(21) Somewhere In Time

Noah & Jason showed up last in the downstairs lobby & hung around in the background. They went through the first day in a daze, absorbing nothing from the school trip. Both were not only too tired to care, but also too drained from the discoveries made in the night. Noah was constantly on edge as well, his main worry was that anyone from the school might find out about his father's dark history. The only thing that kept him remotely calm was feeling that extra ring he now wore, an engagement ring. Noah wished they could just lie around in bed all day & sleep it all off.

There was one highlight of the day: seeing Ground Zero at last, but even that had been darkened by the truth of his situation: Noah was the son of a murderer.

Both were glad when it was time to return to the hotel in the late afternoon. They barely took anything during the meal offered & were able to escape early. Neither remembered getting into bed. They had literally fallen asleep.

Something or someone started shaking Noah awake. He opened his eyes & noticed that it was dark outside. Blearily glancing around, he saw Peter looking at him.

"Should I come back later?" Peter asked, slightly amused.

Noah shoved Jason to wake him up. "We're good. Long boring day. School trips. Gotta love them." He slowly forced himself to sit up. He noticed Peter was still gazing at him, almost wistfully. "What?"

"I just can't believe you're here," Peter replied softly. "It's still not completely right. It seemed that in the timeline I first saw you, Gabriel & I were friends & I was part of your life. I've missed so much of it. Oh well. Doesn't matter. The important thing is that you're safe."

"Is he though?" Jason interjected. "We don't know you."

"I know & I have nothing to prove my intentions either," Peter replied. "Ultimately, it's up to Noah. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I want to meet her," Noah answered. "But if she is trying to kill you, maybe you shouldn't come?"

"Hasn't she been trying to kill you for years?" Jason asked. "You'd think she'd give up on it."

"Yes & no," Peter said. "Don't forget I'm dealing with more than one timeline. When this first started, before I got this scar, my scarred self came from the future & showed me some things. That's when I first saw Noah. That's also the first time she killed me. Claire managed to kill my future self by striking my weak spot & holding me down. I saw that so I knew to avoid it when I lived through the time & caught up. Timelines are very fickle. Hard to work with but since I can shift through time & she can't, I can see her coming. It's exhausting trying to stay on top of it but it keeps me & Noah here alive. Technically, she's killed me forty seven times by now but she'll never know because somewhere, I'm watching. It will only end when she gives up. We are both immortal if you don't touch our spots. I'm hoping she'll get bored soon. I'm looking for that perfect timeline. Where Gabriel, Claire & I are all together & are a part of Noah's life. It's out there. I will find it. Claire wasn't always like this."

"That is what I want," Noah said. "That's why I snuck over here, to find my mother & bring her home."

"What do you mean 'snuck over'?" Peter was instantly suspicious. Jason & Noah both looked rather uncomfortable as they explained how Sylar didn't exactly want Noah in America, especially not New York. Peter had one hand on his face by the time they were done. "I'd like to ask you if you're an idiot," He finally groaned. "But you didn't know the volatile nature of your father before coming here. Don't worry about it. You can't die. I'll come check up on you later."

"You will?" Noah slightly lifted his face. "Will you be alright?"

"I've dealt with your father's nasty temper I dunno how many times," Peter said. "I'll be fine. If not, I'll just nail him. Again."

"EWWWW!" Jason & Noah both turned away in disgust.

"Worked the first time," Peter laughed.

Jason rubbed his eyes with both hands before asking, "What do you need me for?"

"Well, I can shape-shift," Peter switched to Noah first & then Jason. "I'd like to pretend to be you for this night while I'm out with Noah. Claire doesn't know anything about Israel but neither do I. I need to know how to behave as a Jew for a few hours. It's a very clever disguise. She'll never know."

Jason was gaping at Peter who was still shifted into Jason's form. "That is an amazing trick!"

"I got it off Sylar the day he killed Nathan."

Noah's eyes went wide. "My Dad can do this?!"

"He can do many things, Noah," Peter said.

"Yeah, I'm just starting to figure that out."

"By the way, Noah," Peter went on. "Have you thought this through at all? You can't just go up to her calling her Mom. How do you plan to meet her? What to say to her?"

"Just get me close to her," Noah said. "I'll take care of the rest. I'm going to make it look like coincidence that I was in the same area. I won't mention you. But I will eventually have to tell her who my father is."

"I doubt that will do much except set her off," Peter said.

"I expect that," Noah stated. "Worse comes to worse, I can use some of my training on her. She doesn't expect an IDF soldier & all she can do is heal."

"She has a gun," Peter pointed out. "More than one."

Noah sent Peter a look. "I've been in training to be a sniper for a while now & my commander said I'm doing unusually well. Top of my unit!"

"Whoa!" Peter was shocked enough to switch back to himself without even thinking of it. "Okay Noah. You're starting to scare me a little."

"Good," Noah grinned.

"Out of curiosity, how does your father feel about you being in the military?" Peter asked.

"He has mixed feelings," Noah said. "He likes seeing the uniform on me but doesn't like the fact that I could have my power exposed if I'm ever sent to the front line. He calmed down a bit when I said I had an interest in becoming a sniper, though."

"Because you're out of sight," Peter said. "Keeps your ability hidden."

"That's right," Noah said. "How good are you at martial arts?"

"Well, I've done a lot of fighting over the years," Peter began. "I've developed my own skills."

"Ever heard of Krav Maga?" Jason asked.

"No," Peter glanced between the boys who had both started ominously cackling under breath. "Um, should I?"

Jason stood in front of Peter. "Punch me."

"What?"

"In the face," Jason tapped his nose. "Right here."

"I'm not going to punch you!"

"You're right," Jason smiled. "You won't."

"I'm not going to—"

"Just try it, Uncle Peter," Noah dared. "Go on."

"You don't know what I'm capable of," Peter tried.

"You don't know what I'M capable of," Jason taunted. "Or Noah for that matter. If you want to be me, you'll have to learn to behave like I would in a fight. Now, try it."

Peter rolled his eyes before very slowly, aiming a fist towards Jason's face. Jason glared at him as if insulted & it was the last thing Peter saw for the next few moments. Next thing Peter knew, his head was out the window & he was staring down into the busy street. Both his arms hurt like crazy & his back was dislocated.

Jason pulled him in. "I thought you could heal?"

"I can," Peter gasped weakly, walking in a circle. "I can. Just give me a moment."

Noah just laughed at him. "Krav Maga was developed for the Israeli Defence Force. Jason & I have been taking classes for it the past two summers & I'm getting more training in the military. Jason is joining next year. We're prepared for anything."

"Yup," Peter finally felt a most satisfying crack along his spine. "I believe it."

"Ready for round two?" Jason teased. Peter just stared at him. Noah laughed harder & Jason couldn't help but join in.

"Alright, alright," Peter groaned. "You made your point."

"I'd love to see that again," Jason was still snickering.

"You can," Noah held up Jason's phone. "I filmed it all. Now we can watch it over & over & over."

"Noah!" Peter snapped. Noah barely managed a high five with Jason before doubling over once more.

"Ohh man, that was awesome," Noah finally manged to gasp. "You just went right across the room there. I barely had time to open the window before you went through it."

"Did your father take up this Krav Maga thing?" Peter demanded.

"No," Noah said.

"Good," Peter muttered. "I can only imagine what a nightmare that would be if his powers got mixed into it!" He rubbed both his arms before asking Noah, "Ready to go see your mother, then?"

That shut Noah up like nothing else. "I don't really know how to be ready for something like this. Especially since it isn't how I planned this. But I do need to see her." He went to his suitcase & took out a dark blue jacket to cover his IDF shirt he was wearing.

Jason helped Peter put on his spare yarmulke so it wouldn't fall off. He picked up a book but hesitated before slowly handing it over. "I keep this with me at all times. It's the most sacred thing I own, so don't lose it."

Peter took it for a moment. "Torah, right?" He handed it back. "You can keep it. I just need to look the part. Claire doesn't know that much about such history. Besides," he scrolled through his phone. "I can just have an online copy if I need to."

Jason gratefully took his holy book back, relieved to not have to part with it. "There is one more thing then." He glanced at Noah.

"Oh," Peter realized something. "I get you guys are together, right? Do I have to, um, you know, I mean ... act a certain way?"

"You mean flamboyantly like some gay people do?" Noah raised a brow.

"Well," Peter stammered.

"We're not gay," Jason & Noah said at the same time. "Not like that."

"You're not?" Peter was becoming more confused by the moment. "But I thought you're boyfriends."

"We are," Noah said.

"But we prefer Asexuality," Jason said.

"Ohh," Peter finally, amazingly, clued in. "I know all about that. Met a few when I was a nurse. That was literally another lifetime ago."

"You know about it?" Noah asked.

"You meet a lot of different people in the medical world," Peter said. "I do find it strange that you turned out like that though, Noah, considering who your parents are. Pretty sure both Claire & Sylar were rabbits in some previous lives."

"Ugh," Noah groaned. "Can you bloody not?"

"All the more reason for him to get away from that crazy stuff," Jason said to Peter before turning to Noah. "Maybe it's a good thing your mother wasn't around. Unlike me who walked in on my parents more times tha—"

"Shut up, Jason," Noah ordered. "Or I'll end up a murderer like my father."

"Noted!" Jason dropped onto the edge of the bed & held up his hands.

Peter turned away to answer his phone. "Yes, we're ready when you are." He said a moment before hanging up. He moved towards Noah. "A friend of mine has found her. She's heading up to the Bronx & will be at the Pine Restaurant with a friend soon. It's a part of New York City."

"A restaurant? That's brilliant!" Noah exclaimed. "We can use that. Uncle Peter? We're going on a date!"

"What?" Peter yelped.

"Oh it's easy," Noah insisted. "Just act like a very close friend. Don't get too physical. Aces are rarely in the mood for that."

"If you say so," Peter was still awkward when he took up Noah's offered hand.

"Shouldn't you look like Jason now?"

"In a minute," Peter said. "We have to go somewhere else first." They ended up in a large flat where a black man was sitting back on the couch as if expecting them. "He'll let us know when Claire is settled in. He is getting a reservation for us or else we might not be able to get in. It should only take a moment."

The other man stood up, holding his phone in one hand. His eyes drifted from Peter to Noah. "Did he really have a son, Peter?" He looked Noah over. "You look a lot like Sylar. Your Dad saved me, once."

"Saved you?" Noah repeated in slight awe.

"Saved. Spared, perhaps," the man corrected himself. "I'm Micah. Or some know me as Rebel."

"Micah is one of us four that survived Sylar," Peter told Noah. "Claire & I because we're immortal. Micah & Luke because they were children."

"Every serial killer has a code," Micah said. "That was the strangest night of my life."

"I just found out what my Dad did," Noah said before hanging his head. "Sorry. I never knew."

"It isn't all his fault," Micah said. "When our powers first showed up, he had no guidance. Peter, my phone tells me your reservations are ready."

"How did it do that?" Noah asked. "You weren't talking to anyone."

"I was talking to it," Micah replied. "I can speak to machines telepathically. In a sense, my power is just as dangerous as Sylar's. I can shut down the entire world or even launch every single missile with a single thought."

"You're telepathic with machines?" Noah asked incredulously.

"I have to be very careful how I think when touching any machine," Micah nodded. A woman came to stand beside him, putting a hand on his arm. "My wife," Micah patted her hand. "Reminds me every day."

The woman laughed shortly. "Now Micah, it isn't every day." She raised a brow pointedly in Noah's direction. "That him?"

"Apparently so, Molly," Micah said.

"A son of Sylar, hmm?" Molly all but glared at Noah.

"Did my Dad spare you as well?"

"Not a chance," Molly shook her head. "I'm only still alive because I was able to hide from him. Then I had others keep me hidden from him. Had Sylar gotten his hands on me, he would have never let me go & a lot more people would have died."

"Why? I thought Dad's code was to not kill children?"

"So they say," Molly shrugged. "But there are exceptions to every rule. I would have been the exception. I can track any person on the planet just by thinking about them. Do you understand now, why your father wanted my ability?"

Noah thought for a moment before saying slowly, "To ... get more powers?"

"That's right," Molly snarled. "I would have been the crown in his list of abilities & he would have been unstoppable!"

Noah closed his eyes. "I really didn't know," he cried softly.

Peter leaned close to Molly. "Take him to the kitchen & get some water for him please? I need a moment with Micah." Molly glared at him but pulled Noah away. "Micah, can you find anything on Sylar in Israel? Any killings like he used to do?"

Micah took a few moments as he & Peter sat together on the couch to let the machines do the work. "He seems to be doing quite well in a Kabbalah group in Israel," he suddenly smiled. "Rabbi Gray. Who'd have thought that would ever happen?" After another minute, he added, "There is something recently. Some people believe Jerusalem is cursed because Sylar is there. I found a video though it has been removed from a lot of sites for Noah's sake."

"Let's see it," Peter said. Both watched the video of the beheading. "Wow! I wonder who that woman was?"

Micah did a search on her & showed it to Peter. "Ariel seemed to be his right hand in the group. She even rewrote his profile."

Peter looked it over before handing the phone back. "Micah, can you get rid of that video? I agree with Sylar on one thing. Noah shouldn't see it."

Micah nodded & held the phone close for a while. "It's done."

Peter stood up as Noah returned with Molly. "It's time we did this." He shifted to Jason's likeness.

"Who's this?" Micah asked.

"Jason," Peter said. "A Jew from Israel in training to become a Rabbi."

"Ok, that explains what you're wearing," Micah laughed. "I was about to ask."

"Yeah, well," Peter grabbed Noah's hand. "I'd like to get this date over with before someone tries to make me teach Torah. I don't speak a word of Hebrew."

"I'm sure you'll be fine," Noah said the moment Peter transported them both.

Peter brought them close to the restaurant & led the way inside. Both looked around for a moment before Noah poked Peter's arm. "There she is," Noah whispered, slightly pointing in the direction he was looking. Claire's back was towards them & she was talking with another woman who was sitting at the table with her. "There's the table close to her," Noah went on. "I should start calling you Jason now. Remember your name."

"Micah probably reserved it," Peter said. "I haven't been this close to her in a very long time," he added in a low voice as, sure enough, a waiter moved them towards the table that was slightly behind & off to the side from where Claire was.

"Do you think she's here looking for you?"

"No," Peter shook his head, suddenly making a grab for the skullcap that had come slightly loose. "It's been a while since she has been on my trail. Our last biggest confrontation was just before Christmas last year over in California. My trail's gone cold for her ever since. But it will only last so long."

They sat down at the table & were so far unnoticed by her. Noah leaned close. "Just follow my lead. I have this entire thing planned out like a script. I know exactly what to do."

Peter put one hand on Noah's neck to stop him from pulling away. "I know. You get that talent from your father."

Noah looked him over for a moment. "That's even better. I've just changed something."

"That's another thing you get from him," Peter muttered under breath. "He is a quick thinker when he needs to be."

But Noah was no longer whispering. He wanted to make sure Claire could hear him. "I'm starting to figure that out, Jason," Noah began. "After coming here & finding out about my father, there's a lot I get from him." He leaned back in his chair. "I don't like it. Not one bit."

"I know you don't," Peter slowly replied. "But it is what it is."

Noah held up the main menu between them & both pretended to share it. "Just keep talking about my Dad. Eventually, one of us will slip up & say his name."

"That's the plan?" Peter gasped softly.

"Just do it," Noah put the menu down, leaving it open to the main page. The waiter came back so they quickly ordered almost too fast & Peter nearly screwed up but Noah added, "Please be sure to hold the ham though. It's unclean for us Jewish folks."

"No problem, Sir," the waiter said. "I could replace it with another meat?"

"Chicken will do," Noah said. As soon as the waiter left, he shot a short dark glare at Peter who mouthed the word 'sorry' back. Noah snapped the menu back up & hissed under breath. "I thought the whole world knew Jews can't have pigs?"

"I do!" Peter whispered back. "But I'm only a Jew on the outside, remember?"

"Don't screw up again," Noah demanded crossly before putting the menu aside. He took a sip of his drink. "I really don't know what I'm going to do about Dad," he genuinely said. "I still can't believe he is my father."

"Well, you had the DNA tests done more than once," Peter pointed out.

"Yeah," Noah sat back in his seat. "But I still can't believe it." In a slightly louder voice, he finished, "I am the son of Sylar." In his peripheral vision, he noticed Claire had spilled her fork back into her plate & was staring at him in surprise. "What am I going to do with this information, Jason?" Noah finally said, using the appropriate name.

"Take it one day at a time," Peter said.

"I don't know," Noah shrugged, still not looking at Claire who was intently listening to him. "I hope my mother is better. I'd like to meet her," He kept going, ignoring a slightly panicked look in Peter's eyes. "But I don't know what she looks like. Just that she's in New York, somewhere." He fell silent as the waiter put their orders on the table. He took the time to eat a little & after a moment, Peter did the same. But Noah hadn't been very hungry since he had found everything out. "Also her name according to the tests," he continued. Peter choked on a piece of chicken. "Claire Bennet."

"That would be impossible, young man."

Noah pretended to look around for the voice before looking at her. "That's what the DNA tests said."

"You need to do them again."

"Did them five times already."

"Sounds like you're being set up," Claire said. "A son of Sylar? Somehow just magically includes Claire Bennet as your mother? Come on."

"What would you know about my parents?" Noah scoffed, still pretending he didn't know her. "Sorry girl, but you don't look a day over twenty & I'm almost eighteen."

"I'm much older than you think," Claire stood up & came to stand by his table. "Now first of all, Sylar is a name I haven't heard of in years. Do you know what that monster did?"

Noah tried to keep his breath even. "He killed a lot of people."

"Including my father, among others," Claire said. "What would you know about him? You are too young to know him. So what's this really about?"

"I thought I knew him," Noah said. "I just found out yesterday."

"You just found out," Claire echoed. "What would you know? You never met him!"

"That's not true," Noah said. "Gabriel Gray has been raising me on his own my whole life."

"What did you say?"

"He is the one who raised me," Noah repeated. "I just never knew about Sylar apart from a broken watch he always has." Claire gasped, putting both hands over her mouth. "He never mentioned who my mother was. I'm here in New York on a school trip & using that to find her. But I only have one more day. I would really like to meet my mom before I go home."

"Where is your home?" Claire asked.

Noah shared a look with Peter who shook his head. "To be honest, I don't really know any more. I can't go back to my father right now. Not after finding out what he really is. But," Noah reached across the table & grabbed one of Peter's hands. "My partner just proposed to me recently & I'm converting to Judaism soon. I suppose I will be with Jason from now on."

The gesture seemed to soften Claire for a moment. "I prefer girls, myself," she beckoned for the woman she was with to come over & took her hand. "Savona is my girlfriend."

"Oh," Noah smiled, remembering something his father had said about his mother being either lesbian or bisexual. "Nice. Would you like to join us?" He moved over in his seat a bit to make room for them to seat. If looks could kill, the glare Peter shot him would have been enough to get around his Regen.

"Thanks, but we're just about done," Savona said.

"No we're not," Claire disagreed. "We still haven't found out why this boy is claiming to be the son of Claire Bennet & Sylar of all people. Those two would never get together."

"Why not?" Noah asked.

"Because of what he did to her," Claire said. "He ripped open her head just to get her power. She can't die."

"Neither can I," Noah said, again making Claire stare at him. "My Dad heals quickly. It's hard to hurt him. If my mom has that power too, it would explain why I heal so fast. Dad says I don't have a spot. You can knock him out, but you can't do that to me. Having two immortal parents would certainly explain that!"

"I'm Claire Bennet!"

"What?" Noah gasped in shock. Peter was rather impressed with Noah's acting.

"You heard me!" Claire was once more back to her cold self. "Now, I never had children yet. So either you're lying, or whoever did the tests on you is lying. Who'd you get to do the tests?"

Noah slowly stood up. "Ma'am, I don't mean you any harm. As for my Dad, he doesn't know I'm here. Jason & I forged my consent form to the school so I can travel. But my father has forbidden me to come to New York for my whole life. All I want is to meet my mother, especially after yesterday, now that I know why my father wanted to keep me out of this place. Are you really Claire or can you help me find my mother?"

"Just answer the question," Claire glared.

"Shlomo Gordon," Noah said, finally lying. "He is a Rabbi. Jews are very thorough."

"He is clearly playing you," Claire said. "I don't have children."

"Look, I don't know what's going on," Noah said. "I just want my mother. I'm willing to do a DNA test with you. Maybe we can come up with different results."

"We will," Claire said.

"My father is Gabriel Gray," Noah said. "No question there. I've lived my whole life with him, so far. It's mostly my mother I want to know. But I only have one day left before flying home. Can you do it in that time?"

"I can do it in ten minutes," Claire said.

"Alright," Noah glanced down to the table. He grabbed the napkin & handed it to her.

"Last I checked," Claire took the napkin. "Sylar was sent over five thousand years into the future. No one has seen or heard about him since almost twenty years ago. Also, I don't think he is Jewish."

"I can't explain this futuristic thing," Noah shrugged. "But we're atheist. It's my boyfriend who's Jewish & I'm converting soon. Dad is supportive of it."

"I see," Claire's eyes drifted over to Peter to look him over, seeing Jason.

"My full name is Noah Petrelli Bennet Gray," Noah added. "You'll find it anyway when you do the test so that should help get it done faster. Jason & I will be here for a couple of hours. Celebrating our engagement."

Claire put the napkin into her purse. "I wouldn't let you get away. I have people watching out for me & one of them is in this restaurant. I hope for your sake, that you're being lied to about being the son of Sylar." At that, she turned & marched out the doors with Savona close behind her.

"We might have to bust out of here," Peter said.

"No," Noah disagreed. "I can handle her. She doesn't know she is dealing with an IDF soldier."

"It might not be enough," Peter looked around.

"Don't do anything until the last possible moment," Noah warned. "Let me take care of the situation first. What are you looking for?"

"Not what, who," Peter answered.

Noah leaned forward to speak in a lower voice. "Remember, Jason wouldn't know who to look for. We're from Haifa all the way in Israel after all."

"I know," Peter said. "She's going to be very pissed off when she gets her own tests done."

"I wouldn't blame her," Noah said. "But even she stated she doesn't have kids yet. Rape or not, a woman would know when she gives birth."

"Noah, I don't believe that rape theory of yours," Peter said. "We are missing something."

"I hope so. What's this thing about five thousand years?" Noah asked.

"I tossed Sylar into the future," Peter said. "At the time, he didn't have the ability to time travel so I thought he wouldn't come back any time soon. We would have five thousand years of peace while I could come up with something to make things more permanent. But you say you've been in Israel your whole life & you're almost twenty. When were you born?"

"May nineteen, two thousand nine."

Peter sat straight, thinking. "That's about three months before I threw Sylar into the future."

"Are you trying to tell me there were two copies of my Dad?" Noah laughed.

"Yes!" Peter said seriously. "I think I get it now. I bet your Dad is super old & he probably came back with a different Claire from ahead in the timeline."

"Is that even possible?"

"Yes," Peter nodded. "A futuristic Sylar comes back in time with his family & he is probably staying out of sight so as not to disrupt the timeline. Noah! I know why you're not supposed to be here. It has nothing to do with his past life as a murderer. He's probably worried you'll run into his past self or me or the Claire of this timeline. Noah if you're not careful, you could erase yourself!"

"WHAT?!"

"This is the wrong Claire, Noah!" Peter exclaimed. "She's too young! Your mother is probably thousands of years old as is your Dad. Oh my God! What have we done?"

"That's the craziest thing I've ever heard!" Noah replied in amazement. "Dad said he's getting around fifty years old."

"The Sylar of this timeline would be yes, so he probably just went with it," Peter said. "He wouldn't be that stupid as to tell a child how fickle timelines are. He might tell you when you're an adult."

Noah's jaw dropped. "My eighteenth & final birthday!"

"What about it?"

"Rabbi Gatineau, my father-in-law soon," Noah explained. "It was the weirdest conversation I had with him."

"That's probably it," Peter nodded.

"But Claire can't die," Noah said. "Dad told me my mother is dead yet we know my mother is Claire. If what you say is true, how is it possible Dad didn't lie to me about my mom?"

"It is, actually," Peter said.

"How?" Noah demanded. "Claire can't die."

"Under normal usual circumstances, your parents & I won't die," Peter said. "But if you strike our spots & hold us down we could perish, especially by beheading me or Claire. Maybe not your Dad though, since he moved his spot. So I don't know about that any more but if I were Sylar, I'd still duck, just in case."

"Ohh," Noah clued in at last. "Something must have happened to her. An explosion, Dad said. He told me I don't have a spot. I heal too fast."

"I know," Peter said. "If I use your father's power on you, I can see that you are, in a sense, spotless." Someone at the next table tossed their menu aside, got up & walked out, casting a short glance at Noah & Peter as he passed. "Uh oh," Peter murmured. "That was Noah Bennet, Claire's adoptive father."

"My grandfather!" Noah almost got up.

"NO NO!" Peter pushed him back down. "He can be as dangerous as Sylar, depending who he is working for. Mostly he'll go after anyone trying to hurt Claire. He's neutral with me so far. I think he might want to help me but you though, the son of Sylar. You might be in danger."

"But I'm also the son of Claire."

"Not his Claire," Peter reminded him. "Wrong timeline." He sighed heavily. "We kept our voices down for the most part. I wonder if he heard us at all & if so, what?"

"Hopefully the part about the timelines," Noah said. "Maybe he can help sort that out. Here comes Savona." He waited for her to come to their table before asking, "Where's Claire?"

Savona took a long moment to answer. "She did the test several times," she finally said. "It keeps saying she is your mother."

"I knew it!" Noah smiled. "I just want to know her. It's really hard growing up without a mother."

"She wants nothing to do with your father," Savona pointed out.

"I-I get that," Noah replied softly, nearly in tears again. "It's his fault. I don't expect her to get with him."

"No, I mean she doesn't want anything to do with him!" Savona repeated. "She wants to know how your father did it. Did he steal some eggs of hers when he drew out her power from her brain? 'Cause that is the only way he could have done it. If you have half an idea of how mad she is right now!"

"I'm sorry," Noah replied. "I'm so sorry for everything. Please tell her that. I only have one day."

Savona sighed. "Look, I think you might mean well. This whole thing is Sylar's fault, not yours. But I suggest you stay away from her for a long time until she calms down."

Noah wiped away a few tears. "Savona, I can't come back any time soon. I'm here against my father's will. So far, I don't think he knows. I hope not."

"Well, there's nothing I can do about it," Savona stated simply.

Noah turned away, gripping the table as he fought back more tears. Peter took hold of Noah's hand closest to him. Noah glanced at him, then looked around to find Savona who was already walking away. "Wait!" He ran to her. "Take my boyfriend's number. Maybe some day, we can talk."

"I don't think that will work."

"We can try, can't we?" Noah pleaded. "Don't tell her right now. Just wait a bit."

"Fine, whatever," Savona took out her phone.

After Noah gave her Jason's number, he said. "By the way, I think I might know what happened. I've heard about this theory that Sylar was put into the future in August of two thousand nine."

"Yes, that's true," Savona said.

"Well, I was born May nineteen, two thousand nine," Noah said. "I think more than one timeline has happened." He explained. "Maybe try telling her that when she's calmed down. She may not be my mother in this timeline, but somewhere she would be. I'd still like to meet her some day."

"I'm not making any promises," Savona said. "You seem like a good kid. I know we can't pick our parents, but if Sylar is involved in any way, I don't want any part of it, either. You might have to wait a long time."

"I'm immortal," Noah replied. "I've got all of eternity."

"You might need it," Savona turned & left at a last.

As she was leaving, four guards entered. "Noah, we've gotta go NOW!" Peter yanked Noah back using the same force that Sylar had, clapped a hand on his shoulder & teleported out of there the moment two weapons went off. They landed in the hotel room where Jason was anxiously waiting for them. "I didn't think that would even work," Peter said as he finally shifted back to himself. "I thought maybe the Haitian might have been around to block my powers."

"I hope not," Noah said. "That would mean Dad knows I'm here. René is supposed to watch out for Jason & I."

"Let's hope he continues to do so," said Peter. "Now when are you going back to Israel?"

"Tomorrow is the last bit of the field trip & then we fly home first thing the next morning," said Noah.

"Alright, I'll keep Micah on the lookout for anyone trying to get near you," Peter began. "Don't leave your group again. Claire can do a lot in a day! I'll be keeping an eye on you as well but you won't see me as I'll be shape-shifting."

"What about Uncle Luke?"

"He should be fine so long as he stays away," Peter said. "He brought Natalia home & is still with her, I think."

"Will I ever see him or you again?"

"Mostly that's up to your father," said Peter. "I do intend to check up on you in Israel some time. I'll be careful around him." He put a hand on Noah's shoulder. "We'll work something out some day."

"I just wanted my family together," Noah said. "Now I think I did worse."

"Sometimes our best intentions go wrong," Peter said. "I will see you soon." He gave the spare cap back to Jason. "Don't let him out again!"

"I'll try not to but he is the most stubborn bastard," Jason glared at Noah.

"I believe it," Peter laughed. "THAT one he gets from his father."

Once Peter beamed out, Jason turned to Noah. "Satisfied now?"

"I caught a glimpse of one of my grandfathers!" Noah began. "Peter isn't too sure of his intentions, but I saw him, just for a moment. Noah Bennet!"

"That's nice," Jason wasn't side-tracked. "Now you stay put!"

Noah lay back on the bed. "I really don't know what's going to happen. But I think I know what happened to my mother."

Jason sat down on the edge. "Did you meet her?"

"Sort of," Noah began.

"More than one timeline?" Jason gasped. "That's the strangest one I've heard yet!"

"Yeah, well," Noah pushed himself upwards onto the pillows. "I have to be careful not screw up time any more. Peter knows a lot about that. He'll help me keep it straight."

"I hope so," Jason stretched out beside Noah on the bed. "In spite of everything, I can't wait to get home after all this. I mean, I'm terrified of your father right now & I don't think I can be around him any time soon again, even if he is a different one from here. At some point, he was the same. But I think it's safer for you to be home instead of here. You can just move in with me instead."

"I definitely can't wait for that day," Noah turned to his side, pressing up against Jason. "Maybe it will all work out."

"Maybe," Jason stared at the ceiling for a bit. Both soon fell asleep.