Disclaimer: No, I don't own Heroes or anything associated with the show. I do, however, own all original characters and this plot.

Spoilers: This story takes place after the pilot episode of Heroes.

Author's Note: Yes, I know, I'm writing yet another story. I promise I'll try and update this as often as possible. My schedule at school is starting to get a bit more manageable and I'm figuring out when I can actually have time to set aside to write. So, hopefully, I'll be updating more of my stories more often. Anyways, enough rambling, please read and review.

Something More

It had been nearly three years since she'd seen him last. She remembered that day clearly. The rain had been nonstop for four days, the puddles in the streets had grown into streams flooding the sidewalks and sewers of Manhattan. She had been stupid and worn her high-heeled boots, the ones that were cute but very impractical, and could barely walk two steps along the sidewalk without almost falling. The cute umbrella that she had bought five weeks ago had been foolishly packed away in one of her many boxes and the rain was soaking through her clothes and plastering her hair to her face.

Bittersweet. That was the only way to describe the scene that was unfolding for the New York natives. The couple stood on the sidewalk, arms wrapped around in each other as they whispered their good-byes to each other.

She was leaving, neither of them knew for how long. All they knew was that they might not ever see each other again. After two in a half years together, the fact that this might be their last day together was heartbreaking.

"I'll call you every night." He whispered in her ear, his breath warm against her skin.

"You promise?" She whispered back, her voice breaking with each word. The rain that fell down her face mingled with her tears.

He pulled back so that he could look her in the eye.

"I promise." He replied, cupping her face within his hands. Gently he brushed at her tears with his thumbs. "I'll call you and I'll come to visit as often as possible."

The cab driver honked, signaling his impatience at being kept waiting.

"She's coming." The distraught boyfriend cried, glaring at the cabbie. He looked back at the crying girl with her red nose and quivering lip and his expression instantly softened.

"Go," he said, leaning down to gently kiss her. "You're gonna miss your flight."

"I love you." She whispered, her lips moving against his with each word. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too." He said as he reluctantly pulled away. "Now go, I don't want you to miss your flight."

She nodded slowly, too overwhelmed by her sadness to respond. As she climbed into the cab, he shut the door behind her. She looked out the window for one last look at him, but the rain had already smeared his image. Sadly, she waved goodbye as the cab took off down the busy Manhattan street.

That was three years ago and now, she was back.

Chapter One

Kendra stepped out of the cab and surveyed the clear blue sky, or what she could see of it past all the tall Manhattan buildings. A small smile tugged at her lips as she looked around the city that she had grown up in.

It was good to be home.

"Hello, Miss Shelton." Henry, the doorman greeted her as he grabbed her bags off the sidewalk. "It's good to see you again. How was California?"

"It was great, Henry, but I'm glad to be home." Kendra replied with a smile. She walked through the door that he held open for her and breathed in the scent of floor polish and expensive flowers. She walked the familiar eleven steps to the elevator and waited for Henry to push the button for the penthouse.

As they rode up to the fourteenth floor of the apartment building, Kendra questioned Henry on all the things that had been going on in the three years that she had been gone.

"Not much to tell really," Henry told her, "things have been relatively the same since you moved to California. Mrs. Jemison finally left her husband, though, and she remarried just last month. And little Cynthia Reynolds turned sixteen just a week ago, had a giant party and her friends nearly trashed the lobby."

Kendra laughed as she heard the stories of all the people that had been like her family for as long as she could remember. She had rarely spoken to any of them since her move; her hectic schedule just hadn't allowed time for social calls.

As Henry continued to talk, Kendra's mind wandered to the one person that she really wanted to know about. She hadn't seen him since that day she had left New York. They'd made plans to visit each other and talk to each other every night on the phone, but that's all that they had been: plans. Oh sure, for the first few months the phone calls had been regular, but after awhile, the calls become less frequent until they just stopped all together.

"Mr. Petrelli's doing well." Henry said, drawing Kendal from her thoughts. He cast a sly glance at her from the corner of his eye. "He's running for Congress right now, doing really well in the polls actually."

Kendra's smile had become strained at the mention of his name.

"That's good." She replied, her voice tight. She didn't want to give away just how much she still cared for Nathan Petrelli.

Thankfully, before Henry could comment on her lack of response, the elevator doors opened and the door to the penthouse appeared. Kendra stepped off the elevator, grateful to finally be able to relax.

"Kendra!" Her mother cried as Kendra stepped into the penthouse. "Oh it's so good to have you home, darling." She engulfed her daughter in a tight embrace, placing Kendal in a cloud of Chanel perfume.

"Hi, Mom." Kendal said, her stiff smiling slowly turning into a genuine one. "How are you?"

"Oh I'm good." Her mother replied, waving away her question, "but I want to hear about you. How was your flight?"

Kendal sat down on the plush white sofa, folding her legs up beneath her as she told her mother everything she wanted to know.

Once Mrs. Shelton was finished questioning her daughter, she patted the young woman's leg and smiled.

"Well, you are probably tired. I'll let you go take a quick nap. But you need to be up and ready to go by seven thirty; we've got a benefit to go to. And who knows," her mother smiled slyly, "maybe Nathan will be there."

Kendal felt her heart stop at the name. She hadn't spoken to Nathan, the supposed love of her life, in three years. What if they no longer had anything in common? What if things were awkward between them? As she walked back to her old bedroom, Kendal knew that she wouldn't be getting any rest that afternoon.

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