Title: Godsend
Characters: All
Genre: Action/adventure, hints of romance and humor.
Rating: T, PG-13ish
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes or any of its characters.
Summary: My version of the 12th ep, Godsend. Close to the story as I can get, as I have seen from preview. Paire, IsaacSimone. Obviously post fallout. Part three, just after the second add break.


Godsend

"Of course he said it out load! How else would I be able to hear him?" exclaimed Audrey, looking around incredulously. Mohinder looked thoughtful as he typed something into his laptop.

"Your name doesn't appear on this list, so my theory is that, Mr. Parkman; you projected your thoughts onto others. I take it from the look on your face that this hasn't happened before."

"What's this list you just mentioned?" asked Audrey, slipping back into her interrogation mode. Mohinder motioned for Matt to read the book, before answering.

"This is a list my father made," Mohinder explained, swirling his laptop to face Audrey. "It contains the names and locations of people with genetic anomalies. These anomalies, or mutations, are the next stage of man's evolution. They are also the cause of the capabilities these people have." While Mohinder continued his explanation, Matt was staring disbelievingly at the pages of the book he held. The title he had recognised easily enough, he had tried to learn all he could about his telepathy. But this, this would take days to figure out. Annoyed with himself, he set the book down on the desk and took a seat.

"When you called me," interrupted Matt, "you mentioned the name Sylar. How do you know that name?"

"Ah, yes, I almost forgot. When I first moved into this apartment, I found numerous things labelled with the word Sylar. I visited his apartment and looked around, finding a hidden room. In it was some research, a map like the one behind me, and an odd room. It was quite bare, except for the writing. 'Forgive me' and 'I have sinned' was written over and over."

"Why didn't you report this to the police?" asked Audrey. Mohinder looked at her with an amused expression on his face.

"I tried, but I had two problems. The first was simple; report what? There was nothing illegal in the apartment. The second was that by the time I convinced the police to look around, everything was gone. Anyway, I searched the name Sylar, and only came up with a watch company. The only link I can see to the list is a watchmaker. His name is Gabriel Gray."

"Well, it's not much, but I want to check it out," stated Audrey. "Where can I find this Gabriel Gray?"

"He disappeared six months ago," said Mohinder.

"Six months ago? That's when the killings first began."

"Exactly. Too be more precise, he disappeared the day that Brian Davis was killed."


Claire watched in horror as Peter sat up in his hospital bed, yelling in pain, his eyes almost glowing. The shout died in his throat as the glow faded, and he fell back, looking around the room wildly.

"Peter, are you alright?" His gaze fell upon her face, and he tried to say something, but the tube down his throat reduced him to choked gasps. "Hold on, I'll call the nurse." She reached over him, and firmly pushed the call button several times, then looked back at him.

"Peter, can you hear me?" she asked. He tried to speak again, and then nodded. She gave a relieved smile, then wrapped her arms around him. Surprisingly, she felt tears fill her eyes. "Thank god you're okay."


Hiro walked down the streets of New York City, staring in amazement at the people and buildings around him. It was so different from Japan, yet in some ways similar. The people seemed to be in a constant hurry, like the world would end if they were late. Hiro laughed and looked up at the sky. Destiny had led him here. Then he heard a voice.

"Help! Please, somebody. Help!" it came from an alleyway to his right. The people rushing around him, bumping into him, paid no heed. They acted as if they couldn't hear the screams. Hiro wondered if he should do the same. Then the memory of the murdered poker players, of Charlie lying on the floor, rushed into his mind. He couldn't save them, but maybe he could save this person. Decided, Hiro pushed his way through the stream of people, and ran down the alley. When he came to a fork, we looked down both paths, unsure which way to go, before he heard the voice again from his left.

"Please, anyone. Please help!" The voice belonged to a woman, obviously distressed.

"Shut her up, before someone comes," said another voice. It was deeper, male, and had a gruff edge. Hiro sprinted down the side-alley and turned a corner just in time to see a large man hit a woman. She had dark brown skin, with frizzy brown hair, and was just a little taller than Hiro himself. A second man stood to the side, shifting his weight from one foot to another, obviously nervous. He was shorter than the first man, and scrawny. The large man raised his hand again, and Hiro shouted.

"Hey!" All three turned to look at him. "Let her go," he said, in disjointed English. Why is this language so hard? He asked himself in wonder. The large man laughed, and shoved the woman to the scrawny one.

"Here, hold her. I want to deal with this one. Give him a welcome to America." He grinned, showing his teeth, and reached behind him. There was a slight ringing sound, like metal being sharpened, and the man pulled out a samurai sword. Hiro's eyes widened in horror. What had he gotten himself into?


Peter sat in the bed, leaning against some pillows. He was listening to Claire explain what had happened over the last few days. When she finished, they sat in silence for a few moments before she tentatively asked, "Why were you yelling when you woke up?"

Peter closed his eyes and let out a long breath before answering. "I was having a dream right before I woke up. I've had it before, when I collapsed, and others like it. They're odd, more like visions. The first one was six months ago. It was about my brother, and his wife, in a car crash. They were hit by another car. I woke up to the phone ringing. It was the hospital, telling me that there had been an accident. I've had a few since then, but this was… different." He paused and opened his eyes, waiting for Claire to tell him he sounded crazy or to stop being superstitious, but she just sat and waited for him to continue. "I'm walking through New York, but it's deserted, except for a few people. They're all moving away from me, scared of me. Except one person. You run up to me, and say something. I think it's 'I'm sorry', and then you run away. That's when the pain starts. I start burning, and yelling. Then the vision stops."

Claire stared at him, silent for a moment, before asking, "What's it mean?"

"I think it means… I think it means I'm going to blow up New York City." He closed his eyes again, fear overcoming him. Then a cool hand wrapped around his. He looked at it, then at Claire who was just watching him.

"Maybe. But it could mean something entirely different. We won't know until the end. But if it does. If you are going to blow up New York, when the time comes, I won't run away."

A/N: Hey, sorry it took so long. Here it is. Go me. As always, please read and review. Cheers. Two more parts to go, both to be up before the 22nd.