What does one do when waiting for the algorithm Cisco came up with to locate a meta with amazing mimicking abilities? Go out for drinks, naturally.
A slightly drunk Julian and Caitlyn are having a night out. Julian is going through his phone after a rather off key karaoke session with Caitlyn. Caitlyn notices that Julian is no longer smiling. In fact, he looks sad.
"What's wrong?" Caitlyn asks, concern twisting her face.
Julian looks up, "Oh, nothing. This and that, the usual stuff," His gaze seems to be at some point far off into the distance.
Caitlyn raises her eyebrows, "Julian, you know you can tell me anything. It doesn't have to be right now, but just know that I'm here for you."
Julian chuckles. "It's not that, it's just… if I tell you what I'm thinking, it's going to bring up some painful memories for me."
He looks down at his phone again.
"I had a lover once," he starts, much to Caitlyn's surprise. "But it ended badly, and that was all my fault. You know how I didn't used to like meta's, and you could say my love was a meta human of sorts. But when I found out, the lies, the power, I freaked. Said some things I shouldn't have, never apologized for them. After I ruined our relationship I threw myself into my work, trying to find the Philosopher's Stone. You know the rest." Julian took a long sip of alcohol.
"Wow," Caitlyn takes a moment to collect her thoughts. "It's not too late, you could still fix things," she smiles, "Call. Right now!"
"Right now?" Julian repeats.
"Yes, right now!" Caitlyn answers.
"Are you sure?" Julian asks anxiously.
Caitlyn nods.
Julian sighs and starts tapping his phone, then puts it up to his ear.
He begins shyly, but the more he talks the more confident his words become.
"It's me. I'm sorry. The things I said were bloody awful… I may be a little drunk… No this isn't a prank… " He hangs up.
"So? What happened?" Caitlyn leans forward, curious.
Julian only smiles before a tall man with dark brown hair wearing a bow tie (think Matt Smith, the 12th doctor but not the doctor in this) appears, wraps his arms around Julian and they both disappear. Only a couple of $20 bills remain. Caitlyn goes home, thinking she was just drunk and there was nothing more to it.
The next day a hungover Caitlyn stumbles into Star Labs, to find none other than Peter Petrelli reading as much as he can about the earth that he's on. After Peter notices her dark sunglasses and constant wincing, he chuckles.
"Rough night?" He asks.
"Yeah, I'm pretty hungover," Caitlyn replies, rubbing her forehead.
"Give me your hand," Peter offers while standing up from the computer.
Caitlyn, while confused, does as instructed. As soon as their hands make contact she immediately begins to feel better. She looks up, into his soft brown eyes, a question forming on her lips.
"I can heal people," Peter shrugs, "It's just something that I've picked up."
"You know what would make my day more than you curing my hangover?" Caitlyn smiles.
"What would that be?" Peter asks, worried about the look on Caitlyn's face.
"Just let me run a few tests on you. I promise it won't hurt."
With not much else to do, Peter says sure.