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Over the days Mohinder noticed just how different Sheila was. Her habits were of normal routine, Everyday she would wake up before him, make breakfast, Sing in the kitchen, wait for him to be done eating, do this dishes while he took a shower, get dressed, get the things loaded and the car started, twigit while trying to come up with a topic for conversation; and then just spontainiously rest of the day would be random, totally and utterly different form the morning. She kept this routine except one day she did something odd. He had been driving real late and went straight to bed; he was woken up by something that sounded like a record being played at 75 RPM that turned out to be Sheila.

"Heyheyheyhey, come on get up time ta go! We gotta go the lady at the counter said we've got 40 minutes before she charges us for another day, come one everything's packed, I'll drive I've got a permit!"

"Mhmmm….you never wake me up….why are you talking like a chipmunk?"

Sheila laughed and pulled his covers off him.

"Well, I made coffee, actually it was free at the receptionists office and I had lessee…3 cups! I'm ready to move Come on we gotta go, I already paid the lady we gotta go!"

Mohinder dragged himself out of bed, he heard Sheila start the car. She was moving surprisingly fast for someone with a heavy limp in her leg.

"Meh…"

Mohinder got into the back seat of the car and Sheila looked back at him.

"You doin' okay Mate? We ready to take off? You buckled in?"

Mohinder nodded and she pulled out of the driveway, a little faster than he would've liked but she didn't bang up anything. He told her the map was in the door compartment and that she should keep on high 80. She saluted him and he became comfortable enough with her driving skills that he actually fell asleep. He was woken up by a loud screeching sound and a sharp jerk.

"What the hell was that!?"

He said, the adrenaline pumping in his veins. Sheila was breathing hard and sweating profusely. Her eyes were wide.

"Someone cut me off."

They were on ground level, he must've slept for quite a while. The road was empty, except for the car in front of them. The drivers side door opened and a rather menacing man got out, he had the same tattoo as Sheila on his upper arm but Mohinder was too busy eyeing the gun tucked into his pants to notice.

"Hold on to something."

Sheila said shifting the gears and hitting reverse. Backing up fast and then moving forward, going off road and around them. She was ahead of them by a few Kilometers; she reached into her bag and pulled out the gun.

"Sheila what's going on!?"

"Did you see what that guy was packing!?"

She asked him cocking the gun and giving it to Mohinder. She was looking very serious.

"You said this wasn't Loaded!"

"I knew you'd freak if I told you it was. Now I'm going to go talk to that guy, you're going to stay near the car, if you see anything suspicious, I want you to shoot got it? There are a lot of Carjackers out here."

She said getting out and running toward the man who had cut her off. There was muffled arguing and Sheila slapped the man; he drew the gun and aimed it at her head. Sheila froze, Mohinder got wide eyed, and he got out of the car and tried his best to figure it out in his flustered state. The Man saw him and smirked, grabbing Sheila by her hair and pushing her face into the ground he could hear the man shout.

"Put down the gun or I shoot your girlfriend!"

Mohinder looked up and nearly dropped it. He finally found the trigger and shot. It was on complete accident but he managed to hit the guy in the arm.

"Son of a Bitch!"

Those were his last words, Sheila wriggled free and kicked him in the head with her steel toed boot. Mohinder was speechless as her hands turned red and she laid them on the man. He let out a scream of agony and a horrible wet boom emitted from him as a large black hole was left in his place, Sheila out ran the sucking power and made it into the car where Mohinder had locked himself.

"I hate Car Jackers."

She said starting the car and driving the car, slowed by the vacuum of the black hole. Mohinder was still in shock and suddenly he told her to stop the car.

"What?"

"Stop the car, I need to get out just stop."

She let him out and he staggered around a little. He was trying to make sense of this, trying to convince himself that this never happened.

"How…why did…No this can't be happening…"

"What are you all bent out of shape for?"

"You-you killed a man! And I helped!!! I shot him!"

Sheila go out, he noticed she wasn't limping anymore. What was going on? Everything was out of place and odd. Nothing made sense. She put her arms around him, comforting him.

"Its okay Mohinder, We're here. Do you want something to drink?"

"What?"

Mohinder asked, pushing away,How could she think of drinking at a time like this? She frowned at him and grabbed the gun from the backseat. She aimed it at him and pulled the trigger. He was staring at the ceiling of his car.

"Do you want something to drink? We're here at the gas station."

Sheila looked at him, hovering over him like a bird of prey. He eyes fixed on his, feeling his forehead.

"You're so clammy. Do you feel okay? Did you have a nightmare?"

Mohinder shot upwards and hugged Sheila tightly. It was all a bad dream, None of it was real. He stayed, there with his eyes closed, telling himself mentally that he was alive, Sheila didn't kill him and that everything was okay. He was brought back to earth by a loud' Ahem'.

"Uh Mate, we're gettin' stares from the old folks. You okay? Want anything?"

She asked, feeling him tremble. She placed her hand on his head and stroked his hair, Softly shhing him and telling him he was okay.

"Just a bad dream. Come on you're on earth again, you're with the living."

He let go of her and she gave him a look of concern.

"I'm okay, you're right just a bad dream. Yeah, drink, drink good."

She helped him out of the car, with one hand, holding onto her cane with the other. They went in, he was still in his jammies and got an odd look from the man behind the counter.

"Rough night."

Sheila said, buying water, beef jerky, and a blow pop. Mohinder lingered around the store a bit, stretching his legs and getting air. They were in a small town probably in the middle of nowhere. Sheila got him back in the car, gave him the water and handed him the sucker.

"I don't know about you but when I was little and had nightmares, these made me feel better."

He would've liked Chai tea better but that was a bit much to ask. He unwrapped, it was green apple flavor, stuck it in his mouth. It did make him feel a little better, but he sugar probably was the reason; sugar was an upper. He finished the Sucker and some of the water. Sheila had the radio on and was singing along to it softly.

"She's a rebel, she's a saint. She's the salt of the earth and she's dangerous."

Mohinder laughed a little and Sheila turned to him. A small smile was on her face, she had gotten back on the freeway.

"Feel better Mate?"

"Yeah, I'll be ready to drive soon if you want a break."

"That'd be good but we should stop somewhere So you can change."

After they had found a place, Mohinder was in normal clothes and he was driving they went back to their conversation on character depth.

"I'm telling you Hermione will be the one to die!! She always gets the short stick, why should this time be any different!?"

"I disagree! I say that Ron will die! He's the obvious weak link and if they kill Harry, Well that's a self explanatory of vengeful letters to the editor."

Sheila rolled her eyes, she and Mohinder were never eye to eye on the subject of Books like Harry Potter, Sheila thought they didn't have enough undertone messages. Mohinder thought that they should cut down on the undertones of politics in the story; they said that it reminded him of the hierarchy in England. But either way, they thought that the story was good so it was all the same thing just on different levels. Sheila was always told that she was too critical for her own good.

"Pft! If they killed Harry then there would be overtone of tension and tragedy, something needed to offset how in the end Harry always seems to get away, it would produce trouble among fans but even so all the well read ones will see the beauty in the tragedy! Like a dying rose among a garden of blooming ones!"

They glared at each other for a split second before looking away, Sheila's mouth turned up at the corners a little and she started to snicker loudly. How stupid they were being, arguing over the future of a book series, One that was almost childish enough to be beneath them. She felt as if she was five again. Mohinder smiled too, he to saw how childish they were being.

"Let's leave it to the writer eh?"

She asked, looking out the window; her mind started to wander elsewhere when she saw a large skyscraper in the distance, she squinted her eyes, and there was no mistaking it. Empire state building, second tallest monument in the world. She grinned, New York, she had heard a lot about it but had never seen it.

"You see it too? We're almost there."

He was almost sorry that they had to arrive at their destination; he had enjoyed his time with her. Even the arguing, she always had something to talk about, even when they had talked about just about everything. Though Mohinder kept to himself, he was really a chatter box when you got close to him. Sheila found that he was also easy to predict in what he was going to say next, so she liked to finish his sentences for him. It made her feel closer to him. When they were on the outskirts of the city Sheila sucked in some air, it was huge, polluted, fast, dangerous…Fun.

"So what are we gonna do first? Where are we headed?"

She asked, not really paying attention at all. She was looking up at the huge buildings.

"Manhattan, I've got to see a Mr. Peter Petrelli about some tests I ran on him. You can meet his Niece Claire, She's around your age I think."

"Cool!"

She said, figiting around in her chair, being antsy. She could barely wait. She could stay here, get a job, maybe one of her books published. She could have her own life, she could stop leeching. When they made it to Manhattan and the house they were supposed to They got out and Sheila nearly tripped over the high curb. Her cane saved her and she hobbled forward, behind Mohinder. She was feeling a little shy, something about The size of New York and the amount of hospitality she had made her feel more and more like a temporary guest every minute. Being close to Mohinder made her feel better, Made her feel like she wasn't so small. Mohinder knocked on the door and they waited, a girl with curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and skin maybe a shade lighter than Sheila's answered the door.

"Yes?"

"I'm Mohinder Suresh, I'm looking for Peter."

"Oh come in, he's been waiting for you."

She said, letting them through, Sheila glanced at Claire from under her brows. She was very pretty, looked like the cheerleaders she had at her high school. Perfect, blonde, Beautiful; Always polite to older people.

"Hi, who're you?"

She asked Sheila. Sheila looked up and stood straight. Making herself semi presentable.

"My names Sheila Hogan, You must be Claire."

She said, softening her face, maybe she wasn't that bad. She didn't seem snobby at all.

"Yeah, I've never heard about you, are you Mohinder's Girlfriend or something?"

Sheila's face turned a light shade of red and she furrowed her eyebrows.

"I wish, Mate."

Claire laughed a little and asked her to sit down.

"Its been a while since I've talked someone my own age."

Claire said and Sheila nodded. She knew how she felt, two weeks homeless, one week in the car. No friends, hard to be kept away from society that long.

"Yeah, Know what ya mean. How old are you?"

"17."

"Me too, actually what's the date?"

Claire thought and looked at a calendar on the wall.

"June 12th, why?"

"Ah…I'm turning 18 next week."

She said smiling, an awkward silence was settled in as they sat there. Sheila twigited.

"Do you like music?"

She asked, trying her best to break the silence.

"Yeah, I like Panic At The Disco and Fall Out Boy. I also like Evanescence and a few others like that."

"I Like a little of everything, But Metal and Emo punk are my mains."

Sheila said happily.

"Ever heard of Rammstein?"

"Yeah, they're okay but I'm more of an O-Zone foreign than German Metal."

Sheila nodded; Claire seemed less callous than herself so it made sense.

"I can see that."

They got into a conversation about celebrities and performers they liked or disliked. Claire liked Things like Eminem, O-Zone, Aqua, Panic at the Disco, and stuff like that. Sheila liked, Rammstein, 50 Cent, Some of the Back Street Boys' songs, Bloc Party and Depeche Mode; her tastes clashed horribly with Claire's due to the utter randomness of them. They had stopped talking about celebrities when they hit the subject of Johnny Depp.

"So, Why are you with Mohinder anyways?"

"He found me on the side of the road, literally."

"Run Away from home?"

Sheila pursed her lips a little and sighed.

"Homeless, My house was destroyed by a black hole."

Claire snickered a little, she was either joking or she was a whack job. Or the third possibility that she was like Claire, Gifted.

"You're joking right?"

Sheila shook her head.

"Dead serious. I'm what you would call…Genetically challenged."

"Me too, I think."

Sheila smiled and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really? What can you do then?"

"I heal."

"Uh everyone ca-"

"Really fast."

Sheila nodded in an embarrassed way. Rule number one, let people finish their sentences.

"Ah, I make black holes, but I need to be able to destroy something in order to make it. The black hole is in proportion to the mass used to destroy it….kinda a cosmic balance physics thing."

Sheila said rubbing the back of her neck. Mohinder took the opportune moment to walk into the room and save her the trouble of making conversation…again.

"We're set here, Claire, give my best to your father. I hope Sheila didn't cause trouble."

Mohinder said it jokingly enough to save himself a smack upside the head. And Claire just smiled.

" Not at all, she's actually very interesting, oh can I get your cell number?"

She asked Sheila, taking out her own Pink one.

"Uh, I don't own one…No E-mail either. But I remember where you live."

She said smiling, thinking she could keep in contact through mail. They bade their goodbyes and left.

"Anything else to do today?"

"Nope, not really, free time."

Sheila smiled a little. She reached into her bag and pulled out her two manuscripts, The Last Hero and on Mohinder hadn't heard. Teen Years, it sounded like a comedy but knowing Sheila it was probably a horror story.

"Can we stop by a publishing office, I wanna stay here and publishing my book would be a good way to go. I can drop it there and get a job, small one."

Mohinder smiled, she had a good reality stand point on this. It didn't sound like she expected to get Uber famous. A steady view of her future, realistic.

"We'll need a phone book."

Mohinder said and Sheila smiled. She was never more thankful for him to be here than she had ever been for anyone else, ever.

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If You haven't Noticed, I've Kinda Scrapped the story line. But I think it plays out better for my fan fiction this way. Plus I don't think that it's too trashy. But that's my opinion.