Tea and brandy the smell was strong and right in front of my nose. He smelled of smoke the familiar smell that always brought me back to reality. Now there's a new smell I remember, the smell of him, aftershave and hope, of Peter.

His lips still lingered on mine and his face still fresh in my mind.

"Where-"

"Where's nanny-boy? He stayed by your side all night, he's off getting us some grub."

There was a bit more anger to his words; I bet he had seen the quick lip-lock between Peter and me.

He wasn't a jealous boyfriend, using his fists; he was a jealous father, using his words.

"Coffee and lemon Danishes, all we need for a good unhealthy breakfast…oh you're awake."

His smile was ear to ear and I couldn't help but smile back.

"My favorites."

"I told him that, truffle. And don't you ever call her that, it's mine and mine only."

"Truffle?"

"It's a long story, a lot of vomit and truffles. Trust me you don't want to know."

Flowers, wild things and poppies, they surrounded me. It was hard to move, so many flowers, from every country around.

"Time traveling can come in handy for cheering up lovely damsels."

We didn't speak about the moment of weakness the other night, just ate our Danishes and stayed mute. More killings filled up the news, missing brains and ripped open heads.

"Please leave, both of you."

They looked like two fish out of water gasping for breathe; all I could do was smile.

"I'm sick of both of you treating me like a child, staying here being my protectors when your dying to go and find Sylar. Go."

"Don't go using your voodoo on us now, luv."

"NOT. VOODOO. GET OUT."

He stared at me, knowing I didn't tell lies. I knew what they were feeling, I hit the target. Peter found his way over to me after staying clear from me for most of the morning. His lips found my cheek soft and gentle, loving.

"Let's not think about Sylar for one day, I really would like you to meet my family. You can come too Claude."

Claude didn't have to me to figure out that he was lying, being nice is something that sometimes escapes him.

"Nope, got things to do. Plus I rather not be around when you two start making out."

Blushes started to spread on both of our faces.

-

It was taunting me, big and blue house with people that judge me. A scary woman with a guilty soul, I could see her sins plain and clear like a tall building. But her eyes soften when she sees him, hugs him tight afraid of letting free, so I button up lips and tell him nothing.

Nathan Petrelli, I was going to vote for him. Hmmm…he really is like superman. Hard face and eyes as he watches me with worried eyes, but soon they melt away when he sees Peter. Hand and hand, trying not run out the door.

"Rose this is my brother Nathan and my mother, guys this is Rose. She can make a force fields. Nathan can fly."

"I know."

I gave them the best smile I could, stress plus me is not good.

Then I felt it, the squeeze, the beginning of something new and the past so far away. How could this be happening so soon? After I thought I didn't have a heart any more, that Gabriel took it with him.

"It's nice to meet you."

This time I came out with a true smile that would never have been there without the guy holding tight to my hand, if he wasn't here I would still be in bed. Maybe this could work out, maybe, maybe. Maybe Sylar won't darken my door step again, maybe, maybe.

I'm filled to the brim with maybes.

It might be false hope, but right now it's all I have.

"Make this a quick trip, Peter. I'm not feeling the family love."