A/N: I love Peter so heres some Peter/OC Action. I know it's not much. but hey it's a start. I don't really know what I want all her powers to be so it'll be a little bit before I reveal all of it. Anyway please fave and review. I'll try my best to update as much as I can. Also I know these chapters are short.

Chapter 2 ~ Miracles

She followed him about five blocks before pushing him into an empty alleyway. He fell with a loud 'Oof' and glared at the woman in surprise.

"Where the hell did you come from?"

"You were calling me."

Peter stood up slowly. Taking in her appearance. She was only in a pair of black jeans, boots, and a white shirt that hung a little low on her shoulder; just enough for Peter to see the roses. He quickly pushed her shirt off of her shoulder and touched the skin inked of roses.

"You...You have the roses."

Miloh looked at the man.

"I got them when I turned twenty-one. A gift to myself." She shrugged bringing Peter out of his trance.

"Uh, sorry." He fixed her shirt and stepped back. "Who are you?"

"Miloh. Miloh Creed." She shivered. "You were calling me."

"I was?"

She nodded.

"How did you find me?"

"I just did. It's one of many things I can do."

"What else can you do?"

She stood silent before rubbing her arms. "Listen I just met you and I don't think I trust you enough to be just showing you what I can do. Bad enough I already revealed to you who I am. I don't need them trying to find me again. Dodged that freaky bullet."

He was shrugging off his coat and wrapping it around her before she could protest. "What bullet are you talking about?" He rubbed at her arms. He stepped back once more when she didn't answer him. "Please, I'm not going to hurt you. I just...I just need answers."

"...When I was about eight I disappeared from my grandmother's house without using the door or the windows. They found me in a whole other state." She looked down at her feet. "I don't know how to explain what I can do, but whenever I want to leave a place I just do. And than I heard you calling me. I followed your voice and wound up in your living room. You'll only see me if I want you too, If I touch you."

"But what can you do to stop it!?"

"Stop what? It's bad enough I don't know who the hell you are."

"My name is Peter Petrelli. For reasons I can't explain right now, This city is going up in flames and I think it's because of me. But I saw you. In my future. Helping me somehow...I don't know how."

They stood in silence for awhile.

"I'm sorry. I can't help you." She handed him back his jacket before leaving the alley. He followed.

"Wait! Please. I know you can do something to help."

"Yeah how?"

"I don't know."
"You don't know?" It wasn't a question. Who ever this man was, he was nuts. Just another wacko calling out random stuff. She started to leave again not caring anymore. She had to get back to her apartment to sleep.

He grabbed her wrist hoping she would understand. She needed to understand. She was apart of this whether she liked it or not. Maybe she would kill Sylar. Maybe she had the power of water. She had to have something.

"You have a scar on your ankle."

Miloh looked back at him, her heart beginning to race. "Lot's of people have scars on their ankle. You get scraped up as a kid."
"No. Yours is different. It's in the shape of an 'S'. But with lines that go through it." His hand started to warm up before he could stop it. "No. Not here."

Before he could sprint away from her she placed her hand over his. A calming feeling washed over Peter. He felt light, almost euphoric. He was so stunned he almost shouted in glee.

"How…?"

"I don't know. It just happens. I'm not suppressing it I'm just...making it go away for a little. It doesn't get rid of your ability." She gulped.

"What else can you do?" He gave her a gentle smile.

"Much more than you think."

"Show me."