Author's Note: I'm sorry for extremely late update.

Be My Escape

Chapter Seven: Unpredictable Attachments

Gabriel heard it—that horrible sob of pain that came from the blonde cheerleader. It torn at his heart, making it ached in guilt for having caused her to hurt. The burning sensation boiled inside of him, threatening to consume him whole. His feet seemed to have a mind of its own—or rather, it took a while for his brain to register his body had acted upon his desire to comfort her.

It took him another moment to realize a car had come out of nowhere, but this time, there was need for no hesitation, no need for an analysis of the scenario about to happen. His mind had not needed a second to realize what he felt.

Fear—for what he could lose. He had not even been slightly aware that something-- no, someone was already so important to him. He didn't know he was invested—too invested—in her. That it was too late to back out, to return to his old ways, the ones before Claire came into his life. Now he gave a damn about someone other than his mother, other than himself, and had put himself out there in more than one way.

His body moved automatically, instinctively aware of the fears deep within himself.

His arms reached out for her…

One second she had been running blindly. She missed the red blur speeding towards her, only hearing the sudden honk that warned her of an incoming car. She looked up in surprise, and her brain registered several things in the span of two seconds.

First, she was on the road (when on earth had she gotten there?) Second, a red car was barely ten meters away from hitting her and turning her into a pancake with a side of road-kill (Oh my God, I'm gonna die!). Third, something had wrapped around her waist, something she felt had strength and warmth.

A pair of gentle, yet firm, arms had wrapped around her waist, pulling her away from the path of the oncoming death-mobile. She watched, almost detachedly, as the car stopped and a man scrambled out of what should have been her cause of death.

There was a strangely relieved sensation that had coursed through her as she leaned against the warmth of her savior's—very masculine—chest. Those strong arms were still securely wrapped around her waist, and in her shock, it never occurred to her that she still had not looked up to see who had rescued her.

The driver made his way over to her and there was various honking and yelling from the cars behind him. "Is she alright?" he asked in a panicked tone, "Should I call…a…ambulance? Do we need to report this?"

"No."

In an instant, Claire realized who her rescuer was. She gazed up in disbelief because she had known who that voice belonged to. It was deep, smooth and sexy—just as she remembered from the first day she met him. Her eyes took in the barely expressive face, though his brown eyes swirled with some kind of emotion. She was not sure what emotion was there, but it filled her with the kind of giddiness that only a teenager would feel about her crush.

"Everything is alright," Gabriel added, and Claire could tell it was for the shaken man's benefit. "Nobody got hurt. There's no need to cause any additional trouble for yourself or her."

Gabriel was sure he sounded unconcerned, cold, and maybe inhuman. The problem wasn't that he hadn't felt anything—it was that there was too much emotion for him to process in that instant, so he ignored it for the time being until he had a moment alone to deal with all of them.

The man looked at him with hesitation. "Are you sure?"

Gabriel nodded, leaving no room for argument. "Yes."

"Well okay then," the man rubbed the back of head, unconsciously smoothing down his barely there hair. Based on his nervous actions, this guy was apparently easily stressed. "Guess I'll be on my way."

The man went back into his car, sparing one small glance before taking off. It was as if nothing happened because the rest of traffic went back to speeding along the road, the spectators from the sidewalk resumed talking on their phones, and the runners had not even take a break from their MP3 players.

As for Claire, it seemed as if the world had held its breath, waiting for her death, but when it had not happen, everything pick up where it left off.

Even the scenario she had run away from.

When Gabriel spoke again, she came back to reality. "Let's get back to the shop."

She allowed him to lead her, feeling a small amount of heat coming from the combination of her hand in his. It was…nice. Secure. Once they were inside, Claire could only say what was on her mind.

"You just saved me," she said almost breathlessly. "You're totally my hero!"

"I'll be right there," Mohinder called out in response to the knock on his door. He slipped on his shirt and quickly made his way to the door, he pondered on who it could be. "Hello…" He trailed off once his eyes registered who it was. She was the last person he expected to knock at his door. "Eden, I believe."

"Yes, hi." She smiled and held up a ceramic dish. "I was wondering…" She knew she should not be there, mending fences between father and son might jeopardize her assignment, and yet…she sincerely liked Dr. Suresh. He had seemed so lonely sometimes, and it was obvious he missed his family and she had not received any orders to keep Mohinder away, so…here she was. "I'll get straight to the point. It's about your father."

He was not sure what to expect but some stranger who he had just recently became acquainted with had no business in stepping into family matters, especially since her acquaintance with his father could have only existed for a few short months. What could she had possibly learned in that time? "I don't see what insight you could possibly offer."

That was the kind of answered she had expected and she gave him one of her well-practiced polite smiles. "Well, sometimes strangers can see things you don't. And besides, you know you really have nothing to lose." She uncovered the dish and waved it in front of him, "I'm a good cook. Come on."

He could not help but smile at the sight of hers. It was rather warm and pleasant looking; he could not stop himself from once more thinking of how attractive she was, as well as how kind she seemed. He also figured that she was just as stubborn as either he or his father. It was probably better to just give in, listen to what she had to say and send her on her way, rather than argue with her. "I suppose not," he agreed, moving to let her pass. She just walked by him toward the small table in the center of the room.

After he had some plates brought by room service, they have began to eat. "So," he started because it was just best to get this over with. "What did you wish to discuss precisely?"

"Well, I…" She thought for a moment as she chewed. "Your father really believes in his work."

"I am aware of that, but what he believes is something that would not be possible for several million years."

Eden sighed. "Forget the fact that you don't believe it. Your father does and he needs you to understand that."

"How can I—?"

"Mohinder, I get that it seems impossible but there are people who believe in soul mates, luck, fate, and other things that some may not believe but most people accept that some people believe in it, even though those ideas are really crazy."

"Forget his absurd ideas, he should be home with his family."

"Well, maybe the sooner you stop arguing with him and find a way to understand him you might eventually be able to convince him to go home!" she told him. It took her a moment to realize what she said, and she was immensely glad that the company didn't monitor her every move, or else they would have heard her—almost traitorous—words. "Or you might find yourself believing him as well," she added.

"I suppose your suggestion has some merit," Mohinder admitted. "Perhaps by understanding why father believes in his research I can better convince him to come home."

"Yeah," Eden replied, even as she prayed that was not the case. She actually hoped that Mohinder ended up helping his father. Maybe together, they might be able to solve this puzzle faster. She didn't know if the company would factor in Mohinder, all she had known was that she was to make sure Dr. Suresh pursue his research and never find Claire Bennet. "Well, I'm afraid I'll have to be going."

"It was pleasant having some company around," he said just before she left.

Simone scrambled for her clothes that were sprawled across the floor. She briefly wondered to herself what she had been thinking as to have wound up in bed with Peter. Things were not going great with Isaac and she did not know what she was going to do about him. That wasn't what was the most awful about this situation though.

It was Peter.

Peter—who was such a sweet man who had aided her father in the worst of times—sincerely liked her. She liked him too…a lot actually. If she was not still in love with Isaac, she could probably make it work with—very little effort—Peter. He was everything a woman could possible need and want.

She slipped back into her dress, the silk embraced her small figure and the red contrasted with her dark skin. She made her way over to her shoes that were near the doorway of the bedroom. In one swift and quiet movement, she had slipped her feet into the heels. Perhaps, this was not such a brilliant idea because heels clang which made noise which woke people up.

A dark messy head rose up with a mumble out of grogginess. Simone stopped for a moment, her brown eyes looking up at the sight before her. That's when Peter's eyes lined with hers, and it took him a moment to understand what he was seeing.

"Where are you going? Why don't you stay for breakfast?" he asked her with a smile that had added to the guilt and forced her to face this situation head on as she made her way back toward him.

"Look…" She brought her hands up slightly as she searched for the words. "I…really like you…"

Even in his sleepy state, he knew he was going to dread the words that would come. "But?"

"But I'm still in love with someone else and I need time to sort this out." The tone of her voice revealed the regret, along with the glistening of her eyes.

Peter braced himself on his elbows as he studied her. "I don't know what I'm supposed to say to that?"

"I don't think there is anything to say but goodbye…for now." She retreated to the door, escaping as quickly as she could.

Peter threw a light punch against the black silk of his pillow. He had not been thinking straight either. He had just been so upset with Nathan for lying, for making him look weak…maybe he was. One kiss from Simone and he couldn't help but want more. He had not even thought about her being with someone else, he just wanted to be with her.

When Hiro opened his eyes he found himself back in the tiny cubicle at the precise moment he had left. It was almost like it had all been a dream, like it never happened at all. But someone like Hiro had a sense of faith and duty that was rare in the human soul. It was his faith that made him believed that he had really traveled to another place in time. "I did it!" he exclaimed, which only earned him a look of disbelief from his friend.

"You still think you can alter time."

"Yes," Hiro nodded, and then adjusted the black-framed glasses covering his brown, joyful eyes. "I did something even better," he added, almost bursting with glee. "I traveled to New York."

"New York?" Ando asked, "Of all the places, why there? I would think Las Vegas would be better—pretty women and lots of money."

"I didn't pick it," Hiro held his head up in a demonstration of pride. "It was my destiny as a hero so I could…" The pride and joy faded away into realization that he had just witness a terrifying event. "New York!"

Ando rolled his eyes, but patiently reminded his friend, "Yes, you said you went there. I think you should get back to work before the supervisor realizes that you aren't working."

"No, no, no! New York is going to blow up! I have to go back, I have to save the world and I need your help." Hiro quickly opened the comic book to show his friend.

"You need my help?"Ando questioned annoyed, not even glancing at the comic book that Hiro tried to get him to look at.

"Yes, every hero needs a sidekick." He spoke with a confidence that seemed silly to Ando, especially when he adjusted his glasses.

"I will not be your sidekick!" Ando snapped as the supervisor made his way towards their cubicles.

"No time to argue! We must go now!" Hiro was determined to save the world. It was his destiny after all. As he did not speak English, he needed Ando's help, willing or not. He touched his friend's shoulder and closed his eyes.

Now he had planned on returning to New York, he thought it was his destiny, but destiny always followed its own rules and when he opened his eyes they were in a ?

When Claire stepped into the shop, dread took over. She was, without a doubt, in for a lecture of some sort, probably something on the lines of how this was a perfect demonstration as why they are not and cannot be friends. Gabriel inhaled loudly and let it out with heavy sigh. He gripped her hand tighter.

"Don't ever do that, again!" It was as if everything that had been deeply buried inside him had suddenly sprung out from beneath surface. "You almost got yourself killed!"

Claire, already struggling to keep the disappointment from showing itself to him, muttered bitterly, "What do you care, were not even friends?"

"Because!" Gabriel snapped back, and then shut his mouth when he had not know what to say. He quickly settled for a reply. "I don't want to see anybody hurt."

A derisive snort escaped her. "Really, that's it? So you still don't see me as your friend?"

"No," his voice was cold again. He had not known why he held onto the truth, the obvious. Of course, she was his friend. What else could she be that would make her safety and happiness so important? Make him so consumed with emotion? He remembered briefly how numb he felt when he thought she had been lost. "Now let's get back to work."

Claire hated the times he sounded like that. He's going to pretend none of this happened! She thought, both angry and insulted. She wouldn't admit that her disappointment had grown, forming a heavy sensation in her chest. Well…I'm not going to have that. "Fine, you know what? I'm going to leave and I'm not going to come back!" She marched toward the door.

Gabriel reached out for her, but quickly brought back his hand. "Please…" The tone had sounded a bit desperate, and both of them hated to hear it; he because he felt weak, she because it tore at something inside of her. Despite this, Gabriel could not let her leave, not with what just almost happened. "…don't go. I'm...sorry." She stopped and stared at him.

"Sorry for what?" Her voice was almost a whisper.

"For making you cry, for almost getting you killed…"

"That was not your fault," she reassured him with a soft smile that quickly faded into a slight pout, "but you should be sorry for making me cry, not just anyone can do that you know."

"It was my fault," he insisted, "if I hadn't said those things…if…" He still held onto it, to that simple truth. If he said it, if he told her, it would open a door. And if he let her in, she might break him. That terrified him, but he had to tell her. She deserved to know, "I had admitted that I do care…"

Her pout was replaced with a wide grin, one of 1000-watt smiles that somehow managed to make him feel good every time. "Really? So you do see me as a friend?" Her voice was dipped in hope and fear.

"Uh yeah…I think…the truth is I can't really recall ever having a real friend."

"Never?" The concept of not ever having friends was impossible to her. Everyone had a friend a time or two. Didn't they? "How is that possible?

Gabriel shrugged, uncomfortable at the topic, but he had just admitted that he saw her as a friend. Friends tell each other things, don't they? "I guess…when I was school, I spent most of my time in the library studying, and I worked here part-time to help mom pay the bills."

His mother's voice echoed through his mind. Friends take away from studying, friends betray you, and they…leave.

He almost shook his head, but her voice faded away quickly. "There was one person I was sort of close to when I went to high school and well..." That boy is an awful influence! You spend more time with him discussing comics books then you do studying!

He let those thoughts slip away, and almost as quickly, another replaced it. Why did she care so much? Why did she let him hurt so much, he never had that kind of effect on anyone before.

"And why do you want to be friends anyway?" He rubbed the back of his neck, never realizing he was doing it because he was nervous.

She sighed and slid her hand in her pockets. "Well… truth be told, I barely get along with any my friends. Actually, one of my so called friends is a complete bitch." Can you be friends with someone you hate? Apparently so, because she still called Jackie that. "There is nobody I can talk to, you know? About real stuff," she clarified.

"I don't understand," he admitted. "Can't you talk to your parents?" He made his way to the counter and Claire followed suit, pulling out a chair to sit right next to him.

"Not about everything." She rested her head on hands and her elbows on the counter.

"Well, I have nobody to talk to at all," he replied monotonously, but there were slight changes in his face that indicated the sadness.

Claire shifted awkwardly. "Oh... What about your mother?"

Gabriel almost snorted at the thought. "Mother… well, I have tried, I suppose. It's just complicated."

She gave him a knowing look. "That's what people say when they don't want to tell you what they are really feeling. I should know, I used it with my friends on occasion and my parents."

Gabriel offered a short, forced smile. "I believe I had all the drama I could handle for the moment. I need to go back to work."

She pouted slightly. "Fine," she acquiesced. A moment later, she added, "Does this mean you're gonna tutor me?"

He sighed. "Can you hold off asking me until another time? It has been a stressful day."

"Okay," she agreed with a mischievous grin. "But I'm going to ask first thing next time, alright?"

"Yes, I feared as much."

Molly was lying in the Parker's guest room, cuddling her white teddy bear tightly as she found herself tossed and turned on the bed. The vision was overwhelming and she began to whimper from fear.

She peaked through the crack of the door as her father stood there beside her mother. They seemed to be preparing themselves just as two large female dragons, one with red hair and the other with blonde, came bursting forth through the door.

"We have come for you… you can make this easy or you can make it hard." She watched as her father transformed into a blue superhero suit. She knew he would save the day. He brought at his ice hands, but was quickly subdued by the blonde dragon, who roared as she restrained his power. Some kind of white light wrapped around his wrists, and before her mother could anything, she also was restrained. The blonde-headed green dragon laughed. "Ha! I guess there was no hard way."

"At least for us," the red headed one added as she pulled out her large cell phone. "We got them, alright. Now all we need to do is find her." The last thing Molly saw before she let out a shrilling scream was a large black claw coming for her.

"Ahh! Leave me alone! Go away!" She felt something grasped her arm. "Please let me go!"

"Molly! Molly!" She heard her name and opened her eyes to see that it was her hero. "It is okay." She latched tightly onto him.

"They took mommy and daddy! The dragons took them!" she cried.

"Who?"

"The dragons!"

He tried to sooth her. "Sweetie, it's okay. They aren't here, and I'll find your parents, okay? I promise."

She gazed up at him. "You promise?" she asked, just to make sure.

He smiled and brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. "I do. Now why don't you try to get some sleep?"

"Hey." Matt turned to see Janice standing at the doorway in a floral robe. "Is everything alright?"

"I think so," he replied. "Molly just had a nightmare is all."

"Oh sweetie," his wife sat on the other side of her, "what was it about?"

"Dragons," the little girl muttered under the fluffy white of her plushie bear.

"Well, you know what gets rid of dragons, right?" Molly shook her head from side to side. "No?" Janice grinned. "Good thing I do."

Molly looked up at her curiously. "What is it?"

"It is a potion that wizards used to make them disappear, and I know how to make some. I'll be right back."

Janice disappeared into the kitchen and when she came back she held a spray bottle that contained blue dyed water. "This outta to do the trick." She sprayed the room lightly, then sat the bottle down on the night stand. "Now they should be gone."

"Really?" Molly looked at her and Matt smiled encouragingly.

"Yeah, and if they come back, Janice made plenty to last for a couple of days," he added.

"Yep," Janice agreed. "And this works on monsters, bad wizards and all kind of scary things."

"Really? So none of the bad stuff can get me?" Molly inquired, her eyes wide with wonder.

"Nope," Janice confirmed. "They couldn't anyway. Matt is a police officer. He keep all the bad things away," Janice stated. "This is just extra protection." She tapped the bottle. "Now," she leaned over and kissed Molly lightly on the forehead, "I think you should try to get some sleep again."

"Agreed," Matt said as he tucked her back into bed. "We will be just one room over, okay?"

"Okay," Molly nodded.

Janice and Matt headed back to the room. "I'm a little worried that those dragons might not have been just dragons after all," Matt commented when they were far enough.

"Really? She is just a little girl. They were probably nothing," she said.

"I don't know. It's possible she saw who took her parents."

"You don't even know if her parents were taken," Janice reminded him, trying to be optimistic. "And didn't the others at the station already question her?"

"Yeah, but she was so frightened nobody could really get anything from her and nobody wanted to push her either."

"So even if she did see something, how are you going to get it from her?"

"I don't know, I was just thinking out loud. I'm really tired, so I guess I'll worry about it in the morning."

"Sounds like a plan to me," Janice agreed and she kissed him on the cheek before settling into bed.

After Simone gotten into less fancy attire, she made her way back to Isaac's loft. She had a few more paintings to pick up, but as she reached the door to open it up, she hesitated. The last time she saw Isaac, he was on the floor, almost dead. If Peter hadn't… she sighed. Her thoughts always returned to him and when they did, her mind would go straight to last night, which caused her to be consumed with guilt. She shook her head and gathered her confidence before she opened the door, only to find Isaac tearing up various pictures.

"Isaac what are you doing?" she asked hesitantly she stepped closer to him.

"They're lies!" he yelled he tossed the pieces in a mad act of desperation. "All of them!"

"Isaac, they are just pictures!" She was somewhat frightened

"NO! I thought…" He shook his head. "I'm going to quit the drugs," he grasped her hands in his, "this time for real!" He said as if it was a promise and for him it was, but Simone had not quite seen it that way.

"You said that before what's different now?" She wanted to believe him, but she had known the likely hood of him doing exactly what he said was slim. He had promised to quit and than it would be let me take this drug one more time. Isaac had no idea how late he was and she had not either until that moment.

"Now, I know I can't see the future." There is just no way…Simone she can't…I love her.

"Why does that even matter?"

"Because I don't need it anymore, because the world isn't going to blow up because there is no way that picture could be real."

"What picture?" she asked, she glanced around the room at the strips of paintings to see if she could find the image that bothered him, but she had not found it. "I don't see which one…"

"I destroyed it. It is completely torn, but it was you and that Peter guy…" He was still pretty upset about it, because the image was so real, the emotions that he had felt… Simone sincerely liked Peter, but there was no way she would betray him like that.

She took a step closer to him and tried to search his face to see if she could understand him better. "Well, he worked for my father, but I don't know why you are so upset about it?"

"You two were kissing!" She stopped her approach. He had known. How did he? Wait, did he say he saw it in one of his paintings? It couldn't be anything but a coincidence, right? "Isaac, I…"

Somehow he looked into her eyes and he saw it: the guilt. "You…" He shook his head in disbelief. "You kissed him! Is that all you two did?"

"It is none of your business what I did and didn't do!"

"Yes, it is!"

"Why? Because all the sudden you are going quit doing drugs? You think you can dictate what I can and can't do. For the last year or so, I been carrying this relationship all by myself and I am tired!" As she said it, she realized it was true. Perhaps she was not so upset that she betrayed Isaac, but maybe she was tired of loving Isaac. She just couldn't do it anymore. It would be easier to be with Peter.

"Simone," his voice was desperate. "What else can I give you?"

"I don't know," She answered quietly, but the truth was she was not sure if there was anything else could give her, "Talk to me when you been off the drugs for awhile…,"

"What's a while?"

"I don't know," She replied, I think this might be the end us, but if he quits the drug…, a month or two… I just came for the paintings Isaac."

"I love you," He tried to reach her, he could say that she might leave here in more ways than one, "you know that."

"Yes I do," That was the truth, but sometimes love was not enough and person you love could cause you the most pain. "that's why this is so hard." She lightly kissed his cheek. "But I need time, too."

He realized there really was not anymore he could say, not at that moment anyway, maybe when he could show her how much more important she was than drugs. He would not give up, even if she was already lost, he would find the love she had for him again. "The paintings are over there." He pointed towards the pile.

"Thank you," she said as she picked them up and walked away. She had a lot of things to sort through, because she thought that perhaps she just broke up with Isaac. That had not been her intention, nor had she meant to say things, but they were true. She had felt like the only one in the relationship for a long time. The problem now was, does she wait?

Or does she take a chance with Peter?

Isaac just stared at the scattered pieces of paintings after she left. He didn't know what to believe anymore. Could he see the future or not? He had fully believed himself the other day, believed in his ability, and then today he'd been sure he wasn't what he thought he was. Now…

He just didn't know.

He heard the doorbell buzz again and quickly made his way over to the door, thinking—hoping—it was Simone. Maybe she would make things better again. She always did. However, it wasn't Simone, but a man with horn rimmed glasses. Before he could speak, a sharp pain flooded his senses, and he knew nothing else.

Gabriel had been working on another watch, as always. Today was different though. Lately, everything had been different because of Claire…

Claire.

He had a friend—a real friend. Part of him was excited at the thought. He had someone, someone who was not his mother, who cared about him. Someone who asked how his week was going, how he was doing, what he thought about some things he might not even really care about. It was the thought that counted, wasn't it?

The other part was completely petrified. He'd never really had a friend before. What if she hurt him? What if she betrayed him?

…What if he hurt her?

The phone rang, interrupting his thoughts and making him realize he had stopped working on the watch. Setting his tools down, he walked over to answer the ringing contraption. "Hello, this is Grayson and Son."

"Gabriel Gray?" An anxious voice asked with hope.

"Yes?" The tone had made him a bit wary. "How may I help you?"

"My name is…Brian and you said you could help me." It took him a moment to remember. He had forgotten about his little call, about the list. His mind had been wrapped around Claire lately. When he had made the call to Brian, he had been desperate and was not even sure what he had wanted. All he knew was he wanted something, but now…he thought he might have found what it was.

So now, he floundered, not knowing how to respond to this man, who was clearly as desperate as he had previously been. "I…I…."

"Please! You got to help me?"

"I'm sorry," he answered. "I really can't. I thought…" He had not, obviously. Otherwise Brian would never even have heard from him.

"But you called me!" the voice countered with an anger fueled by fear.

"I know but I…" He felt guilty. He hated feeling guilty. His mother made him feel like that all the time and he was tired of it.

"If you weren't going to help, why did you call me? I need this to stop!"

His words pushed back the guilt a little, replacing it with curiosity. "Stop what?"

Brian faltered at the question. "I…I'm not even sure what it is called. I think it's telekineticsis?" Something inside the watch maker began to rise. He was not sure what it was, but it seemed to grow with his curiosity. It felt like need.

Like lust.

He pushed it away, his mind grasping at something to tell the distraught man. "There is a doctor who has been searching for people like you. You should get the book about evolution, written by Dr. Chandra Suresh." He spelled the name out for Brian, who he heard scrambled for a pen and paper. "It should help you understand what's happening to you. When you're ready, you should go see him."

"Do you know where he lives?" Brian asked breathlessly, giving Gabriel the impression of a thirsty man who just found water in the desert.

"Hayworth Apartments, I believe."

Brian's voice seemed to catch with anticipation. "Can you take me there?"

The thought made him flinch. "No," he replied and quickly hung up. He had no plans to ever see the doctor or E…Miss McCain ever again. The situation had not been pleasant and he was sure his presence would not be welcomed. He'd liked to avoid as many unpleasant situations as possible, especially when he had been in such a good mood. The conversation had been rather…unsettling.

He did not like that either.

Nathan straightened his tie as he stared at the mirror. He needed to be perfect—every little thing counted in his campaign and appearance was not a small thing. "Going back to the office?" Heidi had crossed her arms as she looked at him.

"Yes, I'm behind in the polls."

"You know the boys won't be too happy to see you miss another dinner with us."

"They'll understand when they are older," he stated confidently, but there was a shadow of sadness that hovered over his words. "I did."

Heidi sighed. "Nathan…" He stopped what he had been doing to focus his brown eyes on her, though his mind was still on his campaign. He had always been good at pretending to care.

"Something wrong, dear?"

"You don't think he could fly?"

Nathan resisted the urge to flinch and stalled for as long as he could. Though it wasn't often that this trait of hers manifested between them, Heidi could be like a dog with a bone, relentlessly pursuing a topic he had not wanted discussed. "What do you mean? People fly all the time on planes."

She sighed with annoyance, shooting him a knowing glare. "You know what I mean! Like without wings, people just fly, like Peter…"

He got down on his knees, leveling a steady look into her soft eyes. "Honey, Peter is ill and I'm going to try—"

"He looked perfectly fine to me," Heidi interrupted him.

Nathan returned the knowing look she had given him. "He believed he could fly, Heidi, and you even indulging in the idea is complete nonsense."

"Why? Because it has never happened before?"

"Yes!" he replied firmly as the frustration increased. "People can't fly without airplanes."

"The sun."

Nathan cocked his head back, confused at the sudden change in topic. "What?"

"The sun," Heidi repeated calmly. "It somehow manages to stay up in the sky and we perfectly are far away. It does not burn us."

He was still confused. "Heidi there is a scientific explanation for that," he replied exasperated.

"Not always."

Nathan decided to leave before things got any more confusing. "I don't understand why you are so insistent in getting me to believe, but I've got to go." He quickly stood, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

She watched him go and, even though she knew he wouldn't hear her, said, "Because I want you to believe in miracles. Because if you can," she gazed down at her useless legs, now simply a reminder of what she had lost—and she had lost more than just her ability to walk, but something much more—on that fateful night, "I will too."

"You're getting a new assignment."

Surprised, Eden glanced over at the man standing in the doorway. "And what's assignment is that?" She watched as he dragged a curly, long-haired man suffering some kind of withdrawal into the room.

"This man can see the future," the older man said. "You're going to help him do it without the drugs, because if you don't my daughter might die. I'll leave you alone and be back in few days when he is more coherent."

Eden didn't like this at all. "And where are you going? And what about Mohinder and his father?"

The man gave her a pressing look. "I imagine you can handle two jobs and I'm going out to do my job. Like I said, I'll be back to help you when I can."

Matt sighed in frustration as he made his way home, completely exhausted because one, Molly had awoken him and Janice in the middle of the night, and two, he had yet to find any leads. It hadn't helped that the chief wouldn't let him investigate too much into, something about it being an F.B.I. matter.

He opened door to be immediately greeted by a distraught Janice. "They took her!"

He pushed away a bit so he could look her straight in the eyes. "Who?" Even as he asked, he already knew the answer. Who else could it be?

"Molly, the F.B.I. took her in for questioning," she explained.

He sighed. It could have been worse. "They won't hurt her, Janice…"

"They took her and they'll probably throw the poor thing into foster home or give her to an estranged relative she doesn't know!"

Matt suddenly understood what she was thinking. "Janice, I—"

Janice pushed him suddenly, anger in her eyes. "You don't care about her, do you?"

Matt frowned. "Of course I do! I brought her home! But if the F.B.I. has her there isn't much I can do. They are above our jurisdiction."

His wife appeared to have given up—all the signs of defeat were written on her face—but he wasn't happy to see it. "Look, they'll probably need to question me, too. I'll see if I can find out what's going on."

"I'm sorry, I just…" She wrapped her arms around him. "She is just little girl and I guess I'm already attached. All I know is that if she is with us, I know she is safe."

"Yeah," Matt agreed, hugging her back. "I know."

As Gabriel made his way back into the shop, he didn't notice the van parked outside, nor did he catch the blonde woman laying her head against the passenger seat with a bored expression on her face.

"This is your assignment," the man beside her opened the door and stepped out with the blonde, who looked at a watch shop in silent disgust.

"You can't be serious." She scowled as she had whined, "this does not look like any fun!"

The man gave her a reprimanding glare. "This isn't supposed to be fun, Elle. This is a job, and yours is to make sure Gabriel does what he is meant to do." Noah really had not like Elle that much, because she was not easy person to control but Bob had assure him that she would not do anything to jeopardize the mission and Angela told him it had to be her.

"I can't believe you actually want me to force a guy to kill." She gazed inside the shop's window to see a man with slick-backed hair and black glasses. The idea of someone take another life had not bother her, she had done it several times and had taken pleasure. She was just surprised that people who claimed they were going to heal the world, wanted to let loose a killer and that someone who followed the rules with very little question was the one doing the asking. "Much less this loser."

"You are not going to turn him into a killer. You're just going to make sure he becomes one on his own. He is already meant to be a killer." The blonde's face twitched at his words. She hated that Angela and her cronies had to control everything, it pissed her off.

"Who are you to decide that?"

Author's Commentary:

So a combination of being sick, deep, painful, depression, lacking motivation, and a variant of other things thrown all together gives you slow updates.

Surprise? With what actually happened after the car scene? Everybody pretty much figure her power would popped up. Yay Elle has finally shown up!

Dragon Be Gone Scene: So anyone have little siblings or maybe your parents did it for you. When my sister was little she was afraid of monsters, so my dad made up something in spray bottle to make the monsters go away.