Title: Godsend
Characters: All
Genre: Action/adventure, hints of romance and humor.
Rating: T, PG-13ish
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes or any of its characters.
Summary: My version of the 12th ep, Godsend. Close to the story as I can get, as I have seen from preview. Paire, IsaacSimone. Obviously post fallout. Part two, just after the first add break.

Godsend

"Arrest you? For what?" asked the police officer, placing his had in his gun. Nikki took a breath to steady herself before answering.

"Murder." The officer stared at her for a moment, trying to see if it was a joke. When Nikki remained serious, his eyes hardened.

"Ma'am, get on your knees and put your hands on your head, slowly," he said, drawing his gun. When Nikki had followed his instructions, he walked around behind her, pulling handcuffs from his belt and attaching them to her wrists. Putting away his gun, he began the duty of reading Nikki her rights. "You have the right to remain silent; anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney; should you refuse this right…"

Nikki stopped listening and looked across the street to where her son and husband were staying hidden in the shade. D.L. had a grim expression on his face, and Micah look worried. When the officer helped Nikki up and into the patrol car, D.L. had to restrain Micah to stop him running to her. As the car reversed out of its parking spot, Nikki stared out the window at her family, forcing a smile on her face. I can't hurt them now.

"Do you really think the police can keep us locked up?" asked her reflection, smirking.

"Shut up! I won't let you control me anymore," she spat at the window. Jessica laughed and turned away. Slumping in the seat, her arms beginning to hurt from being held at the awkward angle, Nikki heard the officer finish his radio call.

"That's right, turned her self in for murder. Bringing her in for questioning right now. Will be 15 minutes. Over and out."

Claire woke suddenly when a pair of hands began shaking her roughly. She opened her eyes and rubbed them, realizing she had fallen asleep with her head resting on Peter's hospital bed.

"Who are you?" a voice to her right demanded. Startled, Claire jumped and fell off her chair, her head crashing into the corner of the table the heart rate monitor rested on. The steady Beep Beep Beep thudded in her head as the gasped and blinked a few times. Touching the back of her head, she felt the wound seal itself. Looking around, she found the source of the voice. It was the man who almost walked into her as she entered the elevator.

"I said, who are you?" he repeated, apparently not caring that she had just hit her head.

"I'm Claire Bennet," she said quietly, looking at her shoes.

"And why are you in my brothers room, sitting next to his bed?" continued the suited man.

"I wanted to see him. I guess I fell asleep. Sorry," she said, avoiding looking at the man. He was silent for a while, then asked;

"Why would a 15 year old high school girl from Texas want to see a 30 year old nurse from New York?"

"I'm 17," Claire bristled, annoyed. "And for your information I wanted to thank him, He saved my life."

The man, (Peter's Brother, she corrected herself) glared at her, a glare which she returned defiantly. The tension in the room slowly built, and just as it reached breaking point, the man's cell phone rang. Sighing, the man took the call and stalked out of the room.

Claire stared at the door angrily for a few moments before sitting back down and reaching for Peter's hand. The only sounds in the room was the shoook, hissss of the respirator and the slow, steady Beep… beep… beep… of the heart rate monitor.

Claire closed her eyes and tried to think out her next course of action, but the beeping was getting annoying, piercing her mind. Beep… beep… beep… Claire tried to block it out, but it seemed to get louder, and she could have sworn it sped up. Beep. Beep. Beep. She looked at the offending machine angrily, the read the number. It had sped up. Before his heart rate had been rather slow. Abnormally slow, like the heart was failing. Now it was getting stronger.

"Peter, come on, heal. Wake up," she said urgently standing up, leaning over him. Reaching over, she hit the nurse call button, then watched as the colour began to flow back into his face. Beep Beep Beep. One of his fingers flicked. Then his hand twitched. Slowly, Peter's eyes opened.

Matt stood outside the door of the New York apartment, checking the slip of paper that had Mohinder's address written on it. He wanted to be sure he had the right place. Satisfied, he raised a fist and knocked.

I hope this isn't another dead end, thought Audrey, leaning against the wall. She had taken to thinking her messages for him rather than speaking aloud, insisting that it was easier, and if they were undercover, safer. Matt nodded his agreement. The door opened to reveal a slim, Indian man holding a gun. Instinctively, both Matt and Audrey reached for their holstered weapons.

"Mohinder Suresh?" asked Matt, eyeing the gun. Mohinder nodded slowly. "I'm Officer Matthew Parkman. You called me a few hours ago." Mohinder's eyes widened and he glanced at his watch.

"Good lord, is that the time? Come in, come in," he said, walking over to his desk and setting the gun down.

"Do you greet all your guests that way?" asked Audrey, motioning towards the gun.

"Sorry about that. I was attacked in this very apartment a few weeks ago, so I've been slightly on edge since."

"Do you think the attacker had any connection to your father's murder?" continued Audrey, slipping into interrogation mode. She had done a background check on Mohinder during the flight. Mohinder sat, motioning them to do the same, and thought for a moment.

"Yes. When I walked in on my attacker, he was removing a listening device. This was my father's apartment before I moved in," he explained. Pulling out her note book and pen, Audrey quickly scribbled down what he had said.

"What did the attacker look like?" As Mohinder described the man, Matt looked around. His eyes landed on a book titled Activating Evolution which he picked up. It was written by Chandra Suresh.

"May I?" interrupted Matt, holding up the book. Mohinder nodded.

"You might find chapter 8 interesting," he said before going back to his description. Matt flicked through the book until he found the recommended chapter and his eyes widened when he saw the heading, Telepahy; Receiving and Projecting.

How did he know? Thought Matt, bewildered.

"Know what?" asked Audrey, turning to look at him.

"What?" said Matt, his brow crinkling in confusion.

"You asked 'how did he know?' Know what?" Matt stared at her in amazement. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"He didn't speak out loud," stated Mohinder.

Peter walked through the deserted streets of New York, the silence almost deafening. As he weaved through the cars, a taxi door in from of him opened and Mohinder stepped out. Peter smiled at him, but Mohinder gave him a look of horror and began to run away. Peter was about to call after him when he saw others. Claire was sprinting towards him, wearing her cheerleading uniform. Nathan stepped out of his campaign office, wearing his favourite suit. As we took a few more steps, a police officer with brown hair waved him back, holding his arm in from of a family of three, as if protecting them. Ando and a shorter Japanese man he presumed to be Hiro stood on the corner, looking sadly at him.

Claire had almost reached him at this point, stopping just short of an arms length. Sorrow, horror and fear showed on her face and she mouthed the words "I'm sorry," before turning and running away.

Peter looked down at his hands and saw them begin to glow. Searing heat raced up his arms and filled his body. Roaring in pain, he closed his eyes. Still he felt himself grow hotter, his skin beginning to bubble and melt. The pain grew hotter and hotter, breaking his limits. He could hear the hiss of his muscle burning away, the snapping as his bones cracked. Lastly he felt himself being ripped in every direction as the heat burst out of his body. He opened his eyes, sitting up and shouting. Quickly the pain faded, and he found himself in a hospital bed, staring into the eyes of Claire Bennet.

To be continued

A/N: Ok, first of all, thanks to the 5 people who reviewed. Second of all, I changed the first chapter slightly. Just one line, but it was an important one. Now Isaac says he doesn't know what the picture means. Third, please review, it would be greatly appreceated. I will try to update ASAP.