Authors notes: Ok so I am writing this as if the carry on from Season three, but I won't be following the main plot line as, 1, Peter isn't all lone hero, 2, the whole story is going to be in a first person perspective, the character I've created. I am pretty sure that I am going to try and update as much as possible.
If you read this, can you please leave me tips on, what you like, what you don't like, as I find it helps me move forward quickly. Remember that this is my first Heroes fan fiction, and sorry this first chapter is slow, as I do have plans of picking up the pace, just need to set the foundations first.
XoXo
Emy


Chapter one

How did I?

"I'm so sorry," I said after rushing into a woman at the subway, she'd spilled her coffee down her, what could be an expensive suit. I'd always been like this, clumsy. The woman glared, like they all do before rushing off to their own lives. I glanced down at my own t-shirt it was going to leave a stain. I sighed looking around the station before seeing my train starting to pull in. I quickly picked up my bag I'd dropped running to catch it just in time. I'd never find a seat opting to stand instead.

Mostly today was one of the most nervous days of my life, it was the first day at the hospital, my first day as an intern. I glanced over to a man sitting down. He had Dark brown hair framing his face, his eyes a dark brown staring right up at me.

"Baking soda," the man said, his voice was deep, with a smooth undertone that caught my attention.

I blinked a few moments before pulling my bag closer to my shoulder. "I beg your pardon?" I replied. My English accent caught him off guard as he smiled to me. I'd not lived in New York that long, but no stranger had ever smiled at me in a friendly manner, so to speak.

He leaned forward, as to not have to yell his reply over the boy next to him singing along to what ever was on his ipod. "It can get that stain out." He leaned back, looking around the crowded train, his smile getting contagious as I let my own slip.

"Oh, well thank you, but I've had my fair share of stained clothes…" I pursed before replaying it in my head. "I'm clumsy." I pursed again while the man sat and watched me. "I know you don't care about my life, I'm sorry to be a pain." I now glance around the train hoping for something, or anything to make me feel less awkward.

He kept smiling until my stop; I'd rushed to get out the doors. Noticing out of the corner of my eye, he'd gotten off the same stop as me, but carried on my way to the exit, I rushed up the stairs to the street. Rushed to the edge of the sidewalk sticking my hand out, "Taxi!" I called at the same time as that smooth deep voice. I turned my head to glance at his face. One taxi pulled up, my eyes going to him.

"You can take this one." He smiled holding his hand forward, it seemed weird, in a city everything fast pace, and this man was offering me the taxi.

I sucked in a deep breath, it was November, and the air was starting to chill as I now pull my coat around me. "Where are you going? Maybe we can share," I placed my hand on the handle watching his eyes, they were dark, but they felt warm and friendly.

"I'm heading to Saint Vincent's," he answered while pulling a hat on. I'd started to open the door to the taxi; this was starting to feel weird. I was never one to believe in fate, or destiny.

I now looked to the drive, and then back to the man, "That's where I'm heading, I'm starting my internship." I felt proud, it was the first time I'd said it out loud. He was smiling at me.

"Well it's my first day as a paramedic…" he replied while looking to my hand on the handle, "you wanna get in, before he drives away." He added while my mouth formed the perfect O.

I opened the fully now jumping into the back seat, the man got in next. He looked to the driver, he was still smiling, "Saint Vincent's Hospital. Please," his voice quick before closing the door, the drive nodded before starting to drive. "I'm Peter by the way, Peter Petrelli." He held his hand out to mine; I felt my eyes lock onto his, my hand reached out touching his hand.

"Zoey, Zoey Tyler," I shook his hand before letting it drop, my eyes looking to the sky, it was a dull morning, like most mornings I've started to notice as the winter started.

The drive was slow, like it was from my test run the other day, I didn't want to be late for my first day of work, while in my own head, I side glance to the see the man watching me. "So, how long you've been living in America?" his question was simple, I now arched my eyebrow.

I'd never really had much luck with conversation, or making new friends in the city. I'd glanced out the window, "I've lived in America for about sixteen years, my father moved us here from Kent." I tried to keep myself from feeling like an idiot, maybe it was just my nerves.

"You kept hold of your English accent," he added to the conversation, his hands rested on his bag, he'd kept looking at me, and my hands felt nervously around my lap.

I'd never really knew what I was thinking, before I spoke. "Yeah well, my Dad never dropped his," I'd now glanced to the outside of the window, the sky clouded, and I was hoping it wasn't going to start raining.

Peter now nodded, his eyes glanced to the window, "So have you always lived in New York?" he asked.

"Do you always ask people you've just met so many questions?" I asked watching his eyes meet mine, but he shrugged.

"Not usually, but still, you seem too nice for New York." He put a lot of emphasis on the word nice.

I laughed, it seemed like Peter wasn't going to be a flash in the frying pan, of my life. I'd now bit my life before thinking of my answer. "Well I was sixteen when we moved to; North Carolina, Nashville, and then I went to do pre med in Northwestern. Then I did my Medical course in New York, so I've lived here, a total of three years now." I caught my breath while he laughed.

"Seems like a lot of moving about," he added while I shrugged, it didn't seem like a big deal to me. "Still too nice for New York." He added while I laughed.

I'd could see the hospital coming into view, I'd pulled my bag's strap over my head, to be more closer to my body. "I'm too nice in general…" I smiled, he leaned forward his hand brushed one of my stray mousy brown hair out of my eyes.

"Hold onto it, trust me, it's best to keep being yourself." He moved back as the taxi had stopped.

I'd smiled watching him open the door, and I did the same, I looked over at the hospital, my nerves coming back. "Well, I hope to see you around." I started to walk towards the hospital as I tripped on the pavement; I felt his arms quickly catch me. "Thank you." I added feeling my face flush over.

"No problem, and good luck with your first day," his words filled me with a new confidence. I'd glanced outside to see that it had started to rain, so I quickly waved him off before rushing to my first day as a medical intern Doctor.

*~*~*~ *~*~*~ *~*~*~ *~*~*~

"And I was saying that it wasn't easy, I had to work my ass off to get this position!" I was over hearing a fellow intern; he pretty much repeated the same thing. As the fact, one of our group was The Chief of medicines daughter. I sat in the locker room, I'd chanced into my scrubs, was looking into my mirror, my hair long boring shades of mousy brown and natural blonde highlights, my skin looked extra pale under the neon white lights. I wasn't interested in the mundane conversation that surrounded me. I kept focus on my eyes. I'd studied the mix of light brown and green, my eyes itching. Maybe it was a bad thing to wear contacts today. I reached into my locker taking my contacts case. "What do you think Tyler?" the man's talking to me; I looked up to him, but then shrugged.

"I think we should give her a break, she might be a good doctor…" I'd taken my contacts out, the fact most of the people referred to me by my last name, and I'd only known their names via their security badges. The man, other know by his tag, Toby, grunted walking out the room, most of the other interns followed him.

I'd taken out my glasses, I put them on before seeing I wasn't alone, "Hey, I'm Bethany, the one that Toby Simmons was complaining about." She sat down beside me, her eyes a light blue, her hair looked like a ravens wing. "Thank you, for not joining their cult." She added while I closed my locker door, I'd taken out my bag for lunch break.

"It was no problem Bethany." I'd stood up placing my bag on my shoulder; she smiled standing also with what look like an expensive purse.

"Do you mind, if I have lunch with you, just no one else will…" she sounded helpless, I couldn't understand, but then again it was a first day for both of us, and I didn't like the idea of eating alone.

I smiled before stepping out of the changing room, "yeah that's ok…" I felt hands grabbing me as I bumped into someone; "I am so sorry…"I started looking at who'd caught me, "Peter!" I added while trying to stop myself goofy smiling.

"Erm do you two know each other?" Bethany asked me, my eyes still on Peter, he'd let me go, so I straighten myself out.

"We shared a taxi here." Peter replied while holding a hand out to Bethany, "I'm Peter Petrelli by the way." He added while she took his hand, I watched trying to think, why it sounded so familiar.

"Petrelli, as in the same as Nathan Petrelli, the Senator?" her voice was getting excited as I stepped back from her. Peter kept his face straight.

I'd noticed the name before, but didn't want to bring it up, I'd felt happy when his eyes looked to her seeming upset. "Yeah, he's my brother," he now glanced to me, then to his pager. "Well I gotta rush, Zoey, I'll catch you later, to get your number…" he added while I blinked in confusion. "I'm going to ask you out on a date," he added as he rushed off, I stood still feeling Bethany tugging on my arm.

"come on, lunch…" her voice still excited, I glanced to her watching her grin big, "Got to say that must have been one hell of a taxi ride." Her voice was more cheerful as she started to drag me to the hospital canteen.

*~*~*~ *~*~*~ *~*~*~ *~*~*~

I stood against a way rubbing my hands against my face, the fact that we have to work the first shift being a twenty four hour shift, I glanced into the ICU, and it was my first twelve hour marker. I glanced to see that I wasn't alone. "So have you seen him again yet?" Bethany asked leaning against the wall next to me. She seemed to still look flawless, while I felt I looked the complete opposite of her.

"Peter, no." I stepped forward so I was standing in front of her, "Plus he was probably being nice, like real nice." I glanced around the corridor; Bethany chuckled while playing with her pager, "what?" I snapped.

Bethany clipped her pager back to her scrubs, her eyes looking me over, "I'm just thinking, maybe he thought you were cute, and wants to get to know you more." She now glanced around, "but that's just me, I have this thing, I can read people, and he thinks you're cute…" she smiled while I playfully shoved her; we started to head into the ICU.

I picked up a chart while Bethany stood by me, her eyes looking over the patient, who was in a coma. "How do you know, that he thinks I'm cute? Did you read his mind?" I laughed while she kept still, her face look haunted for a moment. "Bethany, I was joking." I laughed while looking over the chart, and then I glanced to the patients IV.

"But what if I said I could?" she spoke in a soft whisper, her eyes looked around the room, it was just the two of us, but I could feel tension building around us.

I couldn't help but place the chart down staring at her, my hand lifted before my face. "Bethany, I, how?" I now glance around the room, "I mean, reading thoughts," I folded my arms; this was either a weird dream or a bad joke.

"Ok, after lunch, while we was doing rounds, you had walk like an Egyptian, repeating in your head." Her voice kept low, but I now covered my mouth. "Oh and I have to tell you, learn the words to songs stuck in your head, it's annoying not being able to correct you." Bethany smiled, but I felt my hand going back to the chart. "Stop thinking I'm crazy!"

I froze looking up to her, "Don't do that then, why tell me?" I added while she glanced to the patient, my eyes followed hers.

Bethany took the pillow from behind the patient's head fluffy it up before putting it back, her eyes kept on the patient, not me. "I don't know, just. A feeling." She said slowly while I finished going over the chart putting it back.

"A feeling?" my eyes puzzled, but she looked out the door.

"A feeling…" she now walked away, leaving me with the patient, I glanced up to see she'd walked into another ICU patient's room, leaving me looking down to the coma patient.

"I totally know the words to walk like an Egyptian!" I then glanced to the monitors beeping, his eyes clothes shut, and I rolled my eyes. "But you don't care, cos you're in a coma…" I added while finishing my writing my notes.

"Hey facing seeing you here." Peter's voice caught my attention as I snapped my head up from my notebook, I felt like my mouth had gone completely dry.

"I kind of work here," I said trying to look busy, instead of going over my notes, for the millionth time.

Peter stepped into the room, he glanced to the man, but then looked to me, he leaned forward pushing my hair back again, my eyes on his, "I thought while I'm here, could I have your number?" he asked, while I now twirled my pen in hands before dropping in on the bed.

We both leaned forward to pick the pen up, bumping our heads against each other, "ow!" We said in unison, I rubbed my forehead taking the pen off him; I wasn't good at any flirtatious actions. "Number, sure thing…" I said going to the back of my note book, I scribbled down my cell phone number. "Just remember, I don't get a good time off for a while, tomorrow, I have so much studying to do…" I said watching him, he was standing still.

Peter kept giving me a feel, as I now folded my arms, "How about, I come to your place, and I help you study?" he looked carefully, I arch my eyebrow again.

"I, I mean we've only just meet today…" I said before placing my pen into my pocket. "But like my mother said, there's no time like the present." I now look into the hallway seeing Bethany giving me the thumbs up. "Tomorrow sounds cool, so you can call me…" I added while walking out of the room, I pushed Bethany as we made a mad dash to rounds.