A/N: I don't know how long this is going to be. Or what storylines from the show I'm going to use or what characters I might invent. Just a warning. I'll update as often as possible if people read it. I hope that you enjoy it. (Oh, most of it is going to be Paire b/c I like them. But who knows what else I'll do. It's a surprise for everyone!!!) Please Review!! I'm not going to write if no one revs…Enjoy!

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Chapter One:I Need You

PETRELLI RESIDENCE

MANHATTAN

"What do you mean?" The beautiful blonde asked as she fell into the chair beside her. She looked aghast as she stared off into space and tried to catch her breath.

"Claire, I-I'm sorry. I wish I could give you different news. But it's the truth. Genetics don't lie." Mohinder Suresh looked from the girl to Nathan Petrelli.

"Genetics don't lie…but you do," she snapped. His eyes widened at her outburst. "Let's not forget that you killed my father."

"Claire…"Nathan whispered firmly.

"No, Nathan, she's right. I did. That was a long time ago and we've all suffered through re-building and forgiveness. I hate myself everyday for believing in the company over your father." Suresh said quietly.

"I'm sorry Mohinder. I shouldn't have said that. I know that things have changed. I…" she inhaled silently. No one said anything for what felt like an eternity. Everyone was lost in their own thoughts and their own guilt.

"You're sure this is accurate? These new findings?" Nathan asked, almost afraid for the answer.

"I'm sure. I've checked and re-checked, repeatedly, ever since—I'm sorry Nathan, Claire. It's just not possible," he paused slightly. "There is no way that you two are father and daughter."

Claire looked at the man that she had come to, over the last three years, know as her dad, all she had left. For the last two she had lived in his home, become part of his life, spent time with him getting to know him and now, all of that was shattered. Just like everything else in her life, all that remained was broken promises and loss. Incomprehensible loss.

Nathan crossed the room as tears started to fall from his daughter's eyes. He did the only thing he knew he could do, he hugged her as she started to sob.

I wish you were here. I need you.

Claire wanted it more than she could explain. Maybe if she thought hard enough he would hear her and he would come. But she knew it was crazy. He wasn't there to hear her. He hadn't heard her in years and for years he never came.

MATT PARKMAN, MOLLY WALKER

BROOKLYN, NY

"Molly! Come on! Let's go or you'll be late!" Matt called from the kitchen until Molly came into the room. "Breakfast to go…" he handed her a bagel. "Let's go."

"Matt, you don't have to be in such a hurry. Mohinder always lets me take my time. Where is he anyway?" She questioned as they walked down the stairs.

"He had a meeting."

"With…?"

"I don't know Molly. I'm not his wife. Anything else?" Molly rolled her eyes as they walked out.

"Yes, actually there is. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?"

"Very funny." He smiled at her as they walked down the street to a taxi.

"I'm serious."

"I'm sorry. It's a big day today. I'm a little nervous."

"That's right!" Molly smiled. "It's your interview for captain. Do you think you'll get it?"

"I don't know. We'll see," Matt smiled. "Don't forget to go home with Micah. I'll call Niki when I'm on my way. Mohinder will probably be tied up with meetings."

"Right…" Molly said sadly. "Good luck Matt. Don't cheat either, ok? Be safe. I need you. " She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Bye."

"Bye." He watched her exit the taxi and walk to the front door of the school. She was growing up so fast. Soon, she'd be gone and he'd be left with nothing else. He sighed as the taxi drove away from Molly.

It wasn't long after he sat down at his computer that he found himself speechless, unable to do anything but stare at the name on the screen. Janice. He hadn't heard from her in so long. Why would she be e-mailing him now? Curiosity burned within him as he debated with himself about reading the e-mail. In the end, the curiosity won and he found himself opening the message in his inbox.

His eyes scanned the message. It was short but he'd spent the last twenty minutes reading it. It just couldn't be. It had to be a joke, but then, he had a feeling that it wasn't. The part his eyes kept focusing on was the last one. Please help me Matt. I don't know where else to go. I know that I have no right to ask you to help but time it running out. Please just call me. 555-566-5902. I need you.

Matt sighed as he looked at the e-mail some more. He reluctantly picked up the phone and dialed. Then he hung up. Tapped his hand on the desk and dialed again. One ring…Two…Three…Four…he was going to hang up then it came.

"Hello?" His ex-wife's voice filled his ear.

"Janice, it's Matt."

ANGELA PETRELLI

PARIS, FRANCE

She was sitting in her living room. It was quiet except for the noise that came from outside the open window, which let in a nice breeze. It was dark in the room except for a light that came from the city lights. As she sipped her tea the breeze stopped and the light was diminished. She stiffened in her chair. The footsteps that made way to her were slow. She turned in her chair and rose at the sight of him.

"Peter! You're alive!" She embraced him as he came close enough but he didn't return the hug.

"Why were you so willing to sacrifice one son for the other?" he asked her coldly.

She retreated from his arms and gazed at him. "Peter, it's more complicated than that."

"Well, explain it to me mother because I don't understand. It seems simple to me."

She sat back in her chair. "Well, of course it does. You have no idea what we've done for you or Nathan or even Claire. No idea what I've sacrificed—what we've sacrificed for you to be where you are." She sipped her tea.

"Yes, mother. You must have sacrificed a lot when you pretended that Claire was dead and never existed. It must have been a lot of sacrifice watching Nathan climb to the top of the polls, with your push of course. Then watching him lose it all after the explosion, I know that was sacrifice for you. I know it was a sacrifice with me, all those plans you had to give up so I could live a life of mediocrity."

"Stop it!" Angela yelled, rising from her chair. "I don't appreciate your tone. I am your mother. I've done more for you and those other miscreants than you will ever know."

"Tell me then. I need to know about Linderman and the company…about Bob and the order and Adam, the truth. Tell me." Angela sat back down.

"It's none of your concern," she warned as she sipped her tea.

"So many lies. So many secrets. All those people hurt along the way. You could have stopped it. But you didn't." Peter pressed as he paced the floor, never taking his eyes off his mother.

"I have no secrets Peter; you're overreacting. Everything is not about you." Peter stopped pacing and stood against the wall. There was silence.

Peter knelt down so he was level with Angela. "What is it ma?"

"What's what?"

"The secret. We all have secrets; we have to have them to survive. But yours, it's a big one isn't it? Tell me."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you and contrary to your accusatory tone, I didn't want you to die that night. You have no idea how thrilled I am to see you before me," she embraced Peter. "Don't lose faith in me yet Peter. I love you."

He sighed and returned her hug. "I love you. But I have no faith in you anymore." Peter pulled away from Angela, who had sadness on her face. "Mom, I have something to admit to you."

"What's that?"

"It doesn't matter what you want—I'm dead."

"What?" She whimpered as she touched his face. "H-how? You were alive…ho—who? Who killed you?"

"You did."

Angela Petrelli sat up in her bed. She rubbed her temple as she climbed out of the bed and moved toward the bar. She poured a glass of scotch and took a drink. "I can't do this anymore. I can't live like this, with this lie. I need—"

"It's for the best. No one can know yet." A man's voice replied in response.

HIRO NAKAMURA & ANDO MASAHASHI

TOKYO, JAPAN

"Hiro, are you sure this is the next move?" Ando asked his friend.

"I am sure. Peter Petrelli is somewhere. I know he is not dead. We need to find him. If we go to the future, we'll find him. Maybe future Peter can tell us where now Peter is. If this painting comes true, then we need him to save world again." Hiro stated simply.

Ando looked at the painting. "I don't want this to come true. Isaac Mendez must have painted a lot of pictures before he died. They keep turning up."

"Yes and this is not good." Hiro said as he rolled up the painting. "You with me in the quest to find Peter? I need you. "

"Yes." Hiro smiled at his friend. "Wait, do we need to go to get cheerleader first or later? And what about this flying boy?"

Hiro thought for a moment. "Maybe they will be together. We can do that after we do the other two things."

"Two? Now there's two?"

"Yes. Before we find Peter, we need to find out how many paintings like this Isaac Mendez painted. He never painted just one."

"Isaac is dead Hiro."

"Yes, so we go back to when he was alive." Ando smiled and nodded as Hiro picked up his sword and the painting then touched Ando's shoulder and closed his eyes.

NATHAN, HEIDI & CLAIRE PETRELLI

They all sat in silence. Heidi stroked Claire's hair. She had become more than her step-mother, she was her friend, especially since Peter…a lot had changed since Peter. Claire needed her. She needed Nathan. She needed Monty and Simon. She loved them all, even Angela she sometimes tolerated. What would life be without them? She had no one else. They were her only link to remembering Peter and now, that was gone. Just like him.

"I don't care what DNA says. Claire will always be part of this family," Heidi spoke, disrupting the silence that had spread throughout the room. Claire smiled. It was such an adjustment in the beginning with Heidi. It took a lot of getting used to but then, they bonded so deeply. She really had been more of a mother than Sandra Bennett.

"I agree," Nathan said. "I love you Claire. I really do."

"I love you too. I just—my whole life is a lie. Again. Everything I've ever known for my entire life and then the Petrellis' happened…and now, it's a lie again."

"Claire, it doesn't matter." Heidi said softly. "We're still your family. Forever." Claire smiled a fake smile.

Not forever. You will all die but I won't. I'll be the only one, alone forever. I don't want to be alone. I need you. Why are you gone?

PETER PETRELLI

SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA

Peter sat on the balcony as the sun rose. He didn't sleep anymore. Not since he left it all. He never slept peacefully so he decided to not sleep at all. It was just easier. His defenses were down when he slept and he could think, remember, yearn, cry, feel guilty…it was too much for him.

He would be thirty soon and here he sat alone, hiding. He tried to not to think of the things he left, of his family, of Claire, of the pain…but he did.

He hated being alone because when he was alone he thought he could hear Claire, like he was reading her mind. Just last night he thought he heard her wishing for him. Her plee was so vivid. "I wish you were here. I need you." But he couldn't have heard it because she was nowhere close to him.

He only heard her when he was alone. When he was with people, the voices drowned her out. But he was always alone, so he always heard her. It was a vicious cycle that he couldn't escape from. There was no release from the torture that had become his life.

He longed for it though, the release of who had become, to be free again. He longed for it but knew he could never receive it. He possessed power, lots of powers. Gifts that people had killed for, but they were of no use to him. They didn't give him is freedom or his family. No one knew he was even alive.

He went home once. Flew there, invisible. He had to see them, see how they were doing. Nathan and Heidi were good again, both bonding with Claire. The boys were growing up handsome. His mother hadn't changed at all, still full of secret knowledge that she desperately wanted to share but couldn't.

Claire, she had grown up. She was even more beautiful now. In college. On that day he came, he was so close to her that he could smell her scent of vanilla. She was brushing her hair when he first saw her and took in her scent. She stopped when he got close and called his name. It startled him and he froze. She just rolled her eyes and reminded herself that he was gone. She went downstairs and he followed.

She hugged a guy at the door. He had shaggy brown hair and brown eyes, tall. He thought he looked a lot like himself. Nathan seemed to like him. Peter got close to him and examined him. He didn't like him, too much adventure in his eyes. But he made Claire smile and Peter loved her smile. He left after he found himself wishing he was the one making her smile.

Peter sighed. He missed them. If only he could be there. He knew he couldn't. It wasn't safe. But he couldn't shake the feeling that Claire and Nathan needed him. He couldn't go back though. Not yet.

A/N: That's it! Let me know if you like it and I'll post some more!!