Authors note:Ok everyone, this is the first story I've decided is decent enough in writing to publish on here. I'm new to writing fanfiction and haven't really liked anything enough to put it out there. But hey, got to start somewhere, right? So PLEASE comment your thoughts!

I do not own anything, all rights go to those who own them. I'm just a really big fan of the show and characters.

He peeked into Molly's room and signed, relieved that her nightmares had apparently stopped. They had seemingly disappeared out of the blue one day and he was glad for it. Satisfied that she was alright and asleep in bed, he carefully closed her door and tiredly shuffled back into his own room.

What he didn't know was the reason her nightmares appeared to be gone. It was not because of something, but rather someone he could no longer see. She watched over him and Molly now that she was no longer alive. She had not met Molly when she was alive, but after Mohinder had become her legal guardian. She loved the sweet little girl, who was the only one who could see her right now, like the daughter she never had.

She became very connected in a way that she knew when Molly was in any kind of pain, discomfort, emergency, or whenever she needed protection, guidance or comfort of any kind. So as soon as she felt the tingling feeling in the pit of her stomach she knew Molly needed her and rushed through the door to her side.

"Molly," she said quietly, "Molly, wake up sweetie. It's just a bad dream." Reaching out she shook the little girl gently by materializing her fingertips best she could. "Molly," she tried again as she tucked some hair out of the little girls face."

"Mhhmmmh." Came the slurred response, "You're safe Molly, I'll be right here so you can go back to sleep. It was just a bad dream, it can't hurt you sweetie. You'll be alright." She said trying to soothe the girl by brushing her hair along the side of her head.

Molly looked up at her, eyes full of gratitude and drooping from lack of sleep. As she sat next to the small girl and stroking her hair, she begun to softly sing a lullaby that she learned from watching Mohinder take care of her. Soon the she was fast asleep.

Since Molly was alright again, she got up and went out to the couch to lay down. For the first time in a while, she actually felt tired. She decided it must have been from the effort to materialize herself. Not long after laying down, her eyes closed shut and she fell fast asleep.