Heroes: Paire Challenge #8


“Why aren’t any stars green?” Claire asked, back to the cool grass near the Petrelli’s summer home in the Hamptons.

“Something about how our eyes pick up light,” Peter answered, pressed warmly against her side. “They look white instead. There’s one!” his finger aimed to the shooting star.

“Fifteen,” she added to their total. “‘Little green men’?”

“Nah, ‘abuctees’ say they’re gray.” He turned his head. “Spock’s blood.”

She groaned. “Such a nerd.”

“It’s your game. I’m just counting meteors. Those trees?”

“Black. It’s night.”

Arm around her, suddenly they were skyborne. “Now?”

She laughed. The moonlight made them green.

Shooting Stars