Revelations by SLynn
Summary: In the end is the beginning. Sequel to 'Resurrection'.
Spoilers: AU after 'Fallout'
Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I'm just borrowing and will return them all when I'm done, virtually untouched.

Chapter 14: Feint

"What do you think she wants this time?" Mohinder asked, both of his elbows on the table as he looked at the clock.

"Who knows," Nathan answered, leaning back in his chair. "I'm sure I don't care. Knowing how sick she is, it could be she just brought us here so that we could watch her kill bunnies or something. Pull the wings off of flies. There's no telling, really."

"That's disgusting," Claire said, not even bothering to lift her head up from where it was tucked into her arms.

They were back in the conference room they'd initially discussed Anthony's writings, just the three of them. They hadn't seen or heard anything about Matt since Jenny had picked him up early that morning.

"Do you think she found something new about the plague?" Mohinder questioned uneasily.

"Again, I don't care," said Nathan. "Besides, you're the only one of us here who'll survive it. Why are you so worried?"

"Oh yes," Mohinder said sarcastically. "I'm certain that if this plague is released, and I still haven't worked out an antidote, that Jenny Yi is just going to let me walk out of here a free man. She might even send me off with a care package. A nice pat on the back and a hearty 'you did your best', right?"

"Someone's grouchy," Nathan said with a smirk.

"Just… just shut up," Mohinder fired back, returning his former clock watching activities.

"Boys, please," Claire sighed, looking at the clock now for herself. "How long have we been in here?"

"At least an hour," Nathan replied, rocking gently in his chair.

"More like two," Mohinder corrected.

"That clock doesn't even work," Nathan bit back, his chair falling into an upright position.

"It's been at least two hours," Mohinder said, refusing to back down.

"It doesn't matter," Claire interjected, growing extremely weary of their behavior and anxious to see Matt again. "Please. Just stop it, alright? We've got enough to deal with without being at each other's throats."

Nathan nodded in conciliation.

"Maybe she's…" Mohinder began to say, unable to stand the silence any longer, before being interrupted by the opening of the door.

They all looked up to see Matt in the doorway. He paused briefly, Jenny right behind him, before storming inside straight towards Nathan.

"You son of a bitch," Matt yelled, dragging Nathan up out of his chair and throwing him against the wall. "You sick son of a bitch! You knew, didn't you? You knew and still… You still…"

"Easy," Jenny called out serenely as she shut the door behind her. "He's still useful, believe it or not."

"Parkman, have you finally cracked?" Nathan asked, doing his best to throw him off. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Matt didn't answer him, only stood there, inches from his face, as he continued to stare him down.

That's when Nathan felt it. Matt wasn't just reading his mind, he was ripping through it. Pulling and searching for some bit of information that Nathan couldn't fathom. Nathan couldn't even think. It was painful and intrusive and Matt showed no signs of stopping.

"Matt!" Claire screamed, the shock wearing off as she got to her feet and tried to intervene. "What are you doing? Stop! Stop it! Matt, please stop!"

"Stay out of it, Claire," Jenny said warningly. "I'm sure Matt will love to have a talk with you next."

"Matt!" Claire continued, ignoring Jenny as she reached up and tried to physically yank Matt away from Nathan; terrified he wasn't in his right mind.

He wouldn't budge.

"Please stop! You're hurting him, Matt!"

Mohinder was on his feet now as well, joining in with Claire's pleas; horrified to see Nathan had actually begun to shake slightly where he stood.

"Matt!" Claire yelled, once more, tugging hard on his arm.

Matt finally responded, but it wasn't in the way she expected him to.

He shoved her.

Claire fell back against the table. Hard. Stunned.

She couldn't speak; she could only stare at him in disbelief.

This couldn't be happening. Something was making him act this way. Someone had to be, and Claire knew who that someone was.

Her face flushed, Claire sat back down in her chair and shut her mouth, unsure what to do next. Frightened at what was happening but unable to do anything to stop it.

The room grew abnormally quiet, broken abruptly by Jenny's laughter.

Matt, his focus still primarily on Nathan, seemed to come back to himself a bit after that. Nathan, able to concentrate again with Matt out of his head, saw it. He could see the subtle shift behind the other man's eyes that, to him, indicated something was very off indeed.

Nathan reached up and wiped a sleeve across his now bloodied nose.

Matt's gaze hardened again as he met Nathan's eyes, stepping out of his way.

"Well?" Jenny asked, taking her accustomed seat at the head of the table.

"He doesn't know," Matt answered, moving to take the seat at her right-hand side.

"Hey," Nathan said as he wobbled slightly on the way back to his chair, "if you wanted to ask me something, there are better ways, Parkman."

Matt didn't answer, but Jenny obviously found it all very amusing.

"I think we should tell them," Jenny said, addressing Matt. "Don't you? It seems cruel not to let them in on it."

"Yes," said Nathan dryly, answering for him. "I'd love to know."

"Matt," Mohinder said, unable to help himself. "What's wrong with you? What has she…"

"Don't," Matt replied tersely. "Don't talk to me, Mohinder."

"Matt, look what she's making you do," he continued to try, despite the glare he was receiving in return. "Look how she's making you act. She's full of lies, Matt."

"Lies?" Matt fired back, but with half the venom his voice had previously held. "You want to talk to me about lies?"

Mohinder didn't know how to respond. He had no idea what Matt was even talking about. Instead of speaking, he looked silently to Claire for help.

But Claire didn't know either.

It was Nathan, only Nathan, who had an inkling of what Matt might be referring too. His eyes flicked over to where Jenny sat smugly, a well-worn folder clutched in her hands.

"You call her a liar," Matt continued, getting to his feet and taking the folder from Jenny, "but at least she's upfront about it. At least she's never pretended to be someone she isn't. Not like you, right Mohinder? Pretending to be my friend. Pretending that this never happened."

Matt threw the folder down in front of Mohinder and several photos slid out. Mohinder stared at them, not knowing what to say. Not sure how he could explain any of it or even why he should have to. Nathan looked up at the ceiling, actually feeling guilty about this mess, since it was under his orders that the photos had even been taken. Claire however, was looking right at Matt, amazed and confused.

H was either one hell of a liar or Jenny really had rewired his brain, she couldn't decide which, because Claire knew, she absolutely knew, that Matt had known about Audrey's past relationship with Mohinder. Not only had he known, he'd been understanding; disappointed, but understanding. But never, not even once, had Matt ever said a bad word about Mohinder or Audrey in regard to it all. Never.

So this… this now, was very surprising.

"Matt…" Mohinder stammered, still looking at the photos in shock, "I thought you knew this. I thought…"

"How could I have known this if you never bothered to tell me?"

"But, Matt…" Claire began.

"Don't defend him," Matt said sharply, looking up and giving her a hard stare.

Claire shut her mouth, more confused than ever.

"Let it go already, Parkman," Nathan said, trying to deflect attention away from the other two. "It was ages ago. And, it's not like she was having an affair. She wasn't sleeping with Suresh at the same time she was sleeping with you."

Matt turned back to Nathan and it was obvious. Whatever it was that he was feeling or feigning, it wasn't all entirely made-up. He really did hate Nathan right now and it showed.

"You'd know, wouldn't you?" Matt asked, his voice lower now and more intense. "You're the worst one here. The biggest liar of them all. The one that started this mess but didn't have the balls to finish it, right?"

"Yes, that's right," Nathan returned sarcastically. "Blame me. Fine. Whatever, Parkman. It's old."

"Did you know?" Matt asked one more time.

"About Suresh and Hanson? Of course I knew," Nathan returned, almost laughing. "Who do you think had the pictures taken?"

"Don't get smart, just answer me. Did you know?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Nathan fired back.

"Are you that sick?" Matt continued to question, growing increasingly upset as he spoke. "Would you really keep it to yourself, considering…"

"Considering what?" Nathan returned, growing impatient.

"I found it," said Matt. "Contrary to what you might think, I'm not stupid and I'm not illiterate. And I found it. Your biggest secret. Your real part in this whole thing. The family obligation to have a child for the cause."

"My sons…" Nathan began bitterly, not liking what he was hearing one bit.

"I'm not talking about your sons, Nathan," interrupted Matt harshly. "I'm talking about your daughter!"

Nathan sat back, visibly paling at the words; slowly shaking his head.

Once again, the whole room had gone silent.

"How do you…"

"You did know then?" Matt said, shaking his head and issuing a humorless laugh.

"No," Nathan dismissed, shaking his head. "No. I don't know what you're talking about. I may have had a daughter, but she died years ago. I never even… It's history. It's done."

"She didn't die, Nathan," Matt said coldly. "She can't."

Mohinder watched as Nathan's eyes practically popped out in surprise, catching at once Matt's meaning.

It took Claire a second longer.

"No," she finally said quietly, shaking her head from side to side with a near hysterical giggle. "No, that's not… That can't be true."

"You had a child," Matt continued, ignoring Claire completely, "like an obedient son and then handed her over for the cause. Didn't you, Nathan? Even worse, you hunted her down. For years. Tracked her, stalked her, made her life miserable."

"Stop it," Claire said, getting to her feet as tears began to stream down her face. "This isn't true. It's not. Matt, you're making this up. You're lying. She's making you lie to us."

"I'm not making it up," Matt replied without once looking her way.

"Claire," Nathan said, turning her way and reaching out in some effort to calm her down. "I didn't know. I really… I didn't."

"Don't touch me," Claire snapped.

"Of course he knew," Matt said, almost at the same time. "He knew and he just didn't care. It didn't matter who might get hurt by it, as long as it wasn't him."

"No," Nathan said, trying to defend himself. "It's not like that. It's not like that at all. Claire, I didn't know. If I'd have known…"

"You probably thought it was all really amusing," Matt said, talking loudly over Nathan. "Thought it was a good joke that your daughter and your brother…"

"Shut up!" Claire shrieked, turning in a circle before realizing there was no where to go. No way to escape this conversation that was like some kind of twisted nightmare. "Shut up!"

Matt looked down at his hands, clenched so tightly they were white from the effort.

"Why are you doing this?" Claire continued to scream. "Why? Just, stop it! Stop saying these… these…"

Unable to continue any longer, Claire leaned back into the wall before sliding to the floor in a flood of tears.

"I think that's enough for today," Jenny said calmly, smiling at a job well done. "Come on Matt, I think we can arrange private quarters for you."

"Good," he said quietly, getting to his feet and following Jenny out the door without another word.

He wouldn't look back at any of them. He couldn't.