A/N: Okay here is the next chapter. I hope you all enjoy it. And if someone is willing to beta this story for me I would truly appreciate it.
Chapter Two - Crawling
"Elle?" Peter asked groggily as he walked into her room, perched himself on the edge of her bed, and brushed a piece of her hair from her face.
Elle glanced at him as she tried to slow her labored breathing.
"Another nightmare, huh?"
"I think so…. I just…. I don't understand…. When I'm asleep it's all so clear… so real…and then, when I wake up everything is gone but this over whelming feeling that all of this is wrong… that I shouldn't be here." Elle attempted to explain to him as she tried to force her mind to recollect even a figment of the dreams that had disturbed her for as long as she could remember. Granted only the past seven months of her life was commented to her memory but that was why it was so important for her to recall these dreams or maybe they were nightmares as Peter called them. The only thing she was positive of was that they were the key to unlocking the life she had lost.
"What do you mean by that? You shouldn't be here?" Peter asked becoming more concerned as his own fear crept up his spine at the thought of her leaving. Then to help clam himself as well as Elle he scooted next to sit next to her placing an arm around her shoulders, of all the times he was awaked by her nightmares never once had she said something like this to him. Usually she told him she was fine and he would go back to his room or she would be so hysterical that he would hold her until she fell asleep in his arms. Never had any words been spoken.
"It's kind of hard to explain."
"Well I'm not going any where and we've got all night so please try."
"Okay." she breathed out in a sigh, the readjusted herself so that she was sitting facing him her legs curled up underneath her, as she rested her hands on her round tummy.
"You sure you want to do this now Petey?" she asked with a smile breaking across her face.
"Yeah. Why?" he questioned her with a puzzled look.
"Well you look like shit, I think you might need the sleep more." she stated with a little laugh as she flicked a strand of his jaw length hair that was hanging in front of his face.
"Ha Ha… your funny at 3 in the morning." He said with his own smile spreading a crossed his face as he rolled his eyes. It was bizarre, with her memory gone along with her violent tendencies she still held the same since of outlandish humor that was Elle, and even more oddly it was one of the things he had come to love about her most.
"I'm funny all the time, you just don't have a since of humor." she stated with a small giggled yet again.
"And your avoiding the question."
Elle looked down at her hands as if she was suppose to see something there, she had two perfectly normal hands and all ten of her fingers, they were pretty hands, still it felt as if something was missing. With another sigh she looked up to connect her blue orbs with Peters eyes once again. He was right, she was avoiding answering him. Maybe it was time she try to let someone help her sort out her inner most thoughts, someone other than her beloved baby boy she was carrying, someone who could actually talk back to her.
"I know that you and daddy don't want to upset me with the details of the attack… but it's like even though I'm alive… even though my…. Our hearts are still beating… it's like I still lost my life. Like I wasn't suppose to live. Like I betrayed something or someone by not dying." she rambled as she tried her best to convey the confused feelings that these dreams always left her with.
"Elle… just because you can't remember your life before the attack doesn't mean that you aren't suppose to be alive. If you and our son were suppose to have died you would have." Peter sighed in frustration cursing Sylar as he did every time he thought about what he had tried to destroy, about what he had almost taken away from Elle, what Sylar had almost taken from him.
"Yeah but the only reason we are alive is because he's special like his daddy." Elle commented the somehow familiar words stinging her tongue as she rubbed small circles on her belly.
"Elle…" Peter tried arguing only to be cut of as usually be an anxious and perturbed Elle.
"Arrrgh… It's just so infuriating. I mean, you can't seriously sit here and tell me that you don't get upset that I don't remember you, our relationship, how it ended, or how our son was conceived." she all but yelled at Peter as she waved her hand in the air before letting them fall to her knees with a slap.
"Yeah I can honestly tell you that I am fine with the fact that you can't remember any of that." Peter answered her honestly as he sat up straight to lock her angered eyes with his own.
"How? How can that be okay? I see the way you look at me sometimes Peter. I'm not stupid, I know that you must be thinking of moments from our past that I can't remember. How can that not be disappointing that I can't share them with you?" Elle replied in a much softer tone and slumped a little bringing her eyes down to at her hands yet again.
"Because quite frankly I was a bit of an ass to you most of the time, and you were not exactly a bed of roses either, but getting to know you again with out all the shit that was between us getting in the way…. If anything Elle I'm thankful, thankful that your alive so that I can get a second chance with you. To do it all over again and this time do it right." he explained as he placed curve if his forefinger underneath her chin and tipped her face up to look at him again.
"You must have really fucked up huh?" she commented with a hint of playfulness in her voice to stop the serious conversation that she was way to drained to continue.
"Me? Hey, I wasn't the only one.." Peter returned in his teasing tone.
"Yeah, yeah I know I did too. But Peter…" She mocked him nonchalantly as she settled down in the bed and curled up to his side.
"Hmmm…" Peter hummed contently as he took in the feel of her small delicate body wrapped around his. Running his fingers through her hair as he commented to his memory how the silky thread felt slipping through his fingers.
"I'm going to want some answers…. Someday I'm going to have to be told… about everything." Elle yawned in a tried voice as she nestled her head into Peter's chest.
"I know." Peter acknowledge out load as a feeling of doom overcome him before placing a kiss on her forehead.
~ Meanwhile At An Apartment Building Near Nathan Petrelli's Office ~
"What have you found?" Sylar questioned as he took and seat on the coffee table in front of Luke interrupting the video game in was in the process of playing.
Dropping the remote in front of him as he flung himself back into the couch was the only protest he gave to Sylar's present and disturbance of his game. He knew better than to ignore him or throw a fit about his presents. Sure maybe the work he was doing for him wasn't what he wanted it to be but he knew was lucky that Sylar was paying for him to have a place to live and cover from the company at all. After going home to find that the place he had called home and the people who had been there that he had cared for were taken by a "house fire" Sylar had been all he had left, and amazingly he had been there for him.
"Well for the most part everyone believes that Sylar is dead. Everyone except for.."
"Bennett." Sylar finished for him in a tone of certainty.
"Bennett isn't the only one. Is seem that Peter also believes that you are alive. They don't know that you are Nathan, as a matter of fact that hasn't even been a theory. Still they do believe that Sylar is alive and in hiding." Luke informed him of what he had learned in the last 2 months.
"So they are looking for me?" Sylar questioned not to concerned in the matter.
"See now here's the funny part, not only are they not looking for you but strangely enough they are hiding from you… or at least hiding something." Luke in a laughing voice that showed Sylar just how amused he was with the situation.
"Hiding…. What the hell would they have to hide from me?"
"I'm not sure." Luke said with a shrug of his shoulders and roll of his eyes before catching a look at Sylar with a raised eyebrow. "What… I working on it."
"It doesn't make sense." Sylar exclaimed as he rose from the coffee table to walk over to the window and stare out at the city. He had always been able to solve any equation, to fix any problems that laid before him, like breathing it just came naturally. Yet with what Luke had just told him, he was not able to make connections at all. Logically, he knew that it had to be one of two things. Which was either a power they did not want him to have, or it had to do with something that would effect Sylar personally. He had nothing personal that could effect him, other than Luke who was the only person he had let anywhere near close to him since…. No, it had to be some type of power they did not want him having. The question now was what kind of power was it?
"Is that all you know Luke? Are they the only two in on this?" Sylar grilled him in a tried tone as he rubbed his eyes with fingers, this was going to cause him yet another headache, he didn't like not knowing.
"All I know is what I heard."
Sylar turned his frustrated glare on him now, he did not have time to drag information out of a bratty teenager who paid to keep an eye and ear out in order to make sure no one believed Sylar was still breathing air and living as Nathan Petrelli.
"Seriously, all I know so far is that Bennett agreed to help Peter hide something from you, something that apparently you are going to go after all of them for once you find out." Luke blurted out when he realized he was pissing off the hand that fed him, which was a deadly thing to do, in many ways.
"Look into this. I want a full report of everything you can find in two days." Sylar stated as he made his way out the door.