Who's Seen Jezebel?

Part 14: She Was Gone (6 months later)

A little note: Here you go! Everyone wanted me to just continue with this, so I jumped a few months. So here's my Christmas gift to you! Hope ya'll like it!

Jezebel quickly packed the small backpack with what little items she had. The tiny little apartment in Los Angeles was nothing special, but she had enjoyed it while she could. She liked California, having never lived there before, and was reluctant to leave. The text had come in about ten minutes ago. The same one that usually came, from the same person. An individual calling themselves Rebel had texted her with one word. Run. She had been sitting in a small coffee shop a block away from her apartment of only three weeks when she read it, the usual surge of fear filling her as she got up and ran back home to pack. She quickly threw the pack over her shoulder and headed for the door, shoving the key into the mailbox of the landlord before bolting down the street.

It had been six months since she had started running. Six months since Gabriel found her again, six months since she had found out she was different than everyone else, and six months since Gabriel went insane and tried to kill her. Six months since she had found that little spot behind his shoulder and pushed with her mind as a last ditch effort to save herself. He had fallen to the floor like a limp doll and she bolted out the door.

Keeping her eyes peeled, Jezebel ran down the sidewalk towards the bus stop. She arrived just in time to hop on the bus headed down towards San Diego. She quickly paid the driver and turned towards the back to look for a seat. She deflated a bit when she noticed that this bus was standing room only. She sighed and moved to go find something to hold onto.

"Oh, here, honey," a middle-aged woman got up from her spot, offering it to Jezebel. "You need this more than I do." Her face was kind, so Jezebel smiled back and took the seat.

"Thank you so much." She said and eased herself into her seat.

"It's nothing, child." The woman's eyes reminded Jez of her grandmother, and it warmed her heart. "How far along are you?" the woman asked, motioning to Jezebel's enlarged stomach. Jez looked down and lovingly patted her tummy with a smile. Her heart jumped as a tiny foot kicked back against her hand. Soon she would get to meet the little soccer player.

"Six months."

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Sylar had been hunting for six months. He had been to almost every state in the continental U.S. and he still had not found her. He had made the mistake of underestimating the woman back in New York. He had not acted quickly enough. That was a mistake he would not make again. He waited for the bus to pass through the intersection before he walked across the street. He had followed her to Los Angeles this time. A tiny little apartment. He had no idea how she was able to do all of this running, she had to have inside help of some kind. If that little Rebel brat was behind all of this… Sylar shook off the anger and tried to focus. He walked up to the building and opened the front door.

"I don't know!" a woman was saying to another. "She just left I guess. Put the key in my box. The entire place is empty. She didn't leave any trace."

"Maybe she's a criminal," the other whispered as if saying out loud would bring the police upon them. "Maybe she's on the run."

Sylar decided now was as good as any to but in.

"Excuse me, ladies," he asked sweetly. "Is there a woman living here? She has red hair, about as tall as my shoulder, goes by the name Jezebel?"

"Oh her!" the first one said, looking knowingly at the woman beside her. "Yeah she used to live here. Disappeared some time this morning."

"Do you have any idea where she is now?" he asked, hiding his anger at his missing her, yet again.

"Never said a word to me about any other plans." She shrugged. Sylar was about to say thanks and keep moving, but she spoke again. "It's a shame."

"What's a shame?" he questioned, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Her running off. If she is on the run, that poor baby is going to have a hard life to grow up in." Baby?

"What baby?" he asked, his heart skipping beats. The woman looked surprised at his asking.

"Well the one in her womb of course!" she almost laughed at him. "She's about… how many months would you say?" she turned to her friend with this question but Sylar didn't need the woman's answer, he had his own.

"Six months."

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Jezebel jumped as the cell phone in her pocket buzzed to life. She had received the thing in the mail a few months back with a note telling her not to give out the number to anyone. It was signed Rebel. She was both grateful to and scared of this Rebel person. Whoever they were, they knew a whole lot for someone she'd never met. They always knew where she was, and where she should go next, and when. She had nearly screamed when she saw Gabriel in the street as the bus pulled away from the stop. He had gotten too close. She pulled the phone out of her pocket and read the message.

Go to New York. There I will send you a girl named Claire. She will help you. Use the card. Go by train. Go now.

The next bus stop was the near the train station. Jez rang the bell and prepared to get off. Back to New York? Oh goody.

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Sylar nearly stumbled out into the street. He had to leave the questioning glares of the two busybodies behind. She was pregnant? Jezebel was pregnant? Was it his? It had to be. She said it had been a while… hadn't she? He was going to be a father. Gabriel nearly choked on the unspoken words. A father. Was it going to be a girl, or a boy? Why hadn't she told him? Wait, that was obvious. What sort of child would they produce? It would of course be special, like them. Maybe it would be invincible, like Claire. She was the progeny of two people with abilities. The fire girl and… Nathan Petrelli. Sylar smirked at the name of the senator. What a hypocrite. Anyway. The need to him to find Jezebel increased. And he frantically began searching for any sign of her in the streets. He needed to find her now more than ever.

Hokey Dokey.

There you go! As always, feedback is much appreciated. And I hope everyone has a great holiday, whichever one you celebrate!