Disclaimer: If I owned Heroes it would be a much scarier place. Be glad.

A/N: Kind of a missing scene from The Hard Part. If you want, give love to Molly and join the Livejournal site heroesmolly. I'll post the link later. This was written because I just really wanted to write Molly.


Silence hung heavy and thick in the air. The woman, her caretaker, whose name she'd never bothered to learn, cleared her throat. Molly ignored her. She knew that she would only see the brunette when Mr. Thompson was coming. It seemed like a poor attempt to make her look well cared for. She could count on her hands the times that anyone had been with her for more than two hours.

"Thompson is coming to see you today. He's bringing a doctor with him."

She did smile at that. They told her she was sick. In truth she didn't feel any different, only a little tired, but she'd been having nightmares lately. Sometimes it was the Boogeyman and sometimes He was dreaming with her and she would wake up screaming, crying for the injustices of the world to end and for one good night's rest.

"They're here."

Molly didn't need to be told where anyone was. Perhaps they hadn't told this woman what she could do. Still she was curious. She raised her eyes to the men, one recognizable and the other darker, taller. Despite being the most unique person she'd ever seen, he looked normal. But he didn't look like a doctor. And he looked confused.

The door shut with an automatic click that left Molly feeling frustrated. Just another person who couldn't help her. She smiled and waved anyway, because her mom had taught her to be polite. Being disappointed didn't mean she had to hate this unsuspecting man and it didn't mean she had to give up hope.