In this chapter we will meet another original character named Sam Lawrence. He is an orange tabby cat who gets far too much attention, as is conducive to the plot-line.

Miss Quartermain: Thanks a lot, I like your phrase-age, Spine-tingling...

Optimistic girl94: Thanks for the comments, I agree, it was a little rushed there. I'll try not to do that anymore, I don't like it when scenes are too fast. CC4ever! (constructive criticism)

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Chapter Three

"Homecoming"

Nathan Petrelli hesitated outside of his mother's house. He had not visited her here since before everything "blew up." He remembered how he used to trust her unquestioningly, now he hated to admit, even to himself, that he was afraid of his own mother. If she had been straightforward about everything instead of keeping all her secrets, he might have felt less of the foreboding sensation as he knocked.

"You're welcome," he remembered saying to Matt when he couldn't knock on his father's door.

It's come back to bite me, he thought.

"Nathan?" Angela said, opening the door. She gave him a sarcastic smile. "What do you want now?" He stared in disbelief.

"You told Parkman how to kill Peter?" Angela avoided eye contact with her son.

"Ninety-three percent, Nathan, you would have been one of the first."

"How do you know?" he accused

"I know, but you stopped him. Why can't you leave well enough alone?"

"Well enough?! I can't believe a single word my mother says and that's well enough?"

"You can trust me, Nathan."

"Who tried to kill me?" Angela squared her jaw. "You know?"

"I know many things, I will not divulge."

"Fine," Nathan began to rise off the ground.

"Where are you going?"

"You think I would tell you? We're on opposite sides now."

"Nathan, don't do this!"

"Goodbye, Ma, I loved you." Angela Petrelli watched as the last of her family disappeared into the clouds. The greater good was costing far too much, but it was too late to stop now.

Matt Parkman frowned at the sound of some one knocking on the door. Mohinder wouldn't knock. He slowly moved across the room, reaching for his gun.

Mohinder was beginning to rely on senses other than sight. He heard footsteps in the apartment. He smelled… pizza? Obviously, Matt had not wanted to cook dinner. Mohinder heard the door open, a frightened gasp, and a telltale clicking sound. Before he knew what was happening, he reached out and said,

"No!" Just as he suspected, his hands came in contact with the end of Matt's gun. There was another gasp-like sound and the gun was gone. Mohinder discovered with dismay than he was no longer leaning against anything. His legs felt rather jelly-like, and he began to fall forward, but Matt caught him.

"It's OK," he said, "he saved my life. My head hurts." Mohinder felt a laugh trying to escape Matt's throat.

"What happened?" Matt asked.

"Ask him," Matt was about to when Mohinder continued, "Once we're inside." Matt nodded and assisted Mohinder to the couch. Sylar locked the door and followed them.

"Someone attacked him on his way home," he said, "I think it was Larry Andrews."

"Is he the one who came after us with the Haitian?" Mohinder asked.

"Yeah, he doesn't like me very much." Matt laughed ironically.

"What's his ability?" he asked.

"Darkness," Sylar answered, shortly.

"How does that work?"

"You don't want to know. Just hope you never meet him."

"Right, what should we do now?"

"We should look at his head. I don't know if I fixed it right."

"You can take brains apart, but you can't put one back together?" Matt didn't mean to sound so accusing to the man who had just saved his friend's life, but it was hard not to, this being Sylar and all. Sylar completely understood.

"A brain isn't like a watch," he explained, "You can't take it apart, figure out how it works, put it back together and expect it to be functional. You can't build a brain, you can only destroy it. There's nothing wrong with his brain anyway, I already checked that."

"I'd ask how you knew that, but I don't think I want to know," Matt said.

"What's going on?" Molly asked coming into the room. Mohinder tried to sit up, but Sylar held him back.

"I imagine you don't want to make that worse," he said. Molly stared, horrified that her guardians would let this man into the house.

It's ok, Matt thought to her, I won't let anyone hurt you. Molly slowly made her way around the couch. She gasped at the sight of a bloody bandage wrapped around Mohinder's forehead. She forgot her fear and rushed to his side. Taking his hand she asked,

"Are you OK?" He smiled and pulled her into a hug.

"I will be," he whispered.

"Why are we friends with the boogieman now?" he let her go and smiled again.

"He saved my life. Would you be so kind as to bring me the… um…the…"

"Ibuprofen," Matt finished for him. Molly trotted off to the kitchen. "Are you sure his brain is OK?"

"There's no permanent damage," Sylar said, and kneeling beside the couch began to unwind the bandage on Mohinder's head. Molly came back with a bottle of water and two pills.

"How did you open those?" Matt asked. Molly glared at him and said,

"Your condescending implications about 'child-proof' lids will be ignored on the grounds that it is almost three in the morning and you never sleep well anyway." She opened the water and handed it to Mohinder. Sylar stopped working for a moment, while he took the pills.

"Did you teach her that?" Matt asked as Sylar resumed.

"I haven't the slightest clue what you're talking about," Mohinder said, "Molly can think for herself."

"Right and every ten-year-old knows the words 'condescending' and 'implications'."

Olivia slapped her alarm clock. She really didn't want to get up this morning. She dragged herself out of bed and into the shower. Her phone rang again.

"I'm not answering!" she shouted from the bathroom. She knew whoever it was couldn't hear her, but the terrified look on the cat's face made her feel better. The caller didn't leave a message, so Olivia didn't bother calling back. After feeding the cat, she took half a grapefruit out of the refrigerator and turned on the morning news. Apparently, Nathan Petrelli had disappeared along with his brother from the hospital in Odessa last night, and no one had seen them. Their mother, Angela Petrelli, refused to comment. Olivia smiled. She already knew they left Texas and was having quite a laugh at the news' expense. She turned off the TV and looked at the file still sitting on the counter.

"I'm in quite a rut, aren't I? She said to the orange tabby cat, which was busy enjoying his breakfast. "Sam?" The cat didn't look up. "Fine, be that way, I'm going to work." Olivia grabbed her things and left the apartment. When she was gone, Sam stared at the door.

"Meow?"

Peter stood in the middle of a street. He surveyed his surroundings. His eyes came to rest on a familiar building. The Wandering Rocks was still open. He reached for the door, and then stopped before opening it. Did he really want to know? He had come this far there was no stopping now. The inside of the pub hadn't changed a bit. Tuko looked up from the counter and his eyes widened.

"Peter?!" he exclaimed.

"Tuko," Peter smiled, then became serious, "Have you seen Caitlin?"

"Caitlin? No, not since you left." Peter cursed. "What's going on?"

"I came here from the past," Peter said, careful that no one else could hear. Tuko gave him an incredulous look.

"Harvey!" He called to a man at the other end of the bar, "take over for me a minute will you?"

"Sure boss," the man said. Tuko grabbed a couple of drinks and led Peter to a table in the corner.

"You want to explain this?" He asked.

"You know I can do a lot of strange things," Peter began, Tuko nodded, "Well time travel is one of them. Caitlin and I came here and I accidentally left her. She was on her way here when we were separated. I thought she would come back home." Tuko shook his head.

"I spoke with her a few months ago, but I think that was the 'future' Caitlin."

"Then I do find her."

"How do you get that?"

"If you talked to her, she must have gone back and lived through the rest of the year."

"Where do you go from here?"

"I don't know. I just have to keep looking until I find her."

"Your first patient today is a head case," John said, when Olivia arrived at the office, "Literally." Olivia rolled her eyes.

"Can't you be less cryptic?" She said.

"No," John smiled and handed her a chart, "name's Mohinder Suresh, from Arabia or something."

"India," Olivia corrected, absently.

"Yeah, that, anyway, there's like four of them in there. They're kind of weird."

"Thanks," she glanced down at the chart. Mohinder Suresh!!She suddenly remembered. She hurried to the exam room and closed the door behind her. Sylar raised his eyebrows curiously.

"Is everything ok?" he asked. Olivia found her voice.

"Yes, um…" she looked at the chart, "What exactly happened here?"

"I really don't know," Mohinder said, "Someone attacked me last night." She began examining his head.

"Did you go to the police?"

"We have an idea who it was. Not someone the police can deal with."

"What, the mafia or something?"

"No a… secret company."

"Company?" A hint of recognition and fear affected Olivia's voice. "I'll be right back." She headed for the door, but Matt stopped her. He pulled back the collar of her lab coat and gasped.

"She's one of us!" he said, pulling back his own collar and showing her the marks left by the Company. Olivia glanced at the door, then back at the others.

"What's going on here?" She asked, suspiciously?"

"You know Nathan Petrelli?" Matt said.

"What?"

"I read your mind. How do you know him?"

"I don't, he called last night. Peter was my father's nurse, but I never met Nathan."

"But he told you something?"

"He said I might want to get in touch with a Mohinder Suresh."

"Why?"

"How do I know you people aren't from the 'secret company'?"

"I was," Mohinder said, "but they tried to kill me because I betrayed them. And if you don't mind…"

"Oh! Sorry," Olivia looked at his x-rays. "Well, there's nothing wrong with the inside."

"We knew that," Sylar said. Olivia gave him a questioning look and returned her attention to the x-rays. After a few seconds she frowned.

"What is it?" Matt asked.

"I'm not entirely sure," she held her hand in front of Mohinder's eyes, "can you see that?"

"No," he said.

"Uh-oh." Matt and Sylar exchanged worried glances. Olivia took out her flashlight, but the battery was dead. "Crap!" she said, tossing it to the counter. She tipped Mohinder's head back and held her index finger in front of his eye. A beam of light shot from her finger into his eye. "You still can't see anything?"

"No."

"Crap!" She repeated the expletive.

"What's wrong?"

"It seems to be my week for medical mysteries. There shouldn't be anything wrong with your eyes. Whatever hit you didn't do that much damage. Yeah, you will have a bad headache for awhile, but you should be able to see fairly well."

"That could be Larry's doing," Sylar said, "his power is the opposite of yours, darkness. He can keep people from seeing."

"What are all of your powers?" Olivia asked.

"I do a lot of things. Like Peter only I have to copy their DNA. Peter just has to meet them."

"Wait, what does Peter do?"

"He's like a sponge," Mohinder said, "He can use anyone else's ability once he meets them."

"Oh, what about you?" Olivia directed the question at Molly, who hadn't said a word yet.

"I can find people," she said, then her eyebrows rose, "Hey, I could find the evil darkness guy!"

"No!" Matt, Sylar, and Mohinder said, in unison. Molly crossed her arms in a posture of pouting, and Olivia secretly winked at her.

"And you read minds?" Olivia asked Matt.

"Yeah sort of," Matt said, "But it's more that that. I control the brain. I can put thoughts into your head."

"That's comforting."

So this chapter was a bit more fun. Let me know what you think of my OCs thus far. I love feedback!