Disclaimer: Heroes isn't mine, if it were I would have Milo's phone number...lucky me.

Spoiler warning: all spoilers are more like hints, but this story won't make sense unless you've watched Fallout (ep 11) since it takes place during and after

notes: this is to all those who feel sorry for poor Angela, because of all the things her crazy sons (mainly if not totally Peter) put her through. lol. Anyways enjoy!

Solace

"You need to make a decision on this one, Nathan," Angela Petrelli's voice was empathic and some what harsh. "You're down eight points in the polls."

"Don't you think I know that?" Nathan snapped while running his fingers through his dark hair. She raised her eyebrow. He was becoming so touchy these days. The phone rang putting an end to the hostilities. Nathan reached over and took hold of the phone. He took a deep breath and his composure became one of dignity and calm, as if his anger had instantly subsided. Angela knew that his anger would resume as soon as the phone was back on the hook. Just like his father. She sighed.

He answered, his voice casual and cool. A moment of silence passed while Angela watched her son's face trying to guess the identity of the caller. The blood seemed to drain from his features. "What?" His voice quaked with shock. A few more silent seconds passed. "Where?" His voice had become desperate. Angela felt chills rise up her spin. Has something gone wrong with the election? Some kind of smear campaign maybe? Just as her mind was reeling with all the possible solution for such a situation, Nathan continued. "Have my best lawyers on it now!" His tone was now strong and commanding, if even a little frightening.

"How bad is it?" Angela asked, sure her guess had been correct. Before Nathan could answer Heidi came into the room, probably to offer them lunch or one of the other kind things she liked to do. However, Angela watched Heidi's eyes travel to Nathan's face. One glance at him and Heidi's smile faded.

"What happened?" She begged.

"It's…Peter."

Angela felt her whole world crash down around her. She had heard much bad news in her life, but no words ever uttered had devastated her more than those two simple ones. It's Peter… Her mind flew back a few weeks to the first time she heard those words. Peter had jumped from a seventeen story building. Some said it was an accident, most believed it was a suicide attempt. Angela had to agree with the later. Peter's father had been chronically depressed and had ended his own life, and then she had found out it was hereditary. What else could she believe? But Peter was getting help now. Wasn't that what Nathan kept assuring her? But what if the treatments weren't working? What if…no she couldn't even bare to entertain that possibility.

"He's in jail," Nathan finally continued.

Even with all the pain bad news brings it doesn't begin to compare to the agony of waiting to find out just how bad the news really is. With this thought in mind Angela found herself sitting glued to the arm chair beside the phone, waiting for Nathan's call. He had already called to say he was boarding the plane that would take him to Texas. Texas of all places! He was on his way to Peter. If anyone could fix this it would be Nathan, but even that didn't keep her from worrying. She needed even know why she was so worried. Hadn't Nathan explained that Peter was merely a witness? Merely a person in the wrong place at the wrong time. Nathan would go there, bring him back and then cover it up to look like none of it had ever happened.

Still she couldn't ignore the nagging feeling in her gut. She shivered as the familiar thoughts rolled through her mind. She knew that something terrible was about to happen, but she didn't know why. It was an irrational fit of anxiety and it was so bad it made her feel sick.

"Staring at it won't make it ring faster." Angela looked up at Heidi. She had been so entranced by her own thoughts that she hadn't notice her daughter-in-law enter. Heidi wore a sympathetic smile, but her eyes reviled the concern that was truly in her. Could Heidi feel it too? Angela shook her head. That couldn't be true. Get a hold of yourself. It's a figment of your imagination! Angela assured herself.

"I know it won't, Heidi," Angela finally brought herself to answer. "It's just that…"

"I'm sure you can still hear the phone ring from the patio. Why don't you get some air?" Heidi suggested. Angela was about to refuse when she examined Heidi's face. The look of worry was probably due to Angela's behavior as much as Peter's stunt. For Heidi's sake she decided to comply, even if it was only for a minute.

Angela rose weakly from the chair, and the sick feeling rose with her. She made her way out to the patio.

The sun beginning to set casting a beautiful array of colors across the sky and the weather was particularly nice for this late in fall. Under normal circumstances Angela would have been elated by a day like this. Today the beautiful weather couldn't break through the dark clouds forming inside her.

She was about to sit down when a sound caught her ear. Laughter? She walked over to the balcony and gazed at the sight down in the yard. Alex and John, Nathan's two wonderful little boys, cased each other around. Alex tried desperately to catch his older brother while John, being four years his senior, found it easy to evade him.

Angela leaned against the balcony and watched them play. They were so carefree and happy that it broke her heart. Peter and Nathan used to be just like that. How long ago it seemed!

Alex stopped running and looked up at her. She smiled back at him. She had always seen so much of Peter in Nathan's youngest son. The same smile, the same bright eyes, the same love for life.

The promised phone call didn't come. It was getting late and the boys were already asleep. Even Heidi was getting nervous. Angela had tried Nathan's ceil phone several times, but he hadn't answered. Finally Heidi had suggested that they get some rest.

Angela lay awake, staring at the ceiling as if it would yield some answer to assure her; but no such answer came. She turned over and shut her eyes.

She felt a breeze brush across her face, such an unusual feeling. Had Heidi opened a window? She opened her eyes slowly and a gasp escaped her lips. She was back on the patio, gazing off the balcony at two boys playing below; but this time it wasn't Alex and John. Instead before her she saw Peter and Nathan as children. The two were laughing, running and casing each other in identical fashion to the way the boys had played earlier that day.

Then Peter stopped and looked up at her just as Alex had. He smiled brightly and waved.

Suddenly Angela felt a hand grab her shoulder. The abruptness caused her to start and her surprise only grew as she turned around. Before her stood Peter as he looked now. His eyes seemed to penetrate her. She was about to throw her arms around him when he stopped her.

"Do you trust me?" He asked

"Yes for course I do!" She said somewhat taken aback by the question. He suddenly put his arms around her and ran for the balcony. She clung to her son, terrified.

"Peter what are you doing?" She practically screamed when he suddenly jumped off the balcony dragging her with him. The plummeted for the ground. She shut her eyes tightly when suddenly she realized they were no longer falling. She opened her eyes and gasped for the second time. They were hover above the ground! She looked up into Peter's face, unable to utter a word. He smiled at her and carefully sat her down on the ground. "Peter you…you flew!"

"It will work out Angela. No matter what you hear…this will work out. I'm going to save the world." As he said the words he seemed to moving away from her as if pulled by some unseen force. He didn't fight against it or even seem to notice, he merely smiled that reassuring smile she loved so much. She reached out and took his hand. She pulled with all her might but he continued on.

"Peter please! Don't leave me," She begged.

"Trust me." He whispered the words and was gone.

RING! Angela sat straight up in bed. She was back in her own room, it was still dark and the clock said she had only slept a few minutes. Her breathing was fast, but her heart was surprisingly light. Trust me The words were whispered again and again in her heart. RING! The phone rang again. She reached for it and pushed it up to her ear.

"Hello?" Her voice shook as she spoke.

"Mom," Nathan's voice was so weak that she barely recognized it. "I'm with Peter…he…something happened Mom." He sounded like he was suppressing tears. "He stopped breathing and…" his voice cut off for a moment. "We're at the hospital now…he won't wake up Mom…he won't wake up…" Nathan couldn't continue. Angela felt tears weld up in her eyes. Her body was quacked with sobs. A thousand questions assaulted her poor mind, but they were all swept away by a gentle whisper. Trust me…it will be ok.

After Thoughts: More to come soon!