Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes. I do own Calipsa, and a Sharpie. It's quite lovely and the reason I will die of ink poisoning.

Matt pulled Audrey aside. "What are you planning to do?"

Audrey gave him an odd look. "I'm planning on finding these people."

"I meant about Sylar. Gabriel."

Audrey narrowed her eyes. "I don't know. I don't have any evidence against him except your word, he's Claire Bennet's boyfriend, he's immortal, he's very, very powerful, and he's already won a murder trial. It doesn't exactly make a great case." she shrugged. "Not to mention, that if you're right, trying to arrest him could cause more damage then good. It's a different world, Matt. I have to consider things like that now."

Matt began to respond, but was cut off by his phone ringing. "Sorry," he muttered as he answered it with a swift, "Hello?"

"Matt, I can't find Matty." the panicked voice of Janice came through the line.

"What?"

"I cannot find our son, Matt. I came home and the babysitter was unconscious in the kitchen. She's gone to the hospital, but I can't find Matty."

Matt tried very hard not to drop the phone from his frozen fingers. He turned slowly towards where Calipsa, Claire, Gretchen, and Gabriel were huddled. "My son is missing." he said, surprised to find his voice steady.

Calipsa swore quite violently in several different languages, standing up and beginning to pace. "Everyone needs to check on their friends and family, right now." she was beginning to sound her age, her voice laced with exhaustion, pain, and stress.

Gretchen stood with her, a comforting arm around her shoulders. "You need rest. Come on. Its late." she began to guide her towards the door.

Calipsa stopped her. "Gabriel. Make sure everyone checks their loved ones."

Gretchen began pulling Calipsa towards the door as Gabriel assured her he would.

..

"I have a house about a block from here," Calipsa told her girlfriend as they walked outside.

Gretchen chuckled. "You have too many homes."

"Home is where my feet are."

"Fair enough. But you have too many houses. And condos. And apartments." Gretchen smiled softly, then it faded. "What's going to happen if he has my mom?"

The part of Calipsa that was still the girl who had shown up at this woman's dorm room that night not that long ago wanted to tell her the blunt truth. That Sargon did have her mother, and she was going to be dead within the week.

But who Calipsa was now, a handful of weeks later, couldn't say that to the woman in front of her. Somehow, against any likelihood or prediction, Gretchen had done something to her. She had loved so many woman in her life; even a couple men. This was different. She didn't know why. There was nothing especially special about her. She didn't have a power, she wasn't in a position of power, she wasn't born into a life of the craziness that Calipsa had always known.

But maybe that was it. She was a normal person. She was- simple, yet so, very complicated. It was the simplicity that caused the complications. Calipsa, in her wide travels, had never gotten to know anyone 'normal' so well. She had never given them the time of day.

She was unspeakably glad she did this time.

So instead, the woman that she was now, told the beautiful woman holding her hand, "Then we get her back."

..

"Wow. Nice house. Again." Gretchen looked around Cal's house with an approving eye. "More pictures." she grinned, and Calipsa realized that maybe this wasn't the best place to bring her girlfriend.

The home of memories. The place where she kept pictures of past lovers and friends.

They covered most of the dark blue walls, all framed. Some photographs, others paintings from a time before cameras.

Gretchen smiled at Calipsa. You going to tell me where all these are from?"

Calipsa smiled at the lighter haired of the two of them, guiding her over to one wall. "Everything is sorted by year." she pointed to a painting. "This is the oldest."

Gretchen examined the painting. "This would be...?" she asked.

"Me, circa 1497. For some reason a museum ended up putting it in storage. I stole it back when I started this place."

"This is you?" Gretchen pointed to the woman in the painting.

"No. I'm the other one."

Gretchen gave her an odd look. "The man?"

"That would be correct. Bernardino Fernandez de Velasco, Duke of Frias. That was my wife." Calipsa smirked slightly at that.

"Did your wife know you weren't actually male?" Gretchen asked.

"She didn't know anything about my powers. No normal human ever did. It was easier."

"Hmm. So, what was her name? Do you even remember?" Gretchen asked, no longer looking at her.

"Blanca de Herrera, Lady of Pedraza de la Sierra. I don't forget everyone."

"Do you think you'll forget me?" Gretchen asked softly.

Calipsa considered that for a moment. "No," she told her. "No, I don't think I'll ever forget you."

Gretchen bit her lip, looking back at Calipsa, who stepped forward, pulling Gretchen into a gentle kiss. "I was serious when I told you that I've never loved someone as much as I do you."

Gretchen smiled. "I know I don't have as large a reference, but I love you more than anyone I've ever loved too."

The kiss Calipsa pulled her into this time was much less gentle.

..

"I can't get hold of my mom," Gabriel told Claire.

"Damn it. Did you tell Cal?" the blonde responded.

"I called her. Three times. She didn't pick up."

Claire frowned. "Do you think Sargon got to her?"

Gabriel smirked slightly. "I think she's alone with Gretchen."

Claire's frown deepened. "Really? Gretchen's mom is missing, Zach is missing, Matty is missing, Rebecca is missing, and her and Gretch are making out in one of Cal's houses?" she fumed. "Priorities, please!"

Gabriel placed a consoling hand on her shoulder. "Claire. We're going to get them back. All of them."

Claire shook her head. "No. We're not." she looked at him with wide eyes. "This isn't going to turn out well. You know that. We couldn't stop you, no matter how hard we tried. You still killed anyone you wanted, no matter what we did, you would always come back to kill again. This guy is like fifteen Sylar's all put together." she took a shaky breath. "They are all as good as dead."

Ominous.

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