Disclaimer: No clever poems this time. I still don't own, though.

Also, I am recommend the movie Lost and Delirious. Technically, its rated R, and I guess for good reason (lots of swearing and a little bit of nudity, as well as teenage drinking and whatnot), but I just ignored that and now I'm watching it like three times a day. I really really recommend it. Watch it, you hear? Watch it!

Unless your homophobic, which I'm guessing if you're reading this you're not.

"More and more reports are coming in about a group of teenagers and young adults calling themselves Rebel, most involving them helping or saving Specials, but also other members of the public. Well their identities have not been reviled, many-"

Claire turned off the news channel. It was a new one, reporting only on things related to people with abilities. It had worried Noah and the new version of the Company (which was almost the same except less secrets, less memory-erasing, more government funding, and, technically, it was a council. For some reason, probably the same reason the Company was called... the Company, it was mostly called the Council) at first, but the news had been rather fair. An even amount of Specials and Normals been employed probably helped.

So far, no one had outed Molly as one of Rebel. But you could see her in video clips, shot on camera phones and surveillance tapes, holding onto West or running with Micah, sometimes the dirt carrying her.

Matt got a call from her almost everyday, sometimes to let him know she was alright, sometimes to let him know they had a fugitive that they needed him to arrest.

Matt had gotten an apartment after Janice had taken Matty back to LA and he realized he didn't have a home. Peter had insisted that he could stay with them for as long as he wanted, but Matt refused. He also refused Gabriel paying for a nicer place then the one he had gotten.

Caitlin, however, had gladly accepted his offer to pay for a place for her, since she had no money, couldn't get a job since she wasn't exactly in America legally, and she was assumed dead in Ireland.

Claire and Gretchen had basically moved out of their dorm, Claire usually staying with Gabriel, and having him teleport her to the few classes she took.

Gretchen had taken up residence in Peter and Gabriel's living room, where Calipsa still sat, unmoving.

"Still no movement?" Claire asked Gretchen as she entered the room.

Gretchen sighed. "None. What the hell is she doing?"

Claire shrugged. "At least we know she isn't in some sort of immortal coma."

"According to Matt."

"He heard her counting."

Gretchen pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes. "Which doesn't answer the question: What the hell is she doing?"

"Well, that's quite obvious. She's staring at a wall, counting for days on end."

Claire and Gretchen turned at the familiar Irish accent. "Helpful." Gretchen told her.

"Hey, Caitlin. What are you doing here?" Claire greeted her.

Caitlin sat down. "Its depressing to be at my place right now." Claire gave her a questioning look. "Its just me, all alone. And tomorrow is Christmas. Normally, I'd be at my pub with my brother and his friends."

Gretchen nodded. "Normally I'd be at home, decorating trees or something with my family."

"Why aren't you?" Caitlin asked.

Gretchen sighed. "They didn't want me to stay at collage when Specials came out. Especially when they realized that my roommate was the same Claire Bennet who jumped off a Ferris wheel. We got into a fight. I wasn't invited to come home this year."

"She's still not speaking to them." Claire explained further. "Besides, going home for Christmas would mean she would have to stop waiting for Cal to move."

Caitlin looked towards Calipsa, then back at Claire. "You are very strange people." she told her, then went to go find Peter.

"What are you doing for Christmas?" Gretchen asked.

Claire sighed. "I'm staying here. I told my mom and dad that they're welcome to come over here, and I think Lyle's coming. Angela's coming over, and so is Matt. Peter invited Hiro, Ando, and Tracy."

Gretchen raised her eyebrows. "That's a lot."

"Yeah. Lets hope no super powered fights break out."

..

"Hey, dad."

Noah hugged his daughter. "Merry Christmas, Claire-Bear." he looked around.

"Gabriel's helping Rebecca cook." Claire told him.

"I wasn't looking for him." Noah defended himself.

"Sure you weren't." Claire rolled her eyes. Then she narrowed them. "Did you bring a gun?"

Noah shook his head. "No guns for Christmas.

Claire smiled. "Gretchen and Peter are in the living room." she told him, taking his coat.

As she walked away, Noah narrowed his eyes. He went to the living room, where, as Claire had said, Peter and Gretchen were. "Has Claire moved in?" he asked Peter.

Peter looked towards Noah. "Hey, merry Christmas. Has Claire moved in where?"

"Here."

Peter shook his head. "No, Claire hasn't moved in."

"Why is she answering the door and taking coats, then?" Noah pursued the subject.

"Because she's helpful." Peter sighed.

Noah glared, then looked away, scanning the room. "I see Calipsa is still in her statue state?"

"Hasn't spoke. Hasn't moved." Gretchen muttered.

"I wouldn't worry much. She'll come out of it when she comes out of it."

"Helpful."

The doorbell rang. "I'll get it!" Claire's voice called out. Noah looked at Peter, who shrugged.

..

"Cheerleader!"

Claire smiled. "Hey, Hiro. Ando. And..." she looked at the woman with them questioningly.

"This is Kimiko. She is my sister, and Ando's fiancee." Hiro introduced her.

"It's nice to meet you, Kimiko." Claire greeted her. "I can take your coats, and go into the living room."

..

"How's everything going in here?"

Gabriel looked up. "I think it's going fine." he smiled.

"That's good." Claire smiled back at him.

"It's not going fine. Everything is behind. I don't think we have enough food. It's burning!" Rebecca exclaimed.

"It can't be behind and burning at the same time, mom." Gabriel pointed out.

Claire stifled a giggle.

"Well, I don't think we have enough food!"

Gabriel looked around the kitchen. "We probably have enough food to feed the population of a continent."

"I think that's a bit of an exaggeration." Claire said.

Gabriel grinned at her. "Not if I'm talking about Antarctica."

"Gabriel! Stop talking to your girlfriend, help me cook!"

Claire chuckled as the doorbell rang. "I have to go answer the door anyways." she said.

"Hello, Claire." Tracy greeted her when she answered the door.

"Hey, Tracy. Good to see you again." Claire told her. "I can take your co-" she trailed off as she noticed the woman wasn't wearing a coat.

"I don't really get cold." Tracy chuckled.

"Guess not." Claire smiled. "Everyone's in the living room." she said.

"Who is here?" a voice behind Tracy asked.

Claire and Tracy turned to see Angela. "That would be Peter, Caitlin, Noah, Gretchen, Calipsa, Hiro, Ando, Kimiko, and Gabriel and Rebecca are in the kitchen."

"I hope you have enough food." Angela said as she walked to the living room.

Tracy smiled at Claire and followed.

..

Once again, the doorbell rang.

"Hey, Claire." Matt greeted her when she opened the door.

"Hey, Matt," Claire grinned at him. Then she noticed the woman behind him. "Uh, Agent Hanson."

"Call me Audrey." Audrey said. Claire smiled at her.

"I'll take your coats." She said. Audrey went into the living room.

Claire spun on Matt. "What is she doing here?" she hissed.

"I don't know." Matt told her.

"You're a mind reader!"

Matt sighed. "I invited her. Look, she doesn't know anyone. She was going to be in her little apartment eating Chinese food. In the spirit of Christmas, I invited her."

"You are Jewish!"

"Not the point."

Claire shook her head. "No, the point is she will be eating three feet away from the man she's intent on arresting!"

"She doesn't know it's him." Matt reasoned.

Claire opened her mouth to say something else, but the doorbell rang again before she could. Matt shrugged and went to the living room. Claire opened the door.

"Wow, Claire, you look mad."

Claire sighed. "Hey, Lyle. I'm not mad."

"Uh huh." he said.

"Claire. It's so nice to see you again." Sandra hugged her, Mr. Muggels getting squished in between them.

"No Doug?"

"Ah, no. Doug isn't going to be around for a while." Sandra said without any sadness.

"Alright." Claire said, not exactly disappointed. "Everyone's in the living room." She told them, pointing vaguely in the proper direction.

"Uhhh... Claire?"

Claire looked at her brother. "Yes, Lyle?"

"We don't know anyone here."

Claire sighed, putting the Matt and Audrey's jackets in the closet. "Right, introductions." she lead her brother to the living room. "Hey, everyone? This is Lyle, my brother, my Sandra, my mom."

The general collection of people looked up.

"Lyle, Mom, you obviously know Dad. This is Gretchen, my roommate, Peter, my uncle, you've actually met Matt before..."

Matt smiled tightly. "Hey."

Audrey frowned. "When did you meet them?" she asked.

"When he and the amazing radioactive man took my family hostage and shot Claire." Lyle told her.

Audrey raised her eyebrows at Matt.

"It's a long story..." Claire said tiredly. "Lyle, Mom, this is Agent Audrey Hanson."

"Agent?" Lyle asked.

"FBI." Audrey explained.

Claire rubbed her forehead. "That's Hiro, his sister Kimiko, her Fiancee Ando, this is Tracy, that's Caitlin, and that, back there, staring at the wall, not moving, is Calipsa. Gabriel! Rebecca!"

Lyle stared at Calipsa as Gabriel and his mother entered the room. "And this is Rebecca, Gabriel's mom."

Lyle nodded at her, glaring at Gabriel, who ducked his head. Claire elbowed her brother. "Gabe, you, ah... know my mom."

"Gabriel."

Mr. Muggels squirmed out of her arms, falling to the floor and running up to Gabriel. He sniffed him, then started jumping on him. Gabriel picked him up gingerly.

Mr. Muggels stared at his face for a moment, then started licking him.

Peter burst out laughing.

..

"So, whats up with, uh, Calipsa?"

Claire sighed. "No idea. She's an immortal with a bunch of other powers. She's been like this for almost two weeks."

Lyle stared at his sister. "Does everyone here have a power?" he asked.

"No. Gretchen doesn't, mom doesn't, dad doesn't, or Rebecca, or Caitlin, or Kimiko-"

"I get it." Lyle ran a hand through his hair.

"How've you been, Lyle?" Claire asked softly.

"Alright. Things get weird when people find out my name is Bennet. First they ask, like Claire Bennet? Then, are you related to Claire Bennet? Then, seriously? Then Noah Bennet's your father?"

"I'm sorry, Lyle."

"The bodyguard doesn't help."

Claire smirked. "A week after the carnival, you had already had thirteen threats against your life. She doesn't look like a bodyguard, at least."

"Dinners ready!" Rebecca announced.

"And nothing is burned." Gabriel added in, walking towards the living room, telekenetically bringing the food to the table.

Everyone made their way to the table, taking their seats. Except for Calipsa.

"Well, merry Christmas, everyone." Peter said, smiling.

"I don't know why you people still insist on celebrating that mans birthday."

Gretchen jumped at the voice, turning away from the table. "Cal!"

Calipsa grinned. "Sorry about checking out for a while. Sometimes I have to, to make sure I know I'm doing the right thing. Something worth whatever pain it might bring."

"You make any desistions?" Gretchen asked.

Calipsa leaned down to kiss Gretchen. "Yes."

Angela cleared her throat. "Excuse me, Calipsa, Gretchen," she voice was strict and annoyed, but her lips were pulled up in a half smile. "We are trying to have Christmas dinner. Could you either sit or leave?"

Calipsa pulled away, keeping one hand on Gretchen's cheek. "Well, like I said, I don't understand why you celebrate this holiday. He wasn't all that fascinating."

Lyle stared. "Who wasn't?"

"Jesus of Nazareth. The carpenter. I met him once or twice before he died. Nice man. Needed a haircut. Believed himself a deity."

"You... met... Jesus?" Lyle choked out. Audrey was staring too.

"Yes, I just said that. I'm older than him, as far as I know. Passage of time wasn't kept very well back then, after all. But, I don't understand this holiday, and if I am any religion, I am Kemetic. So, merry Christmas to all of you." she turned to Gretchen. "If you're not too tired after this, I'll be at my place." She grinned wanly at her as she teleported away.

Gabriel leaned over to Claire to whisper in her ear. "Happy holidays."

Holy crap. That's long. That's, like, over five pages! Not counting AN's!

Well, I hope it didn't suck too much. I wanted to write something that related the the holidays. I don't know anything about any of the other holidays around this time of year except Yule, and I somehow doubted anyone on Heroes is Wiccan (OH! Actually, on Zach's MySpace, [yes, Zach, the fictional character, has a MySpace] he's listed as Wiccan. But Zach's not in this chapter. I don't know if he's coming back or not), so I went with Christmas.

But, anyways,

Happy Hanukkah!

Happy Kwanzaa!

Happy Yule!

Happy... anything else I haven't wished. I don't know. It's 3am and I got up earlier than I'm used to.

Anyways, because my AN's obviously aren't long enough, I have something else to tell you here.

This chapter is sort of a peace offering. I'm going to be busy, of course, its Christmas eve, which my family celebrates instead of Christmas day, because on Christmas day I go with my dad. Then boxing day is my mom's birthday, then on the 27th me, my dad, and my friend Gen are driving down to Chicago to stay with my Grandmother and visit with my Aunt, Uncle, and little cousin.

Why is my friend coming with me to visit my family, you may ask? Because my grandmother invited her, that's why. Ask my grandmother.

Anyways, I'll be back around the 9th. So, don't expect any updates on any of my fics until then. That means none on here, on my Heroes/NCIS crossover Resistance, and none on Finding Lost Loves and Surviving On the Run, my new fic which resurrects Eden.

Yes, I'm shamelessly advertising my other fics. Read them! Go! Go!

Anyways... All I want for Christmas is a few reviews. I don't give a damn about my front teeth.