Title: Fatigue

Fan dom: Heroes

Rating: T - Violence, Adult situations, Moderate Language

Notes and Spoilers: Through "Chapter 23: How to Stop an Exploding Man", Graphic Novel Chapters 39 to 42 "Betty" and the Fan Fiction Squall This story is AU of course.


Chapter 12

"Oh no..." Peter grimaced.

He started to take a run for Mohinder, when Taylor grabbed his arm.

"Peter?"

"Taylor, you have to trust me. Mohinder needs my help, now. You stay with Molly."

"Take care our your family. And tell my brother..."

Taylor nodded. "Wait...what are you talking about?"

"If Officer Parkman is in LA...?" Peter began. "And Candice is dead. That could only mean, Mohinder is with her killer."

Taylor gasped. "What does he want with Mohinder?"

"To finish what he started..."

Please be careful. I need the both of you to return here safe, you hear me Peter?

Peter nodded. "I will."

Taylor tossed and turned. She stared up at her ceiling. A blistering cold sensation ran down her spine. As if a ghost walked right through her.

Taylor gasped and looked around her.

"Is someone here?"

The silence was deafening as she sat up in the dark. She wrapped one of her blankets around her tightly. Molly was asleep in the other room.

"Please?"

"Taylor?" the a familiar voice called and when she looked up she saw her old friend Betty smiling at her.

"You scared me," Taylor said annoyed. "Don't walk through me like that."

The ghost most recently known as Candice raised an eyebrow. "I didn't."

"Then what?"

"You just seemed so scared."

"Seemed?"


Nathan looked at the clock on the other side of the room.

Heidi was out town, taking to boys to see her parents. They were to coming back later the next day.

It was after midnight. It was Thanksgiving day, but he wasn't really feeling so thankful. He knew that was wrong. He had so many things to be thankful for. He was alive, so was his brother, but uneasy feeling went down his spine. Why didn't Peter answer his cell phone?

Angela was a sleep on the sofa cushion next to him; he had a pile of manilla folders at his feet. He looked through them once, twice, three times. He searched deep in the archives, or as deep as his resources took him.

The world was a scary place and it got scarier each day.

His mother gave him clues, as much as she was willing to give.

"It was for your protection," she told him.

It was more like lies.

He was so tired, the fatigue of the situation of all. His brother tried to fly off a building, he collapsed in his arms. He spent two weeks in a coma, only to take disappear when he woke up. He came to him covered in blood; he cradled his dead body in his arms. He exploded.

Why didn't he answer his cell phone?


One Week Ago

Peter stood in one corner, Mohinder was in the other. The scene played out in such a similar fashion. An event that happened just a few weeks prior. Like their last encounter at the Petrelli grounds, it still amazed Peter, how did Sylar survive?

His friend Alex was next to him. He felt her presence but he didn't see her. He wondered why. She once told him that stealth was her native ability. She took the powers of others as her body tried to blend with those around her. She never had to borrow invisibility, all she had to do was blend with the air.

Maybe that was the difference?

"You know, I don't really need Claire's power, you know?" a familiar voice began.

"Well it would be more direct...And there is always the ache of not finishing what you start. Of being a failure. Do you know how that is Pete?"

"I'm not a failure."

Sylar looked at his surroundings. "Well, I guess New York is still in one piece so that was a start. How cheap was it teleporting me the middle of no where? Were you too embarrassed to fight me that used that little teleport ability to send me in a forest? A bullet flew right by me."

"Did someone mistake you for a deer?"

Sylar smiled.

"Hello Alex."

Mohinder looked at straight at Peter, looking straight through where Alex was standing.

"Hello." she replied.

"You know, I once killed Peter the same way you are now. You think you can hide from me. And I know how you tick. You and are a like, we take our powers from others."

"Leave..." she heard Peter telepathically whisper.

Sylar stood closer to Alex, using his enhanced hearing he could her heart beat, the wee whistle of her breath.

"Maybe I will take you instead?" he whispered in her ear.

Sylar grabbed a hold of Alex's wrists.

"Or should you I let you watch as these two die first?"

Alex turned and looked at Peter and Mohinder.

Peter could take care of himself, for the most part, but he wouldn't leave without Mohinder.

The two of them met before at the hospital when she played Peter's nurse. She smiled, still please with herself.

"Are you going to disappear on me now too?" he asked. "Block my little head cutting power? I have adapted. I have a few extra tricks up my sleeve."

Sylar tighten his grip on Alex's wrist. It hurt. The pain caused her to materialize. Alex closed her eyes, and concentrated. She turned to Peter and winked at him, and back at Sylar. She still kept herself hidden from his few.

"Let us go," she stated.

Sylar laughed.

She send Peter another telepathic thought. "Peter, you have the power of persuasion? Of all the things...I..."

She turned to Sylar.

"Let us go," she repeated.

Sylar laughed.

"Let us go!" she repeated.

"Let you go where?" Sylar asked, pleased at this little loophole. He let her go, but by throwing her across the room.

Alex caught herself in mid-flight.

"Just like fizzy drinks but without the scary fan."

Peter smirked, and once Alex was done doing somersaults in the air, he send her a message.

"I can take care of myself. Take care of Mohinder. I promised Taylor I would keep him safe."

Alex stared at Peter in desperation but ultimately agreed. Peter could take care of himself and this was not her fight. And then before another thought was exchanged, Alex took Mohinder by the hand and the two of them vanished.

Sylar turned to Peter.

"I wasn't done with him yet. But I guess you will do."

He snapped his fingers and they ignited like a cigarette lighter.

In only a few seconds, Sylar jumped. The flame of his thumb was exhausted.

Sylar smirked.

"Fire and Ice."


"Why are you still scared?" Candice asked.

Taylor raised an eyebrow when she heard her bedroom door creak..

"I am sorry; I'm late," a male voice said.

Taylor hurried from the bed and grabbed a hold of the man's hands. She wanted to hug him but she needed to hold his hands first. She let her fingers dwell just a bit on the left ring finger.

"Mohinder?" She asked. "Any leads? Any word on Peter?"

He shook his head.

"Where's Molly?"

"Asleep."

Mohinder nodded. "Good. She can use the sleep. If she wants to go to the parade."

Taylor nodded.

She was happy. She was thankful, but it been a week since she and Peter made that promise in the park. He kept his promise. Mohinder was here safe.

She was happy, she was thankful.

"Let's get some sleep."

She kissed Mohinder softly on the lips.

"Happy Thanksgiving."


The End

Author's Note: Okay, sorry if this chapter is a bit wild, and I did a time jump. I wanted to get this story ended on Thanksgiving. LOL, cutting it close, eh? There will be a third story of sorts with this trilogy.