening. There has to be a way.”

Sylar shook his head in defeat. He had looked, he had plotted and this time he had failed. They were trapped, with no way out.

“Oh, god,” Peter sank low in his chair.

“I never knew you were such a drama Queen,” Claire said with a laugh. “Who would have thought the mighty Peter Petrelli running scared looking at wedding dresses.”

“This isn't wedding dresses,” Peter said with a scowl. “Oh, no. Wedding dresses would be fine. This-” he swept his arm around gesturing to their surroundings, “this is a nightmare.”

Claire followed his eyes.

“Ok, so maybe bringing you guys here wasn't the best plan ever.”

And it hadn't been.

A Wedding Faire was not meant for mortal men, Peter thought. Oh, he and Sylar had managed to sit still for most of the dress parade and only showed signs of boredom towards the end (but, to be honest, by that point even Claire seemed to be losing the will to live). Peter knew she was only holding it together for Emma's sake.

Then they finally got to leave the auditorium only to be herded in with the crowd who were looking at the rest of the paraphernalia that came with a wedding.

Photography booths and honeymoon locations and tuxedo hire, themed wedding venues and cake exhibition, glass wear, registration, priest hire, venue books, it just went on and on and on.

Elopement was looking better and better.

The only thing that kept Peter from running for the hills was the smile on Emma's face and the fact that almost every other man in here sported the same look of horror and resignation.

Including Sylar and he wasn't even getting married.

But maybe that was it. Peter eyed him shrewdly. He knew that Sylar had hoped to use this time to get closer to Claire, to have her come to know him better, and maybe strike a friendship with him that could one day lead to something more.

But Claire had fixed herself to Emma's side, proving indispensable to the blonde but ever elusive to Sylar.

Whenever the four of them met to discuss anything, Claire stuck with Emma and Peter. She was never nasty, or even impolite towards him but she was cordial and succinct and that was it. She never went out of her way to talk to him and avoided being alone with him if she could help it and Peter knew that it was getting his friend down, no matter how much he tried to hide it.

He was starting to look like a puppy denied a treat and Peter almost felt guilty for his happiness when it seemed Sylar's was so far away.

He suddenly wanted to shake Claire and beg her to see what he saw. Beg her to just look at Sylar like a man and forget who he had been. He knew that if she could just see him, properly see him, then things would take care of themselves. There was no way she could help but fall for him.

Maybe Peter could help a little.

“I think Emma's looking for me. This would be a good time for you guys to scope out the bachelor party tent.”
Claire blinked. “Me?” She chanced a look at Sylar. “I thought that was the best man's job?”

Sylar just waited, knowing that Peter would have a reason for what he said.

“The best man's job is to provide a bachelor party that the groom would kill for. The chief bridesmaid's job is to ensure it's nothing the bride would kill us for.” He grinned. “Sylar knows me, you know Emma. I'm sure between you guys you can come up with something.”

He patted Sylar once on the arm and headed off to find his fiancee amidst the fluff and frippery that came with weddings.

Emma was surrounded by pieces of paper. Hundreds of them in fans all over one of the tables. The colors spanned the spectrum from soft silver to the most eye-popping pink he had ever seen.

He tapped her shoulder and awaited until she turned to face him. “Not that one.” he pointed and she gave him a harassed smile.

“Choices,” she explained, her hands in a flurry. He caught her fingers and kissed the tip.

“Calm down.” He waited until the panic had ebbed from her eyes. “Now, what exactly are these pieces of paper for?”

“Invitations,” said a voice over Emma's shoulder. “They are one of the most important aspects. They set the tone for the whole wedding. It depends on theme, mood, guests, ambiance and personality. What is good for one couple isn't necessarily good for another. Is your wedding formal, casual, family only? Is it in a church, cathedral, civil ceremony? Do you require an insert with directions to the reception? All very important choices that need to be made.”

Peter gaped at the effusive woman in the plain black trouser suit. Well, that explained Emma's panic. She probably hadn't understood half of what the woman was saying and assumed she was missing something important.

Peter felt a sudden pang of guilt at how annoyed he had been. Not only was Emma trying to pull together a wedding, she was at a crowded faire where she wouldn't be able to hear half of what was being said. No wonder she was on edge.

He stroked her shoulders and scanned the table. “That one there.”

He turned her around and pointed at the one that had caught his eye.

It was one of those colors that seemed to change depending on the way the light hit it, if he shifted his stance it went from a cool iceberg blue to a glistening pink and then to a forest green.

Emma gave him a questioning look as she picked it up.

“When I saw you for the first time,” he signed slowly, “you were playing the cello. In the park, remember?”

She nodded carefully.

“This was the color I saw all around you.” He smiled gently and cupped her face. “You showing your soul to the world. It made everyone stop and stare in wonder and when I saw it, I knew that you were someone very special. This is the first time I saw you. Love at first sight, in these colors.”

Emma melted and leaned up to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her and breathed in her scent, calming himself. He couldn't believe he was so lucky as to have this.

She pulled away and he wiped the tears from her face. With a bright smile she turned back to the woman.

“This one.”

The woman, who had seen myriads of debate and arguments and bored acquiescence from grooms for years, felt herself smile for the first time that day. Usually she could tell when a couple was in this for love and when it was half-hearted and she had seen more than her fair share of shot-gun, expanding waistline or rushed engagements. She could usually pinpoint how many years a couple was going to last... if that. But this one, all he could see was his bride and she knew that this was a marriage that would last.

She took a deep breath and broke her own rules. “All right, if you agree to buy today I'll even throw in free table placements and do order of service for 10% off.”

She was rewarded by the young man's grin and the young lady's happy expression.

With Peter in tow, Emma felt much calmer.

Things hadn't been easy since they'd caved and sat down both mothers to tell them of the news.

“Wonderful!” Angela had trilled, “I know the best chef in the whole of New York and his shrimp a la mode is to die for. Xavier can do exquisite lobster gratin and caviar pleats that melt in your mouth. I'll call him now. What date are you planning on?”

Emma opened her mouth.

“Oh, a June wedding is a must,” Louise Coolidge said, patting her daughter's hand. “All my side of the family were June brides and their marriages were a success.”

“It'll be impossible to get the Plaza for this June,” Angela said. “The Roosevelt has a great function room but the service is not what it was. Perhaps the Hilton?”

“Mom!” Peter gave an exasperate laugh. “We can't afford anything like that, okay?”

“Nonsense, dear,” she said dismissively as she reached for her filofax, “every girl wants the best on her special day.”

“She's right, honey,” Louise agreed. “A girl only gets married once for the first time.”


Angela reached into her bag again. “Now you should choose four bridesmaids and no more, the symmetry of photographs depends on an even number of the wedding party. I'd suggest-”

Emma looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Hey!” Peter all but shouted and the two older woman stared at him. “Look, we appreciate the whole enthusiasm but we aren't a showcase. Okay, we don't want the Ritz or the Hilton. Or Chef Xavier and his amazing shrimp. We're gonna plan and pay for our own wedding, okay? It's our day.”

Angela pursed her lips. “Peter-”

“No, mom. This is Emma's wedding. Not yours. Or yours Mrs Coolidge,” he added carefully. “We'll make our own choices.”

His determination hadn't gone down well but Emma had appreciated it nonetheless. Her mother and Angela Petrelli had left with poor grace. Angela even slipped a card into her fingers and told her to call 'when' things got out of hand or if she needed some advice.

Wandering down these aisles and staring at the huge array of choice, Emma had wondered whether she would be better to do just that. She couldn't even decide on an invitation color, how was she expected to do everything else?

But the Peter had arrived and made it all better. Like always.

She held his hand tightly as they moved away from the invitation table. “Thank you,” she said.

Peter gave her his lopsided grin that never failed to make her quiver inside. “That's what married couples do, right. They help each other with hard decisions.”

“I was starting to think about calling your mother,” she admitted sheepishly and he shuddered.

“Looks like I was just in time. Besides I'm sure Claire would have helped if you'd asked.” He stopped walking and pulled her to face him. “You're not alone any more, Emma. I know you got used to shutting people out and cutting yourself off. Trying to do everything on your own to prove that you could, that you weren't any less without your hearing. But we're here now. We have each other. You have me and Claire and your mom, and yeah, even my mom if you want. No one will think any less of you if you admit you need help.”

She nodded wryly and poked him. “You too.”

He gave a self-deprecating laugh. “Yeah, it's a lesson I've needed to learn too. With Nathan gone I thought I had to shoulder it all alone. But now I have you and Sylar and...” he sighed. “We're so lucky to have so many people willing to help. We just need to have the faith in ourselves that they have in us.” He winced at her smirk. “Okay, lecture over. So what next? Flowers? Pictures? A tattoo for each guest?”

She shook her head and then frowned. “Where are Claire and Sylar?”

His half-guilty, half-smug look made her roll her eyes.

“Oh, Peter what did you do?”


( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
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Dec. 12th, 2010 09:00 pm (UTC)
thanks pet, Peter could have been such a great character and less of a whiny brat. I choose to remember him like that.
Dec. 12th, 2010 02:38 am (UTC)
Yep. I always recommend eloping. Weddings are hard work. lol

I really like this story. I'm still smiling. Pat yourself on the back. :)
Dec. 12th, 2010 09:02 pm (UTC)
my sister has a big thing for Joe Flanigan- huge thing. Glad you liked this.
Dec. 12th, 2010 03:43 am (UTC)
An update from you seriously just made my day (in a week of finals!). Can I beg for some Sylar/Claire stat? Pretty please?
Dec. 12th, 2010 09:02 pm (UTC)
your wish, my command. next two parts are full of Sylar. Review and i'll see what i can do.
Dec. 12th, 2010 05:36 am (UTC)
awww peter and emma are so cute together. nice chapter.

by the way, how did nanowrimo go?
Dec. 12th, 2010 09:07 pm (UTC)
I won! did a little happy dance, thankfully. I was worried since my brain started to dribble out of my ears :) thanks for asking.
Dec. 12th, 2010 05:37 am (UTC)
I really like the scene with Emma and Peter picking out the invitation paper. When the lady spoke over Emma's shoulder, I internally cringed a little. I also really like how you have Peter signing to her. So many people just have Emma read lips, but since sign is her first language and Peter's all about the empathy, I think that it's appropriate and in character for Peter to be learning ASL.

I love wedding porn so much in spite of myself. :) I'm not usually a big fan of Peter unless it's slash, but I'm loving this story so much!
Dec. 12th, 2010 09:08 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I have a friend who is deaf and she hates it when people just assume that she'll lip read, she says it gives her headache after a while and i figure that Peter will have figured that out, makes sense if he's gonna marry her.
Dec. 17th, 2010 03:58 am (UTC)
I love your Peter very, very much!
Jan. 9th, 2011 05:38 am (UTC)
Eeeee, once again. Peter/Emma. Loving it. \o/ Also, devilishly clever Peter is devilishly clever, getting Sylar and Claire all alone like that.
Jan. 19th, 2011 03:22 am (UTC)
Had to take a break to say that the idea for the colour scheme is the most amazingly romantic thing I think I've ever heard. Just absolutely melted my heart.

Aaaaand, now I read more....
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