The Summers
"Molly are you going to eat your dinner?" Mohinder Suresh asked as he watched Molly poke her fork at the mac and cheese he had just made. She looked bored and depressed as she sat at the table in his father's old apartment Mohinder had recently gotten back from the landlord. Mohinder sighed.
"Molly, if you don't eat how are we going to see Officer Parkman?" That perked Molly's ears right up. She gave Mohinder a smile.
"Really could we go see him Dr. Suresh?" Molly asked in her sweet little voice. Mohinder smiled back at her.
"I have plans to next week, but not unless you eat." Molly looked into Mohinder's eyes and nodded. She began to eat and Mohinder smiled proudly at her.
It had been two days since he had filed the paper work to adopt Molly Walker. He had been her foster father for almost two months. Of course he was attached to Molly. His antibodies had saved her life. He was a part of her. Besides he needed to protect Molly who insisted the boogeyman was still out there. Two loud knocks came at the door. Mohinder looked at Molly wolfing down her food excited about seeing the newly recovered hero. He than went to the door to open it carefully.
"We're here to see Peter Petrelli." The tall woman in black combat boots, a green trench coat, and black jeans stated as the serious dead set look stayed on her face. Beside her was a young teenage boy, who looked not at all interested to be there.
"Peter Petrelli?" Mohinder didn't mean to sound so surprised when the name was said, but it came out that way.
"Yes," The woman blurted out looking into the apartment seeing Molly sipping her milk. "May we come in?" Mohinder looked at Molly for a split second than tapped the gun he hid in his pocket for protection. He let both of them into his home.
Both of them walked into Mohinder's apartment. The woman looked from Molly to Mohinder perhaps wondering what their connection was. The boy looked at Molly and smiled trying to look less disappointed to be there.
"Where did you get this address?" Mohinder asked. The woman looked at Mohinder with big brown eyes.
"We've been to a lot of places in the city." She stated. "His mother suggested we should come here." Mohinder's eyes grew wide. He had never met Angela Petrelli. So, why would she suggest these two strangers come to him?
"What exactly did she say?" Mohinder wondered a loud.
"She said she hadn't seen her son in months, but that you may know how to locate him." Mohinder's eyes looked at Molly for a brief second. Did Ms. Petrelli know about Molly's powers? And if so what else did she know?
"My sister is being really rude." the boy jumped in as Molly turned to meet his eyes with a tiny milk mustache. "My name is Glen Summers and this is my sister Erin Summers." Erin rolled her eyes. Mohinder's mouth fell slightly.
"Summers. As in Catherine Summers, the psychologist?" Mohinder asked looking over the two to see if they looked like the world renowned psychologist.
"As in the dead psychologist." Erin regarded Mohinder.
"I'm very sorry for your lost." Mohinder said soundly. Erin merely shrugged.
"Thanks for your concern, but if we can't find Petrelli all hope is lost." Erin stated. Glen rolled his eyes.
"Why are you looking for Peter?" Molly asked with curiosity. The two visitors looked to Molly as she wiped milk from her upper lip.
"Molly," Mohinder warned the girl. "Don't be rude. I'm sorry. This is Molly Walker, she's in my care and I'm-"
"Mohinder Suresh." Erin finished. "We've heard of your father's work." Mohinder nodded slowly remembering his father for a brief moment. "The reason Peter Petrelli is so important to us is because he was the last person with powers our mother identified." Erin explained. Mohinder stared at the woman processing her words.
"Identified?" He breathed not quite understanding. Erin nodded pulling her trench coat closer to her.
"My mother could identify people with special abilities." Erin explained. Glen gave out a loud sigh. The two siblings exchanged looks before Erin set her eyes on Mohinder again. "That was her ability and like her, we have abilities." Molly smiled sweetly looking at the two. Mohinder couldn't help, but let a smile of his own slip. More heroes on their side. "Our mother wanted us to find Peter because she claimed that he may be the only one to save us." Erin explained to the Indian man.
"Save you from what?" Mohinder asked confused. Erin looked down at her boots as if the answer was on her shoe.
"She didn't really clarify that." Glen started to explain. "Usually when Mom said that this guy was important he was. She had a six sense for these things. So, if this Peter Petrelli can help us than we need to find him." Mohinder looked to Molly who blinked at the man quickly with her long lashes. Mohinder than looked back to the two visitors.
"I'm very sorry to be the one to tell you this, but Peter may be dead." Mohinder told the two. Erin eyed him quickly as if she were trying to see the lie in his face.
"May be dead?" Glen asked stepping toward Mohinder. "How did that happen?"
"Peter was supposed to explode." Mohinder started to explain. "He was destined to wipe out the entire city, but instead his brother flew him up into the sky. Neither has been heard of since."
Erin gritted her teeth. She slammed her fist against the wall holding back her anger. She hated her brother for being right. There only hope was dead. Exploded into a million pieces. Erin held back tears. What was she supposed to do now? Go back home with Glen? Take care of him? She wasn't ready for that.
"I could find Peter." Little Molly Walker suddenly said. Erin turned to fix her eyes on the girl. She had the biggest grin on and the sweetest face. Erin rubbed her fist as the girl got up to retrieve a map from a drawer across the room.
"That's my power." Molly explained getting a map of New York city and a thumb tack.
"Molly, you aren't going to find Peter," Mohinder tried to explain as the girl spread the map on the table. "He's-"
"He's not dead." Molly told him. Her eyes were serious as if she knew for a fact that Peter Petrelli was alive and well. Molly held a tack between her thumb and index finger over the map. She closed her eyes tightly and the others watched as her eyelids flickered open and closed.
"Is she okay?" Glen asked concerned. Molly's hand twitched over the map, her eyes still closed.
"Just watch." Mohinder told him.
Molly suddenly stuck the pin into a section of the map. Molly opened her eyes. There was no smile on her face as she backed away from the map.
"Molly, what did you see?" Mohinder asked. Molly simply pointed to the map. Mohinder looked at the map and saw why Molly was so worried. The tack was suck in the middle of the Atlantic ocean.
"I saw him surrounded by water." Molly explained. "He was drowning, but I saw a ship." She turned to Erin and Glen Summers. "He could be coming back soon, but he isn't dead." She turned to Mohinder and smiled. He managed to smile back.
"Is there a place where we could stay?" Erin asked suddenly. Mohinder nodded as he stared at her red bloody knuckles. "There is a loft that belonged to a painter, Isaac Mendez. It's not much, but it will keep you close to us." Mohinder explained. Erin nodded rubbing blood over her knuckles.
"Us? Are there others like us?" Glen asked as his sister looked up sharply.
"Yes," Mohinder told them. "There is a girl, Claire Bennett. Her family lives in Queens. Her father helps others like you two."
"I guess we'll try to get that apartment." Erin mumbled still rubbing her sore knuckles. "Thank you Dr. Suresh. If you hear anything on Peter you know where to find us." The two turned and walked out.
Once they were long gone, Mohinder let out a breath. Perhaps relieved he didn't need to use his gun. Or relieved that Peter was alive.
"Dr. Suresh?" Mohinder turned to meet Molly's innocent eyes. "Can we go see Officer Parkman?" Mohinder smiled at the little girl with hope her eyes.
"Soon, Molly." Mohinder said looking to the door. "Soon."
Author's Note: This chapter turned out longer than I thought. Next chapter we see what Claire's been up to.