Chapter Eleven: The Wrong Twin

October 4, 2007

Primatech Facility: Hartsdale, New York

Matt climbed from the back of the van first, his hands once again cuffed behind his back as Elle shoved him forward into the building. "Think that since you've proven yourself to be a big fat liar with Daddy that he'll lock you up with your sister and girlfriend once they're caught?"

"I didn't lie when I said I didn't know where they'd gone. I came across them by accident, Elle." Matt sighed. He yelped as an electric jolt shot up his arms from his metal handcuffs. "Stop doing that you little brat!" He yelped again as Elle sent another jolt up his arm, laughing sadistically.

"ELLE!" Elle turned to see her father walking down the hall towards them, glaring at her. "What did I tell you about hurting Mr. Parkman?"

Elle shrugged. "You said nothing permanent, they're just LITTLE shocks." As Bob continued to glare at her, she lowered her head, chastened. "Sorry, Daddy."

"Don't apologize to ME!" Bob glowered at Elle until she nodded.

"You're right." She turned to Matt, gritting her teeth as she glared up at him. "Sorry." She muttered.

"Thank you." Matt rolled his eyes at her.

"And WHY is Matt in handcuffs?" Bob asked her.

"Because-" Elle started to speak as the guards came through with Miriam's gurney, heading to a room at the end of the hall.

"-We told her they weren't needed, Sir. Mr. Parkman's been nothing but cooperative since he woke up." A guard quipped as they walked past.

"Take off the cuffs, now." Bob growled.

"Fine." Elle sighed as she quickly unlocked Matt's handcuffs.

"Thank you, Sir." Matt whispered as he rubbed his sore wrists. "They were getting a little binding."

"I'm sure and I apologize for not only my daughter's behavior, but also for the way in which we had to bring you in. I would have tried to bring you in voluntarily, but I was worried that you'd alert the Pratt sisters to the fact that they'd been discovered." Bob nodded towards an office. "Come with me and I'll explain everything." As Matt started to follow, Bob turned back to him. "And regardless of the threats I'm sure my daughter's been throwing your way, you won't lose Molly, you won't lose my legal support when it comes to your son and you're not going to lose the job that was offered to you in Seattle."

Matt stopped, staring at Bob warily. "Mind telling me why you're being so nice?"

Bob stared at Matt, looking offended. "Well, if you must know, your father was a dear friend of mine many, many years ago. I don't know if you realize this because obviously your mother never told you, but I'm your godfather. You remind me of your father, but in a good way. You're much smarter and have a much stronger moral center than he did and you're certainly more trustworthy. You're a good person in general and you're a good man to have on one's side, as I'm sure the Pratt girls will attest." Bob nodded towards his office and walked towards it, with Matt following behind him. "God knows I need everyone on my side right now that I can get."

"Well, maybe if you stopped threatening-" Matt shrugged as Bob turned to him, glaring "-people are usually more cooperative when you're not threatening them with their freedom or their lives, or the lives of their children, or threatening to take away said children."

Bob pursed his lips as his brow furrowed. "I wouldn't have REALLY killed your son or Nathan's children. I just wanted your cooperation. I didn't think that the three of you would be too receptive to my wishes if I simply said 'please'."

Matt walked into Bob's office, noticing Noah Bennet sitting off to the side. He turned back to Bob as he sat at his desk. "So you think I'm so trustworthy? What if I told you that I've known that the Pratts were in Seattle all this time?"

Bob gave Matt an amused look. "I'd know you were lying. If you REALLY knew where the twins and your sister were, you wouldn't have waited six months to track them down. Hell, after finding out where they were, you barely wasted a DAY getting to them, am I right?" Matt shrugged and nodded. "Now, we need to talk about the part-time position I'd like to offer you. Sit, please."

Matt sighed as he sat down next to Noah. "This should be good." He muttered.

Elle followed Miriam's gurney into a room, watching as the guards gently lifted Miriam and placed her onto a bed, quickly strapping her down before covering her with a blanket. "Gee, why don't you both read her a story while you're at it?" She grumbled. The guards glared at her before turning and walking silently out of the room. Elle turned and grinned as Mohinder walked into the room. "HEY YOU!" She skipped over to him, throwing her arms around his neck as he stood there, stiff and unresponsive. "What's wrong with YOU?" Elle asked, letting him go as her smile faded.

"We're done." Mohinder shook his head as he stepped past her and walked to Miriam, quickly taking her temperature before he began to examine her.

"What?" Elle stared at Mohinder's back in disbelief. "What do you mean 'we're done'?"

Mohinder refused to look at her as he tended to Miriam. "Exactly what I said. You and I aren't a good fit, Elle. You're impulsive, you're childish, you're sadistic and you're not right for me. I must have been out of my mind for ever dating you in the first place."

Elle blinked back tears. "Mohinder please. Don't be like this, okay? I'll be better, I'll be nicer, I'll-"

"-We're done, Elle. I'm tired of bargaining with you, of hearing your promises to behave, to be a better person. It's simply lip service and nothing more. You'll never change, it's not in your nature. You deserve to be with someone who doesn't WANT you to change and I need someone who is different, someone who is mature." Mohinder wrote a few notes on a chart, placing it beside Miriam's bed. "Now, I need to report Justine's condition to Bob, excuse me." Mohinder step past Elle coldly as she began to cry, ignoring her as he left the room and closed the door.

Elle sat in a chair beside Miriam's bed, weeping. "Stupid men! I thought he was different, but he's just like all the others. 'Grow up, Elle!', 'Learn to behave, Elle', 'I used plenty of lube, just bend over and take it without whining, Kid!'." She glanced at Miriam. "That last one was Thompson. He used to work here until Noah blew his brains out. I wasn't sorry to hear he was dead. He was a pervert and a liar who kept swearing that he'd leave his wife if I kept doing these twisted kinky things with him, but he never delivered. I should have known better than to lose my virginity to him, that deranged ass-fucker!" She pouted in the chair, wiping away tears as she continued to pour her heart out to a comatose Miriam.

Portland, Oregon

Justine slowly opened her eyes, glancing around as she sat up, confused. "What the-?" She stared down at her tank top and pajama bottoms. "What?" She glanced around the room, noticing that Isabelle was sleeping beside her. She turned and spotted Sylar as he slept in the bed across from her. She raised an eyebrow, studying his muscled arms and bare chest as he sighed and rolled over in his sleep. Blinking, Justine looked away, shaking her head. She climbed out of bed slowly, her legs feeling like rubber as she stumbled to the sink and filled a glass with water, gulping it down.

"Slow down. You don't want it coming back up." Justine turned to see Sylar watching her. "How are you feeling?"

"Better." Justine nodded as she filled the glass again and began to sip the water. "Where are we?"

"A small Mom and Pop hotel on the outskirts of Portland." Sylar climbed out of bed, rewrapping the towel around his waist as Justine blushed and looked away. He approached her and carefully touched her forehead, nodding. "Fever's gone. I guess you adapted to all of those extra powers faster than old Petey-boy did."

"I guess so." Justine stepped back from him, frowning. "Did you put me in a bathtub with cold water?"

"A few hours ago, yeah." Sylar nodded. "Your fever kept spiking. I'll bet it was over hundred and four at least. I'm surprised you didn't go into seizures."

"You took my clothes off." Justine whispered. "And afterwards, you took my-"

"-I didn't look, much! I just saw glimpses as your sister and I dressed you in the pajamas. I didn't think you'd be too comfortable sleeping in a wet bra and panties, but I'll just leave you in them next time." Sylar looked away.

"I wasn't accusing you of being a pervert! GOD!" Justine rolled her eyes as she stepped towards the bathroom. "I stink. I'm taking a shower. Can I trust you to let Iz sleep and leave her the hell alone while I'm in here?"

"Are you kidding me? That kid can stay sleeping as far as I'm concerned. I don't want her messing with my head again. Besides," Sylar glanced over at the sleeping Isabelle "she keeps STARING at me, it's a little unnerving."

"Suck it up." Justine walked into the bathroom and stopped, turning back to Sylar. "Thank you for what you did, by the way."

"Welcome." Sylar growled as he climbed back into bed. "I'm going back to sleep."

"Have at it." Justine closed the bathroom door and took Sylar's wet jeans and underwear off of the shower rod before undressing. She started the shower and undressed, sighing happily as she stepped under the steamy water and began to bathe, remembering how cool Sylar's hands had been on her fevered body earlier that day as he'd undressed her. She frowned as she soaped up her body, shaking her head. "Oh, do NOT even go THERE!" She told herself.

Primatech Facility: Hartsdale, New York

Bob nodded as Mohinder finished speaking. "So her fever's abating for the moment?"

Mohinder nodded slowly. "For the moment. I think she may be out of the woods as far as that goes. Peter Petrelli was in a coma with the fever for two weeks after being exposed to Sylar, but he had only recently manifested and wasn't as in control of his powers as Justine is. I think her body's much more adapted to taking on new powers. She still got sick after being exposed to all of Sylar's powers, but I don't think she's going to take as long to recover as Peter did."

"Well, that's good news, at least." Bob turned to Matt, frowning at Matt's dazed expression. "Are you quite alright?"

"Given what you've told me about Roger? No Bob, I'm NOT alright!" He shook his head, looking away. "Holy shit."

Bob sighed and turned back to Mohinder. "So now we just have to wait for the tranquilizer to lose its effects so we can sit Justine down and talk with her."

"You mean so I can talk to her." Noah peered at Bob over his glasses. "Remember, you're sitting this initial meeting out. Justine might be reasonable, but I don't think even she's ready to talk business with you. You've kept her and her sisters on the run for the last six months, and when she was a teenager-"

"-I know." Bob rolled his eyes. "I'll stay out of it!"

In Miriam's room, Elle finished talking about the men in her life. Shaking her head, she glanced over at Miriam as she slept. "You know, for a bitch, you're a pretty good listener. Of course, that could be because you're knocked out cold." She chuckled as she stood. "Thanks anyway, though." She gasped as Miriam's hand shot out, grabbing her bare wrist. Her eyes wide, Elle watched as Miriam phased through the straps holding her down as she sat up, smiling maliciously at her.

"You're welcome. And for the record? I AM a bitch and if I had to listen to you whine for another fucking second, I was going to roll over and beg you to knock me the fuck back out. GET A SPINE! DAMN!" As Elle tried to pull loose, reaching for a panic button with her free hand, Miriam shook her head. "Oh no, you're not about to warn your precious Daddy that I'm coming for him. I owe him for a lot, but especially for this recent piece of fresh hell, snatching me and Matt? He's going to pay dearly." She let go of Elle and shoved out with her telekinesis, sending Elle flying across the room. Elle hit the wall with a bone-snapping crunch and slid down it, unconscious as Miriam turned to a light fixture and unscrewed the bulb. "Thanks for the new power too, I think I'm going to have a LOT of fun with it!" She shoved her hand into the bare socket and pulsed electricity through it.

In Bob's office everyone sat up as all of the lights went off. A moment later, the room became dimly lit as emergency generators kicked up. Bob climbed out of his chair as he heard shouting from down the hall. "Oh dear." He murmured. "Damn that Elle."

"You think she's awake?" Noah asked as he got up and began to walk towards the door.

Bob swallowed as he heard gunshots. "Awake and pissed off." As Noah opened the door, Bob reached out. "NO! WAIT!"

Noah turned to Bob, smirking. "One of us needs to go and reason with Justine before she tears this place apart, don't you think?" He walked into the hallway with Matt and Mohinder following behind him. Bob sighed and followed them out, cowering behind the men as they walked down the hall. Noah stopped, hearing groans ahead as his eyes adjusted to the minimal light. "Justine?"

"Where's Bob?" He heard a feminine voice say angrily. "I want Bob Bishop front and center-NOW!" Noah's eyes adjusted to the light as he spotted Miriam standing in the middle of the hallway angrily. She held a passed-out Elle up by the back of the neck with one hand, sneering. "Tell Mr. Bishop that unless he wants his precious little pumpkin to meet with an unfortunate accident, he'll show his ugly face and explain what the FUCK is going on right now!" She turned as a group of guards ran down the hall towards her, stepping over the other group that groaned on the floor, clutching their gun-shot knees. They pulled out tranquilizer guns as she smirked. "Oh, cute." She nodded. As they shot darts at her, she lifted a hand, stopping them mid-air. She quickly flung the darts back at the guards, chuckling as they hit the ground unconscious. She turned back to Noah. "Well? Where's Bob-O?"

Noah's eyes widened. "Oh shit. Elle grabbed the wrong twin."

"Yep." Matt nodded. "Boy did she."

Noah turned to Matt, his eyes blazing. "YOU KNEW? You could have warned us."

"Why?" Matt glared back at him. "What have you or anyone else done around here to earn my telling the truth after sending Bitch Crazy to stalk me and knock me out?"

"You know NOW why we did those things." Noah retorted. "You know what's coming for ALL of us-"

"-you could have come to Seattle and just had a civilized conversation with me and the girls instead of all of this crazy cloak-and-dagger kidnapping bullshit!" Matt yelled.

"Excuse me!" Miriam raised an eyebrow, an amused expression on her face as she watched Matt and Noah argue. "Princess here ain't getting any lighter and I may have super-strength, but I'm going to get tired of holding her up eventually. Now. I want Bob here front and center in ten seconds or I'm snapping his daughter's neck with one hand and don't think for a second that I can't or won't do it. I'm not in the mood for games right now." As Noah, Matt and Mohinder stared at her, wide-eyed, Miriam sighed. "Fine. One-Two-Three-Four-"

"-Oh for Heaven's sake, Miriam!" Bob pushed past Matt and Mohinder, stepping forward. "I really need your help with something so would you please-" he yelped as Elle flew past him towards Mohinder, who caught the girl and began to check her over "-that's REALLY NICE! Now will you just lis-" he gasped as he was quickly pulled forward towards Miriam. As soon as he was within reach, she grabbed him by the throat and shoved him against a wall with one hand. Bob continued to try and speak as he struggled for breath. "Miriam, please-"

"-The time for begging? Oh, that's LONG past, Buddy!" Miriam tightened her grip on his throat as he began to turn purple. "But you can beg if you'd like. Hell, it makes me feel all warm and tingly inside knowing you're begging me to actually spare your sorry ass! You've had this coming for a very long time."

"Miriam!" Noah stepped forward, holding up his hands. "Don't do this."

"Don't get in the middle of this Noah. I actually had a bit of respect for you, even if you did want me locked up when I was sixteen." Miriam glared at him. "Unless you want to be next, you'll stay the hell out of this! He deserves what's coming to him."

"I know." Noah nodded as Miriam's eyes widened with surprise. "No one here knows better than I do that Bob deserves what you're going to give him and even worse. I know he's terrorized your family, I was there when he harmed Isabelle, remember? He's done some pretty shitty things to me too. Because of him, I had to leave my family behind. I can't even call them to see how they're doing. I did that to keep my daughter Claire safe from the company after she manifested. I know he deserves to die, I know he deserves to die horribly, but there's something going on that takes precedence over that right now and you need to hear us out before you kill Bob. There's something coming, something that can kill us all if it's not stopped and now. We need you for that, you and Justine."

"Justine is with Sylar, or haven't you heard?" Miriam struggled to keep her composure as Bob turned blue against the wall. "He has her and he has Isabelle and it's my fault! If I had tossed Matt out of my bar when he showed up there, if I had listened to my head instead of my heart, they wouldn't have followed him to me and my sisters. I would have been able to return home from the ATM to give my sisters money to run and I would have been able to save them from Sylar!"

"They're alive, Miriam." Noah nodded. "Security footage from the marina showed Sylar carrying Justine to a van with Isabelle behind him. She seemed to be going willingly. Apparently Justine is sick now too after touching Sylar, probably after fighting him-"

"-Then I need to go!" Miriam glared. "After I kill this piece of shit, of course!"

"Wait." Matt stepped forward. "Come on Miriam, you don't want to do this. Just hear Noah out about what's coming-"

"-I DON'T CARE WHAT'S COMING!" Miriam shook her head defiantly. "We could have War of the Worlds getting ready to happen and I wouldn't give two shits, Matt! I want to get out of here, find my sisters and beat Sylar's head in like a melon for coming near them!"

"We'll do that too, just let Bob go for now and listen to what Noah has to tell you." Matt pleaded. "Come on Miriam, you're better than this! Bob's not WORTH killing, Honey!"

Miriam's eyes narrowed further. "You're on his side." She nodded. "I should have known. They probably sent you so you COULD find us, right? The minute you knew where we were, you put the call in, didn't you? You sold us out after you spent all night in my bed."

"No." Matt shook his head. "You know that's not true and it really upsets me that you'd EVER think that I'd sell you, Juss or Iz out! Dammit, Miriam! Isabelle is MY SISTER! Justine is like a sister to me and I'm in LOVE with you! Now put Bob down, listen to what we have to tell you and stop acting like an ass!"

As the lights came back up, Miriam slowly let Bob go, watching with disdain as he gasped to breathe, sliding to the floor in a heap. She slowly walked over to Noah, her arms crossed in front of her chest. "You have ten minutes to convince me that I should actually help this piece of shit company, after that, I'm leaving and if ANYONE ever tries to come near me or mine again, I'll kill each and every one of you."

"Deal." Noah nodded. He frowned as Miriam turned and walked over to the guards at the end of the hall. "What are you doing?"

"Healing them." She murmured as she knelt in front of each of them as they moaned in pain, clutching their knees. "They shot at me so I threw the bullet back into their knees. I think they've learned not to shoot at me anymore." She quipped as she began to touch each man, waiting for the bullets to work their way out of their knees before finally standing. "Now, are all of you going to be good boys and put your damn guns away?"

One guard nodded as he shakily got to his feet, rubbing his knees. "Yeah." He turned and quickly ran away, his companions following him.

Miriam turned back and returned to Noah. "That ten minutes starts now." She nodded towards Bob's office. "Let's go." As Matt reached out to touch her, she glared at him. "You wanna lose that hand? Don't ever fucking touch me again. I can't believe I ever trusted you, much less thought I was falling in love with you. So much for being Isabelle's family. If you had really wanted to be her brother, you'd have kept her safe by NOT coming to my bar the other night! The fact that Sylar has Juss and Iz right now is just as much your fault as it is mine and if anything ever happens to them, I'll never forgive you." Matt stepped away, looking stricken as Miriam passed Mohinder, glancing down at Elle. "How badly is she hurt?"

"I think she has a broken humerus." Mohinder shook his head. "She'll have to have surgery to fix it probably, and have it pinned back togeth-" he gasped as Miriam quickly reached down, squeezing Elle's hand and healing the arm.

Mohinder stared back up at Miriam. "What? I'm a bitch, but I'm not a fucking bitch." She sighed as she followed Noah into the office. Bob slowly got up and limped into the office behind Miriam.

Matt leaned against the wall as Mohinder looked up at him. "If your face fell any further, it would be on the floor." Mohinder sighed.

"She hates me now." Matt squatted on the floor, looking miserable as Elle murmured and began to come around. "She totally hates me."

"She'll get over it. If she loves you as much as you obviously love her, she'll get over it eventually." Mohinder glanced down at Elle as he eyes fluttered open. "Welcome back."

"Whuh?" Elle's eyes widened as she jumped up, her hands beginning to spark. "Where is she? Where's the bitch? I'm going to-"

"-You won't do anything but get your ass handed to you again, Elle." Mohinder smirked as he stood. "She's talking with Noah and your father now."

Elle shuddered. "God! And I thought MIRIAM was the bitch!"

"That WAS Miriam." Matt laughed bitterly. "And now I'm the enemy, just like the rest of you." He slowly stood and walked down the hall, his head hanging down sadly.

"Where are you going?" Mohinder asked.

"It's been a shitty night and an even shittier day. I'm going to go off, be alone and get some sleep." Matt found an open room with a bed and walked in, closing the door behind him.

Elle rubbed her arm as she watched Matt leave. "What's his problem?" She glanced down at her arm. "And what happened to my arm? I thought I heard the bone snap right before I passed out."

"Your arm was severely broken. Miriam healed it. And Matt's problem? He's in love with a woman who is quite upset with him at the moment because YOU followed him to Seattle and kidnapped her." Mohinder turned and walked away from her, entering Bob's office.

Elle shrugged. "It's not like I had much of a choice." She muttered. "Why is everything always MY fault?"

Portland, Oregon

Sylar sighed as he rolled over, frowning as he noticed Justine and Isabelle as they finished getting dressed. "Where are you two going?"

"Your jeans are wet and I don't think they're going to be drying any time soon. You don't have any spare clothes, do you?" Justine asked as she pulled on her shoes.

"No I don't. So?" Sylar shrugged.

"Well, unless you want to drive around in dirty wet jeans and underwear, I'm going to run into town and buy you some more clothes." Justine shrugged, looking away. "It's the least I can do since your clothes got wet helping me."

"You don't have any money. I spent all of it on this cheap-ass hotel room." He laughed as Justine lifted up a cheap-looking chain. "Yeah? And?" His eyes widened as it suddenly turned gold. "Holy shit!" He sat up, reaching for the chain. As Justine handed it to him, he studied it, shaking his head. "Was that for real?"

"Yep." Justine nodded. "I packed a few cheap chains and trinkets in my bag earlier, just in case I needed quick cash. I'm going to take that into the city and hock it. I should get enough to get you a pack of tighty-whiteys, a pair of jeans and a couple of sweat shirts with money for gas and another hotel room leftover." Sylar nodded, whistling in appreciation as he studied the gold. "Where are the keys?"

"The keys to what?" Sylar asked, handing the chain back to Justine.

"They keys to Miriam's Armada! That IS how we got here, right? You carried me to The Hideaway from the marina and we drove here in her car?" As Sylar shook his head, Justine glared at him. "Don't tell me you stole a fucking car!"

"No, I stole a fucking van." Sylar stretched out as Justine huffed angrily. "What? I wasn't dragging your heavy ass across town from the marina to get a car that the company would undoubtedly be looking for. I found the first thing I could find that you could be comfortable in while we ran."

"SHIT!" Justine shook her head. "The police are probably looking for it by now."

"Probably." Sylar murmured as he snuggled back under the covers. "Just steal another car, it's easy. You just-"

"-I'm a COP!"

"Not anymore you're not. Right now you're a woman on the run from scary people. Now, are you going to do what you have to do to survive, or are you going to sit around whining about things you 'can't' do because they're illegal while they catch up to you and your little sister there?" Sylar raised an eyebrow as Justine frowned. "Well?"

She sighed. "How do I steal the car?"

"Use your newly gained telekinesis to pop the lock on the door, touch the ignition and give it a little nuclear jolt, but JUST a little. You want the car to crank, you don't want to irradiate half of Portland."

"Fine." Justine turned to leave with Isabelle. She turned back, glaring as Sylar cleared his throat. "What NOW?"

"The little one stays here. She's not going with you. I don't trust you to come back unless you know she's here." Sylar nodded.

Justine turned to Isabelle. "You gonna be okay here?" Isabelle nodded silently as she stared at Sylar, her eyes boring into his. "Fine. I'll be back in a few hours."

"Bring dinner back too!" Sylar called after her. "FRIED CHICKEN!" He laughed as Justine left, slamming the door. He turned to Isabelle. "Why are you staring at me like that?" She refused to answer. "You don't talk much, do you?"

"Not to people I don't like." Isabelle turned from him and dug into her bag, pulling out a checkers set. She sat on the bed and began to set up the board, studying it.

"I don't care if you don't like me." Sylar rolled over, closing his eyes. "I don't like YOU either."

Primatech Facility: Hartsdale, New York

Miriam stared off into the middle distance as Noah's words rang in her head. "Holy shit." She breathed.

"I know." Noah nodded. "So? You gonna help us? Here's what we need from you-"

"-not until my sisters are safe." Miriam shook her head. "I'm not doing Bob's little job until I can find my sisters and get them away from Sylar."

"Now hang on-" Bob started to speak.

"-NO!" Miriam leaned forward. "I'm NOT doing jack SHIT until my sisters are okay!"

"Fine." Bob looked away, poking his bottom lip out.

Noah bit his cheek to keep from laughing. "So we have an agreement. First, we'll go after Sylar and the girls. If we can locate them quickly, it shouldn't take a day or two at the most-"

"-But ROGER is almost to the Canadian/U.S. border!" Bob whined.

Noah ignored Bob as he continued to speak to Miriam. "-We'll help you find them quickly. Once that is done, you agree to recruit Justine to help lead a team of us to find and neutralize Roger. In exchange, you and your sisters will be given a monetary reward of-" Noah glanced over at Bob and smirked "-five million dollars a piece as a thank you for helping us with Roger AND as an apology for what you've all been through in the last six months-" as Bob gasped and started to speak, Noah shut him up with a warning look "-and you will all be free to go. You have our word that you and your sisters will NEVER have to look over your shoulders for us again. You'll be able to either return to your former lives, or continue with the lives you've created for yourselves in Seattle. The Seattle homicide unit has been called and informed that Justine has been called out of town on a family emergency, ditto Isabelle's school. We've also called the manager of your club, a girl named Lauren, and told her the same thing. A team is at your home on Bainbridge Island now, cleaning up the mess that Sylar made in the living room and kitchen. Do you agree to these terms?"

"Who's on the team?" Miriam asked.

Noah smiled. "You, Justine, me, Matt-"

"-not Matt." Miriam said angrily.

"Fine. Not Matt." Noah nodded. "I don't think you'll be able to keep him from your sisters once they're located though."

"He's not going on the mission to get Roger. Who else is on the team?"

Noah sighed. "I've asked Nathan and Peter Petrelli to join as well. They've agreed as long as Bob isn't around for it."

"WHAT?" Bob stared at Noah. "You must be joking!"

"I'm not joking, Bob." Noah shook his head. "They've agreed to do it, but only if I'm allowed to visit my family in California. Nathan's been in touch with Claire. Apparently she's not doing too well in school and neither is Lyle. They miss me and Nathan is willing to work with us if I can see my family. Peter's on board if Nathan is."

Bob sighed. "You've done well enough these last six months and you've proven yourself to be a company man again. You can see them."

"Thank you." Noah muttered sarcastically. He turned to Miriam. "Mohinder and Elle are also on the team. I know Elle's a loose cannon, but she's a good agent when she applies herself. She's also pretty powerful. I know you have her power now too, but extra electric power is never a bad thing."

"Fine. Agreed." Miriam smirked. "I also want a Ducati."

"A what?" Bob frowned as Noah and Mohinder looked away, grinning.

"A Ducati 1098 R, it's a superbike. I had a Ducati before Mom died, but thanks to you I had to give it away. I want a brand-spanking new one with all of the bells and whistles. Also, it only comes in red, so you'll need to have it customized. I want it painted solid black and put two heavy canvas straps on each side. On my old bike, I used to strap my legs into it and fly with it if there was somewhere I needed to be quickly."

"Fine." Bob sank in his seat. "Anything else?"

"I want my sisters found by midnight or I'm not doing shit." Miriam nodded. "And I want EVERYTHING in writing and signed by you."

"Now, Miriam," Bob purred "why can't you just accept the word of a civilized gentleman?"

"You put a civilized gentleman in charge of this place and I WILL accept his word. Until then, I want our agreement in writing." She smirked. "You need to know how to spell Ducati?"

"I'm sure I can figure it out." Bob snarled. "Anything else?"

"Yeah. Got a place to crash? Once Sylar's found, I'm going hunting."

Bob waved to Noah who led Miriam out of his office with Mohinder behind him. "By the way, Miss Pratt?" Miriam turned at the door. "Matthew didn't know that he was being followed. You were quite harsh with him earlier and needlessly at that. I have no doubt that if he'd known my daughter was following him, he'd have avoided you and your sisters. You should forgive him."

"Don't tell me what to do, Bob-O." Miriam growled as she walked out of the office.

"He has a point." Mohinder told her. "He's an ass, but he's right. Matt is wild about you. You should apologize to him for the way you treated him earlier."

"What did I just tell Bob?" Miriam glared at Mohinder.

"I don't care. You were a hateful bitch to Matt and he's devastated at the moment. If you had half the heart he claims you have, you'd apologize to him. Why he loves you when you treat him so cruelly is beyond me. Do you realize he could have found you and your sisters at any time? Molly is a locator, she can find anyone, anywhere. She even OFFERED to help find you girls and Matt made her swear to never, ever try to find them unless he specifically asked her himself. THAT'S how much he loves all of you, he made Molly swear to never find you, even if I asked her to." He turned and walked away as Noah led her down the hall.

"So you've been taken from your family?" Miriam asked Noah.

"Yeah." Noah gritted his teeth.

"I'm sorry. I hope you can see them after this."

"I will, one way or the other." Noah turned to her, studying her for a moment as he led her down the hall. Don't react, pretend that this isn't happening. I want to bring this company down and Bob with it. I have Matt, Nathan and Peter on my side. Matt agreed months ago to help, but I haven't brought him into it yet. Now I'm ready. I'm the one that wanted Justine brought here for this so I could talk with her first, but you're striking me as someone as equally reasonable. Nathan, Peter and I have a plan to depose Bob and turn this company back into the noble organization it once was, not the corrupted piece of shit it is now. Can I count on you to help us when the time is right?

Miriam smiled softly as she turned, glancing over at Bob's office before rounding a corner. She nodded. Are you kidding me? If it makes Bob feel even worse than DEATH would, I'm all in, Noah.

Noah grinned and winked at her as he opened a door, showing her a room with a bed. Thank you, Miriam. "There's a shower here too, if you feel like cleaning up."

"Thanks." Miriam returned the wink as she walked into the room and stretched out on the bed. She thought of Noah's words and started giggling to herself. "I'm going to have SO much fun here!"

Matt looked up from the bed hopefully as his door opened, then frowned as Mohinder and Bob walked in. "Oh. Hi." He stretched back out on the bed, staring sadly at the ceiling. "Is she going to help?"

"Only if you're not on the team." Bob muttered.

"Figured that one was coming." Matt quipped.

"She only agreed to the conditions if we found Isabelle and Justine tonight." Bob sighed. "Molly told Mohinder earlier that you made her swear never to find them unless YOU asked her to?" Matt nodded. "She's on the way here with Maya. Can you please ask her to find the girls?"

Matt sighed. "Sure. Why not?" He shrugged. "You okay with it, Mohinder?"

"It's the only way." Mohinder nodded. "If it weren't I wouldn't want her using that power, but-"

"-I know. After what happened with my father, I'm a bit leery myself, but we have to find Isabelle and Justine quickly and NOT just because 'Her Highness' ordered it." Matt grimaced.

"Very well." Bob left the room as Mohinder lingered.

"I told her off for yelling at you, good and proper. She had no business blaming YOU for this."

"Thanks." Matt said softly.

"You DO realize that she's a bit of a bitch, yes?" Mohinder asked.

"Oh, she's more than a bit of one, but she's a softie under that hard shell. Total marshmallow with a good heart." Matt whispered.

"Right. Obviously." Mohinder quipped sarcastically. He turned to leave. "If you're curious, Noah put her in room eleven. If you're curious."

"Curious about what?" Matt asked softly.

"Just curious. You got yelled at pretty severely a while ago. I think it's time to yell back, don't you?" Mohinder turned and left the room as Matt sat up, nodding.

"Hell, maybe I SHOULD yell back." He smirked. "Growing a backbone worked last time." He sighed as he climbed out of the bed and made his way to room eleven. He opened the door and walked in, hearing the shower running. Walking into the bathroom, he leaned against the wall. "So are we going to talk like adults now, or are you going to keep yelling at me like a spoiled brat?"

Miriam stuck her head out of the shower, glaring at him. "What did you just say to me?"

"Oh, you heard me!" Matt nodded. He winced and grabbed his nose. "OW! Did you just telekinetically PUNCH me?" Miriam raised an eyebrow and shut the shower curtain. "DAMMIT!" Matt peeled off his clothes and climbed into the shower with her.

Miriam turned to him, incredulous. "Just what in the hell do you think you're-"

"-SHUT IT!" Matt rubbed his nose. "And I swear to God, if you hit me again, either physically or telekinetically, I'll-"

"-You'll what?" Miriam smirked.

"I'll make you start hitting yourself." Matt nodded as Miriam snorted with laughter. "Oh yeah. I've got my father's power, Sweetness and even though Bob took it away earlier, it's coming back, BIG TIME. My father convinced your mom to give him a bounce in the sack once, I think I can convince you to smack yourself. I may have been raised not to hit a woman no matter what, but I won't technically be hitting you, now will I?" Miriam rolled her eyes and turned away to wash her hair. Matt glared at her, then concentrated. Miriam suddenly raised her hand and smacked herself in the face. "See? Told you so!" He laughed as Miriam turned to him, her eyes narrowing. "Funny, huh? I might get feedback if I try to read your mind, but all I get from making you do something is sweet satisfaction." As Miriam started to speak, her hand flew up and slapped herself a few more times. "Gee? Why are you hitting yourself, Mir?" He frowned and struggled as his fist suddenly lifted up and started punching himself in the face. "OW! OW! OW! QUIT IT!"

"I'm not doing it. You're hitting yourself, remember?" Miriam laughed. "You're right, that's very satisfying." She gasped as Matt reached out and grabbed her wrists as he pushed her against the shower wall, pressing against her. "Stop that." She whispered.

"Don't like it?" Matt nodded. "Then listen to what I have to say and then I'll leave. I've had it with you finding reasons to keep away from me and push me away. First, you claimed that because you're immortal, you don't want to get attached to me and watch me die. I shot that theory down good and proper. Then you claimed that Isabelle would be hurt, which I shot down as well. I thought that we'd finally come to an understanding. I thought we were finally at a place where we could work on being together, instead of thinking of excuses to be apart, but now you've thrown this new curve ball at me. I did NOT lead Elle to you on purpose. I would never do that to you, to Justine and especially not to Isabelle! It hurt my feelings that you would even consider something like that. Not only that, it pisses me off! Stop making up excuses, stop giving me shit and STOP PUSHING ME AWAY! GOT IT?" Miriam refused to speak as Matt stared at her. "Now, I've had my say. When you're ready to apologize to me for being a raging, hateful, psychotic bitch, you can find me in this building, but don't wait too long. Molly's on her way here to do me a favor and locate OUR sister for us and her babysitter Maya is bringing her. Maya's a very, very, VERY beautiful woman and she's been pretty obvious about her attraction to me. I've given her the short shrift because I've been stupid enough to be interested in you but hey, things could change. SHE wouldn't be a bitch to me and she certainly wouldn't ever treat me the way you treated me earlier. I could very easily get used to being treated like a good and decent man instead of an asshole."

He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist. He reached down and picked up his clothes and headed for the door. The moment he opened it, he frowned as the doorknob flew from his hand, the door slamming shut. He turned, glaring at Miriam as she shrugged and smiled softly at him. "Well?" She sighed. "Are you going to get in here and let me apologize to you, or are you just going to stand there?" She kissed him as he stepped into the shower, his hands roaming her wet, slick skin. "I'm a bitch. I shouldn't have said those things to you and I'm sorry."

Matt smiled at her as he lifted her up, feeling her legs wrap around his waist as he pressed her against the wall. "I think you're going to have to do a little better than that, Baby." He moaned.

"Oh, you haven't seen anything yet." Miriam whispered as she began to move against him, moaning softly.

Portland, Oregon

Sylar stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in clean jeans and a red sweatshirt. "Thanks." He nodded to Justine as he sat down on his bed and dug through a fast-food bucket, pulling out a chicken breast. "God, I'm so hungry." He stared at Justine as she began to breathe hard, her face getting flushed. "Are you okay?"

Justine set her dish to the side as Isabelle began to laugh and shake her head. "Oh, you've GOT to be fucking KIDDING me!" She stood and quickly ran into the bathroom, slamming the door as Isabelle began to laugh harder.

Sylar turned to Isabelle. "What was that?" His eyes widened as Justine began to moan in the bathroom. "What the-?"

"Mir-Mir and Matt." Isabelle nodded. "Being together."

Sylar frowned. "What?" As Justine's moans grew louder, he shook his head. "What does THAT mean?"

"Twin connection." Isabelle shrugged as she continued to eat.

"OH! OH! GOD! OH HOLY SHIT!" Justine screamed in the bathroom.

Sylar's eyes widened. "Wait, are you saying that wherever they are, Miriam and Matt are-" Isabelle nodded "-and SHE can feel it?" He cocked his head towards the bathroom.

"YES! YES! YES! GOD YES!" Justine shrieked.

"Yep." Isabelle said with a mouthful of chicken. "If Juss hurts, Mir-Mir hurts. If Mir-Mir's happy, Juss' happy."

Sylar snorted with laughter as he heard a thud in the bathroom. "Go Matt and Mir-Mir. So that's why Justine passed out when Elle shocked Miriam? She felt the shock too?" Isabelle nodded. "Damn, that's fucked up."

"Twin connection." Isabelle quipped.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD! YES!!!" Justine screamed, then fell silent. A few minutes later, Sylar turned and grinned at Justine as she stepped out of the bathroom, her legs shaking and her face red.

"Have fun?" Sylar laughed.

"Fuck you." She muttered as she sat on the bed and continued to eat.

"Sure, go ahead. Tit for tat with the twin, right?" Sylar winked at her.

"Oh, in your dreams!" Justine grumbled. She groaned and walked to the bathroom again. "DAMN THOSE TWO! Has that asshole never heard of a refractory period? SERIOUSLY!" She slammed the door as she started to moan again.

Sylar nodded. "Oh, I think I could have FUN with this." As Justine's moans became louder, he nodded. "Oh, so MUCH fun! Go Matt, wherever you are. Suddenly, I have a lot of respect for you, Man."

Primatech Facility: Hartsdale, New York

"Now THAT'S an apology!" Matt climbed out of the shower, laughing as Miriam followed him out, goosing him as he grabbed his clothes. "Don't tell me you're ready for round three." He pulled her close to him and began to kiss her.

"I'm ready when you are." Miriam murmured between kisses.

Matt sighed. "It'll have to wait until Molly finds the girls. She should be arriving any minute now." He grabbed his clothes and started to dress.

"Pity." Miriam pulled on a robe and walked into the room, staring at the scrubs that were draped across the bed. "When did those get here?"

"I brought them." Miriam turned to see Elle standing in the doorway. "I was going to knock on the bathroom door and tell you, but you were a little occupied by the sound of it."

Miriam frowned. "Thanks."

"Welcome. It's the least I could do-" Elle sighed "-thanks for fixing my arm."

"I broke it. It was either fix it or listen to you bitch about it hurting when you came around."

"Whatever, God!" Elle turned to leave.

"Elle?" Miriam smiled tightly at the girl as she turned to her. "Thank you."

"Welcome again." Elle walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

"That was-" Matt shrugged "-actually nice of her. I've never seen THAT side to her before."

"Everyone has a nice moment or two in their lives, I'm sure." Miriam quickly pulled the scrubs on. "So where's this hottie babysitter? I want to see my competition."

Matt laughed. "Babe, she could never be competition with you." He draped an arm over her shoulder, kissing her cheek as they walked out of the room together.

They made their way down the hall, walking into a lab together. As soon as they walked in, Molly spotted Matt and jumped down from the chair she'd been sitting in. "MATT!" She shrieked, running towards him.

"HEY SWEETIE!" Matt hugged her tightly, kissing her cheek. "I missed you!"

"She's missed you too." Maya walked over, her eyes shining with adoration as she shook Matt's hand. "It's so good to see you, Detective Parkman. I'm glad you are well."

"Thanks." He looked down at Molly and turned to Miriam, taking her hand. "This is Miriam, Isabelle's sister."

Molly giggled and held her hand out to Miriam as Maya eyed her jealously. "It's good to finally meet you."

Miriam smiled down at the girl, ignoring the hand as she bent down and hugged her. "It's good to meet you too, Matt's told me so much about you."

"You too." Molly whispered in her ear. "He thinks you're pretty. I think he wants to date you."

"I don't have a problem with that." Miriam winked at her as Maya looked away, her bottom lip poking out.

"So where's Isabelle and Justine? I want to meet them too!" Molly asked Matt.

"That's the problem." Matt took Molly by the hand and walked with her to a chair. "They're missing. Sylar took them."

"Sylar?" Maya's eyes widened. "That little cabrón! That lerzo! Hijo de puta! Pendejo!"

Matt nodded. "You got it, Maya." He smiled at Molly. "They're alive, or at least they were a few hours ago. I know I asked you NOT to do this but-"

"-You want me to find them, right?" Molly asked.

"Yes, please." Matt nodded. "We need to know where they are so we can find them and save them before Sylar hurts them."

"Okay." Molly took the atlas that Mohinder handed her and began to flip through it. "I'm going to find Justine first." She stopped on the state of Oregon and quickly flipped to find a map of Portland. She pointed to an address. "There."

Matt nodded. "Okay. Thank you."

Molly smiled. "I'm going to find Isabelle now, to make sure she's okay." She concentrated again, then sat up, her eyes widening. "Oh no!"

"What?" Matt asked.

"It's like with your father, the Nightmare Man!" Molly's smile faded. "She's with Justine, but she can see me!"

Matt stared at Molly in shock. "Isabelle can see you?" Molly nodded. "Okay, get out of there now!"

"GO AWAY! STOP IT!" Molly shrieked as Matt took her hands. Miriam frowned and stepped forward, her face a mask of concern.

"Molly, get out of there now!" Matt ordered her.

"NO! NO! DON'T!" Molly's eyes rolled back in her head as she fainted, slumping in Matt's arms.

"What the hell was that?" Miriam reached out, stroking Molly's face. "What just happened?"

Matt shook his head, anguished. "Not again!" He moaned.

Somewhere and Nowhere

Molly gasped as she woke up, realizing that she was in a bed. She frowned and climbed out of it, wondering where she was. She remembered Isabelle, Matt's sister, finding her and trapping her in her mind, just like the 'Nightmare Man' once did. Nervously, Molly looked around, staring at the pink and white striped walls of the bedroom she stood in, wondering when the nightmares would begin. Taking a deep breath, she turned and slowly opened the door, her heart pounding as she stepped into the hallway.

The hallway was brightly lit, sunlight streaming through a window at the end of the hall. Frowning, Molly walked down the hall and noticed a staircase. She slowly walked down it, glancing at a living room. She gasped as the image of a woman with red hair, lying dead in a pool of blood flashed on the floor of the room, then quickly faded. The room was just as bright and sunlit as Molly listened to birds singing outside.

"Hello." Molly turned to see a petite girl standing in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen. She smiled, recognizing the girl from her photos. It was Isabelle Pratt. Her long dark brown hair flowed down her back, pinned away from her face with two silver barrettes. She held a bouquet of freshly cut flowers in her hand. "Who are you?"

"Molly Walker." Molly whispered. "You're Isabelle, right?" Isabelle smiled sweetly and nodded as she entered the room, setting the flowers in a crystal vase on the coffee table. "Where are we?"

Isabelle turned to her. "Molly Walker? You're Matt's foster daughter, aren't you?" Molly nodded slowly. Isabelle reached out, hugging her. "Welcome to my world, Molly."