A Light shines in the darkness

A Light shines in the Darkness

by Shakespeare's Lemonade

Rating: T - for violence and brief harsh language and alcohol references

Genre: Friendship/ Drama/ Action/ Family/ Romance

Summary: Life seems dark for our Heroes as the Company wreaks havoc.Mohinder is rendered blind and has to trust Sylar, while several unlikely heroes rise to the occasion. Sylar/Elle, Mohinder/OC, Peter/Caitlin, Claire/West, Nathan/Heidi, Maya/OC, Noah/Sandra.

A/N: This is another one of those stories that started as a one-shot and snowballed. This is one of my best so far and I hope you all like it. I'm going to start replying to reviews in the following chapters' author notes.

Main Characters: Sylar/Gabriel, Mohinder Suresh, Petrelli Family, Matt Parkman, Molly Walker, Bishop Family, Bennett Family, Maya Herrera, the Haitian, Caitlin.

OCs: Dr. Olivia Lawrence M.D. 30, Drew Lawrence 23, Jerry Schultz 70, John Michaels 21, James Lawrence deceased, Denise Lawrence deceased.

Disclaimer: I don't own it, but I should… maybe that's a matter of opinion. Thanks to Marinawings for listening to my ramblings and Sylar Bartowski for your wonderful compliments.

Chapter One

Darkness Has Fallen

Darkness was becoming customary. When one is trying to destroy a secret company, one must needs get used to Darkness. However, if Darkness gets to comfortable, it can consume one. Tonight, the darkness held something besides cover. Dr. Mohinder Suresh never saw it coming. He barely felt the blow to his head and he had no recollection of his fall to the pavement. In the dark alley something lurked, waiting for him to pass. He might have died that night, if not for his old enemy.

It was still dark when he opened his eyes. Where was he? His mind was blank. He could not recall how he ended up unconscious. He was lying down on a bed. He could fell pillows and blankets. He tried to sit up, but his head did not cooperate. It throbbed like he had slammed it into a wall several times and then had Matt sit on it.

Where is Matt…and Molly?

"How are you feeling?" A sudden voice asked. Mohinder tried to sit up again. "Whoa! Be careful. You've had a bit of a… well someone hit you with a blunt object."

"Why is it so dark?" Mohinder felt a hand on his arm.

"You have a bandage over your eyes. It may be a while before you can see again. Here, take these." The stranger handed him a couple of pills.

"What are they?" A glass of water was pressed into his hand.

"Aspirin." He took them and asked,

"Who are you? You seem familiar."

"Gabe," the man said shortly.

"Do you know me?"

"I know who you are, and what you're trying to do."

You know of the company?"

"Yes, and I want to help you."

Matthew Parkman was beginning to worry. He hadn't heard from Mohinder or Peter in several hours. Nathan Petrelli was still in the hospital in Odessa and, last Matt heard, the bullets had been successfully removed from his chest. Mohinder wasn't answering his phone. Molly had to go to bed without her bedtime story. Matt had tried to think up something, but he wasn't very original, and Molly had heard everything he knew. He finally decided to call Peter.

Whoever said 'no news is good news' didn't have a clue what they were talking about. When Peter answered his phone he sounded tired.

"Hey, it's Matt, is everything OK down there?"

"Yeah," Peter replied, "Nathan is 'stable', whatever that means."

"I thought you were a nurse."

"So did I, what's new?"

"Mohinder was working late tonight and he hasn't come home. I tried calling him and, well…I have no idea."

"He's… well, never mind"

"I know, he's the sort of person to get himself killed. Interesting I can read minds over the phone. I guess I just have to hope he's working and doesn't want to be disturbed."

"Isn't it after mid-night there?"

"It's one-thirty. Has Nathan said anything?"

"No he's still out of it," Peter sighed, "I think he's going to be OK."

"I hope so, and I hope Mohinder hasn't gone and done something stupid."

"You and me both."

Dr. Olivia Lawrence stared at her patient's chart. This was not making any sense. He didn't have any known disease, but he was dying nonetheless. It gave her the funniest feeling of déjà vu, but she brushed it off. She dropped the chart on her desk and rubbed her forehead.

"You alright doc?" A nurse asked from the doorway.

"Yeah, John, I'm fine," she replied.

"How was the funeral?"

"Better than I expected. I never knew how many friends Dad had."

"Oh, I almost forgot, did you see the news the other day?"

"No, what happened?" He looked up at the clock.

"Do you have a minute?"

"Sure." They went into the waiting room and he turned the TV to CNN. Olivia stared as the press conference in Odessa aired again. A man was shot, shortly after which, the man next to him, picked him up and flew out of the police station.

"No," Olivia exhaled, "That's Peter Petrelli!"

Peter sat beside his brother, lost in thought. He hadn't slept in three days. His thoughts exploded at the remembrance of Adam Monroe.

Why didn't I think of that?! He stood so fast, his chair fell over behind him. He surveyed the room and his eyes came to rest on a container of empty syringes. He took a step towards them and stopped at the sound of his cell phone ringing. What Now?! He looked at the screen. Olivia, who's Olivia?! He answered rather impatiently.

"What is it?"

"Uh, Peter? You probably don't remember me, but you were my Dad's nurse."

"Olivia! Yes, I remember. How is James?" Olivia was silent. "Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's OK. I need to ask you, though, this thing you do, how many others are like you?"

"A lot, I really don't have time for this."

"Well, when you do, call me. I… just call me." Peter gazed curiously at the lifeless phone.

Nathan! He grabbed a needle and filled it with his blood. He turned when he heard movement in the bed.

"Peter?" Nathan winced as the words came. "I'm alive?" Peter smiled.

"Yeah, you're going to be fine in a minute."

"Someone shot me."

"I know, just wait a second." Nathan saw the needle in Peter's hand.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"It's a part of the power I absorbed from Claire. Adam did it to you before." Nathan looked away as Peter injected him with blood.

"We don't have the same blood type."

"It doesn't matter." Nathan gasped as the healing blood started to work. The pain in his chest sharpened for a second, and then disappeared entirely. Peter removed the bandage and took out the IV. Nathan sat up and stared at Peter, who smiled.

"Why doesn't it matter?"

"You've heard of Adam Monroe?"

"Yeah." Peter handed Nathan his clothes.

"He healed you last week the same way. I guess I shouldn't have trusted him, but… you were right, he was using you."

"That's nothing new. I think Ma… well, I know she's hiding something, but before we left New York she told Parkman how to kill you."

"Why?"

"I suppose she was afraid I couldn't stop you. Which says something about her sanity, or morality, or both, however you look at it." Nathan finished buttoning his shirt and let his arms fall limp at his sides. "I knew you didn't want to release the virus. However idealistic you may be, you're not crazy." Peter started walking down the hallway.

"Intentions don't really make much of a difference when you have no idea what you're doing."

"You were trying to save the world." Peter opened a door and they found themselves on the roof. "What are we doing?" Peter avoided eye contact with his brother.

"You're going home," he said.

"And you?"

"I have something to do. I'll be there soon."

"Peter—"

"It's OK Nathan. I have to go to the future to find someone. I left her there…"

"Who is she?"

"Her name is Caitlin. I met her in Ireland. We accidentally went to 2008. We saw what the virus did. Then when I came back, I left her behind. I have to bring her back. Don't worry. I'll be home for dinner." Nathan nodded. "Matt will tell you what's happened and what our plans are." Nathan frowned.

"I think my time may be better spent speaking with our mother."

"I hate to say it, but be careful." Nathan's countenance brightened.

"You too."