A/N: A second chapter? Oh my. :o I'm afraid I've abandoned my South Park fic for the moment. :"c

Warnings: Not saying that there's a lot of swearing in this chapter, but I do do it often. I'm blaming it on the fact that I'm writing a South park fic.

Disclaimer: I'm not friggin' Tim Kring. :c

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Cosa Nostra

Chapter Two

Doctor Doctor

Luke awoke, for the second time that day, to the sound of people talking. He laid in bed, tense, trying to remember where the hell he was at. Had he fallen asleep in class? A sense of DE JA VU came over him and he ignored it, choosing to pretend that he was asleep and to listen to the people around him.

"Why do we need a young pup like him anyway? He can't do us a lot of good."

The voice that had spoken clearly belonged to a male. It was agitated, but the agitation only made the man's accent-it was British, Luke realized-prominent. Luke tried to place the voice, but he couldn't. Hoping that it might be easier to figure out who the man-who sounded years older than himself-was if he tuned back in to their conversation, he focused his attention on what the people around him were saying once again.

"Hey!"

Again, another male. Where the hell were all the chicks? Not that Luke cared; he had known for years that he preferred guys to women.

This guy sounded like he was closer to Luke's age than the other man was. Unlike the other man, this boy didn't have an accent. He also sounded more feminine.

"He looks like he's my age."

So Luke had been right; the kid was about his age. He didn't sound happy either. Maybe this was the "Jeremy" person that he apparently looked so much like?

"Exactly." The voice from before-the British one-sounded slightly cocky. "And what good are you?"

Luke was growing tired of the argument, his ADD making it hard for him to concentrate. He was becoming restless. He couldn't hold still. If any of the people in the room-he suspected that there was more than the two-looked at him, it would be obvious that he was awake. Or maybe they would think he was having a nightmare, it causing him to twitch in his sleep. A nightmare about strangers kidnapping him. Right.

"Will you two stop it? You're worse than Peter and Isaac."

Peter and Isaac? He didn't recognize the names, but that voice sounded familiar. It was sexy-incredibly so-but it sounded so irritated. And then it hit him. Memories of earlier came rushing back to him, smacking him with full force.

He remembered waking up in someones basement, three of the hottest guys that he had ever seen surrounding him. He remembered some blond guy in a suit showing up and telling him that it was some kind of mafia-like Luke would believe that. He may skip classes, but it didn't mean that he was stupid-before he had passed out.

That voice-the familiar, sexy one-had belonged to the guy with dark hair, the one who's name he hadn't caught.

Luke, tiring of just laying there, sat up in the bed, realizing for the first time that he was even in one. He looked around the room; he had been moved from the basement to someones bed. The covers, along with the pillows, on said bed were soft and warm, feeling pleasant against his skin.

The room he was in was large. Luke could fit both his own bedroom and his bathroom into the one room. The room was decorated with dark colors, for which Luke was grateful for; he had a killer headache and bright colors would only make it worse at the moment. Besides, he thought, yellow sucked.

He snapped his attention back to the occupants in the room, realizing that they had grown silent. The three men, who were standing by his bed, were staring at him. They dark haired man that he had meet earlier was smirking at him, as if he expected him to put up a fight or something.

One of the men-the older looking one, who was the British one, if Luke had to guess-was watching him carefully. He, along with everyone Luke had met since he had been in the building, excluding "Adam", had brown hair. He, unlike the others though, had a graying beard. Luke could tell by the way that the man was looking at him that the guy didn't trust him.

'Good for him. Who trusts someone they just met? Besides, I could totally kick his ass.'

The boy who looked to be about his age was watching him curiously. Yet again, the guy had brown hair and dark eyes. Boring. Something about the boy reminded Luke of a creep or a stalker. He would avoid being alone with the kid if he could.

The three males were still staring at him, as if he was an animal in a zoo.

"...What?"

The boy moved closer to him. Luke, now that the boy was closer, decided that he had been right; the kid did look like a creep.

"My name is West. West Rosen."

The boy held out his hand for Luke to shake. As if that was happening. What kind of name is West, anyway? Rosen sounded just as girlie as the guy looked, Luke decided.

Luke ignored West's hand, which was still being held out, and looked at the dark haired man that he had met earlier. He looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to say his own name, causing said man to chuckle lightly, a smirk gracing his lips.

"Sylar."

West retracted his hand, though Luke wasn't paying attention to him, and shot Sylar a hurt look, as if it was his fault that the kid had ignored him. West's look only caused Sylar's smirk to grow though, causing the younger man to glare. He got why the kid was so bent on being this new kid's friend; West was the youngest member of the group, not counting Jeremy, who wasn't that fun to be around to someone like West who loved trouble. Jeremy was just too quiet for him.

Luke smirked back at Sylar, thinking that the man's name was cool. He turned his gaze to the older, British man. The guy didn't look like he wanted him to be there, but tough luck; it wasn't Luke's fault that he was...wherever the hell he was.

"Claude Rains."

The man's voice was as unwelcoming as his expression had been but Luke shrugged it off. He turned his gaze back to Sylar, ready to ask where he was, but the door to the room burst open. Luke snapped his eyes over to the door, his mouth falling open.

Standing there was one of the hottest guys that he had ever seen. The guy had dark, curly hair, along with dark eyes and skin. He looked like he was foreign. Indian, maybe? The man rushed forward, pushing Sylar out of the way to stand by Luke's bed. Sylar rolled his eyes and moved out of the way, but other wise ignored the shove.

"You should have informed me that he had passed out!"

The scream was directed at Sylar, but Luke couldn't focus on the words that had came from the man's mouth. He had been right about the man being foreign. He could tell by the guy's accent, which, if was possible, was sexier than Sylar's voice.

Luke was surrounded by sexy men. Even the creepy kid was hot.

He could hear footsteps coming towards the room. Taking his eyes off of the foreign man-who was even hotter up close-he saw the Petrelli guy coming into his room then towards his bed. He moved to sit on the edge of Luke's bed, opposite from the side that West was still standing at. Sylar and the other man was standing by the foot of his bed with Claude behind them so Peter had a whole side of the bed to himself.

"This is Doctor Mohinder Suresh." Petrelli nodded towards the doctor's direction. "Just lie back and let him look you over to make sure you're alright, okay?"

Who did this guy think he was, his mother? Luke rolled his eyes but found himself laying back on the bed anyway. Something about this guy made him seem trustworthy.

A/N: I think I'll end this chapter here. I hope everyone enjoyed it. Review please~

Characters: I just want to list off all of the characters that's been in this so far: Luke, Peter, Isaac, Sylar, Adam, West, Claude, Mohinder, and mentions of Jeremy.