Disclaimer: I don't own Peter Petrelli, Milo Ventimiglia, or Heroes, which is probably a good thing cuz I'd end up ruining it.

I don't know anything about babies or their care….take pity on me, I'm a first timer.

Peter….Price??

Chapter 1: 8 years ago…

Meredith Gordon, a 26 year old woman, woke up with a sigh as her 8 month old son, Peter Nathan Petrelli, given the name of a father who didn't know he existed as a middle name, started crying. Getting up Meredith barely took two steps before she was at her son's crib, who still crying was reaching out to her. Concerned because Peter rarely cried, Meredith gently picked up her reason for living and pulled him to her, rocking him and cooing, "What's wrong angel, mommy's here, are you hungry?" Peter calmed down instantly

Now less worried about her precious charge, Meredith walked to the kitchen, accidentally stepping on her son's yellow rubber duck in her haste, causing it to squeak,of her tiny apartment in Kermit, Texas, and prepared a bottle of baby solution. She would clean up tomorrow, she swore to herself. Pouring some on her arm to test its warmth, she fed it to her son, who held safely in the warm cocoon of his mother's arms started sucking greedily. Before the bottle was even halfway finished, she noticed her son had gone to dreamland. Kissing him tenderly on his forehead, she walked back into the bedroom, and tucked her son into his crib.

She pulled up a chair, and looked into her son's sweet angelic face, remembering the night over 2 years ago. She had been 24 years old, when she had met him, the father of her son, Nathan Petrelli, a New York politician. She had been careless back then, no cares, and no worries, free to do whatever she wanted. And when she had seen him she had fallen head over heels in lust. He had been 24s too, married with two kids (a son, Simon - 5, and a daughter, Claire – 3). Neither had though much of it, it was just a night of fun between two consenting adults. She had never thought anything would come of it, and then three months later she had gotten the news that had changed her life, she was pregnant. That was when she decided to turn her life around, and she hadn't looked back since. She couldn't imagine her life without her little miracle. Still she felt guilty about not telling Nathan about his son, but she didn't want to ruin his life. She hoped she had made the right decision.

Remembering she had work the next morning, Meredith looked one last time at her dozing son, and went to sleep. She woke up two hours later to the sound of her front door being rattled, like someone was knocking. Yawning, she walked out the room to check who it was, when she saw two men raiding her apartment. Terrified, she tried to walk as quietly and quickly as she could back to her room, when she stepped on something and a loud quack sounded out. She turned around terrified as she heard a gun cock, and one of the guys say, "Turn around!"

She was so in shock that she didn't even hear the fire alarm go off, but she did hear the guy without the gun say, " Luke, look at her hands!!" She saw Luke look at her hands and freak out, and say, "Kyle, run down I'll be down in a minute!" She saw Kyle hesitate and apparently so did Luke as he said, this time with command, "Go!" Then she saw Kyle sprint out the door, down the hallway, and out of sight. Then before she knew it, she was in a headlock, being backed against a wall, and her head being banged on the wall, her head lolled down and finally she saw her hands and realized what had freaked the guys out, her hands were on fire. Then her head lolled down and she slid down onto the carpet, a fire starting as her hand made contact with the plush carpet and curtains. Her last thought before she passed out was if her son would get out safe.

Two hours later, Meredith Gordon woke up in a hospital, with only a few bumps and bruises plus a concussion. The first words out of her mouth being, "Where is my son?" The nurse who was currently taking care of her could only look at her in pity and say, " I am sorry, his body was not found." And that was when Meredith Gordon, the mother disappeared, and the Meredith Gordon of two years ago returned.

Elsewhere, a man named Noah Bennet, found a baby with angelic face, surrounded by a halo of beautiful brown hair, near a alley in Kermit, Texas. The baby was wearing a baby blue T-shirt with the name "Peter" written in white letters. He knew that a little over 3 years ago, his wife Sandra and him would have adopted him, but now they had a responsibility to their three year old son, Lyle. With deep regret, Mr. Bennet took Peter, if that was his name, to the nearest orphanage, St. Mary's. Once there he gave the baby to a nun, who asked him what the boy's name was, to which he replied, " his name's Peter…," he saw a fisher price box and finished, " Peter Price." Then he went home to his wife and son.

…TBC….

That is if you want me to.

Should I continue or not… Plz review…criticism is always appreciated since that is how you improve. Thanks!!