This chapter is a little bit longer, too.


"Peter, finally!" Claire shouted, as Peter stepped into her room in the Petrelli mansion. Dean and Sam where there, also.

"Claire, could I talk to Sam and Dean for a minute?" Peter asked.

"Umm..okay." Claire murmured, and left the room.

"What's going on?" Dean asked.
"I want you to drop this case." Peter said. The men froze.

"You're serious? Last night we thought you were just you know, crazy." Dean asked. Sam rolled his eyes at Dean's choice of words.

"I..I mean..he.. Last night he came to my apartment." Peter said.

"And you killed him?" Dean asked.

Peter was quiet.

"No, he didn't. Did you?" Sam asked.

"No, I did not." Peter shook his head.

"What? You had sex?" Dean joked.

"It is possible." Sam said.

"It's not!" Dean shouted.

"It is!" Sam shouted back.

"It is." Peter said quietly.

Sam and Dean turned back to him. Peter refused to look at them.

"Whoa." Dean murmured.

"Don't tell Claire, please." Peter asked.
"Of course not." Sam said.

"That is so messed up." Dean said.

"Tell me about it." Peter sighed, sitting onto the floor.

Then they heard a scream from downstairs. It sounded like Angela.

The three of them quickly ran downstairs, to find Claire on the floor, trying to stand up, Angela against the floor, and Sylar. Cutting her skul.

"No! Sylar!" Peter shouted, stumbeling on the stairs.

Sylar turned to him, stopped the cutting, and smirked.

"What are you doing?" Peter asked.

"She lied to me. She told me you and I were brothers." Sylar said.
"Come on, it was a long time ago." Peter said.

"Yeah, but it doesn't matter. She tried to keep us apart." Sylar said.

"What?" Angela and Claire asked almost at the same time.

"You haven't told them. Interesting." Sylar said.

"Sylar, please. Don't do this." Peter shook his head.

All of them were tense and quite. Peter, Sylar, Sam, Dean, Claire and Angela.

"Sylar." Peter touched Sylar's shoulder, and Sylar's eyes immediately turned to his hand.

"Don't do this." Peter whispered.

Sylar slowly lowered his hand, and Angela fell onto the floor.

Sylar looked angry. He looked at Peter, then at Angela, then at Sam and Dean and Claire, and then Peter, again. If Peter wouldn't have known better, he would have said that he was crying.

He sighed, and took a step towards Peter, but then, stepped back, walked towards the front door, and left.

Peter suddenly felt really weak. He fell onto his knees and buried his head in his hands. He cried silently.

"Peter..what was he talking about?" Claire asked.

"Umm.. Claire.. I think we should go upstairs, so Peter can..you know." Dean murmured, and started to walk Claire upstairs, followed by Angela.

"Peter, go after him." Sam said, before he went upstairs, too.

Peter slowly dried his tears and decided to follow Sam's advice.


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