Well, this one is shorter than I wanted, and not heavy in the way of plot... But we get a glimpse of what else Noah can do. More plot next chapter, I promise.

Lea: Wtf, superman? XD And yes, there is a Noah/Daniella bit in this chapter... You should be glad he sees the future, or you wouldn't have gotten it =P

Poetz: well, then I succeeded in what I wanted to do, with the goodbye. And your memory didn't fail you this time: the goodbye scene was indeed meant to be similar to the one between Cale and his father in Titan A.E.... I seriously LOVE that movie.

Cat: For you, I make this chapter's prize for reviews a few good swings at Claire.

since I haven't done it in awhile: Disclaimer: blahblahblahblahDon't Own Itblahblahblahblah

On to teh fic

Chapter 9

Parkman Residence, New York City

Noah was a bright boy. It hadn't taken many times for him to learn that the flashes he saw were things that were going to happen. What he kept seeing now, scared him. He didn't want to look at Matt and Daphne, because the flashes terrified him. When Uncle Peter had taken him from his parents, he'd seen flashes of the Bad People that he'd seen before. He didn't remember what he'd seen, exactly, he'd just seen that being taken was going to make the Bad People come. The Bad People were going to come, and they were going to hurt everyone.
So, to escape the scary visions he got whenever he was around Matt, and Daphne, and even Molly, he found refuge in Daniella's nursery. He climbed up on the rocking chair, beside her crib, and precariously balanced on the moving chair, so he could look down at the sleeping baby. He had come in here every day, for the three he had been here, and every time, he saw the same flashes when he looked at the fascinating little girl; a man who looked a lot like his daddy, just with lighter hair,laughing, and holding hands with a tall girl, with dark hair, and blue eyes. Another of the brief flashes was of the same girl, talking to herself... or rather, something that he couldn't see. Never any more than that, though.

The usual flashes done, Noah climbed back down, and sat firmly in the chair. He hadn't said a word since he'd been taken from his parents, and he saw no reason to change that now, so he was going to sit in that room, avoid the scary flashes, and wait for his mother and father.

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Peter watched his nephew through the partially open door, and sighed. He was worried about the poor kid; he hadn't spoken, he barely ate, and he seemed determined to avoid everyone, except the baby.

"Maybe he likes her, 'cause she's weird too," Molly said from in front of the TV.

"Molly!" Matt scolded.

"What?" Molly gave her "father" a 'you know it's true' look, "She'll look at an empty corner, and start laughing, then look at another, and cry..."

Peter had noticed that about the infant; she seemed to have violent mood swings, for no apparent reason. But he was more concerned for his nephew having apparently gone mute, than Daniella's mood issues. He wished he could contact his brother, at least get him on the phone, so Noah could hear his parents' voices, but he knew neither of them had a phone with them. They hadn't yet gotten in contact with his mother, or he'd know about it, since he had managed to contact Angela. He hadn't told her where he was, or why; just because he was now in charge of Noah's care didn't mean the rules got to be broken. No one under the employ of Primatech was to know of Noah's whereabouts. The Parkmans, since they were not working for Primatech, and since Gabriel had told him specifically to bring Noah here, were exempt from the list of people who couldn't know.

Gabriel & Elle
Colorado City, Texas

Gabriel was sure the past three days had been the longest he'd ever been through. Somehow, all the things that had annoyed him, before, about having a hyper four-year-old in the house he now missed. Hell, he even missed the damn cat.

They only had an hour left to Odessa; but they weren't continuing on until morning. They should have made it to Odessa the very day they left Dallas- it was only a five hour trip- but they had wanted to avoid stealing a car for as long as possible, so much of their time had been spent walking. They'd stolen one truck, but they'd left it that morning, and had walked to Colorado City. It was late now, so they'd broken into a hotel room, and would steal a car from the lot in the morning, and hopefully be to Odessa before anyone noticed it was missing. They weren't sure if Claire was still following them or not, but if she was, news of stolen vehicles would lead her to them, if she didn't already know where they were headed.

Regardless, Gabriel wanted to get to the main Primatech office, figure something out with his mother, and then get his son back, all as quickly as possible. For one, he missed his little boy, for another, he wouldn't feel completely at ease until he had Noah back with him, and Elle.

Though, the last three days had really given him some time to think about things that had never really entered his mind, while he was busy with work, and family. Mostly the fact that he couldn't die. Of course, that was always something that was apparent; and something always on his mind when danger presented its self: he couldn't die, but Elle and Noah could. It was more than the fact that he couldn't be killed that weighed on his mind now; it was the fact that he would never die, couldn't die. If his understanding of Claire's ability- and what Peter had told him of Adam Monroe- anyone with the regenerative ability was immortal.

It wasn't really apparent yet, that he wasn't aging, but it would become so eventually. Eventually, it would become obvious that in appearance, he never aged past the twenty-seven he'd been when he'd acquired the ability... And all the while, Elle was going to continue as normal. Eventually, Gabriel finally realized, he was going to have to watch his wife wither, and die, while he continued on... likely forever... Or until there finally came a future that couldn't be stopped, and the world was destroyed. Or would he manage to survive that too? Gabriel suddenly found himself wishing he knew how to switch abilities off, as well as on. Or, that he could "switch" abilities on, in other people...

As he thought all this, his eyes traveled to Elle- curled up, asleep, occasionally muttering something- then to the scars on either side of her forehead. The scars he'd put there. Claire's blood hadn't been given in time to heal the second cut entirely, and as such she had matching silvery scars over each eye. Noah had once asked how she'd gotten them, and Elle had replied that a monster had tried to kill her... Gabriel had grimaced as she'd spoken, but had continued to listen as Elle explained that she had saved herself the first time. Of course, Noah had wanted to know about the second time, too. Gazing at her husband, with a small smile, Elle had replied, "Your daddy. He saved me, that time."
As Noah had run off to play, she had added, to Gabriel, "You've always saved me."

And I always will, Gabriel thought, tossing and turning the beginnings of an idea about in his mind. It could, in theory, work. Not for Noah... Not yet, anyway, it would be for him to decide. But Elle... Peter would disapprove, say that it was the very thing they were fighting against, but Gabriel wasn't the knight-in-shining-armor that his brother was. He was the knight in bloody, tarnished armor, that wasn't above using the enemy's tactics to get what he wanted. Peter was the white knight, and Gabriel the black night; it had always been so.

But first, they had to get to Primatech, and get Noah back. Then he could start worrying about his idea, and whether or not Elle would even agree.

Moving from the chair he was in, Gabriel sat on the bed, next to the sleeping- and muttering- woman. He ran his hand through her still-damp hair, curling the ends around his fingers. He hadn't intended for it to do so, but his actions roused her from her clearly troubled sleep.

"Nightmare?" he asked her, keeping his voice low.

Elle stared up at him for a moment, then nodded. She sat up, straightening her- his rather- shirt, and sighed. "We can't just go to Primatech, find somewhere else to go, and take Noah back," she said, suddenly. Before Gabriel could ask what she meant, she continued, "As long as the Petrelli bitch, and therefore Nathan, is in control of Pinehearst, they're just going to keep coming after us... "

Gabriel thought he knew where this was going, but he asked, "What exactly are we supposed to do about that?" anyway.

"We get rid of anyone in Pinehearst who knows about Noah... Nathan, Tracy, Claire, maybe Mohinder..."

"Jesus, Elle... Claire and Mohinder are one thing, but Nathan is the damn President, and Tracy's his wife..." Yeah, he'd known that was coming. Didn't make it any less of a stupid- yet smart- idea.

"I know that," Elle snapped. She took a deep breath, to calm herself, and when she continued, her voice was thick, as if she were holding back tears, "But, I can't do this again, Gabriel... I can't. And we can't survive always looking over our shoulders, wondering if they've found us again... " she didn't resist when Gabriel pulled her to his chest. She continued speaking, voice slightly muffled, now, "I don't care if I have to kill all of them, then blow up every fucking Pinehearst branch myself, I'm making sure there's no one left to come after our baby, because I can not do this again..."

He was right there with her. As much as he wanted his son back, as soon as possible, he knew Elle was right: eventually, this would happen again, and they would be apart, again... And Gabriel wasn't any more capable of handling it than Elle was. Sure, he and Elle had somewhat fixed each other, but their true anchor to sanity, to normalcy was Noah.

"So we start a crusade against the President," Gabriel sighed, "Always wanted to spend eternity in a federal prison..."

Elle actually laughed at that, "The idea would be to not get caught," she said, as she pulled out of his embrace, and crystal blue eyes found chocolate brown, "But I suppose the planning can wait till morning."

She really shouldn't have been looking at him like that. They had to remain alert in case Claire came knocking... Had to, otherwise they'd be caught with their trousers down. The last few words of that being exactly what Elle's look was suggesting.

She kissed the corner of his mouth ever so softly. Dammit, this wasn't the time for distractions... She slept, he kept watch, that was what they'd planned...
When her hands found his belt buckle, what little resolve he had began to crumble... Well, things never went according to plan, anyway...

With the buckle out of the way, the small blond's fingers went for the button of his jeans, and her lips found his. Okay, no resolve left.

They both needed to distract themselves from everything, both needed a "last night" together, before they went on to Primatech, and figured out how to hit Pinehearst with everything thing they had... And if Claire decided to interrupt, well, Gabriel would have all the more reason to kill her. His son was a walking interruption on his own... He didn't need his niece joining in.

But, no time to think about how to remove any distractions/interruptions; the buttons on Elle's- his- shirt were proving to be pesky things. Smirking, even as he kissed her, he had them all undone with a simple flick of his finger- he loved having telekinesis- and discovered that she hadn't bothered to put anything on under her- his- shirt...

Nathan, Tracy, Angela & Claire
New York City

Angela hated this. She was a good liar, a good actress, but she hated doing this. While she and Nathan may have been on opposite sides of a war in private, in the eyes of the public, she was an encouraging mother, proud of her son, and daughter-in-law, for all that they had accomplished, and as such, she was stuck having dinner with them, and Claire. She had to do this periodically, mostly because she was afraid if she didn't, Nathan might actually decide to do something about Primatech, instead of leaving them in relative peace.

As per usual, halfway through dinner, Nathan asked, "So where's my nephew, Ma?"

Angela gave him a very polite, and very fake smile, "What, your best couldn't catch him?" she turned the smile towards Claire, "Speaking of which, why are you here, dear? Shouldn't you be off hunting your own kind?"

Claire bristled at that, "I'm only here because I was called back for this."

"Claire will be back to work by morning," Tracy said, "As will we all." In other words, they would all be back to wanting each other dead.

Nathan, never one to be distracted from a topic for long, asked again, "Where is he, Ma?"

"I don't know, Nathan," it was the same answer she always gave, and most of the time it was true. But this time she did know; a technopath under her employ had told her where Peter's calls were coming from. "I do wonder why you think I'd tell you, even if I did."

"Because eventually you're going to see that I'm right... I need that ability, Ma... To save the world. Isn't that what you want to do?"

"Oh, I'm sure you would stop a few futures, Nathan," Angela replied, smoothing her napkin over her lap, "But eventually, the power would go to your head."

"And you think the brat will be any different?" Claire muttered under her breath.

"There is no telling, Claire," was the matter-of-fact answer, "He could be as bad as your father, or become worse than his own was, once... There really is no telling. But Noah has yet to show that he, like Nathan, will seek to control everything."

Angela had thought of the very thing Claire mentioned; the possibility of little Noah being as bad, or worse than Nathan. Something- perhaps the hazy distant-future dreams she couldn't quite remember- told her that her grandson, if he was to be like any of his family, he would be more like his father, or Peter, perhaps with a bit of his mother's attitude thrown in.

The gritty sound of what could only have been a custom cell ringtone- One, two, Freddie's comin' for you, three, four, better lock your door- interrupted Angela's thoughts.

"Claire, phone off during dinner," Tracy scolded quietly.

Claire threw a glare at her stepmother, and answered her phone, cutting off the ringtone at "better stay up late", "Fred, when the hell did you change the tone I had for you?.... No, it doesn't fit at a-... You're sure? You're absolutely positive?.... Alright.... You better be right about this, Fred. Bye." Claire flipped the phone shut, and shoved away from the table. At Tracy and Nathan's quizzical looks, she said, "Sorry, something really important," she didn't sound sorry; she sounded glad to get away, "Needs to be taken care of ASAP."

With that, she strode away, without a second glance back. Angela gave both Nathan and Tracy another of her fake smiles, "I should be going to. I need to get back to work."

And so she did. She needed to find out what her granddaughter was up to.

Parkman Residence, New York City

Noah watched intently as Molly took care of her sister, despite Molly having told him several times to stop staring, because it freaked her out. Noah couldn't help it if he found watching the sisters more comforting than their parents. Something bad was coming, and soon, but he couldn't explain to Uncle Peter beyond "lots of blood", because really, that was the only thing he could make out. Peter had simply assured him that he was safe, and had gone about his business.

So, there Noah sat, in the kitchen, watching the only two people who didn't give him the scary flashes. Molly was cursing fluently under her breath- most were words Noah wasn't supposed to know, but had learned from his parents anyway- because she had managed to spill something all over the floor. Noah saw her start to tip backwards, as she reached for a towel- she was too small, really to be carrying her sister- and immediately sought to warn her.

"You're gonna fall!" he called to her. Though, as he spoke, he got a funny Pop Rocks feeling on his tongue. He'd gotten that before. He'd been told to tell his mother that if she wasn't careful, she'd cut herself. Though the words that he managed to relay had been "Daddy said you'll cut yourself."... That too had given him the Pop Rocks feeling, and moments later, his mother had been swearing up a storm, holding a bloody finger under the faucet of the kitchen sink.

Where as before Noah spoke, Molly would have righted herself, gone to the living room, and handed Daniella to someone else, before cleaning things up, now she continued to tip backwards, and in trying to right herself, her foot found the mess on the floor. As she fell backwards, her hand shot towards the counter to try and grab the edge, to save herself from the fall. Instead, her hands found several glasses that weren't next to the sink, where they belonged, and she took them down with her. The skinny teenager landed with a loud bang, followed by the sound of shattering glass, that was drowned out by Daniella's wails. The adults were in the room in a split second, to see what was going on.

While Daphne took the baby- who luckily wasn't harmed- Matt helped Molly to her feet. The girl had several cuts on her, from the broken glass, and there was blood trickling down the back of her head, from where it had slammed into the tile floor.

Noah watched, wide-eyed, as his uncle poked and prodded at the back of the whimpering girl's head, "That's going to need stitches," said Peter, with a sigh. To Molly he said, "And after a hit that hard, you prob'ly have a concussion." Molly didn't answer. She looked like she couldn't quite focus on anything.

"I'll take her to the hospital," said Daphne, handing Daniella to Matt, "Back in a flash."

Pulling Molly close to her, Daphne was off in a blur of colors.

"Hey, kiddo," Peter spoke to Noah, "What happened?"

Noah thought for a moment, then replied, "She fell.'

Peter sighed, "I know that. How?"

"I d'nno."

Peter shook his head, then ruffled his nephew's hair, "No help at all," he muttered.

As Uncle Peter walked away, Noah saw several more brief flashes. It came and went so quickly he couldn't make out all of it; nothing beyond the knock at the door, and a woman saying hello to Peter. But it didn't sound like a friendly hello...

Almost as soon as the flashes stopped, there came three sharp knocks on the door.

Gabriel, Elle, & Angela
Primatech

Angela had clearly been expecting their visit, Elle knew, because she hadn't seemed at all surprised when she'd entered her office to find them waiting for her. She also knew what they wanted to do, which was actually a good thing, since Elle didn't really feel like talking.

Of course, then Angela had to ruin the plan of staying silent, "And how exactly do you plan on making all of that happen?"

Truth be told, neither Elle nor Gabriel really knew. All they knew was that anyone who knew about Noah had to go; and hopefully Pinehearst would go with them. Currently the list was at Nathan, Tracy, and Claire. Nathan and Tracy because they actually wanted to used Noah for his ability; Claire because she likely wouldn't stop until either Gabriel or Elle, or their son was dead. It didn't take Angela's confirmation that Claire was still determined to get "revenge" for them to see that their niece was still sore about the events five years ago. Also, according to Angela, she was out to get Bennet, too for having killed her. Claire held a grudge like no one else.

When neither Gabriel nor Elle answered her question, Angela smiled, "It will be simpler than you think, actually. We just haven't already tried it, because until now, we didn't have a way to make sure we weren't caught."

"And you do now?" Gabriel asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Yes. The technopath who works for me has developed his ability well enough to ensure nothing could be traced back to anyone involved. He will also be able to make sure that no one suspects anything until it's done."

"How could a technopath help with that?" Elle wanted to know.

"Well, the only time Nathan is anywhere without his body guards is when he visits the main Pinehearst office, in New York. If you want to get in undetected, you need all the doors opened for you, security cameras put out of commission," as she spoke, Angela was dialing a number on the office phone. "Hello?" she spoke into the receiver, "Yes, it is... Oh you are? I was going to ask you to come right away, anyway." Without a goodbye, she hung up the phone, and then stared expectantly at the door.

Wonder who- or what- she was expecting, Elle and Gabriel turned to watch the door as well. For several seconds, there was nothing, then there was a light knock, and the door swung inward. Standing in the open doorway was a tall, lanky boy of no more than fifteen, or sixteen, with short curly hair, and dark skin- clearly of african-american descent.

"What'd you need, Mrs. Petrelli?" the boy asked, barely giving Gabriel and Elle a second glance. Though the barely-glance was enough, obviously, for he did a double take, then stared at Gabriel, as if he knew him.

Gabriel looked as though he found the kid slightly familiar, as well. Elle vaguely recognized him- likely from a company file somewhere- but not enough to actually come up with a name.

The kid started to talk again, and from his expression, he didn't have anything polite to say, but Angela cut in, "Mr. Sanders, this is my son, Gabriel, and his wife, Elle,"

"I know who he is," the kid added in, quickly, before Angela continued.

"Gabriel, Elle, this is my technopath, Micah Sanders."

I had to incorporate Micah in somewhere.

You can all thank my beta-reader/RP Partner (he's Gabriel, I'm Elle) for the TK removal of buttons. Actually... now that I look back on the section of the RP where the subject came up... it was my fault.... But if he hadn't given in to Elle's advances, it wouldn't have been brought up... so, still thank him =P

As I said before: prize for reviewing this chapter is getting to knock the shit out of Claire.

Oh, and you get cookies, if you can even BEGIN to guess what Daniella's ability is (yes, Molly's remarks about laughing, and crying at nothing, as well as Noah's little visions are things caused by her ability). It won't really be important for this one, but if things go well, it will be important in the next story... IF I write a next one... (Yes, Lea, it would likely be Noah/Daniella ;). )

Also, more cookies, if you know what Gabriel is planning, for Elle...