A/N: I am the shittiest person for staring a new fic I know. Sorry people. But I got into Heroes and fell in love with a couple of characters. Please let me know if you guys want more.

Peter couldn't help but sketch what he saw. Roses...A bunch of roses, cluster on a shoulder. But why did he keep seeing roses. He wiped a hand over his face before letting out a frustrated sigh. Roses. What did that mean? He sat on the couch After fighting Sylar and finding out Claire was his niece, everything seemed messy. Everything seemed...scattered. What was going to happen to him? What was going to happen to the city.

He just wanted things to go right. But why did he keep seeing Roses. What would they lead him too. He wanted to call Mohinder ask what he thought the flowers meant. But would he believe him?

It was becoming all too much. And now Claire was to be sent away to Paris. Nathan and his Mother were being unreasonable. He needed Claire, for...something. And now Roses. On someone's shoulder. A tattoo maybe. But whose?

He lifted himself off of the couch and started to pace. He needed answers. Peter needed to see more. Needed to draw more.

"So if you're a ballerina, why don't you wear pink? Or a tutu?" The small girl colored in her drawing, glancing up once a few times at the woman.

"You're hilarious kid. Not all dancers have to wear a tutu. We do have normal lives. And we don't have that 'Ooh save me superman', look." The woman also colored in one the girls drawings. "We can be pretty bad ass too."

Molly giggled. "I think you're scarier than the boogeyman."

The woman cocked an eyebrow before shaking her head. "Oh thanks I'll remember that the next time you want me to come hang out." Molly giggled once more.

The woman jumped at the sound of footsteps coming from the hallways. She quickly jumped up, kissed Molly on the head, and vanished before the young girl's eyes.

This was a routine for Molly and the woman. Miloh. That's her name. Molly always thought it was a weird name for a girl. But Miloh never complained when the little girl teased her. She just shrugged it off and teased the girl on her height.

They met one year ago; Before Molly's parents were killed by the 'boogeyman'. Miloh just popped up one day in Molly's room.

"I found you!" Was all the little girl said to the older woman.

And that was that. Miloh never questioned it, neither did Molly. They were friends. Molly found comfort in the woman. and Miloh she grew to love the little girl. When she found out about Sylar she swore to keep Molly safe. And if visiting her meant keeping her safe then so be it.

Miloh fell into her mattress exhausted. Molly had been calling to her more and more lately and it was draining her to make the trip multiple times. But there was something Molly was terrified off. Something worse than the Sylar. This man looks back. Whatever it could be must have really spooked the kid. Molly never wanted to be alone after that.

Miloh closed her eyes in frustration. If only she knew what she was. Maybe she could help the girl.

Roses….Roses.

She shot up. "Hello?"

What does this mean?

"Anyone there?"

Her room changed as she got up off of the bed. A man paced rubbing his forehead muttering about roses. He looked at her...did he see her? She didn't touch him yet.

"What do they mean?" He picked up a pencil and a sketch book. He scratched hard and fast with a confused look on his face. After he was done he ripped some of the pages and laid them on the ground. After some time with the pages he sat back.

Miloh squatted down next to him with wide eyes. It was her. At least her torso. But it was her. The small moles scattered across her collarbone. Her hair framing her shoulders. Her tattoo on her shoulder. She looked to the man and then back at the drawings.

"Who the hell are you, man?" She shook her head. She went to place her hand on his shoulder but he jolted up at the sound of heels.

"Peter what are you up to?" An older woman with a stern face walked over to the drawings. "What are these? Nudes?"

"Uh...no! They're…" He began picking up each drawing. "They're something I saw. Someone I saw."

"Where's her face?"

"I can't see it for some reason...Like she's...blocking me." Peter looked up at her, still not seeing her.

"Peter?"

"I have to go." He dropped the drawings on the couch and made his way to the door.

"PETER?" The older woman yelled.
"I'll be back to say goodbye to Claire."

"Where are you going?"

"To find the Roses!"