Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of the characters.

Author's Note: I really wanted to write a Heroes story, so I took a stab at it. This story takes place two months after the bomb.

I hope you like the first chapter!

Finding Peter

Erin Summers watched as their ferry approached the harbor. Her younger brother was sitting next to her his arms crossed stubbornly over his black T-shirt. His short curly brown hair ruffled in the breeze. The other people around them were tourists that had never been in New York, but Erin and her brother, Glen had been there once. Before their mother had passed away.

"I don't like this, Erin." The young woman heard Glen say. She tried not to pay much attention to him and merely focus on the skyscrapers in the near distance.

"I'm serious!" he whined loudly. "We're looking for a guy that probably isn't even in the city anymore. Why is this so important to you anyway?" Erin's nails dug into her palm as her hands balled up into fists. She was really wanting to hit her brother, but fought back the urge. Sure it had been three months since Catherine Summers, Erin and Glen's head strong mother had died of stomach cancer, but that didn't mean they had to dismiss their mother's final wish.

"Erin are you listening?" Glen whined to her again. A breeze blew Erin's curly black hair into her eyes. She brushed her hair roughly away, still trying not to listen to her younger sibling. "Mom probably made a mistake. Mom did make a lot of mistakes toward the end. A lot of innocent people got hurt 'cause of her mistakes." Erin hated her brother for bringing that fact up. She shivered at the thought of innocent and harmless people dying.

"Mom was a good person, but we have to move on." Erin listened to Glen in that moment. How could she move on from the only thing she knew? "It has been three months. Three months, Erin! What makes you think that this guy is still around and that he can actually help us?" For the first time, Erin Summers made eye contact with her brother. Both of their brown eyes staring into each other's never looking away.

"Because I trust her." Erin told her brother with utter hope. "I trust that even at the end Mom knew this guy would help us." Glen quickly turned his gaze away. Erin smiled to herself loving her younger sibling's reaction to her gaze.

"All we do is find him, Glen." Erin said turning away to look at the sky line. "All we have to do is find Peter Petrelli."

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Sylar walked the thin solid surface next to the sewage water underneath New York City holding his side. It had been two months since he had nearly escaped death, but still his side hurt. Hiro Nakamura had jabbed a sword into Sylar's stomach during his confrontation with Peter Petrelli.

He was a quick healer by nature, not by any power he obtained. That was the only reason he was alive. His wound still stung and there was a scar, but that was it. He had been in and out of the sewer tunnels for those two months getting food than going back into the sewers to heal. Hiding until the right time.

He often thought about seeking revenge against Peter Petrelli. He would have thought he'd be pissed at Hiro, since the scrawny thing had almost killed him, but no. Peter was the challenge. Peter was like him. Peter may have become the bomb, but he could still heal, which made him most likely alive. The villain in his twisted world. But he was in no shape to attack him. He wasn't stupid. He needed time to get stronger, to let Peter's guard down.

He watched as a rat scurried over his black boot. He flicked his wrist and watched the poor helpless animal fly into the wall. Its body dropped to into the water. Sylar watched with a smile as the body sunk to the bottom of the slime encrusted water.

Sylar looked at his watch remembering only for a brief second of his past life and his former normal watchmaker self. That thought was gone in less than two seconds. It was almost dark, which was when Sylar could escape and get some food.

He held onto the wall very carefully all the while coming up with new ways to get revenge on Peter Petrelli. Very soon.