I stepped out of the rinky-dink shower the hospital has, getting a towel and drying off. I smiled as I grabbed and put on the pair of clothes Sylar brought me when he came back last night. I grabbed the stupid crutch they gave me and walked out, shaking the water from my hair. I could already feel the top spike forward and the back spike downward. It was so weird that is did that naturally, but it looked cool as hell.

"You shouldn't be walking." I rolled my eyes, not bothering to turn to the door knowing Sylar was there, probably leaning against it arms crossed and giving me one of his looks. "I'm fine." I said, sitting on the bed, wincing some. "Your going to rip the stitches if you aren't careful." He came around and sat in the chair by the bed as I laid back, the bed being in a sitting up position.

He scooted the chair in as much as he could, then reached through the railing and grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers together, closing his eyes and exhaling. "You still owe me a trip to the beach." I said, making him laugh some as he opened his eyes, a sparkle in them. "And you'll get it." he said, winking. I looked at him, them smiled. "You know, your one of the few people that can actually pull of a flannel button up." He laughed loudly this time. I looked up in thought. "Actually, you can pull off just about anything." I looked at him and smiled. "I want to see what you look like in a turtle neck!"

He grimaced. "I'll try anything but that." I gave him a pout face, making him shake his head. "Ah no! You can't do that!" I kept the face on. "Come on! Why won't you wear a turtle neck?" I asked. He shrugged. "Only gay guys wear them. And I am quite certainly not." he squeezed my hand, making me smile. "I dunno. You look like you could be gay." He just stared at me and I winked. "I wouldn't mind you looking gay." he just rolled his eyes. "I'm not wearing a turtle neck."

"Why?" We both turned as the door opened and Peter walked in, Claire and her dad behind him. I sat up, holding my free hand out and letting it be engulfed in a black flame. They stood back, looking at me as I glared. Once I heard Sylar Chuckle, I looked his way, see him stand and touch my arm, making me turn the fire off. "It's ok. We're cool." He whispered, kissing my forehead and standing up straight and looked at them. "Though I must ask why you all are here. I know we aren't on good enough terms for you to visit."

I looked from Sylar to the three, confused. Claire looked a bit agitated whilst Peter and Noah looked content. "We have our reasons." Noah said, looking at me. My brows came together, still confused. "How you doing?" Peter asked, stepping up to me. "Uhhh… Better?" I asked, making Sylar chuckle some. "Peter helped me save you, and I helped them out with Emma and Samuel." He said, nodding with a smile to Peter. "Yeah. And after seeing that place you were stuck in, I thought it would be nice for you to have some company." I looked at them, tilting my head. "So, wait…. We're all chill now? No strings?" Peter smiled some.

"Well, after everything that happened, we think it's best we stick together," Noah said, looking at Sylar. "Plus, matt looked n your head and said you really have changed. I thought it be best to thank the person that did it." He looked at me then, making me smile. "Well, it would be nice to have some friends again. Get's old hanging around this stiff." I said, nodded my head to Sylar.

I got hit lightly upside the head, making me frown. "And he's a bully." They laughed some only to stop when a nurse came in. "Oh, I'm sorry." She muttered. "I was wondering weather you guys believe that special people stuff that's been going around? I'm doing a poll for collage." My eyes narrowed, and I noticed how everyone became tense, mostly Claire. "Not a chance." Noah said. Everyone nodded and the girl nodded, writing something down and leaving. Once gone I looked at Sylar. "what's going on Gabriel?" His jaw clenched. "That's another reason why we came." Peter said.

"Let's talk outside." Sylar said, but Peter shook his head. "Both of you need to hear this." Noah said. "That organization you were stuck in, DOT, they seem to be taking advantage of Claire's little stunt." I tilted my head confused. "You haven't told her?" Noah asked, a small smile on his face. Sylar took a step to the bed, standing up straight and strong, a sign that he wasn't going to back down nor explain his self. "She's been kinda in surgery. I'd rather not upset her." He growled, putting his hands on the railing. "I think it'll upset her more if it is just sprung on her." Noah said, almost enjoying tormenting Sylar. He just sighed and shot his hand to the side, the TV turning on.

It clicked through a ton of channels before settling on the news. I watched as Claire climbed up the ferries wheel and jumped. I read the headlining that scrolled in a little red bar.

'Girl tells of people with powers, people become outraged, wide epidemic, (specials) not allowed signs being made'

My mouth went wide. "You have got to be fucking me." I muttered, almost unblinking. "Not yet." Sylar muttered so I could only hear him, making me hit his stomach. "Yes. It would seem all that we worked for was useless. People are flipping out, their scared. And DOT isn't helping either, though now they have claimed the right to be called 'Controlling of Specials'." I gulped some as they kept playing the footage of Claire over and over again. "COS?" I asked absently. "It would seem so." My brows came together. "What are they doing?" I asked, making Noah nod to Sylar. His jaw clenched and he shot his arm out again, the channels flipped at light speed, finally stopping at some world broadcast.

"We're here in New York in some sort of Special's meeting. A Organization called 'DOT' has called all normal's and have some sort of press-conference."

Some news caster said, then the camera panned out to show the mass of people at time square, two familiar people on a stage.

"People with powers aren't all bad, but there are some that are! I've worked my whole life to keeping the most dangerous kind locked up. And now that the world knows of them, I have come for a proposition!"

My father said, his blue eyes glinting and grey hair covering his forehead, making him look like a real asshole.

"Let me and my company control these Specials! We'll be able to take them from this world as so you all can live in peace! Let us became your hope and pride! We will rid you of these freaks as so you can live in peace! " The crowed cheered as I saw Atticus pick his head up with a wicked smile on his face.

The TV exploded from the inside as I threw some of my dragon fire at it, outraged. "That asshole! I knew I should have killed him when I had the chance!" I growled, making everyone look at me. I sighed, then winced, holding onto my side. "I don't think I was ready for that move yet." I said, having Sylar push me back onto the bed. "Relax Mi'Amour." He whispered, kissing my forehead again, then standing up straight and glaring. "I understand that your pissed and all, but you act as if it's personal." Peter said, making me laugh. "That man up there, the asshole talking. The one that captured me, put me in that hell and erased my memory. The one that did this to me!" I said, pointing to my stitches in my side. "He's my adoptive father." they all stared at me with wide eyes whilst Sylar put a hand on my shoulder.

All of a sudden the door banged open, cops coming in. "That's her!" The nurse from before said, pointing at me. My eyes went wide as the others were held at gun point. "Under order of COS, Katharine Grace, you are under arrest." As he took a step forward, the ground shook, and the guy holding a gun to Sylar fell back and smacked his head onto the wall. Sylar then threw his hands out, throwing the rest of the cops out the window. "That's our cue!" He said, picking me up bridal style as we all ran out.

We were able to get out without trouble, and got into Noah's car, racing off. Claire and Noah sat in the front, peter in the middle and me and Sylar in the back, me laying down and him holding onto the ripped stitched wound that was now bleeding. "Fuck it!" I growled, moving his hand and lifting my shirt up some. "What are you doing?" Peter asked as he turned to see. I lifted my finger, lighting the end with dragon fire and then began to seam up the wound, the flesh sticking together.

I gasped, letting out the painful breath I was holding, and fell into Sylar, breathing hard. "Fuck that hurt." I hissed. "What is that stuff? What does it do?" Peter asked. As Sylar moved his arm so I was now cradled into his chest, him rubbing my own arm with his head on mine. "It's called Dragon Fire. Since my icon is a black dragon, I get a black flame." I saw his look of surprise and smiled, remembering they knew nothing of transformers. "What the black fire does is it burns things from the inside instead of the outside. Also hotter then normal fire, able to burn through steal and diamond." I sighed some, wincing as my side burned horribly. "Then why did you use it on yourself?" Claire asked, speaking for the first time. "Because it's either that or bleed all over this car. Besides, I hate being handicap. Pisses me off." I muttered, putting my brows together whilst Peter and Sylar smiled.

"Where am I dropping you two off?" Noah asked, stopping the car and looking back. "Any apartment will do." Sylar said, making Noah nod and the car went off again. "We can't afford a hotel." I whispered looking up at him. He smiled down at me and picked up a pencil that was in a cup holder. He put it in front of me and I watched as it turned to gold. "We can afford anything we want." I blinked some, grabbing the pencil and feeling it's heavy weight. "Hm. Maybe I'll keep you around after all."