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Author's note: Remember in the early part of series one, where we're not entirely sure Peter isn't mad? Well I got thinking. What if the Heroes world was created by Peter's mind? It would be interesting wouldn't it? Hope you guys like this, nice reviews make me write faster.

Prolgue

Sylar was standing, electricity coursing through his fingers.

"Time to say goodbye." His voice as ever was smooth and rich.

"Peter." He shook his head. He couldn't afford distractions. Not now.

"Peter. You have to stay with me."

Sylar raised his right hand, and pointed it at him.

"You're running a fever. I know it's difficult, but you have to stay conscious."

He could feel the fire carousing though his fingers. He had to concentrate.

"He's not responding. We need to get him to hospital"

The fate of the world hung in the balance.

"...never seen it this bad."

The world faded to black.

"Thanks." Miriam Benn Isaac gratefully reached up, taking the cup from Mohinder. She sipped gratefully as the Indian sank on to the chair next her.

"How is he?"

"Stable for the moment." He paused uncertain of how to phrase the next part. "Do you know what brought this on?"
Miriam got to her feet.

"No." She lied, gazing through the hospital crisscross windows at the figure lying motionless there, tubes and wires leading off, his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat.

"Miriam!"

Miriam kept her eyes upon Peter's motionless form, while her hand stroked the scars that littered her left side.

"Heidi came today."

Mohinder blinked.

"I thought the courts labeled her an unfit mother."

Miriam shrugged, keeping her back to him.

"They changed their mind."

"And Nathan left you to deal with her?" Mohinder could hardly keep his surprise at the insensitivity out of his voice.

Miriam shrugged.

"Angela's in France. He's in Washington and Tracy somewhere wining and dining the great and the good."

She shook her head.

"It's my fault. I shouldn't let her get to me."

"The woman nearly killed you!"

"So did nearly half the population of Afghanistan." Miriam said, "But they don't get to me this much."

She grabbed her phone.

"I've left messages for Nathan and Tracy. I'd best check my messages."

Mohinder spoke briefly with a nurse to check that a sufficient amount of saline was been fed into Peter's vein and to check his electrolyte balance.

Both were off, but no more than was normal when Peter's fever was at this level.

He was checking the heart monitor readings, when Miriam reentered, her face grim.

"The FBI are after me." She said.

Checking his messages gave Nathan 100 reasons to skip the fundraising dinner, and about a million reasons to consider firing his PA.

"Which hospital is he at?"

Nathan Grit his teeth and pulled at his tie, his mind running over the options. Miriam's message had been short and to the point.

"Beth Israel, I think." He replied, leaving a message with the desk of the Parisian hotel where his mother was staying.

"Not as good as the Lincoln, but we can work with it."

"We're not," Nathan said, pushing the redial button. "Working. With this."

Natasha blinked.

"With all due respect, part of your lead in the poll comes from your image as a single father and a family man."

"She's not answering. Must still be in the hospital."

Nathan hit the button, getting Tracy's voicemail again. It felt like on the women in his life, were ignoring him. With one exception.

"Truman has a one percent lead on you in the polls. If we want to win this, we have to push the family angle."

Nathan attempted to blot her out, watching the traffic pass by. He hit the recall button.

"Get a crash cart on standby!"

Mohinder's finger's searched clumsily for a pulse at the neck. Peter's breath came in desperate rasps.

The pulse was strong, but far too rapid.

"Come on, Peter, it's O.K., but you have to relax."

Peter's body arched against her fingers, as she tried to restrain him.

"Ventilator Now!"

His lungs arched. Breathing was agony.

His chest felt like it would explode.

Then a cool hand ran across his forehead.

"Breathe Peter. Breathe."

Nathan was here. It would be alright. He closed his eyes and let the darkness take him.

"Belay that." Miriam straightened up, shoving her hair out of her face. She turned her attention to Nathan.
"Where the heck have you been?"

TBC