My notes: Hey, All! Hope you like the previous chapter. I'm not going to tell you what is all about here. I'm not in the cheer mood and I'm not in the mood at all! Wonder why? If you're HALO fan you'll understand me. We still hope though! Hope... Can Peter would be find in time? Can he save Claire and their child? Read and review people!...

Chapter 36 Piece Of Mind

Petrelli Mansion, NY

They didn't know him. Nobody knew him. He was an empty shell of a long lost hero. Her hero. Peter leaned his head on the wall. He was at the Mansion. He never left. Here, in his room, there was something he needed.

Peter pushed himself from the wall and went straight at the bathroom. He smiled bitterly. His old stuffs were still there. They had left as he had left them. Nathan had not touched anything. Peter looked at his reflection in the mirror. He looked horrible. Messy hair, one-day beard, and sore eyes. He wasn't good. He didn't look good and he didn't felt good.

Peter slipped his hand over his face and looked down at the sink. Was he ready to do that… again? Her face flashed in front of his eyes and he lifted his eyes back at the mirror. He was ready. Peter slipped his hand under the sink and smiled. It was there. They were there. He pulled out one small nylon bag with pills in there. Those were his pills for his depression. He had left them here, just to remind him how wrong the things could turn. They were now…

'I'm sorry Claire…' he whispered at his reflection in the mirror and took the pills. All of them… The whole package…

He left the bathroom and entered in his old room, just to see Heidi, standing there, watching him with fear in her eyes.

'Heidi…' but he barely talked. He barely heard what happened around him, and suddenly, he didn't care.

'Nathan!' her scream sounded like a whisper for him.

Everything started to sink into dust.

Peter saw Nathan entered in the room and suddenly, he felt weak in his knees. Peter felt in his brother's arms. The white dust absorbed his world. He didn't care…

'Peter! Peter!' Nathan slapped his face lightly. Peter turned his half-opened eyes to his brother. 'What are you doing?'

'She deserves someone… better than me.' Peter panted.

'Heidi, call mom! Quickly!' Nathan turned to his wife and she rushed through the door.

'No!' Peter's hands tried to push his brother away, but he was too weak. 'Let me… die… this time!'

'No!' Nathan screamed. 'You won't die like this! I'm not allow that!'

'I… deserve that! It is… all… my fault!' he panted again and this time, Nathan got scared. Peter's face began paler in every second. Then he took his body and put him on the bed.

'No! Peter…' Nathan saw Peter's eyes closed slowly and his body calmed. 'Peter!' he screamed, but nobody answered him.

Petrelli Mansion, NY

Angela couldn't do anything, except to sat and watch helplessly, how Claire fought with the virus. She woke up few times and she asked about the baby. Mohinder had checked and told her that it was still in her. Apparently, the baby was strong, or Claire's organism transferred all of her strength to protect it. However, she was in pain. Maybe exactly for that struggle.

Angela was scared. She finally decided and sent West to take and bring here, Claire's mother. She knew that. She was mother also and now, she didn't even know when her son was. On the top of that, some strange feeling haunted her all night. She threw a look to the windows. It was already morning.

'Claire!' the sound of Sandra's voice brought her back in the reality. She saw Claire's mother rushing into room and kneeling down to her daughter's bed. 'Thank you for bringing me here!' she said and threw one quick look at Angela.

'She needs you.' Angela said and her look dropped at tossing body on the bed. 'As my son needs me…' but she didn't know where was Peter.

'How is she?' Sandra asked with worrying face.

'Her baby is sick.' Angela said, waiting for her reaction.

'Her… baby?' Sandra turned around her head to look at Angela. 'My daughter is pregnant?'

Angela nodded.

'From who?'

'Didn't you look the news?' Angela looked her strangely.

Sandra shook her head.

'No, I don't. Why? What I have to know?'

'Claire is married…' Angela began and saw how Sandra's face changed. '… for my son!'

'What?' her voice sounded little shrill.

'Peter is the father of that baby!'

Before Angela could able to react, they heard Claire's weak voice. She was in delirium.

'Peter… Peter… Where are you... the baby… danger… ' Her head swayed on the pillow.

'Mrs. Petrelli!' West rushed in the room at that moment. Angela looked at him frowning. 'We found Peter!'

'What? Where?' She followed him outside. 'Where is he?'

'Your other son just called! Peter is in the mansion. He never leaved! I'll go get him!' West walked, but Angela grabbed his elbow to stop him.

'You do know that this might be a trap!' she warned the young man.

'I know!' West nodded with serious face. 'But we need him here!'

Angela released him and saw how his figure disappeared into the sky.

'Yes, we need him here…' she whispered.

Petrelli Mansion, NY

West landed in the front terrace. He was careful and his eyes looked around. Suddenly the front door opened and he saw Nathan, dragging his little brother to him. West stepped back with surprise. So, it wasn't a trap. And that picture was the last, he had expected to see.

'Here…' Nathan dragged Peter to West. 'Take him.'

'What happened to him?' West took his body and didn't even blink under his weight.

'He… had taken some pills.' Nathan said, looking worryingly at his brother.

'Peter committed suicide?' West said with wide-open eyes. That was unbelievable.

'I ménage to make him threw out two times… But I guess…' Nathan shrugged. 'You better go!'

West nodded and disappeared in the sky.

Petrelli Mansion, NY

Angela saw them coming. She saw West coming, held her son in his hands. Her heard froze. He had done it again!

'Oh, my God!' Angela slipped her hands on her chest as she watched West landing. 'Is he..?'

She asked West as they walked in the house.

'He gulped bunch of pills…' West said frowning. He never thought that Peter Petrelli was capable of that.

'So, he tried again…' Angela murmured.

'Where do I take him?' West asked.

'Medical room!' Angela tried to contain her voice.

West nodded and carefully put Peter on the bed then left to find Mohinder. Angela sat beside Peter and stared at his pale face. She took the hand of her son and touched his fingers with her lips.

'Why are you doing this Peter? Don't you see how important you are for the world? For the people...?' she whispered, but he didn't move. 'Claire needs you…'

She expected that. His eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes on half. Only Claire was able of that reaction. Angela waited as his eyes focused on her face.

'Claire needs you, Peter!' Angela repeated and saw the pain in his eyes.

'She… doesn't need me. I caused her… only… pain!' he panted.

Angela shook her head.

'She needs your blood to save her and your baby!'

Peter's eyes widened. He liked his lips and tried to stay focus.

'My blood? Why..?'

'Your baby is sick, not her. They need of your blood to survive!' Angela saw the exact moment when the strength came back in him. Not the physical, because the drugs still working. But she saw his need to live.

'I want… to help her!' Peter said and liked his lips again. 'How?'

Mohinder walked in the room and saw that Peter was awake.

'Good!' he nodded and took one syringe. 'Now we have to move quickly! We haven't much time!' he stick the needle in Peter's skin and he flinched. 'We have to see if your blood is pure after the drugs you taken…'

Mohinder acted quickly. He took small amount of Peter's blood and brought back couple of minutes later.

'It's good! You're soon getting better!' he said and sat beside Peter's bed. 'Now I need your blood…'

'Take how much is needed… Just help… Claire.' Peter fought to stay awake and Mohinder thought that this was a good sign. He nodded and stuck the needle again.

'I want to come with you!' Peter said after Mohinder had finished.

Suresh and Angela exchanged looks and Angela bent over him, fixing his bangs.

'You're not that strong, dear… Are you sure that…'

'I want to see her…' Peter said narrowing his eyes and Mohinder nodded. He helped him to Claire's room and the three of them entered inside.

Peter stopped at the door frame and Angela saw him took his breath, before they entered.

Peter had prepared himself for that view. At least he thought that. But when he saw her little body tossed on the bed, his heart stopped.

'Claire…' her name sounded like a whisper in the quiet room. Peter pushed away Angela and Mohinder's hands and began to walk alone. He swayed couple of times, but succeeded to reach her bed. Peter knelt beside her and took her hand. She was hot and burning from the fever.

'Peter…' her voice so weak nailed in his heart.

'I'm here…' he said whispering and saw how Mohinder stuck the needle in her skin.

'It hurts!' she cried the last word. 'The baby… ' her eyes pleaded him to save their baby. He felt so helpless, but tried to smile.

'Sh-hh… Soon you're gonna be okay… soon…' Peter saw only her face. He was blind and deafen about everything around him. He leaned next to her ear and whispered. 'I love you!' when he pulled back, he saw the same words in her eyes. Now they had to wait.