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Chapter Four: How I Learnt Some Awful News And Also Met The Baby

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Noah Bennet (!!!!!!) gazed at me – the Crazy One, he was probably thinking – and then continued the conversation he was apparently having with Elle. "You shouldn't be shirking your responsibilities, Elle. He is your son." How awesome is he? Who says 'shirking' anymore, anyway? Wait. What?

Elle, who had managed to inch her way past him, started babbling. "Right. Fine. I'll go check up on his right away." She skedaddled.

I turned to Sylar. "Elle has a son?" I then looked at Peter. "You failed to mention this?"

Sylar was silent. I hoped, with mortification, because I had a sneaking suspicion (okay, it was a great big one) that he was the father. How messed up are these people, anyway? My dad was right. No one would be as silly as they are in real life. I grinned to myself. The reason I love fantasy, I suppose.

Peter sighed. "Sorry. His name's Noah, btw." Oh my gods! Peter speaks internet-speak!! How cool is that? "I should have mentioned it."

My subtle glance radar (maybe that's my power? Hopefully I have a power...although – another sneaking suspicion, dammit – I don't think I do. Damn my practical brain) picked up Peter's subtle glance at Sylar. Hmmm...I wonder...

I decided not to pursue that train of thought. Down that path lies only disappointment. Thankfully they're not brothers anymore. I mean, it sort of made sense...but I like to have delusions that had absolutely no incest in them, thank you very much.

Noah sighed, bringing me back to the conversation at hand. "You should really stop being so aloof," he said, apparently to Sylar who looked as surprised as I felt at being addressed by the awesome (he said 'aloof'!!) HRG. "And you should get to know your son. Before it's too late."

A sad look crossed his face, a look he made no move to hide. A horrible feeling hit me. No. No, it can't be. I refuse to believe it. No. No.

"Has something happened to Lyle?" I asked, even though I really had no business asking.

Noah looked at me. He'd never looked like that. Ever. "Yes," he said quietly and then trudged back up the stairs.

There was a silence. I tried not to hyperventilate – I didn't have my inhalers so it would not be a very good idea. Lyle. Oh gods. No, it can't be, it really can't. I turned towards Peter. He knew what I wanted to know, without me saying a word. Sometimes I forget how wonderful he can be.

"Two years ago Lyle, Sandra and Claire were in a...accident," he said sadly. "None of them made it."

I blinked. "But Claire...isn't she, like, invincible?" Why was I asking about Claire? I hated the whiny ass bitch. But still...Lyle. And Sandra.

Peter shook his head. "Not from decapitation, she isn't."

I took a deep, if shaky, breath. "Who's responsible? I mean, who did it?"

"We don't know," he replied. I wondered if all those Paire shippers had been right about him loving Claire as more than just his niece. "And we've tried hard enough to find out but...nothing. It remains a mystery."

Sylar took my hand in his. I think my subtle glance radar was on hyper alert since I thought I detected a hint of jealousy in the look Peter gave our hands. Dammit, I shouldn't have even been thinking these thoughts! Lyle was dead! Dead! Life was crap, even in TV shows. Dammit, why does my dad always have to be right? At least my treacherous heart seemed to be respecting my grief – it didn't begin to beat faster when Sylar took my hand. What a relief. Sort of.

"Do you want to meet Noah?" Nathan asked me quietly. "I'm sure Elle wouldn't mind." Oh gods! I'd completely forgotten he was there! I hadn't really had a chance to actually look at him. Now I did. His hair! It was the season two hair!! Without the beard, thank the gods. That thing had seriously creeped me out.

I nodded. Maybe seeing a baby would cure me of these morbid oh-gods-Lyle's-really-dead thoughts. Hopefully.

Elle wasn't even in the baby's room when we entered. Noah was, gazing into the crib at baby Noah. Hmmm, I wonder why Elle named her baby after him. Maybe she just liked the name. That's probably it. Get a bit confusing, though.

I went to stand beside the older Noah – fine, I see why they call him HRG but you aren't going to see me abbreviate his entire character to a pair of glasses – and looked down at baby Noah. Apart from my nephew (who is the cutest, most adorable baby ever) I'd have to say that baby Noah was the most beautiful baby I'd ever laid eyes on.

He gurgled at me and my heart was lost. Step aside, Sylar. Move over, Peter. Baby Noah had my heart. "He's just...wow."

Sylar, who had apparently followed me up the stairs, was a bit intrigued my gushing. At least that's what his next action led me to believe. What? I'm not a mind reader. The weird connections my mind makes at the most random times made me think of Matt Parkman. I'd ask about him later. Anyway, Sylar moved to stand beside me at the crib.

I looked over at him and I knew his heart had also been stolen by that baby thief before us.

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