Just to clear this up, I DO NOT OWN HEROES OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS! Also, Somehow, Sylar killed Mohinder and now has access to 'The List'. And he never got the Ice Manipulation-y power. And, yeah. And I will shut up now so you can read and HOPEFULLY like it enough to review.

Knock, Knock. Knock.

The girl pulled her tank top on as she walked to the door. She quickly looked through the very small glass hole in the door before unlocking it and opening it. "Yes?" She inquired.

"Hi. I'm Gabriel Gray. Are you Meghan Storm?" The man inquired her. He was tall, a wide jaw. He had pale white skin with midnight black hair that was short, and just barely spiking. His pale lips were surrounded by a thin layer of stubble and his dark eyes examined her silver eyes.

"Hi. Yes, I am." She greeted him. She opened the door to her apartment wider. "Come in."

"Thank you." He said as he stepped in, looking around. His eyes soon fell back on her. "We spoke earlier on the phone." He reminded her.

"Yes. I remember." Meghan said, running her fingers through her medium black hair. "You wanted to talk about, what was it you called it? My "Gift" or whatever."

"Yes. I'm a genetic scientist and I am doing research on genetic mutations. I have been doing this for-" He informed her, before she cut him off.

"You don't need to tell me your life story or anything. I get it." She said, smiling at him so he doesn't think she was rude. "You can sit down if you like." She suggested.

"Yes, thank you." He said, sitting down on the couch.

Meghan made her way into the kitchen area. "Coffee?" She inquired.

"Yes, please." He called back to her.

Meghan got out two small green mugs. She took the coffee pot and poured the steaming black coffee into them, before taking them into the living room. "Careful, it's hot." She warned him as she sat down in the single-seat couch that was to the left and down from him. Tucking her feet under her, she inquired, "So, what? Want me to show you? My "Gift"?" She asked.

"That would be great." Gabriel answered, taking a small sip of coffee.

Meghan concentrated on a small figurine on the shelf that was on the wall. It suddenly froze over. She gave a small smile to Gabriel.

He sat his coffee down and slowly made his way over to the frozen figurine. "That's amazing." He breathed as he took it in his hand, rolling it over and examining it.

"Not as amazing as you think." Meghan countered, breathing on her coffee before taking a sip.

"Yes it is." Gabriel said, walking back over to the couch. He sat down and looked at Meghan with intensity. "You-you could do so many things. You could be…different." He said, adding the last word on, lightly.

"Tell me, Mr. Gray, why do you have such an interest in this? These "Gifts"." She asked him, calmly. "Are you…tired of the insignificant?" She raised an eyebrow for a second. "Do you believe you could make a difference in the world?"

"I know you can." He countered. "If you actually tried."

"I didn't say I wasn't trying, did I?" She asked him, the corners of her lips, smiling. "I see these people, everyday. These "Normals." They walk around as if there they had nothing to fear. As if there weren't people like me in the world. People with powers. Gifts. They don't understand the true…significance of the world, Mr. Gray."

He seemed to have smiled as if he had just found something. "Please, call me Gabriel." He insisted.

-x-

"So, all these people have powers?" Meghan asked as she starred at the world map. People's names pinned on it with strings attached. "I know him. Yeah, isn't he running for congressman or something?" Meghan asked. "Nathan Petrelli?" She glanced back at Gabriel.

"Yeah. Flight, I think." He answered, glancing at the board as he did something on the computer.

"That's interesting." She stated, quietly. "Peter Petrelli? His brother?" Meghan turned to Gabriel. "Is this hereditary?" She asked him.

"That's what I believe. Why?" He swiveled his chair around to face her and looked up at her face.

"No reason." She answered, shaking her head. "So this is it, then? The list?" She asked, turning her gaze from him to the computer.

"Yeah." He said, swiveling around again to face the computer. "It's how I found you."

"Is…" Meghan began to ask, but trailed off.

"What?" He asked her.

"Never mind." Meghan said, dismissing it. Meghan saw him glance at her out of the corner of her eye, but was relieved he didn't ask further. She placed her hand on the back of his chair and leaned down so she could get a better look. "What does it mean when their names are red?" She asked curiously.

"It means their dead." Gabriel informed her.

"Oh." Meghan said. She glanced down at his watch, mindlessly, before looking back at the computer. She froze. She snatched up his hand and studied his watch. "Is this the correct time?" She asked him.

"Yeah, why?" He asked, looking up at her.

She let go of his wrist and grabbed her jacket, throwing it on. "Because I'm late."

"Late for what?" He asked her curiously.

"For picking my son up from elementary." She informed him.

"Oh. You're married?" He asked her, standing up.

Meghan sighed and looked down at the ground. "Widow, actually." She answered.

"Oh, I'm so sorry." Gabriel said, sympathetically.

"Me too." Meghan looked up at Gabriel. "He was murdered. By a man named Sylar. Top of his head cut right off and his brain missing. What kind of monster would do that?" She asked him, furrowing her brow confusingly.

"I heard about him. He…takes powers from other." Gabriel said. "Must be hard on you." He said, cocking his head.

Meghan nodded. "Harder on Jakob, I think. Can you imagine? Loosing your father at six years old? Not to mention…" She trailed off. "Well, I better get going."

"Yeah. See you later." Gabriel said.

"I'd like to talk to you more about this." She said before heading to the door.

"That would be nice." Gabriel said.

"You free tonight? Could have dinner with me and my son at my place?" Meghan invited.

"That sounds wonderful." He said.

"Great. Around seven." She said as she slipped out the door.

-x-

"I'm so sorry!" Meghan said as her son opened the car door. "I had a meeting with a man." She explained.

The little boy just hopped in and buckled his seat belt. "What's for dinner, mummy?" He asked her.

"How does chicken sound?" She asked him, driving off when he shut the door. "We're having a guest over for dinner." She informed him.

"Who?" Meghan glanced over at her son. He looked so much like his father. Neatly combed coffee brown hair and navy blue eyes.

"The man I had a meeting with. His name is Gabriel Gray. You might like him."

"Not another powice officer." The little boy sighed.

"No, this is different." Meghan told Jakob.

Jakob just sighed and stared out the window.