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NOTES: This was written in 2009 on Futanari Palace, for a request
from frozonese. They had asked for something to do with Claire's
character in Heroes. Just so you know, I've watched maybe 2
episodes in the first season, so there's probably nothing
familiar in terms of canon or characterization... that's my
excuse, anyway; this can be called Alternate Universe, if you
like. Warnings for pregnancy as well, and some spoilers for those
who have never watched the show

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Title: Fall In Mutual Weirdness (Heroes fanfic)
Author: Elise Olisbos
Keywords/Codes: futa/dickgirl, fingering, handjob, oral, FF
Summary: Claire tries to deal with a normal life, while hiding
what she is.




Claire has been through a lot of shit. She has seen and done
things that would have turned most people's hair grey, but she's
been through it and out the other side in more or less one piece;
this, however, this kiss that her college room-mate gives her
right before they're told they are both new members of Alpha
Chi... it is so completely out of her league that she stands
there blinking in shock for a long moment as Gretchen steps back,
smiling awkwardly.

"I'm crushing on you," Gretchen tells her and looks uncertain,
like a puppy that wants to please but doesn't quite know how.

"Oh," Claire says. "Okay." She thinks a little bit. "Even with
my--"

"Yes," Gretchen gushes, nodding quickly. "Even with that...
strange freaky awesome stuff you can do."

Claire breathes out and nods her own head, trying to work through
the tumbling thoughts in her mind. Her room-mate knows about her
powers, the way her body heals itself after any injury. However,
she doesn't know about what Claire has been through because if
this blessed curse, the things she has seen and done.

But maybe Claire deserves a bit of weird happiness, just for once
in her life. Maybe she can choose her own way to be happy, no
matter what anyone says.

She takes another deep breath. "Okay. Can I show you something?
Not now though. Later."

Gretchen's face lights up, as if Claire had offered to give her a
million dollars. "Yes." She nods quickly, her brown hair almost
flying around her face. "You can show me anything."

The other girls choose this moment to blast into the room and
announce that they're a part of the sorority now, but Claire's
mind is still fixated on that kiss and Gretchen's smile is shy
but pleased.

*

They're locked in the tiny bathroom later in the night, away from
the other dorm-inhabitants, changed into sleeping clothes and
Gretchen looks as if she can't stop an excited little smile from
crawling over her lips. Claire smiles, calm on the outside but
oddly nervous within. She gazes seriously up into the taller
girl's face and says, "Just don't freak out on me."

"I've cut your hand with scissors before and watched it heal,"
Gretchen points out. "I don't think that there's anything you can
show me now that will freak me out."

Claire thinks about her danger-filled past, filled with
explosions and death and strange revelations about her family;
she knows that Gretchen, high-strung and kind of flighty, would
never survive anything like that. All she says, though, is,
"Alright, fine," and tugs down her loose shorts and restrictive
underwear.

Gretchen stares.

"You have a--" she starts and doesn't continue for a few long
beats, and Claire figures that it's kind of hard for someone to
wrap their mind around the sight of a limp dick hanging between
the legs of a person who is the epitome of blonde red-blooded
American female. Claire knows what she looks like, she well aware
of what other people think of her. She's sure that most people
would not even begin to suspect the different truths about her,
including this physical one.

"That's a, that's a penis," Gretchen manages to finish and clears
her throat. She leans against the wall near the tiny shower and
bites her inner lip. "Wow."

"I was born like this." Claire yanks up her clothing again and
turns to wash her hands at the sink; they're not dirty but she
just needs something to do right now, because she had never shown
anyone that before; even when that football player had been
trying to rape her in high school, he hadn't gotten that far
before trying to kill her. "It was removed when I was a baby, and
I guess puberty and my power grew it back. I have female parts,
too." She turns off the tap and braces her hands against the side
of the sink, staring at herself in the mirror; her own eyes are
dark with resignation at the possibility of being rejected
outright; she could deal with it, honestly, but it would hurt at
first.

"So." She drags out the word. "Still crushing?"

"More than ever," Gretchen answers promptly and this causes
Claire to close her eyes and smile.

*

Strangely, Gretchen is the one that pushes every step of their
relationship. Claire, who is used to being the catalyst of every
situation she's ever been in, the focal point of activity,
actually lets her. It's nice having someone take charge for once.
Gretchen pounces on her when she comes in from class one day,
kissing her deeply. She's a lot taller than Claire, just like 90%
of the entire world, and Claire has to tilt her head back as
she's pressed against the wall of the bedroom, her books pushed
out of her hands and onto the ground.

"My assignments," she complains around Gretchen's tongue and then
belatedly realizes that this kiss is going a whole lot further
than the first one they'd had. She flinches at the sensation of
Gretchen biting her bottom lip, hard, and she pulls back, lifting
a hand to touch her mouth. Gretchen, still pressed close, stares
down at her with a strange expression on her face.

"You bit me," Claire says in sheer amazement. The wounded skin
beneath her fingers begins to knit itself back together, pulling
back the small amount of blood that had spilled. "Why did you do
that?"

"I... just wanted to see--"

"Well, you saw," Claire snaps; she feels unusually betrayed and
can't explain why. "If you're done experimenting, I have some
work to do."

"I'm sorry," Gretchen says hurriedly, putting her hands on
Claire's shoulders and holding her still against the wall; she
looks very apologetic when Claire glares up at her. "I didn't
mean to do that, honestly, but I just wanted to know one thing:
do you feel any pain at all?"

"No. Not really." Claire looks away, sighing. "I used to, but now
I don't. I mean, I feel it, and I know the sensation is there,
but my brain just doesn't receive the signal any more. At least,
that's what I think."

"What changed that?" Gretchen asks, tilting her head curiously.
"The whole pain receptor thing, what happened?"

"Long story. Look, are you done? Because I have some work to--"

Her sharp tone is cut off as Gretchen kisses her again, gentle
like the first time but becoming sweeter as Gretchen cups her
face in both hands and lets their lips and tongues slide
together. Gretchen might not look like it, but she's a great
kisser, firm enough without being too hard and wet enough without
being too sloppy. By the time she ends the kiss, Claire's head is
spinning in a way it would if alcohol could affect her system.

"Can you feel that?" Gretchen asks with a small smile and kisses
her again, a quick peck. "And that?"

"Yeah," Claire breathes out.

"Then that's okay, right?"

"Yeah, that's totally fine," Claire says in a faint little voice
and she can taste Gretchen's smile on her lips as they kiss
again.

*

Claire discovers that, unlike before, when her cock had shown no
interest in being active, nowadays it's fairly jumping around,
especially when Gretchen has her hand down Claire's panties,
stroking the hardening flesh as she presses kisses into Claire's
neck and licks at her collarbone. Claire used to strap it down
securely in high school, making sure that it wouldn't show or
slip out when she was cheerleading; she would even tuck it in
while at her parents' house, but here with Gretchen, it's free to
be fondled.

When Gretchen tells her that she wants to suck her off, Claire
isn't quite sure what to say; she's never had sex before, but
it's not like she's saving herself for any person in particular.
She simply didn't have to chance to get into bed with anyone, her
life being as outrageous as it is.

"Okay," she says and Gretchen shimmies down Claire's body. She
kneels up for a moment, inspecting how Claire's precome has
dampened the material of the pink panties that she likes to wear
to bed. Claire watches her face, the way she looks as if she's
concentrating on some test. Gretchen removes the pink underwear,
making sure to lift the elastic waistband so it doesn't snag on
the thick erection.

After tossing the panties to one side, Gretchen settles between
her legs and pushes up her legs. She's wearing some dorky pajamas
with what looks like amoebas in the pattern of the material;
Claire had unbuttoned the top completely to cup her small
breasts, rolling her pink nipples between her fingers. For a
moment, as Gretchen ducks down to lick at the shaft of her
erection, Claire can see how her breasts sway a little, nipples
still firmly aroused; then Gretchen's long dark hair falls in
waves that blocks the sight. Claire doesn't need to see how
Gretchen sucks on the round head of her cock, anyway. She can
feel Gretchen's lips and tongue moving along her eager dick.

Claire moans as she feels Gretchen's fingers stroke at the folds
of skin where the small testicles that Claire possesses smooths
out into the soft, moist flesh that is the discrete opening to
her vagina. Her thighs tremble when Gretchen slips her fingers
in, even as her head starts to bob up and down; she isn't taking
Claire's cock all the way, she's no porn-star, but she's doing
this thing where she wriggles her tongue on the underside of the
shaft. Claire grips handfuls of the sheet and tries not to buck
up into Gretchen's mouth, because she would probably choke her,
but it's a very close thing.

When she's very close to coming, it appears as if Gretchen's
mouth gets a little tired, because she slides her lips off
Claire's dick and grasps it with one hand, looking up at Claire
as she strokes up and down. Claire has brought herself off a few
times before, so the angle of Gretchen's hand feels a little off,
and she's not gripping it firmly enough, but this doesn't stop
Claire's hips from jerking desperately.

She comes astonishingly quickly, one hand clamped over her mouth
to stifle the loud groans and is a little embarrassed over it.
Gretchen just smiles as she sits back and licks almost primly at
her fingers. Claire wants to tell her that some of the come had
splattered on her chest, but she doesn't have enough breath for
words now. Instead she sits up and presses Gretchen backwards,
helping her pull off her pajama-bottoms and straddling her waist.
She bends to lick at the skin right between her breasts; Gretchen
arches up as Claire's lips close over one of her nipples, sucking
hard and her hand fumbles down between her legs.

Claire reaches down between them as well, and her hands encounter
Gretchen's fingers, which are rubbing quickly at the lips of her
cunt. She touches her there too, feeling the shorn pubic hair
brush against her fingers and Gretchen parts them so that Claire
can push her fingers inside, pumping shallowly.

"Curl your fingers, a little bit," Gretchen tells her in a
whisper and Claire does so, watching the way her face wrenches
and her body shakes. She's about to tell Gretchen that she's
going to go down on her (and hopefully she won't fail miserably
at it), when Gretchen murmurs, "Put your dick inside me."

"What?" Claire croaks out and Gretchen looks a little amused.

"When you're ready again," Gretchen clarifies, going up on her
elbows to kiss the side of Claire's mouth, "You should, you know,
fuck me."

"Are you sure?"

Gretchen nods; then a slight frown appears on her forehead.
"Wait... are you a virgin?"

"What tipped you off?" Claire mutters, sitting back and pulling
her fingers out of Gretchen. She looks at the slickness on her
fingers and then licks them curiously, to see how it tastes. She
wrinkles her nose; not as bad as she expected, but sharper and
stronger than she thought it would be.

"Seriously?" Gretchen is giving her with a very sceptical stare.
"Looking like that?"

"What does the way I look have to do with anything?" Claire
actually looks down at her own body, her breasts still encased in
her pink bra. Gretchen huffs.

"Remember we went to the same high school? You were everybody's
wet dream, girl."

"Not everybody," Claire defends, but she's distracted by
Gretchen's fingers trying to coax life back into her dick.

"You were, for sure." Gretchen's touch is as insistent as her
tone; she tugs Claire to lie down beside her, hands roaming hotly
over Claire's skin until Claire is gasping again and trying hard
to keep the noise down. When Gretchen asks if she has any
condoms, Claire shakes her head and thinks that they're going to
end up not doing this, but Gretchen thinks for a moment and then
says, "Okay, just pull out of me before you come."

"That's not a good method of birth control," Claire lectures, but
the fact that she's kneeling between Gretchen's legs and holding
her newly-erect cock in hand negates that whole line of
discussion just a little bit.

"Who says you have viable sperm, anyway?" Gretchen wonders aloud,
all her scientific knowledge picking a hell of a time to come
forward for a debate. "You probably don't. And you're a virgin
and I'm clean, so that's a... oooohhhh---"

Claire laughs breathlessly at how Gretchen moans as she pushes
into her; she's warm and tight, and so slick. Claire actually
slips out of her at one point, and there's a little bit of clumsy
groping to get it back inside. When they finally get the rhythm
right, Gretchen's arms are wrapped around Claire's neck, moaning
into Claire's ear and licking the lobe of it as Claire's cock
tunnels in and out of her. Claire tries to pay attention to her
breasts, to use her thumb and rub at Gretchen's clit, but she's
overwhelmed by that little hitching whine the other girl makes
whenever Claire fucks into her.

By the time Gretchen is coming, they're both covered in a sheen
of sweat, everything is slippery and Claire looks down at
Gretchen as she arches up again, twisting violently and shaking.
Her pussy tightens and ripples around Claire, who has to pull out
quickly, because there is a quick dribble of come that is nothing
like the copious stream from before, but it's still there.

She's a little tired after all that, and a little hot on top of
it, but Gretchen curls around her smaller body and apparently has
no intention of moving for the rest of the night.

"Not bad, right?" she asks as Claire tries to get the sheets to
cover them both.

"No," Claire admits and resigns herself to the fact that
Gretchen's limbs will be sprawled over her all night; it's not
such a bad prospect, though. "Not bad at all."

*

They're predictably busy with classes, but they have time to have
sex regularly; Gretchen likes it on her hands and knees best,
when Claire is behind her, holding onto her hips and thrusting.
Claire loves it that way, too, because Gretchen is taller and
sometimes it's a bit awkward any other way... except when
Gretchen is on top, of course.

She's finally daring to hope that her life is settling down into
something resembling normality... or rather, as normal as it can
be when she's in a narrow bed with her room-mate. For some
reason, Gretchen prefers being in Claire's bed, and Claire
doesn't mind. Gretchen is just weird like that, although Claire
really has no room to talk, thinking of other people as 'weird'.
Besides, sometimes she can smell Gretchen's shampoo on her
pillows when she wakes up in the morning, when Gretchen has
already gone to class, and it's comforting to inhale deeply as
she snuggles under her sheets.

Gretchen chatters about her life when they meet for lunch, and
tries to get Claire to talk about her past, but Claire is pretty
good at changing the topic or simply refusing to answer any of
Gretchen's probing questions.

"The less you know about me and what I am, the better it'll be
for you," she says firmly during one of Gretchen's nosy sessions
and Gretchen looks disappointed at that, picking at her salad.

"But I want to know everything about you," she says, sounding
like a small child that has been denied their favourite toy. "Is
that too much to ask?"

"It's too much to ask of me," Claire mutters. "Look, there are
people who would stop at nothing to get close to me, and some of
them can pick information out of your head as easy as breathing.
And other people can erase the fact that you even knew anything.
It's just too dangerous."

"Oh." Gretchen nods, but her face is still a little sad. "I see.
I understand, I guess."

"I have a younger brother named Lyle," Claire volunteers, just to
get that look off her face. Besides, anyone who has information
on her knows this particular fact. "He's the one I grew up with.
I have two other brothers, but I haven't really spoken to them."

Gretchen looks a lot happier at that. "Thank you," she says
softly, obviously happy that Claire had decided to share even
that bit of information.

"Yeah, sure, no problem," Claire answers, waving one hand in a
vague motion... but to be completely honest, she's kind of glad
too.

There is one lunch-time, though, when Gretchen seems a little
troubled and is oddly quiet as she turns over her food and eats a
grand total of five fries. She doesn't eat much, Claire knows
that, but she still asks if anything is wrong. Gretchen's
response is a faint smile and the excuse that the whole pledge
thing is making her a little tired.

"I mean, all the waking up early to do stupid things, you know?"
She smiles in a very distant manner.

"Yeah, you're totally right," Claire agrees... but that doesn't
stop her from wondering.

*

One of the initiation tasks for the sorority goes completely
wrong, but Claire is not very surprised. She had been expecting
something like this to happen, for she was getting suspicious at
how content she had been with Gretchen recently. It was really
too bad that that some of the other girls had seen her body heal
after she was pushed onto a hook during a scuffle, but Gretchen
covers it neatly for the moment by telling them they had been
drugged. Their attacker is Becky, Alpha Chi's pledge master of
all people, and this pisses Claire off that the people trying to
harm her are already so close. This saddens her at the same time,
because Gretchen is visibly shaken by it. She shakes off Claire's
comforting hand when they get back to their room, wrapping her
arms around herself and trembling a little.

"I'll take care of it," Claire tries to soothe, sitting beside
her. "I know this Haitian guy named Rene, he can erase the
memories of the other girls. And I can find some other people
that can protect--"

"Could they protect a baby?" Gretchen blurts out, twirling a lock
of her hair nervously and Claire can't breathe for a moment.

"What did you say?" she finally attempts through stiff lips.

"A baby," Gretchen repeats in a very low voice.

"Whose baby?" Claire whispers, staring at the top of her bent
head.

"Our baby," Gretchen tells the floor. "I'm pregnant."

"You can't be," Claire says but, fuck, how stupid they've been.
All those times that they've been having sex: on the bed, on the
floor, in the shower, morning, noon and night... even that time
when Gretchen's period actually made her a little more horny, so
Claire knew she wasn't on the pill. She hadn't even tested if her
sperm was healthy, but obviously it was.

Nevertheless, she repeats, "You can't be."

"I tested like five times." Gretchen's voice is sullen. "I am."

"Oh, fuck," Claire whispers and puts her head on her knees.
They're both barely adults and Claire's unusual DNA would
definitely be passed on... the baby would grow up in a world that
hunted people like Claire, experimented and tortured them, chased
them from corner to corner of the word until... "You have to get
rid of it," Claire blurts out and Gretchen gives her a glare that
could melt paint off walls.

"Are you fucking insane? No, this baby is--"

"Gretchen, Becky nearly killed you," Claire reminds her,
hardening her voice even though Gretchen's eyes are filling with
tears. "You nearly died because they wanted to get to me. How can
we care for a baby when all that is happening around us?"

Gretchen is shaking her head, but Claire continues almost
ruthlessly. "And suppose it turns out like me? Suppose it gets
powers it can't control and it hurts other people?"

"Suppose it doesn't?" Gretchen says softly as tears roll down her
cheeks. "You... you can't be sure."

"The odds are that it will." Claire reaches out to try brush her
tears away, but Gretchen moves her head back. "Please, Gretchen."

"Don't you love me?" Gretchen asks. "I mean, having a baby is
hard, yeah, I know, but... we could do it together?"

Claire says, "I... I guess we could," but she's still very
hesitant, and Gretchen sighs. A very long silence reigns as
Gretchen picks at some thread in her sleeve.

"Could you go away for a little bit," she asks in a strangely
flat tone. Claire looks at her sharply and Gretchen laughs a
little, but there is no mirth in the sound. "I'm not going to
kill myself or anything, don't worry."

"Gretchen--"

"It's okay," Gretchen says tiredly. "Just... I love you, okay?"

She looks so tired and unhappy when Claire closes the door.
Claire can't stop thinking about her face as she walks aimlessly
all over the campus, thinking. The Texan sun beats down on her
head and she probably gets a sunburn, but her body is healing
itself quietly. Claire reached a decision when she gets close to
the dorms again: she wants them to have that baby. It's going to
be hard and they might face danger, but she's strong enough and
she's been through a lot, so they'll manage. They'll definitely
make it through.

Her surprise is very great, therefore, when she walks in to find
Gretchen kneeling on the ground and packing.

"I'm going home," Gretchen tells her and stuffs her clothes
haphazardly into her suitcase.

"Are you going to get rid of it?" Claire asks and she sounds so
panicked to her own ears. Gretchen looks up at her, shaking her
head with a sad little smile.

"No... I was thinking about what you said, though. That people
are always after you, and it'll be dangerous. It's better this
way." Her gaze is determined and she has that same look Claire
has when she knows she's going to do what she wants, and damn
what anybody says. Claire opens her mouth to argue with her, to
convince her to stay, it'll all be fine, but Gretchen just shakes
her head and Claire presses her lips tightly together.

Claire sits back on the bed, looking into her face; she reaches
out to brush some of Gretchen's hair out of her face and this
time, Gretchen turns her head and kisses Claire's palm, right at
the bast of the thumb. "Okay," Claire says and wonders when
Gretchen got so practical. "I'm glad," she says slowly, "that
we're going to have the baby. Thank you."

Gretchen shrugs, but from what Claire can see of her face, her
expression looks a little less unhappy than before. "We can tell
everyone that I got scared about the whole
Becky-trying-to-kill-us thing and I left. It was terrifying, in
any case." Her eyelids dropped for a moment and she shuddered
before going on: "This way, it'll be safer for everyone, you
know? And you can come visit me when you're sure it's okay. I'll
give you my address. I don't know how my dad is going to take
this, though and I'm not going to tell him that I got knocked up
by another girl."

"I don't know if I love you now," Claire murmurs after this long
speech and Gretchen's shoulders tense, "but I know that I will,
soon."

Gretchen's smile is brilliant as she stands up; she isn't a
particularly stunning person, but when she smiles like that, she
looks beautiful. She pulls Claire to her feet, bends to kiss her
cheek and whispers, "That's good to hear."

*

"Watch her for me, please?" Claire asks Rene as Gretchen drags
her stuff out to the waiting taxi; the driver is packs them in,
and she slides into the back seat without a look back to where
Claire is gazing out the window. Claire looks back at Rene, who
is impassive in the corner. "Just to make sure she's okay."

"And the baby?" Rene asks in his gently accented voice.

Claire squares her shoulders and looks in straight in the eye.
"If anything happens to her or the baby... I'll make sure to hunt
down the people who made that mistake and tear them apart."

"Of course." Rene's voice is calm, but Claire has the impression
that he's amused with her. "I will go now."

As he leaves, Claire stares out the window again, but the taxi is
already gone.

fin

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