HEROES Rebirth from the Ashes
Chapter fourteen
At the Bottom of the Sea

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Angela Petrelli made her way across the plane; her steps solid and sure. She swayed to the planes fluctuation like a professional. Her mind was turning. Her mission set. Her determination was resolute. She was going to war. This man Hitler had plagued her family for nine decades; it was time to end this man's reign of terror. She had a brilliant mind. One that could see far into the future, and plan steps that the leaders of nations would over look and think wasteful. But, Angela had learned decades ago when The Company had first assembled, that the devil was in the details, and she was going to become the devil in Hitlers plans. She was going to send into Hitlers well oiled clock, the most three most powerful beings on the planet; two he thought were dead, and one he did not know even existed. Today the tide of power would change. Today Hitler would feel the sting of the Petrelli sword.

Peter and Gabriel were climbing into their wetsuits, as Angela approached. Peter smoothed out the suit over his knees, and adjusted the material over his waist. He stood to meet her and adjusted his air tank straps into a better position and cinched the straps down tight. Gabriel adjusted his own air tank and turned to face Angela, ready for inspection. Tracy and Molly followed close behind Angela stumbling on inexperienced feet, down the side of the large military cargo plane. They did not know what to expect below, however Claire needed to be saved, and Hitler needed to be stopped. Gabriel thought about Claire in the hands of that monster. He thought to himself, "I will rip Hitler's eyes from his skull, and then boil his brains in his head. I'm going to..."

Gabriel was knocked out of his revelry by Peter slapping his tank to let him know the equipment was secured in place and he was ready to go. Gabriel quickly checked Peter's tank and then they joined Angela and the group that was assembling at the rear of the plane. Young Noah, laid a few feet away across two chair cushions snoring deeply with his eyes fluttering as he dreamed. Molly held open a large map of the ocean waters below. She was on her hands and knees looking at the map. In her hand was a large red marker, she had been making a line along the map as she through her powers sensed Claire below in the Submarine. She looked up at Peter and Gabriel and smirked. "You look funny." She giggled as Peter and Gabriel both at the same time assumed the "Creature of the Black Lagoon" walking pose. Angela laughed out loud and quickly covered her mouth with her one free hand. This was not the time she chided herself. Tracy smiled widely through all her worry, it felt good to laugh for just a moment.

"Glad to see you all are still human," Ezra said as he walked up holding the side of the plane to steady his gate "It is good to laugh an feel joy before battle". Molly took her marker and made a big red X on the map. "Clarie has stopped moving. They are no longer in motion. Do you think they can detect us in the air?" Ezra cleared his throat, as the group looked toward him, "If they have the resources and ability to infiltrate the pentagon as you have described, I would say, you might be correct. We need to launch to attack now and not wait any longer." Ezra stood tall as he spoke, taking the military lead he had so naturally maintained for over half his life. He looked at Peter, Tracy, and Gabriel, "You three are the most remarkable persons I have ever had the honor of meeting. God in heaven has blessed you with such incredible abilities and gifts. You are going into battle. You will the avenging angels of this government and thousands that have lost their lives at the hands of this evil power. My the God of our forefathers go before you, and give you the victory over this enemy, and bring you back with great tales of war!"

Angela with a moment of tenderness gave each one a long hug. She then spoke into the handset she held in her hand, "Mic check!" Peter and Gabriel placed their hands to their right ear and nodded their heads, "check!" Tracy nodded as well, "loud and clear!"

"Molly and I will be able to speak to you through the wireless and give you updates if they resume course." Angela instructed. "If there are updates or problems let us know, otherwise keep a open channel. They may be able to pickup our communications."

Ezra spoke up, "The plane will circle overhead. As soon as Angela gives the signal my two destroyers will be here in under 15 minutes."

Peter looked at Gabriel with a smile through his mouth piece, "Let's go save the Cheerleader, again!"

Gabriel and Peter stood strong as Ezra pressed the release button for the loading ramp to lower at the rear of the plane. Gabriel looked out into the open sky and waters below, and flexed his fingers. The wind from outside rushed in and wiped around him and the others. He thought of Claire down there in the hands of the murderous mad man. He leaned forward ready to jump. There was only room enough for one psycho-pathic-murderous madman in Claire's life, and that was his job!

Tracy squatted on the floor while the rear of the plane began to open. Tracy laced her fingers through the metal grate flooring and held on tight. "I hate heights!" Tracy yelled out as the wind blew into the plane. Peter reach up with one hand and pulled his hair out of his face. "Me too!" he yelled back, as he remembered when his brother Nathan grabbed him and flew him far into the night sky over New York City. He remembered his powers exploding out of him and the energy released blew a super nova into the sky for several miles. Peter would never forget that listless drop from the night sky and the impact into the harbor below.

Ezra and Angela stood to the side of the rear loading ramp holding onto straps mounted to the hull of the ship. "Good Hunting!" Ezra yelled out above the wind and the roar of the planes four engines. "Bring back my Grand-daughter!" Angela called out as the three avenging Angels leapt out of the plane diving towards the ocean miles below.

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Noah Bennet watched as the Torpedo tube cleared of ocean water and confirmed that Claire was gone. She was no longer on the ship. He felt his heart break as his resolved in his mind that he most likely just killed his daughter to save the entire world. He had fleeting visions of his daughter lying crushed and silent on the ocean floor. She would be able to be revived, but only if he could escape this submarine and get to her before the scavengerous creatures at the bottom of the sea eat her to far gone. Every parental fiber in him screamed out to save his daughter from the miles of crushing ocean above her, but he was not able to help her. He could only pray for a miracle.

He heard footsteps running through the engine room, toward his location. They had heard the torpedo tube launch. They knew someone was in the room. Noah flattened himself against the hull next to the hatch, he had to escape. His daughters life depended on it. Would he get to Claire in time? Would they survive this adventure? Would he get the honor of killing Hitler? Questions and doubt bombarded his mind. He was a man accustomed to fast action and thought. He never let doubt or second guessing interfere with his responsibilities. Once he had decided a course of action, he stayed with it. He would be a tick on the hind-end of a dog, until situations required flexibility or readjustment of his strategy. He would not fail today!

He held himself still as a submarine sailor jumped through the hatch running towards the torpedo launch controls. The man was focused on the controls as the ships alarms continued to resound. The red flashing emergency strobe-lights made his white and blue sailor uniform look gray, and the mans face dark with concern. Noah waited to see if there was more were coming. Only one man at the moment, but he could hear several pairs of feet pounding the metal floor panels of the deck, announcing others were on their way. He had only seconds, Noah jutted out from behind the service and control panel, lifted his gun and struck the man over the back of the head with the grip of his weapon. The sailor crumbled into his arms with a groan, and Noah drug him behind the torpedo tubes into a dark corner of the room. Quickly he ripped off his own uniform top and jacket and exchanged it with the unconscious sailors clothes. The dark corner was cramped and Noah had to get on his knees to put on the sailors uniform. He could see several sailors lining the passageway beyond the hatch all at attention. Something was going on! The sailor beneath him began to stir. The man groaned as he lifted a hand and tried to feel his head for a bump or gash.

Noah Bennet instantly grabbed the mans head in his hands and with sudden force and a swift turn of practiced experience, snapped the man's neck: and gently placed his head back down on the panel floor. He could not risk being caught, as in walked Hitler and a detail of soldiers.

Noah ducked out silently from behind the torpedo tubes and crouched behind the control panels. The hatch stood open with a dozen sailors all standing at attention. Hitler stepped back through the hatch and down the passageway glaring at each sailor deep into the eyes. Hitler began yelling at the sailors, his anger and fury was unabated. He stopped his triad and stood in front a single man; the venom that flooded out of Hitler's mouth told Noah all he needed to know. Hitler's prize had escaped. She was somewhere on this ship. Noah listened, his German was rusty, but he could pickup that Hitler was coming to inspect the torpedo room; it was the last room on the Submarine to be searched. Claire must be found. Hitler's anger reached its peak as he drew his fire arm and shot the man in charge of the engine room dead between the eyes.

Noah slipped from behind the control panels and into the group as the sound firearm followed by and the thud of the sailor hitting the floor panels, distracted the soldiers and sailors for a brief second. He needed to get off this boat.

"Search this deck, I want the girl!" Hitler was furious, "Check every corner, every locker, everywhere. She must be in this room!" How could they loose a little girl on a submarine! She couldn't get far! Hitler's temper was at the boiling point. He so desperately wanted to kill everyone one in the room. He turned and glared once more at the men before him. Then the last man in line, near the hatch caught his eye. He was tall, older, covered in grime and grease. The glasses showed knowledge and experience. His face one of confidence and assurance. The very presence of the man made Hitler boil over. He stormed over to the man and grabbed him around the collar. With incredible strength that defied his age he lifted the bigger man to his toes and glared into the man's eyes. "You!"

Noah felt the breath of Hitler on his face. He was only inches from the man. He could reach out and kill his nemesis with his bare hands. He tried to grab for his gun, tucked into his waistline; but with Hitler lifting him to his toes: the weapon slipped below the waist and into his shorts. Hitler slapped Noah across the face with the back of his leather gloved hand. With one blow Noah almost lost consciousness. The power in the man's hands was staggering. "Where is the girl?" Hitler demanded. "Have you checked the torpedo room thoroughly!" Noah blinked in stunned silence. "Answer me!" Hitler exploded in anger, as he smashed Noah to the ground with another back hand blow.

As Noah hit the floor, his gun slipped out of his pants and skidded across the floor. Hitler stopped the gun with his boot and glared at the man before him. He had never had a sailor or soldier stand up to him like this before. What was this man's name. He was the lieutenant in charge of the torpedo room, at least that was the uniform he was wearing. He needed to review his personnel roster more thoroughly. "You are the ranking officer of the torpedo room are you not?" Hitler demanded as to soldiers lifted Noah back to his feet. Hitler stooped down and picked up Noah's gun.

"Proximity alert, Proximity Alert!" A voice announced through the PA system. Hitler turned and flipped a switch near a speaker mounted to the wall. "Report!" Hitler commanded. "An American Military Plane is circling over head, and long range scanners are picking up three American battle ships closing in on our location, and will be close enough to detect us in 15 minutes."

Hitler lifted a handset off the cradle next to the speaker, and with his voice resounding through-out the ship gave his command for everyone to jump into action, "All hands to battle stations, all hands to battle stations. This is not a drill!" Hitler hung up the receiver of the communications device, and glared once more at Noah and the rest of the sailors. "We will have to resume this later." Hitler, his face red in rage, but the muscles of his face calm and in control. He was a picture of perfect irony. Hitler grabbed Noah's arm and thrust him toward the torpedo launch controls, "Launch the anti-aircraft missile."

Noah stumble for a step and then stood tall and slapped his heels together in a sharp salute as to sailors rushed past him and into the torpedo room. They loaded a missile from the storage rack into each launch tube, primed the tubes, adjusted the tracking controls, lifted the launch button protection glass and turned to saluted him, "Loaded and ready for launch Sir!" They saluted Noah Bennett.

Noah looked to Hitler, and then at the firing button. Hitler yelled out "FIRE!" Noah hesitated; that plane would mean someone from the group was overhead. They would find Claire. They would save his daughter. He might not live, but she would! Noah took a step forward as he attempted to charge at Hitler. He would need to stop them. He would need to protect those above with his very life if he had to. Hitler did not move, he lifted Noah's gun and pressed the barrel hard against Noah's forehead and pulled back the hammer, as glimmer of recognition flashed through his eyes, "FIRE!"

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Peter and Gabriel flew to towards the ocean waves below at supersonic speed. Tracy held on to the two men suspended in mid-air, the wind and ocean spray making her long blond hair whip about her face with a vengeance. They all prepare themselves to hit the ocean surface at a speed exceeding a 100 miles an hour. The plane they left slowly circled far above them in a lazy arc. The thunder of its engines lost in the roar of the ocean below. Peter looked back over his shoulder as something in his soul signaled alert. Something was wrong. His centuries learned wisdom and intuition shouted out from his soul, something was about to go really wrong. Below them was the exact coordinates that Molly circled on the map. The place that Claire stopped moving. The location of the submarine settled on the floor of the ocean. They either suspected they were being followed, and were hiding in the depths of the sea. Or they had their prize and Claire was in more danger than he could fathom.

Suddenly like a whale cresting waves and spraying its breath high into the salt wind, he saw off to the south about a mile away a missile break the surface and launch itself into the sky. The missile lifted straight into the sky and adjusted its angle of assent, heading directly towards the plane above. With the military plane in its slow turn there was no way it could change course and escape the pending destruction. Peter turned to Gabriel and pointed toward the plane. Tracy grabbed Gabriel around the waist yelling to Peter over the wind and sea mist. "GO! We've got this!" Gabriel nodded to Peter and lifted a single thumb. He then re-focused his attentions and dove with increased speed toward the surface to the ocean.

Peter came to a halt in mid air as Gabriel and Tracy continued their decent, just as a second missile broke the surface and headed towards the plane. Peter took a second glance and calculated the speed of the first missile and then launched himself to intercept. Peter could feel his body shake, he had never flown this fast before. Molly, Mother, Noah were all on that plane, and he had to beat that missile to save them. He thrust out his hands and arms before his face and roared in anger as he pushed his body even harder. With a tremendous boom Peter broke the sound barrier and accelerated. He had to beat that missile.

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Gabriel Gray focused his full attention on the ocean waters below, he must save Claire: his very purpose of being depended on her being safe. He needed to hurt those that took her, rip their hearts out, or boil their brains in their heads! Maybe he should make their eyes explode and then leave them blind until he killed them? Gabriel smiled as he relished the near future. Mentally Gabriel prepared himself to hit the surface of the ocean. It would feel like hitting a brick wall at 100 miles an hour. He reached out with his mind and with a grunt of power that rocked his very body, he split the ocean before them and a small hole in the water opened straight below them. His fury fueled his powers as they continued their free fall into the tunnel, giving little notice to Tracy still clinging to his back. Then he released his hold on the waters and the hole closed upon them sealing them into the ocean and waves.

The waters swirled around them as they fell further into the ocean depths. Gabriel was able to maintain a bubble of air around them and allowed them to continue to fly a sonic speed through the depths of the ocean. Tracy reached around Gabriel and turned on a lights set strapped to his gear, as well as her own. Water rushed by them, ocean creatures swam around them; but still no submarine! Gabriel was getting tired. Holding open the gap against the millions of gallons of ocean water, began to take its toll on Gabriel. His face was haggard and worn. His breath was coming in gasps , even aided by the divers air tank. He held one hand out before them as they fell to continue to push the water aside. Blood was now flowing from his nose as he desperately tried to hold the gap open. They must find the Submarine! Did the plane survive? Is Molly and the Baby safe? Gabriel was afraid that his little micro family of Claire and the Boy might be falling apart. Was the boy still alive? This was the exact spot that Molly had said, where were they?

As Tracy held onto Gabriel she could feel his efforts fading. She could see the gap getting smaller and tighter as they descended under the incredible pressure of the ocean. She saw that Gabriel was close to slipping into unconsciousness, and if he did the gap would collapse. The water pressure would do nothing to her, but the sudden slamming shut of the gap upon Gabriel would break every bone in his body. The pressure and sudden impact would flatten him like a pancake. Tracy shimmered and transitioned into her liquid form. She rolled off of Gabriel's back and into the ocean water beside them. In her water form she could see that the submarine was miles away now. They were not heading towards the boat. She could feel the ocean floor coming towards them fast. She could see Gabriel's light form his gear through the shimmers of the ocean water. He was focused so intently on the decent and keeping the gap open he had forgotten the ocean floor.

Tracy raced back to Gabriel and made it back to him just as he stopped and dropped his feet softly into the dust of the ocean crust. His light flashed back and forth. There had to be something here. Then the light picked up a small human figure lying on the bottom of the ocean. Gabriel dropped to his knees, the weight of he ocean above him crushing him to the ground. He grabbed the limp form into his lap. Tracy shimmered through the wall of water and lifted a strand of wet hair away from the cold dead face of Claire Bennett.

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Peter could feel moisture on his face. His eyes were frozen open. He could not turn his head without throwing his whole body out of alignment with the plane. He reached up with his hand and drew back blood from his face. He had to go faster! Peter reached inside and drew on all his power: his electricity, his healing, his hearing, his sight, his shape shifting, and many others and channeled them into one effort of speed, he heard the sound barrier break a second time.

Peter was now next to the first missile. He could feel the heat from the exhaust burning on his out stretched hands. They were only a few yards away from the plane. With incredible effort he reached out with his mind and pulled himself to the missile. Hand over hand he made his way to the nose-cone. He placed his hand on the tip of the missile and with a bust of electricity shorted out the guidance system. He then grabbed the tail fin and came to a sudden stop in mid-air. The missile ripped in half, separating the rocket engine from the explosive nose. The two pieces fell towards the ocean disabled.

Peter swung around and looked fro the second missile. Where did it go? He spotted it only a few feet from the plane. He could see Molly and his mother watching helplessly from the window ports on the side of the plane. Peter dug deep and with all the life force he could summon, he exploded forward toward the second missile. Peter reached out his hand and grabbed the tail end of the missile, the flames of the engine burning away his hair and skin on his arms and face. He pulled himself along the missiles body, and sent a thundering bolt of white electricity into the weapon and was satisfied when the missiles engine shorted out, and the nose dipped and changed course. He pushed with all he had left and the missile fell toward the ocean below. But it was too little and too late. Peter felt his back slam against the planes port side wing. He felt his bones shatter as the wing on the plane cracked in two. The the first of two engines on the wing exploded into a ball of fire and washed over him for a moment.

Peter was broken, he could feel the very skin on his body boil away. The muscle below his skin caught fire and the pain rolled through his brain, as he wailed in pain. Then the second engine exploded.

Peter felt his left leg break apart from his body as his right arm burned into dust. He was alive in the ball of fire the second engine created. His body was ripped apart as he fell toward the waters below. There was little left of him as he escaped the fire explosion and looked below at the falling plane. Peter looked over his body in a strange detachment as if he was in a dream: one leg missing, one arm missing, remaining arm only a stub. His skin was gone, and the muscle exposed was burning, blood was everywhere. Peter then blacked out.

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Angela Petrelli and Molly gripped the safety harnesses of the military transport plane as the plane dropped out of the sky from 30,000 feet. The plane rocked from multiple explosions and filled with smoke. Molly screamed as they were pushed against the hull by the gravity created from the g-forces of the fall and the nose of the plane turned and faced down towards the ocean waters far below. The Plane was falling and spinning out of control.

Another explosion shook the ship as fire erupted from the cockpit. The Pilot and co-pilot yelled out in death as the fire consumed everything in its path. The Plane filled with flame and crept up the hull towards them, burned bright as it progressed. Alarms blared as Angela choose that death by crashing into the ocean below was better than burning to death in a hollow metal tube falling out of the sky. She reached up to the baby pack she wore on her chest and dug her finger nail into the soft skin of the leg of Baby Noah.

Tears flowed from Angela's eyes from the smoke, the heat, and now from the pain she was intentionally inflicting on an innocent child. Noah yelled out in pain, his voice yelling out in alarm, anger, and pain. "I'm sorry little boy, but I have to make you save us." Angela cried into his ear, "but you have to really want it to stop, or we will all die a horrible and painful death." She dug her fingernail in harder, and drew blood.

Matt Parkman Jr., now renamed Noah began to scream. The pitch of his scream curling the toes of Angela and Molly. Ezra was yelling at Angela to stop, as he hung onto the strap beside her. Young Noah struck out with his little hands and started to pound on Angela's shoulders and chest. Make the pain stop! Just then the plane rocked again as the second wing ripped from the plane as the twin engines exploded into balls of fire. Noah twisted his face in fury, his leg felt like fire, his face red with boiling blood, "NO!" he spoke for the first time.

All went silent. The fire extinguished, the alarms stopped, all power in the plane shut down, "Thank God!": the only light came from the windows in the side of the plane, as it spun and fell towards the ocean now only 100's of feet away.

Angela pushed Molly towards the front of the ship, and began to climb along the side of the hull behind her. The only place they possibly could survive the crash would be in the chairs at the front of the plane next to the cockpit door. Angela struggled as Molly reached the chairs first and settled into a chair just as Ezra also made it to the chairs. She watched as they strapped themselves in. She looked through the cockpit door and saw the ocean only feet away as she turned and dropped into a chair. She reached for a strap and clicked in it place as she heard something snap and looked back into the cargo hold section of the plane, as a jeep broke free and flew through the air towards the front of the plane, and them.

Angela covered Noah with her arms. Ezra covered Molly with his body as they attempted to protect themselves from the crushing blow of the jeep. Then everything froze!

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Gabriel grabbed Claire's body and picked her up close to his chest, his body swaying under the effort. He was ready to die, if Claire was dead. She was not damaged. She was not hurt, but she was not breathing. Her skin was pale and bluish. He checked for a pulse and she had none. Gabriel could not hold the gap of air much longer. The gap shrunk and his air tank submerged in the ocean water. Instantly is flattened to the width of a dime. as the air exploded out of the tank in massive bubbles. Gabriel tore off his mask and gear. He had only moments left. His heart was ready to break if Claire was dead.

What should he do? Peter! Peter can help: he has the power to heal. Gabriel drew his legs under himself and tried to stand but could not. His powers expended. He must get to Peter! His energy light on his gear was then swallowed up by the ocean and instantly crushed. They were in complete darkness now.

Tracy Straus reached over to Gabriel and took his face in her hands. He was covered in tears and blood. His eyes were sunken and dark. His body weak and crumbling under the pressure, "let me see her, hold the Gap Gabriel and I will look at Claire." Sylar turned to her voice. He could not see her, but felt her presence close to him. Tracy placed her shimmering hand hand on Claire's mouth. Her eyes could see in the darkness of the deep. As liquid Tracy did not need light to see and could operate in complete darkness. her liquefied fingers reached into Claire's open mouth.

Her liquid hand reached down into her throat and into Claire's lungs. She was full of water. The amount of water in her system was drowning her, and she could not rejuvenate. Tracy pulled the water into her own form and passed it out into the ocean floor. As Tracy removed her watery arm, she could feel Claire's heart take a beat. Tracy gave a laugh of joy, as Claire gasped and coughed, struggling to take a breath. Gabriel struggled to his feet as Claire wrapped her arms around his neck. Tracy grabbed Sylar's shoulders as the Gabriel small gap in the ocean lapped at his legs.

Garbiel's head came up when he heard Claire cough. His mind exploded with energy as Claire wrapped her cold arms slowly around his neck. "Gabriel! Save me!" Claire gasped through broken lips, and then she fainted into his arms. Tracy watched as Gabriel gathered the last ounces of power he had left. He moaned and groaned in desperation as he waited in the ever shrinking gap. Then with a wail that sliced through the waters above him. He thrust his hand out over his head and opened tunnel from himself the sky far above. He would not fail Claire. His body burned a bright blue light as electricity crackled over his skin. Then he launched himself into the tunnel flying faster and faster with the tunnel collapsing only inches below his feet.

Higher, Higher, faster, faster! He must beat the tunnel. Gabriel could see the sky far above, and he felt the ocean waters hitting his feet. He was not going to make it! He was going to fail! Claire and He would die drown at the bottom of the sea. He felt his heart burning in his chest. His powers exhausted. He had nothing left to give. The sky was too far away.

Claire Bennet tightened her hold on Sylar's neck; her eyes fluttered open as they flew towards safety. "Save me!." She whispered into his ear once more. Her skin just touching his face: her breath causing a tingle to go down his spine. He felt a new energy racing through his veins. He felt power coming from somewhere that he did not think existed. His chest filled with air, and his heart radiated with pure energy, from Claire's gentle touch. He tapped into this new energy and shot faster into the air.

The Tunnel crashed over them as they reached the last few feet with a crash of ocean water and a pound of force. The water settled into a lazy role as the waves resumed their pattern for just a moment before Gabriel and Claire burst from the waters and into the sky above. Gabriel was now on his last inch of effort and began to see blotches covering his vision. His feet and legs numb. He could see the shell of the military plane a few yards away and he dropped to onto the top of the plane with a thud. Claire rolled out of his arms. His vision faded as a tall figure leaned over into his face, and blocked the light. "You're OK Gabriel, you did great!" Gabriel lost consciousness for a moment as he felt Claire's hand take his own and call out his name. They had lost the submarine, but saved Claire. His body rested enjoying the moment of the oceans roll against the plane.

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Tracy Straus burst from the ocean waters and lifted her self out onto the hull of the plane as she solidified and splashed the arm of water suspending her back into the ocean. Gabriel and Claire lay on their backs hand in hand, with Peter looking over them.

She took in the planes damage, her heart began to race, and it hurt inside, "Molly!" she called out in desperation. She ran to a huge hole in the plane's ceiling and looked into the belly of the plane. Angela Petrelli turned at the shadow Tracy made, and revealed Molly in her arms. Noah was strapped to Angela's chest, with a fresh bandage on his leg. Molly had a gash on her cheek and one arm was in a sling. Molly jumped up and down with excitement; her face lighting up like a beautiful star, "Mommy!"

Tracy dropped into the plane and ran to Molly. Angela cradled Baby Noah in her arms as she felt a warm happiness in her soul as she watched the two embrace. Was she ever that happy to see her boys? She was this time! Peter was her hero, and she was learning to feel love for him, that she should have felt when he was Molly's age. Well she could learn and change. After this was all over, she wanted to just rest and be "mom" for awhile.

Peter dropped into the plane and approached her, "Claire is resting; she should be fine in a few hours. Gabriel is hurt, but will recover." General Ezra Abramson took a mobile phone away from his ear and looked at Angela and Peter, "We lost the submarine. I just finished speaking with all my ships in a hundred mile radius and there is nothing on the radar or sonar." He placed a gentle hand on Angela's shoulder, " I'm sorry Angela." Peter reached out and drew his mother into his arms. Baby Noah giggled as he was squeezed between them. "What about Noah, Peter? We have to save him and take down this evil monster." Angela said as she rested her head on his shoulder.

Peter rested his cheek against his mother's disheveled hair, "We have what he wants, soon he will find us again, and we will be ready for him this time."

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