Rose left the room with a handful of papers that she would be spending the evening filling out. Weird, I'll actually have an identity again.
Rose looked up from her giant stack of papers to see Peter talking to a woman further down the hallway.
The woman turned and glanced at Rose, then smiled. Emma. Rose shook her head when Emma began walking toward her.
"I'll explain later," Rose signed. Then she turned and walked down the hallway.
The next day, when she arrived at the generic office building; she was met at the security desk.
"Oh gee, do I get a personal tour guide for the day? Or could you just not wait to see me again?"
Sylar gave her a small smile. "Or maybe I was just checking in with Ted here myself and now that you're here, I was thinking we could ride the elevator together. Since there's a chance we might become coworkers and all."
"Promise not to eat my brain in the elevator?" Rose questioned.
She caught the angry flash in Sylar's eyes before he could cover it. Whoops, she had hit a nerve.
"The elevators are this way," he finally answered.
Rose silently followed him to the elevators and waited as he pushed the arrow pointing up. Once the elevator opened, they both stepped inside.
As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, Sylar turned to her. "Congratulations, you have survived your first elevator ride with a renowned serial killer."
Rose smiled sarcastically, "Now, if I just make it through the billions more I'm sure we'll have, I'll be well on my way to success."
"Is this about her?" Sylar asked.
Rose froze. "Her who?" she asked turning back to him.
Sylar held up his hand as blue bolts of electricity began crackling on top of it.
Rose let her gaze travel to his hand then back up to his face. She had succeeded at keeping her face completely neutral, unfortunately, the rest of her body had gone completely rigid.
"She meant something to you, I can tell." Sylar stepped closer to her. "I know this will probably mean nothing but I am sorry; for how I handled things with her."
They both stood staring at each other. Then, there came a piercing screech that had Sylar cringing and clutching his head.
"You two, quit playing in the hall! We do have a business to run here."
Rose turned to find Angela standing behind her. "And just what is it we are trying to sell to the masses?"
Angela gave a chilly smile, "Come inside so that we may begin, both of you."
She then turned on her heel and marched back down the hallway.
"I think she might hate you more than me. And I killed her son."
"Yeah, and if you would stop pissing me off, we could actually be allies."
Sylar began following her down the hall; still massaging his ringing ears. "Believe it or not, I was simply trying to alleviate some of the hostility I was receiving from you."
"Well don't, it's not something we need to discuss. Also, learn to take a joke. Everyone has instances in their lives that they won't ever live down. Yours, happens to be your strange fascination with what the inside of people's heads look like."
They finished the rest of the walk down the hallway in silence. As they turned into the doorway they found everyone else sitting in pretty much the same places they were yesterday. Yes, that did include Angela, sitting at the head of the table. Rose tried to resist rolling her eyes, then gave up.
"My dirty laundry," Rose said, handing the stack of forms to Bennett.
"It's all here?" Bennett questioned.
"Right down to my brand of undies on Saturday nights."
"Well, Noah will be going over this information for the remainder of the day and entering it in to our databases," Angela explained.
Rose couldn't help but wince. This wasn't easy for her, having all this information out in the open, after having it buried for ten years. Strange as it might sound, she felt naked as she watched Bennett skim through her files.
"So Rose," Claire interjected, "We thought we might do something a little different for the rest of the day."
"Okay," Rose answered, eyeing the group suspiciously.
"We were wondering, if you would be up for a run down of the place." Peter explained.
"Oh yeah?"
"It would be with these two here." Claire explained pointing to Peter and Sylar. "We're all really interested in what you can do, but unfortunately, if I don't make my appointments today, someone will have my head." Claire rose from her chair and began gathering her things. "You know, just think of this as bonding time for you guys. Chances are ,one of them will wind up being your partner, one day."
Claire gave Rose an encouraging smile then left the room. Bennett followed behind her, his nose stuck in Rose's files. And then there were three, Rose thought, at least, until she caught the head of the table in her peripheral. Damn.
"Well, I suppose we should head down to the basement then." Angela said, rising.
"Actually, Mom, I think Claire's right. We should use this time to get to know Rose and let her know us." Peter stated, rising as well.
"Peter, I'm not sure that's a good idea," Angela argued, glancing nervously at Rose.
"Mom, it'll be fine, besides, it's what Claire wants."
"Yes, but I'm not sure that Claire ….."
"Mom, we agreed to give Claire the reigns, remember? Besides, what she's asking for isn't exactly absurd. We'll even see if we can coax Parkman out for lunch."
"Alright, if this is what you want."
Rose and Sylar stood and began working their way to the door. As soon as Rose was next to Sylar, she smiled broadly at Angela. "Don't worry, mommy. We'll return him home in one piece."
With that, they walked out the door, leaving Angela to glare after them.