The clock

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters they all belong to Tim Kring who is a genius. I'm just borrowing Nathan for a while. Also thankyou to Alie351 for beta reading for me :D

Nathan Petrelli sat in his office brooding. He hadn't felt himself in six weeks. Something in his office was not how it should be. Resting his elbows on the large desk in front of him touching his finger tips to his lips and closed his eyes.

Listening intently he tried to pin point what felt so out of place. He had been using the office for so long and he had never felt like something was this out of place, not even when he had first taken the room.

The only small thing he could hear was the small clock in the glass cabinet. As he realized this was the source of his unease his eyes opened slowly and his gaze fell on the clock. He was puzzled for a second; how could he hear such a small sound so clearly through glass?

But Nathan had never noticed the clock running slow before. He'd never really taken much notice of it at all. But now it was as clear as day to him that the clock was broken.

Sighing, Nathan looked from the clock to the door of the office and seeing his mother approach, tried to push the thought of the clock to the back of his mind as he stood smiling to greet her.

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