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This chapter's title comes from George Herbert.
Chapter Three:
Peter felt slightly anxious as he watched Ando sit nervously on the couch while Claude stood like a grinning gargoyle by the fireplace. His mother’s disapproving face stared at him out of the corner of his eye. Claire and Heidi were silent, waiting. Too many things were happening at once. People kept coming to him with their problems, when all he wanted to do was find his brother.
“Have you seen Hiro?” Ando asked him. “He saved me from the Brain-man, then took me back to Japan. I have not heard from him since. I am worried something went wrong.”
Peter forced his mind back to the plaza.
“He-he was there,” he said distractedly. “He stabbed Sylar.”
“So he is all right?” Ando asked hopefully.
“I don’t know,” Peter answered. “I was blowing up at the time. I asked him for help, but Sylar managed to throw him and he disappeared. I haven’t seen him or heard about him since I got back last night.”
“He could be anywhere, any time,” Ando whispered in horror. “When he must use his
power on short notice, it does not always go well. And he left his sword with me.” Ando pulled out the sword from his bag. “I had help getting it on the plane,” he said. “To give back to him.”
“Ando,” Peter assured him. “I’ll help you. But I also have to find my brother.”
“I fear your brother may not be fully…trustworthy,” Ando hesitated to tell Peter. He did not want to alienate his only friend in New York.
“That’s been taken care of,” Peter told him.
“When Hiro and I traveled to the future, he was a bad guy,” Ando answered him, wanting to be truthful.
“That future isn’t going to happen anymore,” Peter spoke forcefully. “The bomb was stopped.”
“But your brother is still a Congressman,” Angela reminded him. “He has great political power and potential.”
“Which I’m sure you’ll exploit very well,” Peter said as he faced her. “I don’t have time to talk about this, Ma. I just want to find him. Then you two can run the world together.”
“I will remember your comments in anticipation of that time,” she said brusquely before leaving the room. Claire almost thought she saw tears in her grandmother’s eyes.
“As cheering and delightful as all this is,” Claude spoke up. “How about we get
down to the meat of the matter? No matter what idiots around here have gone missing, more will if we don’t do something about it.”
“What’s your point, Claude?” Peter asked. “You were pretty quick to bail out last time there was a problem. Why are you so anxious to help now?”
“As I told you when you were busy arranging your innards back into place,” the older man chuckled. “There’s trouble coming. More and more people are exploding into their abilities every day. The people who mean them harm are going to keep on coming. If they don’t learn how to properly use their abilities, we may all end up locked in a lab somewhere or extinct altogether.”
“It was what your brother did in the future,” Ando agreed. “I think it is a good plan for them.”
“So you’re going to do something for someone else?” Peter questioned Claude. “What about taking care of your own skin?”
“My skin’s in danger too with all you nitwits running amuck,” Claude’s reply came ringing with sarcasm.
“Okay,” Peter said simply. “We’ll learn from you. At least I will. I admit you’ve helped me, somewhat maniacally, in the past. I can’t speak for anyone else though.”
“What about you, girly?” Claude spoke to Claire. “You want to go back to school?”
Claire looked up, surprised. She hadn’t really thought this had anything to do with her. She just wanted to find Peter and Nathan. Peter was found; that meant all she needed was for Nathan to be okay and she could go home. Her dad would take care of any problems with her ability. Then reality sunk in. Her dad could be part of the problem, and even if he wasn’t, he still had no idea how to handle being in her situation. He was too embedded in secrecy and autocratic decisions.
“Well, I-“ she stopped. “I’m willing to learn. I just have to find Nathan first.”
“That goes for me too,” Peter said. “Nathan and Hiro have to be found before any educating is done around here.”
“I’ll look you up then,” Claude ridiculed. “When you’ve gotten all the bloody heroics out of your systems.”
***
Mohinder was up late. He’d been going over the events of the last few weeks. It was a lot to think about. Too many people were missing or close to death. But the thing he was most worried about, besides Molly’s well being, was the disappearance of Sylar. The man whom Mohinder had helped spread his monstrosities was now missing. He had to be found and made sure he was taken care of.
After seeing the events at the plaza and hearing other’s accounts of the same thing, Mohinder thought there was one person who could stop Sylar. The only problem was Mohinder had seen him blow up. He hoped Peter had survived the blast somehow. But whether he did or not, Mohinder wanted to make sure.
The next morning he went to the Petrelli mansion. He’d been there before and had been received unwelcomingly. He was greeted by the same woman and felt the same reception.
“What do you want this time?” she asked him bluntly. “No more dead sons to deliver?”
“I wanted to know if your sons were all right.”
“You saw what happened?” she said sharply, scrutinizing him.
“Yes, I did.”
“Come in,” she said as she seemed to make an internal decision. “Peter is here.”
“He survived?” Mohinder asked, astonished.
“Happens a lot,” Peter said, coming into the room. “Mohinder.”
“Peter,” Mohinder offered his hand. “I’m relieved to see you alive.”
“Me too.” Peter took his hand and shook it.
“I had a problem I hoped to talk to you about. What about your brother, though? Is he…?”
“Don’t know,” Peter said tightly. “He’s missing.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Thanks. So, this problem of yours?”
“It’s Sylar,” Mohinder said in a low voice, looking sideways at Angela.
“I’ll just go check on everyone,” she said disdainfully. “Since you insist on bringing home all your strays, Peter.”
“Thanks, Ma.” Peter was being sarcastic, but he led Mohinder into the living room
without saying anything else.
“Sylar is gone.”
“He was stabbed. Hiro stabbed him,” Peter said firmly.
“I know. But his body hasn’t been recovered. A blood trail led to a sewer opening. I don’t know what happened after that. Peter, it is imperative that he be dealt with.”
Peter rubbed his temples. Too many problems all at once. And hadn’t he already been called to fix the Sylar problem? Well, that hadn’t gone well. Maybe that meant he had to fix it again.
“You have no idea where he is?” Mohinder shook his head.
“I’m afraid not. But I’ve been busy taking care of Molly and dealing with the others who were in the square.”
“Which others?” Peter asked, confused. Sure, he remembered a blonde woman, but he’d been pretty much focused on not blowing up most of the time.
“There are many people like you, Peter,” Mohinder told him. “Just like my father said. I’ve been finding them, but somehow, they were all brought together that night. Some sort of destiny is at play here.”
“We’re talking about destiny again,” Peter said wryly.
“You brought it up first, before,” Mohinder reminded him.
“I know. Listen, first thing I have to do is find my brother. I need to find Hiro, the Japanese guy. After that I’ll help deal with Sylar in any way I can. I also have someone here that’s willing to help us learn about our abilities. I think you would be useful in that department. I don’t know how soon, but we’ll talk again, because this needs more time than I’ve got right now.”
Mohinder nodded.
“Of course. This is my phone number. Stay in touch.”
“You too.” Peter showed Mohinder to the door and then went back in to deal with all of his ‘strays’ as his mother put it.
Mohinder went home, where he relieved Niki of her duty of watching Micah and Molly. Niki went to the hospital and Mohinder stayed home with the kids, trying not to concentrate on the unknown future ahead of them.
***
It had been several days and Meredith was worried about Nathan. She’d never seen him so out of control. He acted like a baby and so she took care of him like one.
It was morning now and she was cooking breakfast while wondering what to do with him. His family and the government were probably looking for him, concerned for his well being and not knowing where he was. She’d hoped he would have regained his senses by now, but it looked like she was going to have to call someone.
She took Nathan’s scrambled eggs to him, but almost dropped them when he said,
“Thank you, Meredith.”
“You know me?” she asked, shocked and relieved.
“Yeah, yeah I do.” Nathan took a sip of his coffee. “Thank you for everything.
But I have to get back to New York.”
“What, just like that?” Meredith sat down across from him. “Don’t I get some sort of explanation for all this?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Does it have anything to do with our Claire?” she asked on a hunch. “Did she
find you?”
“Yes,” Nathan answered reluctantly.
“Then uncomplicate it,” she said sharply, maternal instincts rising. “You have no call keeping anything about her from me.”
Nathan wondered if any slimy politician’s trick could get him out of this.
“Okay,” he acquiesced and told her about the bomb. But the short version, leaving out Linderman and the more fantastic details.
“So Claire’s all right?”
“She was fine,” Nathan assured her. “But I have to get home now.”
“I’m coming with you,” she said, determined.
“No. My family’s upset enough already.”
“Your wife doesn’t know about me or Claire?”
“No, and this wouldn’t be the best way to inform her.”
Meredith nodded slowly.
“I won’t bother you. I’m on my way to Mexico anyhow. Would, would you tell Claire something for me?”
“What?”
“Tell her I’m sorry.”
“I will,” Nathan said gently, knowing he should say the same thing.
“Eat your breakfast and get going then,” she urged.
“Could you possibly get something for me to wear?” he asked.
She smiled because he was wearing sweatpants and a huge t-shirt she’d borrowed from her neighbor.
“Nothing so nice,” she told him.
“Anything but a pancake breakfast,” he said, looking down at his shirt’s logo.
“I’ll be back,” she said and hurried out of the trailer. Nathan paced until she
returned with a button up shirt and pair of jeans that he put on gladly.
“Best I could do.”
“Thank you. I’ll pay you back.”
She hesitated before saying yes. That was new for her.
“O-okay,” she said.
“I’ll be in touch.” Then he was gone, out the door and into the sky.
As he flew, Nathan wondered if instinctive navigation patterns and sense of direction were included in his abilities. Somehow, he just knew he was going in the right direction.
Quicker than he would have thought, he saw New York looming on the horizon. He found an obscure place to land and then walked to his family mansion.
He didn’t have a key or anything, so he knocked. Heidi answered the door in her wheelchair. But when she saw that it was him, she stood up and threw her arms around him. Nathan walked inside with her and shut the door, feeling an interesting sense of closure. He was home.
***
Janice sat down a bit awkwardly next to her unconscious husband’s bed. She was still getting used to this whole pregnancy deal. She took hold of Matt’s hand and placed it on her belly, keeping her own hand on top of his. They sat that way for quite awhile. It was what Matt’s senses took in when he woke.
“M-matt?” She started as she saw his eyes were open. “Matt, you’re awake!”
“If you say so,” he said a bit weakly.
“I’m gonna get a doctor for you,” she said as she left the room. She returned with a doctor and several nurses in tow. They checked Matt over thoroughly and pronounced him completely out of danger and able to be released in several days though he would need extensive therapy.
Janice sighed in relief and thanked them profusely. They nodded and left.
Janice sat back down next to her husband and hit him as hard as she dared with his wounds.
“Ow!” Matt turned his head sharply to look at her and wished he hadn’t. His neck was really stiff.
“I had no idea where you were!” she hissed, using tone to express what her volume could not in a hospital. “I get a call. Your husband’s been critically shot on the other side of the country!”
He winced. He knew she would have this reaction. He could hear her thoughts racing, saying so many more things than what she spoke.
Matt was a cop. He lived through action and he didn’t always think of those left behind. He knew she deserved an explanation that said more than that he could hear people’s thoughts.
“Honey,” he said hesitantly. She looked at him with her face set in stone, despite the tears that had started to fall down it. He hoped he could get through to her. “I’m going to tell you everything.”
When he was done, she stared at him. He stared back, trying not to read her thoughts to give her privacy, wishing for a positive response. How he could get one after all he’d done, tried to do and maybe endangering her and their child in the process, he didn’t know.
“Um,” Janice swallowed. “I don’t exactly know what to say here.”
“Do you believe me?”
“Yes.” She met his eyes. “I believe you.”
“Then…what do you think?”
“I think I’m going to help,” she said quietly.
“Excuse me?” Matt was shocked. “Didn’t you hear what I said to you? Haven’t you seen that I’m lying in a hospital bed?”
“Don’t you dare say that to me after what you’ve put me through,” she snapped. “Of course I heard you. That’s why. You’re obviously involved whether you want to be or not and that puts me and our family in danger as well. It seems to me that there’s a great possibility that our child will inherit whatever it is that happened to you and I refuse to let him be targeted like you are.”
Matt smiled more than he had in days. Oh, how he loved this woman!
“I love you,” he told her so. She smiled slowly in return.
“You’re lucky I love you back,” she said sternly before leaning over to give him a kiss.
***
Hiro slowly opened his eyes. His surroundings didn’t tell him much. He was on a dirt floor with dirt walls and a door directly in front of him. Getting painfully to his feet, he tried the door. Nothing. Closing his eyes, he concentrated. He had to get home. He had to figure out what happened with Sylar. He had to risk using his powers.
Again, nothing. Hiro’s eyes widened. Had his powers disappeared again? How could this keep happening to him? Was there something blocking them maybe? He beat on the door, yelling in Japanese, to let him out at once.
“You cannot leave,” said a voice from outside as the door opened. Hiro almost fainted as his hero walked into his cell.
“We must know who you are. We must know the future.”
Hiro smiled nervously. He didn’t much like the idea of elaborating about Kensei’s
death to him. Or that of anyone else.
He really wished he could use his powers.
This chapter's title comes from George Herbert.
Chapter Three:
Peter felt slightly anxious as he watched Ando sit nervously on the couch while Claude stood like a grinning gargoyle by the fireplace. His mother’s disapproving face stared at him out of the corner of his eye. Claire and Heidi were silent, waiting. Too many things were happening at once. People kept coming to him with their problems, when all he wanted to do was find his brother.
“Have you seen Hiro?” Ando asked him. “He saved me from the Brain-man, then took me back to Japan. I have not heard from him since. I am worried something went wrong.”
Peter forced his mind back to the plaza.
“He-he was there,” he said distractedly. “He stabbed Sylar.”
“So he is all right?” Ando asked hopefully.
“I don’t know,” Peter answered. “I was blowing up at the time. I asked him for help, but Sylar managed to throw him and he disappeared. I haven’t seen him or heard about him since I got back last night.”
“He could be anywhere, any time,” Ando whispered in horror. “When he must use his
power on short notice, it does not always go well. And he left his sword with me.” Ando pulled out the sword from his bag. “I had help getting it on the plane,” he said. “To give back to him.”
“Ando,” Peter assured him. “I’ll help you. But I also have to find my brother.”
“I fear your brother may not be fully…trustworthy,” Ando hesitated to tell Peter. He did not want to alienate his only friend in New York.
“That’s been taken care of,” Peter told him.
“When Hiro and I traveled to the future, he was a bad guy,” Ando answered him, wanting to be truthful.
“That future isn’t going to happen anymore,” Peter spoke forcefully. “The bomb was stopped.”
“But your brother is still a Congressman,” Angela reminded him. “He has great political power and potential.”
“Which I’m sure you’ll exploit very well,” Peter said as he faced her. “I don’t have time to talk about this, Ma. I just want to find him. Then you two can run the world together.”
“I will remember your comments in anticipation of that time,” she said brusquely before leaving the room. Claire almost thought she saw tears in her grandmother’s eyes.
“As cheering and delightful as all this is,” Claude spoke up. “How about we get
down to the meat of the matter? No matter what idiots around here have gone missing, more will if we don’t do something about it.”
“What’s your point, Claude?” Peter asked. “You were pretty quick to bail out last time there was a problem. Why are you so anxious to help now?”
“As I told you when you were busy arranging your innards back into place,” the older man chuckled. “There’s trouble coming. More and more people are exploding into their abilities every day. The people who mean them harm are going to keep on coming. If they don’t learn how to properly use their abilities, we may all end up locked in a lab somewhere or extinct altogether.”
“It was what your brother did in the future,” Ando agreed. “I think it is a good plan for them.”
“So you’re going to do something for someone else?” Peter questioned Claude. “What about taking care of your own skin?”
“My skin’s in danger too with all you nitwits running amuck,” Claude’s reply came ringing with sarcasm.
“Okay,” Peter said simply. “We’ll learn from you. At least I will. I admit you’ve helped me, somewhat maniacally, in the past. I can’t speak for anyone else though.”
“What about you, girly?” Claude spoke to Claire. “You want to go back to school?”
Claire looked up, surprised. She hadn’t really thought this had anything to do with her. She just wanted to find Peter and Nathan. Peter was found; that meant all she needed was for Nathan to be okay and she could go home. Her dad would take care of any problems with her ability. Then reality sunk in. Her dad could be part of the problem, and even if he wasn’t, he still had no idea how to handle being in her situation. He was too embedded in secrecy and autocratic decisions.
“Well, I-“ she stopped. “I’m willing to learn. I just have to find Nathan first.”
“That goes for me too,” Peter said. “Nathan and Hiro have to be found before any educating is done around here.”
“I’ll look you up then,” Claude ridiculed. “When you’ve gotten all the bloody heroics out of your systems.”
***
Mohinder was up late. He’d been going over the events of the last few weeks. It was a lot to think about. Too many people were missing or close to death. But the thing he was most worried about, besides Molly’s well being, was the disappearance of Sylar. The man whom Mohinder had helped spread his monstrosities was now missing. He had to be found and made sure he was taken care of.
After seeing the events at the plaza and hearing other’s accounts of the same thing, Mohinder thought there was one person who could stop Sylar. The only problem was Mohinder had seen him blow up. He hoped Peter had survived the blast somehow. But whether he did or not, Mohinder wanted to make sure.
The next morning he went to the Petrelli mansion. He’d been there before and had been received unwelcomingly. He was greeted by the same woman and felt the same reception.
“What do you want this time?” she asked him bluntly. “No more dead sons to deliver?”
“I wanted to know if your sons were all right.”
“You saw what happened?” she said sharply, scrutinizing him.
“Yes, I did.”
“Come in,” she said as she seemed to make an internal decision. “Peter is here.”
“He survived?” Mohinder asked, astonished.
“Happens a lot,” Peter said, coming into the room. “Mohinder.”
“Peter,” Mohinder offered his hand. “I’m relieved to see you alive.”
“Me too.” Peter took his hand and shook it.
“I had a problem I hoped to talk to you about. What about your brother, though? Is he…?”
“Don’t know,” Peter said tightly. “He’s missing.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Thanks. So, this problem of yours?”
“It’s Sylar,” Mohinder said in a low voice, looking sideways at Angela.
“I’ll just go check on everyone,” she said disdainfully. “Since you insist on bringing home all your strays, Peter.”
“Thanks, Ma.” Peter was being sarcastic, but he led Mohinder into the living room
without saying anything else.
“Sylar is gone.”
“He was stabbed. Hiro stabbed him,” Peter said firmly.
“I know. But his body hasn’t been recovered. A blood trail led to a sewer opening. I don’t know what happened after that. Peter, it is imperative that he be dealt with.”
Peter rubbed his temples. Too many problems all at once. And hadn’t he already been called to fix the Sylar problem? Well, that hadn’t gone well. Maybe that meant he had to fix it again.
“You have no idea where he is?” Mohinder shook his head.
“I’m afraid not. But I’ve been busy taking care of Molly and dealing with the others who were in the square.”
“Which others?” Peter asked, confused. Sure, he remembered a blonde woman, but he’d been pretty much focused on not blowing up most of the time.
“There are many people like you, Peter,” Mohinder told him. “Just like my father said. I’ve been finding them, but somehow, they were all brought together that night. Some sort of destiny is at play here.”
“We’re talking about destiny again,” Peter said wryly.
“You brought it up first, before,” Mohinder reminded him.
“I know. Listen, first thing I have to do is find my brother. I need to find Hiro, the Japanese guy. After that I’ll help deal with Sylar in any way I can. I also have someone here that’s willing to help us learn about our abilities. I think you would be useful in that department. I don’t know how soon, but we’ll talk again, because this needs more time than I’ve got right now.”
Mohinder nodded.
“Of course. This is my phone number. Stay in touch.”
“You too.” Peter showed Mohinder to the door and then went back in to deal with all of his ‘strays’ as his mother put it.
Mohinder went home, where he relieved Niki of her duty of watching Micah and Molly. Niki went to the hospital and Mohinder stayed home with the kids, trying not to concentrate on the unknown future ahead of them.
***
It had been several days and Meredith was worried about Nathan. She’d never seen him so out of control. He acted like a baby and so she took care of him like one.
It was morning now and she was cooking breakfast while wondering what to do with him. His family and the government were probably looking for him, concerned for his well being and not knowing where he was. She’d hoped he would have regained his senses by now, but it looked like she was going to have to call someone.
She took Nathan’s scrambled eggs to him, but almost dropped them when he said,
“Thank you, Meredith.”
“You know me?” she asked, shocked and relieved.
“Yeah, yeah I do.” Nathan took a sip of his coffee. “Thank you for everything.
But I have to get back to New York.”
“What, just like that?” Meredith sat down across from him. “Don’t I get some sort of explanation for all this?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Does it have anything to do with our Claire?” she asked on a hunch. “Did she
find you?”
“Yes,” Nathan answered reluctantly.
“Then uncomplicate it,” she said sharply, maternal instincts rising. “You have no call keeping anything about her from me.”
Nathan wondered if any slimy politician’s trick could get him out of this.
“Okay,” he acquiesced and told her about the bomb. But the short version, leaving out Linderman and the more fantastic details.
“So Claire’s all right?”
“She was fine,” Nathan assured her. “But I have to get home now.”
“I’m coming with you,” she said, determined.
“No. My family’s upset enough already.”
“Your wife doesn’t know about me or Claire?”
“No, and this wouldn’t be the best way to inform her.”
Meredith nodded slowly.
“I won’t bother you. I’m on my way to Mexico anyhow. Would, would you tell Claire something for me?”
“What?”
“Tell her I’m sorry.”
“I will,” Nathan said gently, knowing he should say the same thing.
“Eat your breakfast and get going then,” she urged.
“Could you possibly get something for me to wear?” he asked.
She smiled because he was wearing sweatpants and a huge t-shirt she’d borrowed from her neighbor.
“Nothing so nice,” she told him.
“Anything but a pancake breakfast,” he said, looking down at his shirt’s logo.
“I’ll be back,” she said and hurried out of the trailer. Nathan paced until she
returned with a button up shirt and pair of jeans that he put on gladly.
“Best I could do.”
“Thank you. I’ll pay you back.”
She hesitated before saying yes. That was new for her.
“O-okay,” she said.
“I’ll be in touch.” Then he was gone, out the door and into the sky.
As he flew, Nathan wondered if instinctive navigation patterns and sense of direction were included in his abilities. Somehow, he just knew he was going in the right direction.
Quicker than he would have thought, he saw New York looming on the horizon. He found an obscure place to land and then walked to his family mansion.
He didn’t have a key or anything, so he knocked. Heidi answered the door in her wheelchair. But when she saw that it was him, she stood up and threw her arms around him. Nathan walked inside with her and shut the door, feeling an interesting sense of closure. He was home.
***
Janice sat down a bit awkwardly next to her unconscious husband’s bed. She was still getting used to this whole pregnancy deal. She took hold of Matt’s hand and placed it on her belly, keeping her own hand on top of his. They sat that way for quite awhile. It was what Matt’s senses took in when he woke.
“M-matt?” She started as she saw his eyes were open. “Matt, you’re awake!”
“If you say so,” he said a bit weakly.
“I’m gonna get a doctor for you,” she said as she left the room. She returned with a doctor and several nurses in tow. They checked Matt over thoroughly and pronounced him completely out of danger and able to be released in several days though he would need extensive therapy.
Janice sighed in relief and thanked them profusely. They nodded and left.
Janice sat back down next to her husband and hit him as hard as she dared with his wounds.
“Ow!” Matt turned his head sharply to look at her and wished he hadn’t. His neck was really stiff.
“I had no idea where you were!” she hissed, using tone to express what her volume could not in a hospital. “I get a call. Your husband’s been critically shot on the other side of the country!”
He winced. He knew she would have this reaction. He could hear her thoughts racing, saying so many more things than what she spoke.
Matt was a cop. He lived through action and he didn’t always think of those left behind. He knew she deserved an explanation that said more than that he could hear people’s thoughts.
“Honey,” he said hesitantly. She looked at him with her face set in stone, despite the tears that had started to fall down it. He hoped he could get through to her. “I’m going to tell you everything.”
When he was done, she stared at him. He stared back, trying not to read her thoughts to give her privacy, wishing for a positive response. How he could get one after all he’d done, tried to do and maybe endangering her and their child in the process, he didn’t know.
“Um,” Janice swallowed. “I don’t exactly know what to say here.”
“Do you believe me?”
“Yes.” She met his eyes. “I believe you.”
“Then…what do you think?”
“I think I’m going to help,” she said quietly.
“Excuse me?” Matt was shocked. “Didn’t you hear what I said to you? Haven’t you seen that I’m lying in a hospital bed?”
“Don’t you dare say that to me after what you’ve put me through,” she snapped. “Of course I heard you. That’s why. You’re obviously involved whether you want to be or not and that puts me and our family in danger as well. It seems to me that there’s a great possibility that our child will inherit whatever it is that happened to you and I refuse to let him be targeted like you are.”
Matt smiled more than he had in days. Oh, how he loved this woman!
“I love you,” he told her so. She smiled slowly in return.
“You’re lucky I love you back,” she said sternly before leaning over to give him a kiss.
***
Hiro slowly opened his eyes. His surroundings didn’t tell him much. He was on a dirt floor with dirt walls and a door directly in front of him. Getting painfully to his feet, he tried the door. Nothing. Closing his eyes, he concentrated. He had to get home. He had to figure out what happened with Sylar. He had to risk using his powers.
Again, nothing. Hiro’s eyes widened. Had his powers disappeared again? How could this keep happening to him? Was there something blocking them maybe? He beat on the door, yelling in Japanese, to let him out at once.
“You cannot leave,” said a voice from outside as the door opened. Hiro almost fainted as his hero walked into his cell.
“We must know who you are. We must know the future.”
Hiro smiled nervously. He didn’t much like the idea of elaborating about Kensei’s
death to him. Or that of anyone else.
He really wished he could use his powers.
