Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes. But I wish I did. Oh, do I wish…

A/N: This is my first shot at a Heroes fanfiction. I'm not too sure about it, but hey. Takes place after the third episode, so if you haven't seen it yet, don't read this. My take on what could've happened.

Painting the Future

His fingers were shaking. He couldn't make them stop, as much as he tried, as much as he willed them to. He needed to shoot up. Badly. But not as much as he needed to have her back.

That had been it. The last straw. The picture of her and…him. Kissing. He didn't know when it was going to happen, but he had to stop it.

Every one of his paintings had come true…

But maybe this one didn't have to.

He knocked on her door roughly. Once. Twice. No answer. He rang the bell.

And then the door cracked open.

"Isaac?"

"Simone..."

"What are you doing here?" I had to see you.

"I…" Didn't she realize that he had to be here? "I had to stop you."

"Stop me?" She cocked an eyebrow, her body language frosty. "From what?" He sighed, placed his hand on the doorframe.

"I painted again last night." She moaned, turned around.

"I don't want to hear about your paintings Isaac!" She nearly yelled, making to slam the door shut. He shoved out his hands, pushing it back open.

"Simone, just listen, okay?" He yelled back, following her inside. She held up her hands, trying to bite back tears. "It was a painting of you!" She let out a deep breath, almost like she'd been holding it.

"What about me, Isaac?" She was talking to him like he was a little boy or something. He sighed.

"You were under a red umbrella…" She froze suddenly, her back to him, her posture rigid. "And you were…kissing…"

"Simone?" a lithe body slid out of the bedroom, dark eyes swiveling back and forth between the pair. "Are you okay?" She cracked an awful rendition of a smile.

"It's okay, Peter." Peter. Isaac's eyes studied him, recognized him immediately. The boy he'd painted flying. The boy he'd painted with her.

He was too late.

"It was him. You were with him." He barely whispered.

"Isaac…" Her voice was cracking and Peter was standing in the bedroom doorway, watching it all unfold. "I couldn't take anymore crazy." Peter averted his eyes; Isaac's flew across the room to him. He was crazy? She had no idea that the person standing in her bedroom was just as crazy.

"Well then, I guess I'll be going." She swiveled around, crossed her arms.

"Bye, Isaac." He shoved his hands in his pocket, strolled down the street with a feeling in his stomach like he'd been punched.

And back in her bedroom Peter was staring at the floor as she sat on the bed beside him, trying not to cry.

"Simone." His voice came in a murmur. "I have to tell you something…"

So tell me what you think. 