Author's Note: I don't own Heroes. This story was inspired by the story 'What Country, Friends, Is This?' Which is a good story, and you should read it. Lol. Anyways, the idea behind it(which the story I was inspired by) is that Nathan, Not Peter, was the one to get amnesia and ends up in a foreign country. This story explores another angle this idea.

Enjoy and please tell me whatcha think?

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He opened his eyes to find a completely white room. The flourescent lights were so blinding, that he had to shut his eyes again for a moment, before re-opening them to find a much less hostile light. After another moment his eyes completely adjusted, giving him a moment to scan the details of the room.

A person with a white coat came in, holding a chart in his arms. He was almost six feet tall, and had short brown hair that was slicked backwards, and a pair of wireless framed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He looked up at him and smiled, his green eyes radiating with compassion, and that of hope as a younger physician.

The doctor began to speak, but He couldn't understand him. He furrowed his eyebrows just slightly. "I...I don't understand." He replied softly, his voice sounded hoarse and weak in his own ears.

"Oh, You speak english." The doctor said in revelation. "I'm Dr. Cole Botts, You can call me Cole though. And You are?" Cole asked him for his name. He blinked a few times, and his eyes furrowed even further.

"I...I don't know." He confessed in a voice no louder in a whisper. "Do you know where you are?" Cole then asked. He closed his eyes in deep thought, but found a blank mind. After a moment he re-opened them and sighed, shaking his head.

"The date?" The doctor asked another, scribbling notes down onto the chart in his hand with a blue pen. He glanced around for a moment, searching his empty mind until finally coming on an answer.

"November 8th, 2006." He answered looking hopefully to the doctor. Cole simply sighed, another wrong answer.

"It's October 29th, 2010." Cole corrected him. He eyed the young physician up, that couldn't be right. It was 2006, not 2010. What happened? He tried to think back once again, but came up with nothing.

"Where am I?" He asked his doctor, not even opening his eyes. "A hospital in Florence, Italy." He felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something was not right about this, infact something was very very wrong. Why couldn't he remember his name? Why did he think it was 2006? He was fairly certain he didn't come from Italy, but didn't know where the original place was.

"You were found in a crater just outside the city in November of 2006. You were injuried badly, We had to remove your right arm and perform several skin graft surgeries to help you survive whatever happened to you. You've been in a coma ever since." Cole explained.

He opened his eyes and finally noticed the missing right arm. It had been reduced too merely a stub, cut off at the elbow. He also noticed that a good portion of his upper body on the right side had a series of scars from past surgeries.

He was overwhelmed, and started to panic; breathing heavily through his nose. He felt himself starting to convulse just slightly. "Calm down." Cole set down the chart and took a hold of him at the shoulders, tightly. "You need to breath, come on." He said calmly. The soothing tone of the man did nothing to help ease his manic behavior. After a moment, He finally faded back into the darkness.

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"You Go, I Go!"

"No! Peter!"

He gasped, his eyes popping open in shock. What was left of his right arm stretched out in an attempt to grasp something that was unattainable. He launched himself into a sitting position with the exertion he didn't have.

He was left winded, sitting upward, staring at his weak self in the mirror. He looked at his panting reflection with fatigue and confusion. The image in his head of himself was far different then the one he was seeing in the mirror on the wall opposite of his bed.

Before him was a weakened body, and it looked as though he was an old vietnam veteran. His hair was long, tangled, and speckled with gray. His face looked far older then he thought he was, covered with healing scars and etched in pained wrinkles. His bare chest was also marred with scars of so many surgeries that he didn't remember.

"You're awake." He turned his head slightly to the doorframe and saw Cole.

"How many surgeries did I have?" He asked numbly.

"23. We kept running into complications and had to perform them in short successions to keep you breathing." His doctor answered straight and truthfully. There was another silence, as he glanced back to his reflection.

"I don't remember anything. I don't remember what happened. But I do know somehow this is not where I belong...I can't explain it, theres just something completely wrong about this whole thing. I have a feeling...I have a feeling that I should not be alive." He rambled, his eyes not leaving his reflection in the mirror.

"It's called retrospective amnesia. You might be able to get your memory back, you might not ever get it back." Cole explained, his voice now at his side.

"How do I move on, when I don't know who I am? How can I?" He asked his doctor.

"Well, Right now, since you have finally woken up. You'll be moved to a home for people with mental disabilities, much like yourself. There, we can figure out what to do next, wether we can get your memory back, or we can get a new identity for you, papers, and help you move on." Cole explained to him. He nodded numbly in response.

"I need a hair cut..." He replied after a long moment of quietness. Cole chuckled, as he turned to look at the doctor and looked at him pointedly.

"Yes you do." The young doctor replied, smirking. "I'll have one of the nurses come in a little later." Cole continued. Cole then placed a hand on his shoulder and gently pushed him back. "You need to rest. Tomorrow you'll be brought to your new residence."

The doctor began to leave the room then. "Cole?" He asked, looking up at the ceiling. "Yes?" The doctor replied. "What will be my name?" He asked.

"Oh, well We've been calling you Gabriel since you got here. How does that sound to you?" Cole returned. The name felt wrong, but he needed one, even if it was just temporary until he figured out his real name. "Gabriel...Gabriel doesn't sound right, but It will do, I guess." He replied quietly.

"Good, now get some rest, Gabriel." The doctor said as he left. Gabriel closed his eyes and fell into an exhausted sleep.

TBC