Title: Fatigue

Fan dom: Heroes

Rating: T -Violence, Adult situations, Moderate Language

Notes and Spoilers: Through "Chapter 23: How to Stop an Exploding Man", Graphic Novel Chapters 39 to 42 "Betty" and the Fan Fiction

Chapter 2

Taylor clawed on the door trying to force it open when she nearly tripped over her own feet, landing safely in Mohinder's arms.

"Taylor?" he asked with a nervous laugh, "Are you all right?"

Taylor stared at Mohinder wide-eyed not saying a word. Not being able to breath, Taylor started to cough as she felt increasing pressure in her chest.

Mohinder escorted her to a nearby chair. He hurried and got her a glass of water for her to drink.

"What happened?" he asked eagerly. "If I didn't know better, I would say you look like you have seen a ghost."

Taylor, who had the water glass to her mouth, nearly dropped it. She put down the water glass and tried to stand up.

"Well..."

Mohinder sat next to Taylor, and took her hands into his.

"Are you telling me that you did see a ghost? Like a Sixth Sense?" Mohinder asked her with a hint of skepticism, but after all the things that took place the last month and half he wasn't as hesitant to believe.

Taylor turned away. "Branwen told me that you would understand."

Taylor covered her face with her hands and took a deep breath. "I don't want to believe it either Mohinder. But when your dead friend corners you in the hall in the front of your apartment, things are forced into perspective."

Mohinder smiled at Taylor.

"I am sorry. And this coming from a man that just saw a man.."

Mohinder stopped himself, even though Taylor appeared to be a person that had a special ability, and she seemed to be very nice person, he was still unsure if he should spill the secrets of Nathan and Peter, two very different men that he felt a loyalty towards. Two men that came to him for answers, and obviously this woman was doing the same.

Taylor removed her hands and looked at Mohinder, tears running down her face.

"My friend Candice, she's dead, someone sliced her head open. She's dead."

Mohinder gently squeezed Taylor's hands.

"Sylar..."

The knock the door caused a chill down her skin.

It was too early for bad news.

The cool breeze from the open window tickling her skin.

She tried to go back to sleep but failed, her dreams and worries, consuming her.

"There was a situation", a voice called from the door, bypassing permission.

Angela turned over in her bed and looked at the messenger, too drained of body and spirit to move, demanding clarification of the truth she already knew.

"Your decoy is dead."

"The authorities?" Angela whispered.

"Handled Ma'am."

Angela sat up and nodded, at the man. "Please go."

The man nodded and left.

She reached to her lamp post and turned it on.

Molly was watching from the doorway, her fingers clenched on edges, as she held on for any support it could provide.

"Sylar?" Taylor said looking up at Mohinder.

Mohinder nodded. "Sounds like my old friend Sylar. I knew it was too much to believe--he survived that stabbing."

Taylor stared at Mohinder.

"I'm sorry. I am sure you have so many questions. I will answer as many as I can. Tell me about this Branwen. Another friend of yours?"

Taylor bowed her head, "Kind of. She's well, some spirit that likes to hang out at the hospital. She is usually with a young nurse. I heard about her. Quite tragic what happened to her. But that is another story. She told me that you are familiar with people like me. That you can help me?"

"I can try. What kind of help do you seek?"

Taylor bit her lip. At first she wanted to say for it to go away, but that wasn't true.

"To understand."

Mohinder laughed.

"Oh I am sorry. I do not want to seem harsh. But that is the million dollar question now is it? The one question that will never be answered."

"I suppose that is true," Taylor had to agree. "Yes, talking to you is helping some. But anyway. Yes. I see dead people. They don't come to me for help. Actually most leave me alone. Many are gossip bunnies. And some of them like to talk to me. It has been harder to ignore them lately. So this Sylar, you said he got stabbed?"

Mohinder nodded. "Yes by a time traveler apparently."

Taylor looked at Mohinder curiously.

"She was right. You are the person to talk to. So Candice mentioned that he steals the powers of others?"

Mohinder nodded. "No one really knows how he does it. But one day while I was investigating my father's death, I came across some books. There were anatomy books and they were open to a chapter about the human brain. My father had contacts. One from Columbia who had access to a MRI machine. Perhaps he was able to map the human brain. He knows how things tick."

"How many people like me do you know?"

"I know of several dozen, but only actually meant a few. You may not be surprised in regard to the amount of calls I have made that were ended with a slam. I am not sure I would trust myself if I came to my door asking these invading questions, demanding credible answers."

Mohinder rolled his eyes. "Actually I do know. I had the perfect example knock on my door and I thought him crazy. He saved my life, you know. Twice. I am sorry; I am blabbing."

Taylor smiled. "It is all right. It makes me feel less alone you know?"

Mohinder nodded.

"I have discovered that the world is awfully small."

Taylor grabbed the glass of water that Mohinder gave her and drank from it.

"Now it sounds like you have a story to tell," she stated. She took a deep breath, surprisingly she felt as if a huge weight was taken off her shoulders. She barely knew this man and she was exposing her soul. Would and could she dare to ask him the same?

"Heh," Mohinder muttered, as he gave Taylor another gently hand squeeze and stood up and began to pace back and forth. "Yeah. Missed opportunities are a dime a dozen."

"Maybe I can help? Need to reach someone that has passed on?" she asked in a jokingly manner and then quickly apologized. "Wait, hope that didn't sound as bad as I think it just did. I mean no disrespect. It doesn't really work that way anyway..."

"None taken. But I don't think he is dead. Actually you know him."

"Hmm?"

"Peter Petrelli."

Taylor turned to Mohinder, a surprised look on her face.

"Ah, my runaway patient. Yes. I know him," Taylor replied.

"You want to know where he is?" Molly voiced inquired breaking her eavesdropping silence.

Mohinder turned to the child and nodded.

"I found him before you know, for Mr. Bennett," the child added. "Do you have a map of New York?"

Taylor looked at Molly curiously.

Molly smiled.

To Be Continued

Author Notes: Fixed some typos and grammar errors! Sorry :)