Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or Gilmore girls.

Also, I have no recollection of ever being in a hospital, so bare with me if I get this incorrect.

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Jess took his car on the long drive. Melinda would occasionally close her eyes, her head leaning against the window but she never went to sleep. She thought of Nathan. He was not like Peter at all, except for their looks, and even there, they weren't too similar. Jess and Peter looked more similar (A/N I wonder why?).

When she thought of Nathan, she thought of a politician, a businessman, who would do or say anything to get ahead, no matter what the consequences were to the people around him. He was not caring like Peter and showed no interest in getting to know her and Jess. The first question he asked when he first met them was if they had told anyone they were related.

Jess looked over at Melinda and smiled a small smile, looking at her closed eyes and saw that she was yawning. His eyes were lowered to her stomach. He was going to be an uncle. Well, yes, technically he was already an uncle when Nathan's wife had Monty, or was it Simon? He couldn't remember. Melinda will make a great mother, he decided. The main goal now, however was to make sure she lived till the due date. With Sylar being out there, ready to kill anyone that crossed his path, that was not guaranteed.

Despite living in the same place, Melinda was not hard like Jess. She was relatively innocent and tried to do okay in school, at least until she quit it.

"Joshua, Joshua, Joshua," He muttered to himself, making sure that Melinda was not listening. She wasn't. Jess was admittedly mad at Joshua; because of him so many opportunities that Melinda had was gone.

"Jess?" Melinda whined, moving her body so she faced him.

"Yeah?"

"Do you have any food?"

Jess let out a smirk. Melinda, even when she was a child, always had her mind on food. She reminded him of Rory and Lorelai sometimes. "Yeah, in the glove department."

Melinda took out a bag of chips and began to devour it. She was so hungry and the chips, though a bit stale, were good.

"How much longer until we get to New York?" Melinda asked, twirling her hair around her fingers.

"About an hour left." He looked into her eyes and could see how tired she was. He got his leather jacket from his back seat and put it over her lap. "Go to sleep. I'll wake you when we get there."

She shook her head. "I can't sleep."

"Nathan will be fine, you know?" Jess assured her, maybe trying to assure himself too.

"It's just," Melinda seemed to choke on her words and tears spilled down her cheek. "If he can get Nathan, he can get any of us. Even if you, or Peter, try to protect the baby, she could be killed. I could be killed." By now, she was sobbing, hugging her stomach.

Jess patted her shoulder awkwardly. He could not stand to see a woman cry, let alone his sister. She was usually so strong about these things and would always say how she was not afraid to die, but now he could clearly see that she was.

Melinda dozed off eventually, leaving Jess alone. He put on the radio and kept switching stations, passing by many sugar sweet pop stations, until he found a good song and kept driving. He also was very tired and envied Melinda and her ability to sleep anywhere.

The rest of the drive was uneventful and Melinda slept soundly, occasionally letting out a snore or a whimper.

When they reached the hospital parking lot, Jess shook Melinda in an attempt to wake her up.

"Ahhh! What is it, Jess?" She groaned, snuggling in the jacket that Jess gave her, not even bothering to open her eyes.

"We're here." He said simply.

Melinda's eyes flew open and looked out her window. She then began to breathe faster, as if she was anxious and started to fix her hair, pulling back any loose strands.

Jess looked at her with amusement and smirked. "Are you nervous?"

She nodded, still fixing her hair. "I mean, I haven't seen the man in years and-oh my god! Their mom is going to be there. She knows about us right? Does she know what we can do, what Nathan can do? What if she doesn't want us there and we have to go all the way back home and won't get to see Nathan!" She panicked and, although Jess still found it kind of funny, he wrapped his arms around her.

"Everything is going to be okay. I'm pretty sure that she knows about us, I do not know is she knows what we can do, though." He answered.

"What if we won't get to see him?" Melinda asked in a meek voice.

Jess sighed. Times like this helped him remember that she truly was just a child. "Peter will make sure that we get in and see him," He sighed and looked at her. "Happy?"

"Yeah," With that, they got out of the car and went into the hospital.

The walls were white and had pictures and paintings of happy things; sunsets on the beach, puppies sleeping next to kittens, school children playing jump rope and hand clapping games. The room smelled like cleaning products.

There were people waiting in chairs, but Melinda did not know if they were waiting for a loved one to see or if they were the ones that needed medical attention. She looked at the people and felt a wave of guilt. They were people who had a family member or friend that could get hurt, or die. All of her family, which consisted in her eyes of Peter and Jess, could not get hurt and would not die easily. She gave a woman, who looked as if she was sobbing for a few hours and clutching a photograph, a look of extreme pity. Maybe the woman's child or husband got hurt. She hoped that everything would work out for her.

But Melinda was not able to ponder that thought any longer because Jess swiftly took her hand and headed her to the receptionist standing behind the desk.

"How can I help you?" She asked in a too sweet voice, showing off her white smile.

Jess's eyes narrowed and he could already tell this woman was going to annoy him. "My half brother, Nathan Petrelli, where is he?"

The receptionist looked down at her list. "Petrelli? Petrelli? Oh, yes, here he is. Room fifteen."

"Thanks." And led Melinda down the hall, averting her eyes from the sick people moving around outside. Melinda did the same.

"Room fifteen!" Melinda said, pointing to a closed door. "Should we just go in, or knock or what…"

"Uh," Jess put his hand in a fist and was going to knock when someone just opened the door from the other side.

It was Peter. He looked awful. He had bags under his eyes and his hair was unkempt. There were tearstains on his cheeks, his eyes full of grief. He managed a weak smile when he saw who it was.

It was Melinda who embraced him with a hug. "I am so sorry, Peter." She whispered to him.

Peter rubbed her back. "Thank you."

They released each other, and Peter and Jess nodded at each other.

"How you doing Jess?"

"Fine," He said, but he received a death glare from Melinda so he added, "Nathan okay?"

"Yeah, he's conscious but he's sleeping right now. He'll make it." They were still standing in the hall. "Why don't you come in and see him?"

Jess and Melinda exchanged looks and cautiously went into the room. There lay Nathan asleep in the bed. When they got closer, they saw that he had a long cut across his forehead and a black eye. His cheeks were covered in bruises and scrapes. There were a bandage stained with blood on his head and was wrapped.

Melinda felt like she was going to cry, but instead, put her hand on her stomach and closed her eyes. She couldn't believe how un-Nathan he looked.

When Jess saw him, he just felt rage. Sylar did this to his own flesh and blood. Sure, he might not exactly like Nathan, but he cared for him at least a little, of only for Melinda and Peter's sake. He didn't want him to die or anything. He glances at Melinda and put an arm around her when he noticed how helpless she looked.

"He's going to live, Melinda." He whispered this reassurance to her.

She just nodded, keeping her eyes closed.

Peter moved over to the chair near Nathan's bed and took his hand.

"Hey Nathan," He shook his hand a little, "wake up. You won't imagine who is here." He looked at Melinda and Jess and smiled a little.

Before Peter could continue, Angela Petrelli came into the room. She completely ignored the two newcomers.

"How is he Peter?"

Peter noticed the snub but said nothing about it. "He's okay, but in deep sleep."

Jess was pissed that she just passed by them without saying a word.

"Hello Mrs. Petrelli." He said with as much venom as he could put into those words.

Angela pretended to have just noticed them.

"Oh!" She said, clapping her hands together and giving a false smile, "When did you get here?"

"Uhh, a couple of minutes ago." Melinda spoke up, still shy and weary of the lady.

She continued to nod. "Well it is very nice of you to see Nathan and make sure he is well," Before they could respond, Angela's cell phone went off, "If you will excuse me for a moment." She steeped out of the room and moved down the hall.

Peter gave them an apologetic look. "Sorry about that. Mom can just be like that sometimes. You'll like her once you get to know her."

"I don't know if we'll really have the chance to, Peter." She said.

"Why?"

"Well we'll have to get going back to Stars Hallow. I mean," She looked at Jess, "He has school and then the baby and all and I don't think we'll be able to stay here long."

Peter looked like he was going to say something back, but then they heard a mumble and a groan.

It was Nathan. He was trying to prompt himself up but he felt dizzy and put his head back into the pale pillows.

Peter quickly went back to his brother's side.

"Hey Pete." Nathan greeted weakly, his eyes closing for seconds at a time.

He smiled. "Hey Nathan."

"Hi Nathan." Jess said, walking slowly to wear Peter was, careful to keep his distance.

"Who's that?" He asked, not bothering to open his eyes.

"Jess." Peter told him.

"Jess?" He asked puzzled. It only took a moment for his eyes to widen and stare at Jess like he was an alien. "Jess Mariano?"

"Yep." Jess said.

Melinda took a deep breath and went to Jess, clutching his hand. "I'm here too. I'm Melinda. Do you remember me?"

He just nodded and had a faraway look in his eyes, as if he was trying to recall the time he had met them.

"How are you doing?" He asked coldly.

Jess's lips tightened to a thin line and his eyes narrowed. "Fine."

"How did you know I was here?" Nathan demanded, his voice no longer tired, but strong and aggressive.

Melinda felt tears well up. "Peter told us. We wanted to make sure that you were okay."

Peter noticed that she was on the brink of crying and so did Jess.

"Jess," He addressed his half brother, "Why don't you and Melinda get a little something to eat? There is a hot dog stand on the right of the street."

Jess took the hint and agreed, taking Melinda out of the room.

When Peter made sure that they were outside of hearing, he turned his attention back to his brother.

"What is wrong with you?"

Nathan looked at Peter, obviously confused. "What are you talking about?"

"They are your brother and sister and-"

"Half brother and sister." Nathan interrupted.

"Fine, half brother and sister. They have come all the way from Stars Hallow to New York just to make sure that you were okay!"

"Why did you call them? You've barely had contact with them for years and now all of a sudden," He moved his arms extravagantly. "They are your brother and sister."

Peter just shook his head, trying to keep his usually tame temper down. "Please just try to be nice. They will not be here for too long. I know that you haven't missed them, but I have."

Angela returned and had a large cup of coffee in her hand.

"Nathan, you are awake." She went to her son's bed and kissed him on the forehead.

"Yeah ma, I am."

"Well good," She looked around the room. "Where are Melinda and Jessie?"

"Jess ma, just Jess. They went to get something to eat." Peter informed her.

"I see. Am I correct in saying that the girl, Melinda, was with child?"

"Yes she is."

"She is?" Nathan looked shocked to say the least.

Peter looked at his brother incredulously. "You didn't notice?"

"I am tired, Peter. I did not notice every single thing about them."

"Whatever," They stood around awkwardly, or in Nathan's case, lay down awkwardly.

Peter looked at his watch and frowned. "I'm going to go see if they found the food place I told them to go to."

With that, he left.

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Whew! That had to be the longest chapter I have ever written and, if I may so myself, one of the best chapters I have written on this story. Sorry for not updating, but a lot of things have come up. Please read and review!

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