Hey guys back with another chapter. As I write I'm still shaping a backstory, but so far I haven't had a reason to confront that issue yet. As always guys reviews are love, and no I do not own Heroes.

Peter opened his eyes blearily. The colorful haze he had experienced disappeared. He was somewhat off his high and real life was steadily streaming in. He was in bed but he couldn't remember getting there himself.

Gabriel?

He sat up and glanced around the small apartment. He wasn't surprised to see that Gabriel had left. It wasn't unlike the other times, getting a guilt fuck and then finding that he was alone again. He laid back down and closed his eyes struggling to remember what day it was.

He slowly remembered that yesterday had been a Wednesday. Today he was supposed to go down to Spiral Black. He had to sing. He rolled out of bed, still naked and headed for the bathroom. Before stepping into the shower Peter always stared into the mirror. He needed to see that he wasn't some shadow, that he wasn't gone completely. He needed to see that there was something still there to be broken.

Brown hair.

Brown eyes.

Purple bruises beneath his eyes.

Split lip.

Peter wanted to punch the glass, wanted to but he knew he couldn't heal. A buzz echoed from down the hall. Peter sighed grabbed a towel and went to the door. He pressed the com button.

"Who is it?"

"Open up Peter, it's us."

Peter sighed, this was part of the program that he hated. He couldn't heal, couldn't be a hero, not with them always coming. This time he at least recognized the agents. He buzzed the man in, unlocked the door and went to sit on the sofa.

The door opened revealing Noah and the Haitian. Peter saw them eye with him with both pity and disgust. He usually didn't warrant that look from the strangers who were only there to do their job. Noah and the Haitian however had seen him at his best, he wondered how he looked to them now.

"Hey."

"Hey yourself," Noah said as he opened pulled a needle from his jacket pocket. Peter stuck out his arm. He could practically feel the two agents eyes on his arms looking over his track marks, the bruises.

"Peter..."

"Just gimme the fuckin' shot and go," he muttered hoarsely.

"She wouldn't want to see you like this."

"As if she wants to see me. I let New York die, I let everyone down, now gimme the fucking shot so I can get back to my shower."

Noah nodded and Peter felt disheartened that the man had given up so easily.

He hadn't wanted him to.

They moved back towards the sofa and sat down Noah took a band and wrapped it around Peter's upper arm. Peter clenched his fist and then opened. Noah felt for the vein and then plunged the needle in letting the drugs invade his system. He gasped as the flicker of powers he had once had went out. He sighed heavily and then looked over at Noah. The older man patted him on the shoulder and stood.

"See you in three months," Noah said trying to lighten the situation.

"How do you know?"

Noah pretended as if he didn't hear the comment as he and the Haitian stepped out.

Peter stood and glanced back at the bathroom door. He then looked over at the dresser where he kept his stash of drugs hidden.

He could shower later. All he wanted was to go back to the place where he could forget.