Lonely Adie, Not Forsaken
by: Shakespeare's Lemonade
Rating: T for violence and frightening content.
Genre: Romance/ Friendship/ Drama
Summary: Sylar has found a new hero, but he can't bring himself to kill her. What happens when her knight in shinning armor comes to save her, and she discovers that she is not alone? Set directly after Powerless. Sylar/OC, Peter/Caitlin, Mohinder/Elle, Nathan/Heidi, Claire/West.
A/N: This is what I think should happen after Powerless with an OC added. I love reviews! I don't know anything about the geography of Odessa, Texas so I just made it up :)
Chapter One
Never Powerless
"Get me a needle!" Peter shouted. Matt looked at him curiously. Peter sent the information over a different mode of communication. If I give him some of my blood, he will heal. Get me a needle, now! Matt sent out the order. Someone brought him a needle from a first aid kit. "Hold on Nathan!" Peter quickly drew his own blood, and then injected Nathan with it. Cameras pressed in on all sides. Reporters and news anchors clamored. Peter smiled. This was better than they could have hoped. The cameras caught it all. The bullets popped out of Nathan's chest and the wounds healed themselves. It was much better than just telling the world that he could fly. It was showing them that there were people who could do these things right in the middle of them. Nathan stood and showed everyone the healed wounds.
"Where was I?" He said, "oh yes, I can fly!" everyone gasped when he rose up off the floor and flew above them. "Pete, show them what you can do!" Peter joined Nathan in the air, while holding lightning in one hand, and nuclear energy in the other. He picked up a bottle of water with his mind and opened it. He poured it out over their heads and kept the drops suspended. "You'd better not!" Nathan said. Everyone was in awe.
"Hey!" Peter said, "what about Matt?" Nathan looked down at his new friend and smiled.
"Why don't you introduce yourself?" Matt smiled.
Hello, everyone, I'm Matt Parkman, and I'm the reason you all listened to his speech. I can make you do anything I want by putting the thought in your head. Now, let's hear it for the Petrelli brothers! No one could help cheering because Matt told them to. Ok that's enough. Then they all stopped. Matt smiled. "Ok I'm done," he said. Nathan landed next to him and Peter put the water back and gave the bottle to its owner.
"Thanks for letting me borrow that," he said, landing beside Nathan.
H H H H H H H H
Adrienne McCann opened her eyes to the bright spring sunshine. She smiled in her own sad way.
No more school, she thought. She had just graduated college and wanted nothing more than to put the experience behind her. She had her PhD. and now she could forget everything she had learned. Adie did not want to be a psychologist. Her parents had died several years ago and in their will, they left everything to her, provided she went to the school and got the degree they wanted. Adie was furious when she heard. She had never been close to her parents, hard as they tried to reach out to her. She thought she knew what she wanted, but in reality, all she really wanted was for someone to understand her. She knew no one ever understood anyone. She had decided to live the rest of her life on her parent's millions. She would do whatever she wanted and no one would care because she wouldn't let them. Adie didn't let anyone care about her. Little did she know that it was her choice, not theirs. She decided to go for a walk in the park. With this goal in mind, she walked down the street and bought a cup of coffee and a scone. Across from the café was her favorite place. It was a small park with several fountains and made a good thinking spot. She laughed at herself.
If you really thought that much we wouldn't be here. You just like looking at the fountains. She walked for a while before sitting on a bench by her favorite fountain. It was the biggest and had a large basin with a pillar in the middle decorated with some flying creatures, fairies probably. It was completely white and surrounded by benches and picnic tables. Adie closed her eyes and felt her environs. She loved the breeze in her hair and the sun on her face. She smelled the freshly cut grass and the evergreen trees. After several minutes of this, she took her napkin and folded it into a boat. Then she went over to the fountain and set it on the water. She moved her fingers back and forth in the water causing little waves to assault her tiny ship. This childish moment was the last happiness before the nightmare.
H H H H H H H H
Nicki Sanders pushed the burned wood off her and took a deep breath. She was alive, much to her surprise.
"Mom!" She heard Micah calling. "Mom!"
"I'm here!" She rasped.
"Nicki," Monica exclaimed, "we thought you were dead!"
"I didn't," Micah stated proudly. Nicki coughed.
"Let's get out of here," she said, standing.
"Maybe we should get you to a doctor," Monica said.
"I'm fine, let's go." Micah shrugged and followed his mom to the car. Monica was not sanguine.
"Ok," Nicki said on the way home, "this is the last time we do this, got it?"
"But, mom—"
"Micah! You almost got us killed! We can't do this anymore." Nicki began coughing violently and had to pull over.
"Do you want me to drive?" Monica asked. Nicki nodded and got out of the car. Just then, her cell phone rang. She answered it while getting into the passenger seat.
"Nicki, this is Dr. Suresh," the phone said. Nicki smiled.
"How is you nose?" She asked.
"It's fine thank you. Listen, your cure is going to be delayed a little while. We lost our supply, but I can get more. You will just have to wait a little while longer."
"You sound worried."
"No, everything will be fine. I just have other things about which I'm worried. You need not bother yourself about that. I will call you later. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
"Is everything ok?" Monica asked.
"Yeah, everything is fine. I just have to wait longer for something."
H H H H H H H H
Adrienne woke in darkness. Where was she? Had something happened at the park? She wondered if she was in a hospital, but she didn't feel injured. She surveyed her surroundings and discovered that she was in a small bedroom with no other furniture than the bed. She saw something familiar on the floor; her paper boat. This is quite curious, she thought. She sat up and tested the floor. It didn't cave in so she crossed it and tried the door. It was locked. Adie knocked softly; there was no answer. She tried again, harder this time. There was no noise from the other side.
"Hello!" She called, "is anyone there?" Adie was beginning to suspect less than benevolence from the other side of the door. She returned to the bed and sat down. Well, she thought, this situation is definitely not promising. Perhaps whomever put me here is out, or is it whoever? Regardless, I am not where I was and therefore must find a way back. My degree in psychology tells me that I am going quite crazy, unless I've been kidnapped. Oh, don't be silly, Adrienne. No one would kidnap you. You are invisible. Perhaps it's all a dream. Yes, a dream, I'll wake up soon. With that she went back to sleep, hopeful that when she woke up she would be in the park again.
H H H H H H H H
Claire was fixated on the television. They had just played the press conference for the tenth time. She couldn't believe that Peter was alive, and they were telling the world what they could do.
"Claire you already know what happened," Sandra said, coming into the living room, "why don't you call your flying friend to take you there?" Claire felt a knot rising in her throat.
"He won't come," she said.
"Of course he will, he'll do anything for you."
"What makes you say that?"
"I can tell. When you were kidnapped he was so worried, he insisted helping your father."
"He's mad at me."
"He'll get over it, we all do."
"But it's my fault."
"Well, apologize, even if you were right. He's worth it." With that, Sandra returned to the kitchen. Claire picked up her cell phone, hoping she wasn't too late. The phone rang several times, before West's voicemail picked up.
"I need to talk to you," Claire said, "You probably saw the news. I'm sorry. Please call me."
"I don't need to." Claire whirled around to see West standing in the doorway. She rushed over and hugged him tightly. "Whether you like it or not, there will always be an 'us' to worry about," he said. Claire smiled.
"Good, because I worried anyway. I can't believe I was so stupid."
"I'll forget it if you will. What did you need?"
"A ride." West smiled.
"Your chariot awaits."
H H H H H H H H
After the press conference, Matt said farewell to Peter and Nathan.
"I have to get back," he said, "I have a family that… uh worries." Nathan smiled, but Peter looked confused. "You can explain it to him." Matt left them standing in the airport terminal. As they walked back to their hotel, Peter asked,
"Is there something I'm forgetting?"
"No," Nathan said, "do you remember Mohinder Suresh?" Peter nodded. "Well, he and Matt have joint custody of a little girl named Molly, so they've sort of formed their own version of a family."
"How did that happen?"
"I think it was her idea. Matt rescued her when her parents were killed by Sylar and Mohinder cured her of the virus. She's a very lucky girl." Nathan's cell phone rang. "I hate these things," He looked at the caller ID, "never mind. Hello, Claire?"
"Dad! I saw you on the news! Are you ok?"
"Well, no one else has tried to kill me yet. How are you?"
"Oh never mind that, where are you?"
"Why?"
"Because I'm coming to find you."
"How does Noah feel about that?"
"I don't know. He had to go back to work for the Company to protect me. Now where are you?"
"I'm staying at the Super 8, but you really should stay where you are."
"Is it the one by the Wal-Mart?"
"Yes, how did you know?"
"Hello, I used to live there, and I won't ask why you're staying at the Super 8, much as I want to. I'll be there soon.
"But we're leaving in the morning."
"That's fine I'm almost there."
"Claire, this really isn't a good idea."
"Now that everyone knows about us we should stick together, and now my mom and brother will be safe."
"All right, I'll see you later. I missed you."
"I don't know how to respond to that."
"That's ok, neither did I."
H H H H H H H H
Mohinder set his phone down and rubbed his jaw, thoughtfully.
"We should go home," he said. Maya hadn't left her place on the floor. Molly was picking up the scattered remnants of Sylar's visit.
"What do we do now?" Elle asked. "If I go back without Sylar or someone of equal value, my dad is going to put me under lock and key."
"You can come back with us," Mohinder said, "Actually we would welcome your company."
"Why, are you afraid of the dark?" it was still the middle of the day.
"Yes," Mohinder picked up his bag and helped Maya to her feet, "let's go."
Back at the apartment, Mohinder locked the door.
"You two can have my room," he said, "I'll stay out here."
"When is Matt coming home?" Molly asked, sitting on the couch. Elle and Maya went to investigate their new home. Mohinder looked at the clock then the door.
"I don't know," he said, "soon, I'm sure. He is probably just working late on some mystery or other."
"You have no idea where he is, and you're worried too."
"Are you the mind reader now?"
"Misery loves company. If I'm going to worry you should too."
"You are quite insightful for a 10-year-old."
"10 and a half thank you very much," Molly thought a moment, "tomorrow."
"Happy early half birthday, then."
"We should have a party when Matt gets home."
"For a half birthday?"
"No, for the new additions to our family." Mohinder was taken by surprise. He considered the implications.
"Well, if they want to join our traveling circus, then we will have a party." Molly smiled.
"I can tell when you're trying to pacify me."
"Where did you learn a word like that? No, I think you are right, our family is growing."
"But we are not a circus."
H H H H H H H H
Adrienne woke once more in the dark room.
What is the deal? She thought. She glared at the paper boat. "This is all your fault," she said.
"What?" She looked up to see a man in the doorway. She backed closer to the wall.
"Who are you?" she asked. He did not answer, but came closer to her. The space between them seemed much too small for her taste. She suddenly had a horrific notion of what he was going to do. Adie pressed so hard against the wall that her shoulder blades hurt. When he was close enough to reach her, she felt a scream catch in her throat.
"It's ok," he said, combing strands of red-gold hair out of her face. A tear escaped her eye. A distressed expression crossed his face and he brushed her tear away. "I won't hurt you." Then he stood and left the room, locking the door behind him.