Disclaimer: Still no word on whether or not Tim Kring will give me the rights to Heroes in exchange for all my Laughy Taffy. So, as off now, I don't own Heroes.

Has anyone else noticed this is the 29th chapter of this? I'm kinda amazed.

You should cut up my vein
See if you find yourself in my blood stream.
If we should share our lives
You better open my chest with a knife.
See if my heart beats for you.
And if it doesn't than do what you need to do.
You should cut up my brain
So you can reset me make me all tame.
-Blood-Game by Giana Factory

It was times like this that Gabriel wished he had managed to pick up invisibility. Instead, well Cal and Peter could hide from Claire by just disappearing into thin air, he had to actually hide. Which he was, for someone who spent years hiding from the FBI, the Company, and an assortment of other people (abilities or not), really bad at. He was in his room, considering going into the closet, when Claire found him.

"There you are," Claire exclaimed, and Gabriel winced.

Claire hadn't been in the best of moods since she had been told of Zoe's untimely demise. Immediately after, she had been supportive of him and insistent that he hadn't killed her.

But as the news sunk in, it appeared that Claire was rethinking her stance.

"Hi."

Claire frowned. "Hi." she greeted him back.

That was another thing she was doing. When she was talking to him, she acted like he was hiding messages in every word he uttered. A simple 'You going to lunch with your dad today?' seemed to turn into 'Are you and the Company Man getting together to make plans on how to kill me, since I'm Sylar again?'. It was getting tiring.

"Are you alright, Claire?" Gabriel asked.

She sighed, falling back onto his bed. "I'm so tired of this. I can't look at you anymore without wondering if its actually Sylar I'm seeing, or if its a lie when you say you love me, or-"

"Claire."

She swallowed the rest of her words.

"Claire," he repeated, his voice wrapping around it gently. "Never doubt that when I say I love you, I love you." he whispered, slowing sitting next to her and gingerly pulling her into his embrace.

She leaned against him, sighing deeply. "I'm sorry."

"Claire, you don't have anything to be sorry for."

"I'm- just afraid," she began.

"Of Sylar." he finished for her.

She shook her head. "No. Of loosing Gabriel."

..

"So Claire's alright?"

Calipsa smiled. "She's slightly- ah, what would be an appropriate word- manic? But other than that, she's fine."

"That's good." Gretchen nodded. She turned to look at the woman walking hand in hand with her down the darkened street. "Do you really need to look like that?"

The woman looked down at her, smirking, her short light brown hair sticking up in places, her blue eyes crinkling, and her pale skin contrasting powerfully against the kohl she wore around her eyes. The kohl was the only thing this woman had in common with Calipsa. Physically, anyway. Because it was Calipsa.

"When I walk with you in my true form, it looks like you're my babysitter." Calipsa explained simply.

Gretchen smiled at that. "That's true. Who are you, anyway?"

Calipsa laughed. "You mean who is this?" she gestured towards herself. "A woman I met a very long time ago. I was living in Ireland at the time, right around when the Christians came in. I left not long after that. Shifts in power, whether it be from one royal line to another or one religion to another, are very tiring. Anyways, she was quite an interesting woman. A seer, she claimed."

"She could see the future?" Gretchen asked with curiosity.

"I'm guessing she didn't see this." a mans voice rang out from behind them. Gretchen froze, well Calipsa turned around to find a hooded man pointing a gun at them.

"Can I help you?" She asked.

Gretchen turned around now, refreezing as she saw the gun.

"Yeah. You can give me your money. Now." the man demanded.

"Mmm. I'm sorry, but I don't think we can do that." Calipsa told him.

He cocked the gun, and the noise made Gretchen jump.

"Your friend here seems scared, maybe you oughta follow her lead. Give me your money!"

Calipsa narrowed her eyes, glancing over at Gretchen, then she stepped in front off her. "You're right. You are scaring her."

"Yeah, now you see reason. The money?" the hooded man continued.

"I don't like threats directed towards people I care about, unless I am the one threatening them." she spat, taking a step forward.

The man gestured with the gun. "Hey. You stay there!"

Calipsa didn't, and instead shifted back into her own body, still walking towards him.

He was visibly shaking. "You're one of them." he said.

"Yep." Calipsa smiled broadly at him.

A shot went off.

Gretchen screamed, the man swore, and Calipsa stood between them, a hole in her shirt that was now bloody.

She looked down, curious, poked around in the bullet wound, then pulled out the bullet.

The man tried to run, but she simply raised one hand and he froze.

"Now," Calipsa said calmly. "I am very pissed off." She moved her hand slightly and the man went flying into the brick wall beside them.

"Holy shit." the man swore.

"Yes. That sounds accurate." Calipsa agreed. "Now, would you like to apologize to me for blowing a hole in my stomach?"

"I'm sorry." the man spat out. He flew away from the wall, then back into it.

"Now apologize to her."

The man looked down at Calipsa. "What?"

"Say you are sorry for scaring her." Calipsa explained slowly, turning to look at Gretchen.

"I'm sorry for scaring you."

"Its alright." Gretchen said, for lack of anything else to say.

"Good. Now, there's just one question left." Calipsa told the man. "What should I do with you?"

"Let me down?"

Calipsa laughed sharply. "You want to be on the ground with me?"

The male paled. "No, no. I'm good up here."

"Do you know what I would usually do in this situation?" Calipsa asked him. He didn't answer. "I would be holding you much higher, for one. And then I would drop you. Let the fates decide what happens to you."

"P-please. Please don't kill me. I just- I just needed some money."

"Jobs are good for that." Calipsa suggested.

"I can't get a job," the man shook his head.

Calipsa made a noise of annoyance. "I'm going to drop you." she said.

"Wait!" the request came from both the man and Gretchen.

Calipsa turned to Gretchen. "We can find him a job."

"You want to find him a job?" Calipsa asked her.

"It's better than you dropping him!"

Calipsa nodded. "Alright." she moved her hand slowly down, the man coming with it.

As soon as he hit the ground, he lunged for the gun which he had dropped.

Before he could get within three feet of it, it flew into Calipsa's hands, then vanished.

"Holy-"

"Shit, yes, I know." Calipsa finished for him. She turned to Gretchen. "I guess we have to find-" she paused, then turned back to the man. "What's your name?"

"Devon."

"I guess we have to find Devon a job." Calipsa said to Gretchen.

Alright then. When I started writing this, I meant for Devon to die. Actually, I never meant for him to have a name. Instead, Calipsa and Gretchen have adopted a mugger. I don't know why my mind works this way...

Also, what do you think Calipsa and Gretchen are? Galipsa? Cretchen? Gretipsa? Calichen?

Anyone wanna help me out on this?

It's obviously not that important an issue, but still... I'm bored.

My internet is being stupid right now, so I'll post this once it decides to start working properly.