Disclaimer: The characters and all the events referred to in this story belong to the NBC show Heroes. This story is based off the movie "It's a Wonderful Life", which I also do not own.

Spoiler Warning: Will spoil all the way up to episode 9-homecoming.

Authors Notes: This is my 3rd fanfiction here on and I think I've finally got most everything figured out, maybe. This story focuses on my favorite character, Peter Petrelli, but don't worry fans of other characters wouldn't be disappointed (there are plenty). This is a 3 chap long story and I'm almost finished writing it. So as soon as I finish and edit the other chapters I will post them. Well I hope everyone enjoys.

Chapter 1: Insult to Injury

"Have you seriously lost your mind?"

Peter looked up at his brother in frustration. Nathan was pacing back and forward across the room, running his hand through his hair.

"You have lost your mind!" Nathan reiterated more as a statement this time.

"You don't get it Nathan…" Peter defended for what seemed like the fiftieth time, frustration leaking from his voice.

"Don't get it? Don't get it! What's there not to get? You go flying half way across the country to save a girl you didn't know from a guy you're were not even sure existed on the advice of a drug addict, just to get yourself arrested!"

"I saved her life Nathan! With no help from you. I mean, throwing paint on the picture? If you didn't believe in this stuff then why did you do that!"

"Simple. To stop you from doing something stupid, which appears to be an impossible task. Peter can you even comprehend how bad this looks? Do you even know how many strings I had to pull to get you out of jail? Not to mention all the work I still have to make sure this stays covered up!"

"I did the right thing Nathan!" Peter leapt from his chair, his fury rising quickly.

"How about trying to do the smart thing instead?"

"And let that innocent girl die? I don't think so." Peter walked across Nathan's house toward the front door. He heard Nathan shout something at him, but Peter ignored it. He slammed the door hard on his way out.

Outside again, the wind blew harshly against his face. Even the chill of it couldn't help to cool his fiery temper. He called a cab and rode back to his apartment, brooding the entire way.

His body went through the motions, but his mind was on a thousand different thoughts. Nathan's anger, Claire standing before him covered in blood, the battle with Syler, and his lonely time in prison all ran through his mind at once. Peter didn't realize he had gotten to his apartment until he was standing at his kitchen counter pouring coffee in the Abe Lincoln mug. He was so out of it that he nearly poured it onto the counter top.

Knock Knock! The sound startled him from his daze. Again came the distinct knock against his door. He knew only one person who knocked with such force and inpatients, his land lord Greg Murphy.

Peter opened the door and saw the small balding old man standing before him.

"Hello Mr. Murphy," Peter's tone was cold as ice from the anger that hadn't yet gone away.

"Mr. Petrelli," Murphy replied with equal coldness, it sounded much more natural coming from him than from Peter. "I need to speak with you." Peter nodded for Mr. Murphy to continue. "You haven't paid your rent this month."

"Sir about that see…" Peter began defensively.

"You realize I have a zero tolerance policy against tardiness?" Murphy glared hard at him. Peter nodded, he didn't like where this was going. Murphy crossed his arms. "I will need to see that money right away."

"Mr. Murphy…I…I don't have it…" Peter hadn't thought about this when he had quite his job, but he was bordering on broke already.

"There is someone interested in this apartment, so you have three days to move at Mr. Petrelli."

"Three days!" Peter's voice rose dangerously. "You can't do that!"
"I can do what I want Mr. Petrelli," and with that Murphy turned and disappeared down the hallway. Peter's anger had risen anew. He kicked the doorframe and stomped out.

He wasn't sure where he was going or why, but the feeling of the cold wind against him again was what he needed. The frustration brooded in his gut as he walked.

"What more could possibly happen?" He screamed at the sky. People walking by gave him strange glances and hurried past.

"Are you ok Peter?"

Peter recognized the familiar voice and spun around to see her. Simone Deveaux stood before him, her long brown hair tossed about in the wind. Her eyes bored into his with a look of worry. She was a sight for sore as for Peter, and a smile found its way onto his face.

"Hey Simone," He said, his voice gentle again reflecting more of his natural character. "I'm fine."

"Where are you headed?" She asked softly

"Just taking a walk," He replied, pure joy at being with her filling every part of him.

"In this weather?" She laughed. Her laughter sent ripples of delight through his being.

"It's not so bad. If you keep moving you don't even feel numb!" He chuckled.

"Can I join you?"

"It would be my pleasure," Peter bowed like the gentlemen of olden days, causing Simone to laugh again. She took his out stretched hand and they began to walk down the side walk side by side. Snow had begun to fall lightly, coating the New York street in a small layer of sparkling white. Her presence beside him washed away all the frustration from the day.

"So what is a beautiful lady like you doing out here on a day like today?" Peter asked.

"I came to see you actually," Simone replied.

"Oh?" Peter glanced at her, leveling his gaze with hers. The love for her in his heart spilled over into his eyes. She looked up into his endless brown orbs. Peter studied her gaze and was surprised at the emotion he saw there. Instead of the elation he felt, she radiated with reluctance and maybe even sorrow.

"I've been thinking Peter…" Her words were slow and precise. He could tell they had been rehearsed and that unnerved him more than a bit. "…about us."

"About us," Peter echoed. Those two words bringing to a halt all the joy and elation of the moment before.

"I've been thinking about this for days…" She continued. "I love Isaac."

"Isaac?" The words couldn't find a hold in his mind. He jerked his hand from hers, as if merely touching her caused him pain. She turned to face him full on.

"I'm sorry I led you on. I wasn't sure if I could keep loving Isaac. I wasn't sure if he would get clean. I wasn't sure of anything and with my father so sick…I needed you Peter. I care for you I honestly do but I…don't…love you." Simone touched his shoulder trying to send some comfort along with her words, but he pulled away. His mind was reeling from the sheer weight of her words. I don't love you. Those words rang again and again in his mind. The anger from earlier resurfaced with a fury. "Peter, are you ok?"

"Ok? Ya sure I'm great! Just great Simone," He spat the words out with venom she had never heard on his lips. He felt like there was a hole in his chest where his heart had been, and it was painful.

"Peter," Simone's words came out as a sob. She couldn't bare the sight of him like that. "I'm sorry." Peter turned from her and started to cross the street. He had to go he didn't know why, but he had to. He stepped out into the street and started to cross. "Peter," Her words begged him to come back, begged him to reassure her that there was a friendship left between them. He turned back to look at her.

"If you love Isaac, then go be with him." Peter threw back at her. Suddenly a look of terror filled Simone's eyes.

"PETER!" She screamed. He turned just in time to see the headlights of a taxi. The taxi driver slammed on the brakes. It was too late, the roads were too slick and Peter didn't have time to jump.

The only sound that matched the screech of the wheels was Simone's scream…

After Thoughts: I have only two words for everyone: Cliff hanger!! LOL. I couldn't resist. More to come soon, please review!!