Title: Squall

Fan dom: Heroes

Rating: T -

Characters: Nathan, Peter, Angela, Mohinder, Molly, and Meredith

Notes and Spoilers: Through "Chapter 23: How to Stop an Exploding Man."
Chapter 9

"I wish our mother told us she knew. I wouldn't have felt so scared and alone."

"Nathan, you are never alone."

"I hurt Heidi. The accident–I flew away without her."

"You couldn't help it."

"If she knew why didn't she tell me."

"I don't know."

"I was so scared."

"I was too."

"Peter. You mentioned the other car, but you didn't see me fly?"

"Heh. You must have not wanted me to know."

"The understatement of the year. I didn't want to know."

Peter placed his hands onto Nathan's shoulders.

"You should have told me. If you felt alone..."

"It was my burden Peter. My secret to keep."

"But what about now?" Peter asked.

"What are you talking about?" Nathan inquired.

"Stop keeping things from me."

"What do you mean?"

"Where are you?"


"Nathan!" Angela shouted in her sleep.

He's alive!

It had been nearly two days since the event that she demised would take the lives of her sons. One physically, and one emotionally.

She had the dreams for years. Just slightly different.

Nathan chose to save Peter from killing millions by sacrificing his own. Angela knew Nathan would not be able to bear seeing Peter fall. But Angela couldn't bear the thought of Nathan dying.

When Dr. Suresh brought Peter's lifeless body to the mansion, she struggled to stay whole. It was a losing battle, and for this reason she sent Mohinder away.

Angela tossed in her sleep.

"What are we going to do?"

The helplessness in Nathan's voice weaken her but she took a deep breath and maintained her posture.

"We hide it."

"What?"

"Until after the Election. Last thing he would want would be for you to go down with him."

The phrase was more true than she could ever imagine.

"Why did you ask me to do this?"

Angela stirred.

"I cared for you a great deal. Maybe not in the traditional sense. I regret many of the choices I made."

"You don't know everything about me Nathan."

"Nathan!"

"Mrs. Petrelli?" called the familiar voice of her servicemen, ripping her from her nightmare.

After two days of plans that went terribly wrong, Angela was glad to be home.


"Well that is the end of chapter 4," Molly stated as she returned her bookmark into a paperback book, a copy of A Wrinkle in Time.

"That was a pretty frightening chapter," Mohinder added.

Molly nodded. "The black thing. Which is all about pain, hate, chaos, but then there is joy. Love. And I thought Officer Parkman could use some joy."

"Yes. Molly, I am sure we could all use some joy."

Molly smiled.

Mohinder looked at his watch.

"Do you have to go somewhere to go Dr. Suresh?"

Mohinder looked up and smiled at the girl. It was a Godsend that she could smile in such miserable conditions.

"No Molly. Just checking the time," he answered truthfully, but it was only a partial truth.

Janice Parkman's plane should have arrived and soon husband and wife would finally be reunited. Mohinder had spoken to her once about a month before. She was elusive to his questions, by no means unexpected; she was reserved and protective.

Mohinder was even more surprised that the hospital staff even allowed Molly to visit Matt, but his doctors and nurses mentioned that it was almost like Molly was helping. That for some reason, her being around kept Parkman's vitals higher. It was her smile, the crown of her glowing aura. Mohinder knew this was true, for he too was a prisoner. Mohinder knew that in just a few years, he would have to fight men off her with a stick. Huge stand up maps, would be the least of their problems if they thought they could hurt Molly.

Mohinder had to agree with Matt, no one was going to hurt her. He won't allow it.


Somewhere in Southwestern Ontario...

"Meredith?" Nathan called.

He was standing in front of mirror. He used the base of his bedpost to steady himself and he reached over to the nearby dresser looking for a shirt.He was not very satisfied with the choices presented but it would have to do. He reached for a long sleeve green shirt, it was a cotton and polyester blend, and a pair of black jeans. It wasn't fancy. Quite causal.

He slipped on the clothes and checked himself out. Somehow he felt naked in such attire. Well, it wasn't like he was going to a campaign meeting or something.

Meredith knocked on the bedroom door, only seconds before barging in anyway.

"Nathan!" she smiled, "You look great!"

"You think so?" Nathan asked. "Somehow they don't really feel like me."

"You look hot!"

"Hot?" Nathan inquired, embarrassed. 'Is that how the kids are saying it nowadays? Should I even be wearing these?"

"Yes, they are fine. I told you this house belongs to family."

"And he wouldn't care? Your brother? Cousin? Nephew? Whoever's jeans these are?"

Meredith nodded, still enjoying the scenery.

Nathan frowned. He didn't know what, but something wasn't right.


To Be Continued


Author Note: The Mohinder and Molly scene alludes to chapter 4 of Madeleine L'Engle great book, A Wrinkle in Time