Lab Room B, Primatech Facility, Hartsdale, New York, 1993

Adam sat next to Eve, staring down at her sleeping form. He was hooked up to her, his blood constantly flowing into her. An agent stood nearby as a guard. Sanchez worked on other projects he had in his lab, watching Adam out of the corner of his eye. Eve moved slightly, her eyes opening.

"Ugh. I feel terrible." She opened her eyes and stared right into the face of Adam Monroe. She blushed. He smirked.

"Why, hello." Adam said softly.

"He-hello." Eve whispered back.

Sanchez looked over briefly. Adam caught his glance.

"My name's Adam." He introduced.

"My name's Eve." She said back, still a bit starstruck.

"So that would make us . . . Adam and Eve." He pointed out.

Eve absorbed the information and nodded. Sanchez cleared his throat loudly.

"You fainted." Adam told Eve. "They needed my blood to help heal you."

Eve smiled.

"Well, thank you." She said.

Adam smiled back at her.

"Why haven't I met you before?" Eve asked him.

"They tend to not let me out much." He motioned to the agent behind him.

"But your blood heals people." She said.

"It can heal a lot of people, but they don't trust me here." He revealed.

Sanchez cleared his throat even louder and the agent nearby grabbed Adam's arm in a warning gesture. Adam looked at the hand on his arm, then back to Eve. His eyes said, "See?"

Eve turned her eyes to Sanchez, convinced she was now hooked up to some sort of mad man. If they didn't trust him, should she?

"What's wrong with me?" She asked.

Sanchez looked up from his work briefly.

"You're sick. We're making something to make you better." He replied vaguely.

Eve stared at him for a few seconds, expecting something more. When he said nothing more, she turned back to Adam.

"So what's going on with you?"

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Primatech Facility, Hartsdale, New York, 1993

Linderman and Arthur Petrelli walked down the halls of Primatech, a vial in Linderman's hand.

"Was leaving her with Adam such a good idea?" Arthur asked.

"They needed to be introduced at some point, and we can easily erase any . . . unwanted conversations from her mind." Linderman reasoned.

He nodded to the Haitian, who had been idly standing by, and he began to walk behind the two older men. Arthur smirked.

"Think about it, she will be perfect. We are creating perfection right now. She will never die, and one day she may rule the world, spreading our message." He said.

"Provided we can keep her behavior in check." Linderman said.

"We WILL keep her behavior in check." Arthur emphasized.

They arrived at Lab Room B and Linderman motioned the Haitian inside. He approached Eve, laying his hand on her head, as Adam was led out. He and the two founders exchanged a look.