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The flashbacks are important. It's basically the first time Peter ever really used that power, so the flashbacks are sorta like a catalyst. I'll try to cut back on them though, but I won't take them out completely.

Found and 'Can You See Me Now?':

Peter stared at the drawings in front of him, his brow furrowed as he stared at one in particular.

In it was a man doing a crossword puzzle, Colonel O'Neill. His face was oddly passive as another man, Daniel, stood across from him looking at him in concern.

Another one of the drawings was of a burning planet, it's sun boiling behind it while it was captioned 'Proclarush Taonus'.

Next to that drawing was a black and white sketch, this one of a million lights floating in the sky above what seemed to be a white wasteland.

The very last drawing of that set was of a sort of chamber with someone inside of it, frozen while three figures looked on. The sketch was to dark to make out a face, but Peter worried that it might be Jack from the way Daniel was looking at him in the very first drawing.

However, one drawing was separate from the rest. In it was a figure, cloaked in shadows, it's arm outstretched and it's finger pointed right out in front of him. In the background was the Stargate and it was activated.

Peter shivered, he knew it was Sylar, but how in the world did he get into the SGC?

Making a split second decision, Peter snatched up all of the drawings and made his way out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He needed to find Daniel, to warn him. However, something stopped him when he was a few steps away from Daniel's lab.

How was he supposed to explain the drawings... 'Oh hey Daniel, I can draw the future and I'm worried about Colonel O'Neill dying because of one of these said drawings.' That would really go over well.

Just when Peter was about to turn around and head back to his room, Jack exited the office, clutching his crossword puzzle as if to fend off anyone who wanted to steal it. Daniel and Sam emerged soon after and they both saw him. "Hey Peter, we're headed to the Mess hall, you want to come?" Daniel asked, taking a step forward, smiling as Jack scowled and Sam beamed.

"U-uh..." Peter stuttered, clutching his drawings a little more as he glanced around. There was no way out of this without looking rude, "Sure..." He murmured.

"Great!" Daniel said, grinning before he grabbed Peter's arm, leading him back over to a despondent looking Jack and an ecstatic looking Sam.

Peter almost groaned. How was he going to hide the drawings if he was sitting with the very people he wanted to hide them from.

It wasn't too bad, not as bad as Peter thought it would be as he sat there, awkwardly staring at the plate in front of him. Daniel had his nose in a book, Jack was staring at his crossword puzzle and Sam was eating her blue jello slowly.

Suddenly, the archeologist stated, "Proclarush taonas. According to this it means lost in fire. It was lost. This has to be the planet where… where the Lost City is."

Peter froze. That... was the name of one of his drawings. Careful as to not draw any attention to himself, Peter took the drawing of a burning planet out of his pocket and stared at it in contemplation.

"Well, even if it is, knowing the name of the planet doesn't really help, unless we have a Gate address to get us there." Sam pointed out, poking her spoon in the air for emphasis.

Jack stared at Daniel's left arm for a long time before he reached over and tore off the badge with the Earth's symbol on it. He turned it so the symbol lay in front of Daniel with the tip pointing away from himself. Daniel and Sam exchanged bewildered looks.

"Jack... what are you doing?" Daniel asked slowly.

"Ad." Jack stated, looking down at the badge.

Peter blocked out the rest of the conversation, focusing on the picture in front of him. If his first drawing, the one with Jack and Daniel, had already come true, this one would come true very soon as well. He couldn't stop it... So lost in thought, Peter didn't notice when the rest of the group got up.

Daniel frowned and shook the younger man's shoulder, "Peter?" He spoke, noticing the drawing in his lap. "What's that?" The archaeologist asked, about to take it when Peter jerked out of his thoughts, putting the drawing out of arm's reach.

"It's nothing." Peter responded, but he wasn't quick enough because Sam snatched it out of his grip and looked at it. "Wow! You're really good! A burning planet? When did you draw this?" She asked, before narrowing her eyes as if trying to decipher something.

Suddenly, her eyes widened, "Proclarush taonas? I didn't know you knew Latin-."

Peter's face lost all color and he snatched the drawing back, "I told you, it's nothing. Just a hobby of mine. I like to draw." He tried to salvage the conversation but all three members of SG-1 were looking at him in various degrees of bewilderment, distrust, and interest.

"I was raised as a Roman Catholic, of course I know some Latin. The title just seemed to fit, that's all. It doesn't mean anything." Peter whispered, trying to convince them as he shoved the drawing back into his pocket, turning away and walked out the door.

When he was half way to his room, Peter felt the pain return. It wasn't as bad as before, but it still hurt nonetheless. He gasped and stumbled a little, clutching the wall for support.

"Hey man, you okay?" A voice came from his left and Peter glanced over and saw a concerned marine standing there.

"Y-yeah, I'll be fine. I just gotta make it to my room that's all." Peter said before stumbling forward, walking in a crooked line before falling to the ground, his face pressed against the floor as his eyesight faded to black.

Peter's eyes opened and he looked around, immediately seeing he was in New York City. Across from him was a man moving quickly along the sidewalk. Peter grinned, it was Claude. He was grabbing things off of people's tables as he went by and no one seemed to notice him... no one except for Peter's past self who followed him, shouting, 'Hey!' a few times.

Claude ignored him and continued walking, sometimes taking things off of people's tables before throwing them somewhere else in disinterest.

"What are- What are you doing?" Peter's past self yelled, running up and grabbing Claude's arm while saying, "Hey!". Present Peter winced in sympathy, this wasn't going to end well.

Claude stopped abruptly, truly surprised by Peter's past self just as past Peter was surprised by him.

"You –" Peter's past self started but was cut off by Claude saying, "You can see me?"

"You –" Past Peter tried again but the other man grabbed Peter by the shirt and pushed him back against a lamp post near a street side vender, hard. So hard, even present Peter winced at the ghost pain.

"Nobody can see me! I'm invisible!" Claude angrily shouted, spitting in past Peter's face as the street vendor looked around in confusion, trying in vain to keep his table steady as it was being pushed and jerked around.

The bigger man continued to hold Peter's past self up against the lamp post, choking him as he watched people walk by them, no one paying the slightest bit attention. Only past Peter was staring at him, gasping vainly for breath.

"Who are you? How can you see me?" Claude shouted, getting up into Peter's past self's face.

"I-I-I-I don't know. I just do what you can do." Past Peter gasped, struggling against the choke hold. Claude let Peter's past self drop to the ground as he took a step back, sarcastically saying, "Fantastic. One of those."

Peter's past self glares at Claude before getting to his feet, asking, "'One of those?' What do you mean? You know someone else like me?" His expression hopeful.

Instead of answering him, Claude turned and tried to leave, but past Peter followed close behind him. "Hey wait, where are you going? You need to explain this!" Peter's past self stated as they pushed by people.

"Look - I saw you. I saw you in my dream. Who are you?" Peter's past self tried again, desperate.

"Me? I'm no one. I'm the Invisible Man. I'm Claude Rains. Now get away from me. Forget you ever saw me." Claude answered spitefully, but Peter's past self grabbed a hold of him and stopped him.

"Yeah, but you know. What's happening to me?"

Claude didn't answer and twisted out of Peter's grip, continuing to walk away with past Peter following him, saying, "What is this? What - listen, I found you. I need you to help me."

"Why'd I want to do that?"

"Because we're in danger. This entire city is in danger. It was in my dream. People die. We die. I don't know when, but it happens." Peter's past self insisted, pleading.

This didn't faze Claude, "Then you'd better leave town." He said dispassionately, walking faster as he tried to leave but past Peter grabbed him again. "Hey, where are you going? You can't hide from me." Past Peter stated angrily.

Claude scoffed, "I'm the Invisible Man. I can walk around the corner and disappear forever."

"Yeah, but-but I can see you. I'm gonna follow you." Peter's past self salvaged, glaring.

Claude let out a bitter laugh, "Smarter men than you have tried and have paid for it." He pushed Peter's past self away, "You stay away from me." He stated before walking away as past Peter watched, before adding as an afterthought over his shoulder, "And don't follow me."

He turned and left, walking down the sidewalk away from past Peter. He vanished before Peter's past self's eyes and clips the shoulder of a woman pushing a cart. The woman looked up but saw nothing and she shrugged it off, going back to pushing her cart.

Further down the sidewalk, a trash can tipped over, spewing garbage on the concrete as Peter's past self materializes in the center of the sidewalk. People walking past him notice him there but didn't say anything as past Peter looked out where Claude vanished and let out a sigh.

Peter gasped awake, coughing in the hallway of the SGC. He glanced around, noticing that the marine wasn't there anymore and he idly wondered where he went.

His question was answered immediately as the marine rounded the corner only to freeze, a nurse running into him soon after. "I-I swear to you, he was right here!" The marine insisted, pointing directly at Peter.

Peter froze and was about to say something but the nurse beat him to it, sighing and shaking her head, walking away, "Is this another one of your practical jokes? 'Cause this isn't funny. You should really stop before someone really does need help and no one believes you. Especially when the President is coming to visit in about an hour."

The marine looked ready to punch someone and Peter quickly scrambled to his feet. How had they not seen - oh.

Invisibility.

Peter quickly walked away before his new found power failed him, his mind working overtime before he froze. The... president... His eyes widened.

Nathan.

An hour later, everyone was bustling around, trying to do their job as well as prepare for the president. Peter stared impassively as he watched the mayhem.

SG-1 was planning to leave as soon as the President was gone, so Peter had to stay hidden from everyone for awhile. He let out a sigh before turning and walking down a corridor, thinking.

Why now, of all times? I mean sure, there was the impending doom that loomed over their heads, but hey, they dealt with that on a daily basis. It must be something else...

As he was contemplating this, Peter's hold on his invisibility failed and he became visible. Thankfully, no one was around to notice this feat and he kept walking as though nothing had happened until, "Peter!"

Peter's head whipped around and he saw Madeline, a fellow nurse, standing there, huffing and out of breath. "The President is here! He wants to see us all in the gate room, to give us some speech or something like that!"

He felt a grin stretch across his face, yeah, that sounded like Nathan. Always making speeches. Then the color suddenly drained from his face. If Peter went in there, Nathan would see him.

"I-I'm not really feeling well Madeline, I don't think I should go." Peter protested weakly but the shorter girl strode over and grabbed his arm.

"It's mandatory. I don't think it will last more than five minutes, surely you can hold out for that long, right?" She asked, smiling as she pulled him down the corridor.

Peter knew there was no way out of this, but damn if he wasn't going down without a fight. "Actually-" He started but Madeline rounded on him, her eyes blazing, "Look, I want to see the President, and Dr. Weir would have my ass if she knew I saw you and didn't bring you to the gate room. Now either you can walk like a man, or I'll drag you like a body." She hissed.

Peter shut up, his eyes widening. Madeline had always been sweet, never like this. Suddenly her face erupted with a smile and she squealed, "Great!"

His eye twitched but he said nothing else, following the younger girl as if going to his death.

"-And finally, I want to thank you all for your dedication, loyalty, and bravery to this country and to this world. Thank you." Came a voice from inside of the gate room and Peter stiffened, knowing immediately that it was Nathan.

"What are we waiting for? We've already missed the speech!" Madeline whined as she dragged Peter towards the door, his feet dragging a little. "Madeline-" He started but froze as Nathan exited the door and saw him, a look of shock appearing on his face.

The two brothers stared at each other for a long time before Nathan hesitantly asked, "Pete...?"

Shit.

That's it guys :) Nathan has finally found Peter after long months of searching, even though Peter didn't want to be found :) Tell me what you think :)