Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes…but do I wish I owned Milo!

A/N: I am a HUUGE Peter/Claire shipper. But I refuse to write a story until I get a DNA test showing me they are not related. Which is what I pray happens XD They can't be related! They are two pretty for that!

Prologue

(vision)

He was walking, to a place he could not find to meet a person he did not know. He shoved his hands into his black jacket and searched aimlessly around the street. It was eerie quiet for this time of night; there should have been other people around. Which made him ask the question, why was he by himself.

A crash ahead caught his attention. He brought his hands out of his pockets and hurried over to the noise. Turning the corner of 26th he found himself down an alley. He was hesitant to go down at first but did it anyway.

"Hello!?" He called out, "Is anybody out there?"

He heard nothing, shaking his head figuring it was just a loose animal he began to turn around when he heard the noise again and once again turned back. He saw a can rolling down the alley about 20 feet from him. It was clear as day.

Someone or Something was there.

Cautiously he walked forward and grabbed a piece of wood; preparing to defend himself if he had to. The noise began to be come more distinct, like a person, a muffled noise of sort. It was next to the dumpster, he counted to three under his breath and moved quickly to strike; when he suddenly stopped dropping the wood and kneeling forward to the ground. It was a young woman…and she had a pipe through her stomach. Peter began to check her pulse.

"Ms. Can you hear me?"

The women gasped and woke up opening her eyes; her bloody hand came forward to grab whoever was touching her. Peter took her hand in his.

"I am going to get you help, who did this to you...Ms…"

The young tried to speak, but only coughed, she tried again, "I'm Amy" She was able to get out, "…and…It was a man…he…he said he wanted what was mine…"

Suddenly she leaned forward grabbing his face pulling it to hers.

"Save me!" She whispered harshly, "Or HE wins"

(End Vision)

Peter woke up with a start and stared at the pad in front of him. It was his drawing…it showed him and the women of his vision. For whatever reason or another…he needed to find this woman, he wondered if she was connected to Sylar.

A.N- My first Heroes Fic. Just to let you all now. Hope you enjoyed it. I will try to update when I can.