Author's notes: So yeah, I hate being sick, I wanted to have this up earlier, but anyway, I'd like to say thank you for who ever is reading this, and promise to have more action soon, also that I am going to be doing a lot of writing to this Fan Fiction. As always, please remember to review and alert for more of this story...
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Emy

Chapter four

Medical miracle

I could see the man's feet as he ran away, but I blinked a few times, maybe this was how death happens, but after a few moments of lying on the ground, I knew I wasn't dead, or dying. I pushed myself into a sitting position, placing my hands to my chest, I looked to my t shirt, the white stained with red, and then I pushed my finger through the hole the knife made. I quickly rushed to my feet before feeling my keys still in my hand. I ran to my apartment. Slammed the door before pulling the shirt off, I looked into the hallway mirror touching the skin of my chest, my white laces bra was stained red, but as I brushed my hand against my skin, the blood wasn't flowing, but was drying around the left side of my chest. I knew I felt the knife go in, I felt the pain, but as I walked into the bathroom my t shirt still in hand I picked up a flannel running under a tap. I rinsed it out before wiping it over the blood. I kept wiping seeing it was all gone, but there wasn't a mark. No sign that I'd been stabbed at all. The only evidence was the blood soaked clothes.

The buzzer caught me off guard as I rushed into the living room, I pressed the answer button. "Hello, it's me," Peter spoke softly, I glanced down at myself. I felt weird about having him over now, but didn't want to turn him away, "I have grocery bags, not getting any lighter…" he joked, my mind going a blank.

"Sorry, come up…" I pressed the enter button, running into my bedroom, I pulled the bra off, finding a clean one, and then pushing the blood stained clothes into my hamper, I quickly decided I wasn't going to say anything, tonight I was going to have fun.

Opening the door I was wearing another t shirt, smiling, "Sorry, let me take one of these," I said looking to the two massive brown bags. I reached out taking one of the bags from him.

"You're saying sorry a lot," he smiled as I closed the door behind him, my eyes looking quickly into the bag, "Hope you're not a vegetarian," he laughed as I showed him the way to the kitchen.

I placed the bag down onto the counter started to help take the food out, my eyes kept looking to my hands, "No, never was my thing." I whispered, I turned to see him looking at me.

Peter now stepped closer to me, I couldn't help but hold my breath as touched my hand, "have you been bleeding?" he asked touching my fingers slowly, I glanced down too seeing the blood dried on my hand.

"Oh, cat scratch me, it's nothing…" I stepped away from his quickly going to the sink; I ran the water before scrubbing my skin quickly. I showed him my hands after, "see fine." I smiled quickly taking two wine bottles out the bag, "planning on getting me drunk?" I asked while seeing it was white wine, so I placed it in the fridge.

"Not drunk," he took out more of the food, "Just tell me where things are, then you can go study…" he added while I shook my head.

"Ok, ok," I held my hands up while smiling, "Knives, there," I pointed to the counter. "Pans and pots are under the sink," I now walked to the door, lightly turning to face him, "It's a small kitchen, things are simple to find…" I now walked back into the living room finding my books, my eyes looking down to my chest, it still felt weird knowing I'd been stabbed through the heart, and was still alive.

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"I'm so sorry I don't have a dining table." I laughed while swirling my wine in my glass, we sat and dined at the coffee table, sitting on the living room floor next to each other. I glanced at the candle light, the food was amazing.

Peter sipped some of his wine before placing it on the table, and then moved his knife and fork. "It has its own personal charm to it," he smiled looking around the dimly lit room, Milo joining up. The cat was purring and making a fuss of Peter. "So how long have you been living in New York?" he asked brushing his hand over Milo's back, but his eyes kept focused on me.

I now drank some of my wine, it was strange, but after my second glass, I didn't feel any effect of the drink like I normally would. "I've lived here for two months, I thought I'd get the apartment, for four months, I had it decorated, but only moved in when it was liveable." I now placed my glass down, looking to the empty plates.

"Well, it's nice what you've done with the place," Peter stood up picking the plates; I laughed standing up too taking the plates off him.

"You cooked, the least I can do is clean," I couldn't help but keep smiling, his hands brushed mine giving the plates over.

"Fine, can I use your rest room?" he asked, his voice so polite, his free hand brushing a group of stray hairs out of my eyes, making my heart pound.

"Bathroom, hall first door on the left." I smiled watching him leave, I rushed into the kitchen placing the plates down. I inhaled quickly while starting to fill the sink with hot soapy water.

Cleaning up, I placed the final pan on the draining board, my hand going to a knife, my eyes studied the blade, I felt stupid, but a part of me was drawn to the sharp piece of metal. "What you doing?" Peter said catching my attention; I dropped the knife into the less soapy water, my eyes turned to look at him.

"Just finishing up, then we can watch that movie." I said while looking to the time, "or not, it's getting late…" I pointed to the time, and Peter the time too.

"Yeah, time does go by…" he pursed, "are you ok? Your hand is bleeding." He stated stepping close to me, his hand taking mine before I could pull it away, his eyes studied it, but slowly looked up to me, his eyes didn't look shocked, or scared. "I don't see any cut, Zoey, can I ask you something?" his voice concern, I felt my face losing all colour, but I nodded quickly. "How long have you been about to heal?" he asked softly while I kept still.

"I don't understand, I don't understand any of this…" I spoke slowly, but I could feel Peter's hands stroking mine, his eyes kept on mine, but I felt my throat dry up.

"Hey, hey, hey, Zoey." His voice snapped me out of my panic, his hands touching my face holding my attention, "this may sound strange, but I know what you are going through." He said slowly, my eyes blinked.

"How could you know what I'm going through?" I whispered, my voice croaked, his fingertips brushed a tear from the corner of my eye slowly.

"I know, because I went through it too…" he answered me softly, his eyes kept on mine, and then he let me go, "I'm just trying to understand, what ability you have." He added while I raised an eyebrow.

"Ability?" I question, he started to pace the kitchen.

"Well, had anything happened to you, anything…" he pursed while his cell phone rung, he looked to the caller ID, "I have to take this, I'll be right back." He answered the phone walking into the other room. I now walked over to the sink, my eyes looked to the knife, and then I picked it up. I placed the blade to my fingertip pushing it quickly, I winced feeling the pain, but I glanced back, I watched as the skin joined back together, putting my finger in front of my eyes, I couldn't see any evidence of myself being cut at all.

I turned around with the knife in one hand, my other still up; Peter stood looking to me, his eyes wide. "We need to talk." He said in a voice that was so serious it scared me a little.

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I downed the glass of wine that I had left, but my eyes kept staring at Peter. "I don't get it; you're saying that I have the ability, to copy other abilities…" I placed the glass down, my eyes searching his for a trace of a lie.

"I know it's hard to believe, but Bethany, she told me about the dream you had, that saved a man's life." He took my hand, his skin felt warm against my own, but all that he told me, it wasn't sinking in.

I laughed, "Trust Bethany to keep her mouth shut…" I now leaned forward taking the wine bottle poring more into my glass, Peter touching my hand moving the bottle, then the glass away from me. "I'm sorry, just this doesn't seem real, I mean I see the news, I heard about it, but it being real…" I reached for my glass, but Peter took it away.

"It is real, it sounds strange, but my mother." He pursed, "She has dreams, that she saw you in a dream, she said you will help save me." He reached out touching my hands; I didn't notice how much I was shaking.

"Save you, from what?" I felt my voice raise, my eyes looking to the way his hands held mine, my heart pounding, I didn't know what to think. "Peter, I'm just a medical intern, but even I know what happened to me, it's a medical miracle." I now look up to his face, a piece of his hair had falling over his eyes, and I reached over pushing it back.

"She didn't tell me, she just said that I'd meet a girl on the subway, she told me, you would need to meet her, and the rest is up to you." He now moved the hair out of my face, my eyes studying his.

"Peter, this just doesn't seem right, it's hard for me to explain." My voice trembled, but I felt him wrap his arms around me, I felt the warmth of his body against mine, my head rested gently against his chest feeling the soft thumping of his heart.

"It's ok, I won't make you do anything, I just need to know." He pursed, I moved my head so I could look into his eyes, "I need to know what you dreamt?" he asked softly playing a hand over my cheek, his eyes warm, and his face full of worry.

I moved back, I pushed myself to my feet before walking to the window, "I can't tell you, I just, it's horrible, and you won't want to know." I now turned to see he was standing behind me. "Please, you honestly don't want to know…" my voice trembled with my bottom lip, but felt Peter put his arms around me again, holding me close to him I tried to stop myself crying.

Peter brushed a hand down my back, I could hear him trying to sooth me, his voice calming, "I'm sorry, it's just I need to know," he whispered while I held onto him, this moment I just wanted to tell him, but I kept seeing the man's face, the one that was inside of Nathan Petrelli, my eyes closing tight feeling like I had to keep this from him, for his own good.

I moved my face back, my eyes studying over his, biting my lip, I sighed. "I don't think you're going to like it…" I whispered slowly, my hand pointed back to the sofa, "you better sit for this." I added while he walked over to the sofa, his hand held mine so I walked with him.

Peter now was sitting, I sat beside him taking his hand, "I'm a big boy, I can handle it…" he said lightly while I laughed.

"A big boy…" I repeated, "I don't find that hard to believe." I added while feeling my fingers play with his. "The dream, it's hard to explain, I was at the ICU unit, walking, people panicking. I felt I was walking towards something, and then Bethany, she'd run towards me, screaming, she had blood over her hands, she held me, begged me to save her." I pursed, I couldn't forget the sound of her voice, "Then I see, I saw Nathan, it was like he used an invisible force, to push her against the wall, he." I bit my lip trying to stop myself feeling scared, Peter holding both my hands tight.

"What happens next Zoey?" Peter asked me, his eyes kept staring into mine, I glanced to our hands.

"He moved his hands, pointed them to her forehead, and then it was like he was sawing the top of her head off, right in front of me…" I spoke so low, I didn't think he could hear me, but he tilted my chin up, his eyes searching mine more deeply. "I see a man, he walked from the other end of the corridor, he said he was sorry, and I looked to Nathan, just, he wasn't Nathan anymore, it was someone else, and he looked so horrible…" I now looked away from Peter.

"Can you describe what these other men looked like?" Peter asked quickly, my eyes turning back to look at him, "please." He added while I nodded.

"I can do one better, I drew them…" I got up from my feet walking over to my desk in the corner with my computer, I picked up the scrap book bring it to Peter.

"When I couldn't sleep, the dreams got too much; I drew the men in my dream…" I now opened the page. "This is the man who said sorry…"

"Matt…" Peter said under his breath, I touched his hand, "I know this man, he had the ability to control minds, he can read thoughts, and control people, dreams…" he then looked to me. "What about the other man?" he spoke quickly, I turned the page. Peter's face fell; it was like his breath caught in his lungs.

"Peter, who is here?" I asked while he pushed the picture away from us, his hands held onto me, "Peter you're scaring me." I whispered.

"He's a bad man, a very bad man, his name is Sylar…" Peter didn't look too happy, but he kept still.

I now moved closer to him, I moved one of my hands touching his face, "Peter, the dream ends, it ends with him killing me…" I whispered softly, I felt Peter snap out of a trance.

"But the thing is, this man, he's meant to be dead, I was told he got killed…" his voice was going dark, I could feel the tension. "I can't believe after everything we've been through, she'd lie!" Peter got up in a rage; I jumped up holding him still. "I gotta go…" he said while I stood still, my hands fell to my side.

I didn't know what to do, I kept looking to him, feeling completely lost in all of this, "don't leave me." I whispered slowly, I couldn't control it. Peter stopped at the door; he turned looking at me, but froze closing the door shut. "After finding out all of this, you can't leave me alone…" I added, Peter now moved from the hall back into the living room, his arms wrapped around me again, I felt him brushing his hands down my hair.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…" he whispered while I moved my face to look into his, "I am just so mad at her, I don't know what to do." His voice was straining to keep control, my hands touching his face.

"In the end, I think Parents, they lie for a reason, to protect you from something." I pursed, "Peter, I don't want to be alone…" I added while he brushed a hand over my cheek.

"I'll stay with you, but tomorrow, I'm going to get answers from her, and you can help me…" he added while I nodded.

"I have my first day off tomorrow." I added while stepping away. "I'm going to get ready for bed, I know it sounds too much, but can you stay with me," I blushed before feeling his hand reach out touching my arm.

"Just call me when you're ready." He spoke softly, I nodded going into my bed room. I found my night shirt, and shorts getting dressed out of my clothes, into my night clothes. I'd only know Peter a day or so shy of a week, but I knew I could trust him.

I poked my head out of my bedroom, now seeing Peter standing there. "I just want someone with me, in case I have another dream…" I whispered, he nodded taking my hand as he joined me in my bed room.

"I'll be here with you, I'll make sure you're ok." He added as I got into the covers, he sat on the edge watching me. Then he kicked his shoes off doing the same. I placed my head on the pillow, my eyes studying him closely. "Goodnight Zoey…" he said gently brushing his lips against my forehead, I closed my eyes taking in the small sign of affection.

"Goodnight Peter…" I yawned feeling him lay beside me, I wrapped my arm around his chest, I felt him move my head resting on his chest, and so I feel to sleep to the sound of his beating heart.