Thanks for the reviews so far, heres another chapter, I hope you like it.

Peter and Caitlin Petrelli - The Petrelli Farm – five days ago

Peter opened the front door to the house and let Caitlin go inside first, he wasn't sure how he could explain all this to her, but in those few moments some time ago he had decided telling her everything now might just be the best course of action.

'……oh my god….my dads a terrorist…,' she thought,'….what so I do?.....people…….those things they did…….,'

"You might want to sit down for this," Peter said, beckoning his daughter to sit at the kitchen table.

It was now or never.

"Caitlin…….." Peter started, but words were lost to him.

"Dad," she said back, almost emotionless but inside her head she was screaming thoughts all over the place.

"Those people are like me," he said.

"Terrorists," she said, a hint of defiance in her voice.

"No," Peter said," only according to the government, they have special abilities unlike most people,"

"I saw what they can do…..," she said quietly," and I saw you talking with them,"

'……what do I do?....,' she thought,'….I cant turn my dad in…..has he killed people?......,'

"I haven't killed anyone," Peter said, agitated.

"What? I never said….," Caitlin stuttered.

"But you were thinking it," Peter said.

"How did you…..," it wasn't a question exactly, she was just starring into space now trying not to think.

"It started…..," Peter said," I don't know when, but when I was younger myself and a number of people with these 'powers' got together to try and help the world. We-,"

"Powers?" she laughed," are you kidding me?"

"It's true," Peter said," I can absorb the powers of others, right now I can hear your thoughts,"

"Whatever," Caitlin said.

"You saw what those people could do," Peter said," I thought they were bad too, until I read their minds, they just want to see their family and friends again,"

"They must be terrorists," Caitlin said," or the police wouldn't be looking for them,"

"No," Peter said," the government hunts those with powers, they don't care if we are dangerous or not. Why do you think ive made you stay out of town your whole life and kept you away from people, if you have a power too-,"

"This just gets better," Caitlin said," Im going to my room,"

"I love you Caitlin," Peter said as she walked away," just remember that,"

Caitlin said nothing, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. She knew about these people the government called 'terrorists', but in a town like this where nothing ever happened it was something she dint understand. She kept thinking her dad was part of a gang or something, she had never been to his workplace, and his hours were all over the place. She wondered why she hadn't caught onto it before; it seemed all so obvious now. Her dad was a criminal and there was nothing she could do, if she handed him to the police she would never be forgiven by him, if she didn't she would never forgive herself if he killed someone.

Those people though, she remembered talking to her friend Becky when a man came running from the mall security guards. In a flash of light the entire mall's wall was gone and chaos erupted, she could have sworn she saw the man raise his hands and throw some kind of glowing thing at the wall.

'It must just be shock,' she thought,' this is insane,'

She lay on her bed and looked at the time, it was only early still but she felt like sleeping, she felt so tired.

Something else had happened though, something up until now the shock of the day's events had pushed from her mind. When she had touched her dad, she felt hundreds of voices around her screaming in her head, like she could hear their thoughts.

'Snap out of it,' she thought,' I cant believe this crap…….can I?'

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"What have you done Peter?" his mother said on the phone later that night.

"I had to tell her something," Peter replied.

"You should have made her think something else," Angela said.

"I would never do that to her," Peter said," I told you im done with that, I wont force people to think something, unless I have to do it to protect my family,"

"Well there's no turning back now," Angela said," you've put something new into motion, I can feel it,"

"Is that just you guessing or have you had a dream?" Peter asked.

"Does it matter?" Angela replied, a little amusement in her voice.

"This is no time for your old games mum," Peter said," I have to go, there's things I need to do,"

"Like check on Caitlin?" Angela asked.

"I wasn't-"

"You forget what I can see Peter," Angela said," and don't eat the chicken in the fridge, In fact I'd throw it away tonight before Caitlin has some, it might really mess up your day tomorrow,"

"Errr," Peter said," ok…..bye,"

Peter put down the phone and sighed, maybe he had been too hasty in telling her about these powers. He just didn't want her to grow up without knowing what to expect, he had felt so lost for so long and he couldn't bear to see anyone else go through that again.

He rose up, taking his mother's advice and chucking out the leftover chicken in the trash. He realised the trash was full and tied up the bag in the bin, taking it outside into the night. It was a starry night, and if he didn't have so much on his mind he might have enjoyed a cold beer under the stars.

'……it's insane…..,' Caitlin's thoughts floated from above,'…….I'll not believe it……what I saw…..I was in shock…..I still am,'

Peter sighed, she was going to need more convincing than that.

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A few days later

Peter got up early today, he had a few errands to run before taking Caitlin to the town fair, the one she loved to go to each year. He felt that this year would be different somehow. She shoved on his jacket and pushed the door to Caitlin's room so that it creaked slightly, it was only 7:30am but he knew a small store in town that would be open to get some milk at.

'…….cant he just leave me alone…..,' Caitlin thought, pretending to be asleep.

Peter said nothing, instead wrote on one of her post its and put it on Caitlin's mirror. He turned away, in the last few days he felt like he was losing his daughter, the complete opposite of what he wanted.

He had lost to many people in his life, Simone, that guy Ted that Sylar had killed, Caitlin, the one he had fallen in love with once, then there was his brother Nathan, all because of what he could do.

The engine rumbled beneath him as he drove into town, it was a nice morning and but things were looking down. If she didn't believe him, that was her choice, but he had a feeling one day she would understand.

Peter stopped off at the store, right across from the motel. He grabbed some milk and a few things he needed, not planning to stay in town long. The bags fitted nicely on his passenger seat and headed back home. He turned on his radio to keep him company and he looked in his rear view mirror, an old rusty car was taking the same road as he was. He slowed down, suspicious of who it was as the only three farms this way were his own, his mothers and the Jefferson's who were at least five miles away from here. He tried to read the driver's thoughts but they suddenly reared off onto a side road, out of range of his mind reading.

He pulled up outside, grabbed his bags and headed inside. He didn't want to leave Caitlin long on her own.

He threw the bags on the table and stood at the bottom of the stairs.

"Caitlin!" Peter called up to his daughter, things had been different the last few days.

Caitlin came down the stairs, her eyes swollen and blue from the little sleep she had been getting. He didn't need to see her to tell that, Peter had been kept awake by her stray thoughts buzzing all night.

When he touched her, something happened, like he had come up against an ability that he couldn't 'borrow'. He hadn't tried properly yet, but it was like her ability was rejecting Peter's power, that was if she even had an ability, he wasn't sure yet if she could do anything.

BUMP! BUMP! The front door shook.

Peter immediately heard thoughts buzzing through the door.

'………shut up shut up shut up!!!!!!....'

'…….you need to stop this…..'

"Ill get it," Caitlin said, grabbing the door handle.

Caitlin opened the door to see a middle aged man standing there.

"Peter Petrelli," the man said striding in, knocking Caitlin to the ground.

'Stay there!' Peter send a thought.

The man faltered for a moment but kept coming. Peter frowned, his ability wasn't working on this guy.

"It seems your trying to control the wrong mind," the man said with a cruel smile," I'm in control now,"

The man stood there for a moment, then reached out for Peter.

'…..once I have your powers….,' a thought buzzed.

Peter thought fast, he didn't know why his ability wasn't working on this guy, so he took a chance. He threw a punch at the man's face and the man staggered backwards, tripping over a chair and falling onto the floor.

"Dad!" Caitlin said, grabbing his arm and hiding behind Peter.

"Get out of my house!" Peter said.

'I'll kill him if he touches Caitlin,' Peter thought,' I cant let him have this power,'

'What are you-,' Caitlin thought.

"What are you talking about?" Caitlin asked, as the man got to his feet.

'Can you hear my thoughts?' Peter thought looking at Caitlin so she knew he wasn't speaking.

'Yes,' she thought back, her lips twitching at the edge to the start of a smile that never came.

"If you move," the man said," I'll kill her,"

Peter turned to find a gun aiming at Caitlin.

"What do you want?" Peter asked," just don't hurt her and ill give you anything you want,"

"I want to possess you," the man said simply," I don't have enough power in this body, I want yours,"

"Fine," Peter said.

'Run,' Peter thought.

"What?" Caitlin said, letting go of her dad as he stepped forward.

"Stay back!" the man said, grabbing Caitlin's arm," Or ill-,"

All three of them looked at Caitlin's bare arm as it camouflaged slowly into the background of the room.

"Dad…," she said," whats happening? Help me please!"

Peter looked at her, but she heard nothing in her head, he was sure he was trying to communicate with her.

'……her power is good en-,' Peter heard and knew what he had to do.

He grabbed the man by the throat, lifting the gun into the air he tackled him to the ground, Peter touched Caitlin with his leg as he passed.

'Run!' Peter thought,' now!'

Caitlin listened this time, she fled towards the back door as thoughts buzzed through her head. She looked down at her arm and shuddered, it was slowly returning to a visible state.

'It's all real,' she thought.

She was so scarred and her head was a mess, it was so much to take in. These powers were real; she had heard her dad's thoughts in her head and then started going invisible or something. As she ran out the back door, the thoughts in her head faded, as though whatever was happening to her was wearing off. She looked back at her arm to see that it was normal again.

Caitlin rested against the wall, trying to think of what to do, she couldn't leave her dad in there but if she went back in that guy with the gun might kill her. She knew only one thing that could help, she pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and dialled 911.

"What service do you require?" the operator asked.

"Police please quick!" Caitlin said frantically, she could no longer hear the fighting inside the room.

"Police," a voice said.

"Help please," Caitlin said," there's a man with a gun at my house, there's something wrong with him, hes not normal, hes trying to kill my dad"

"He's a mutant?" the police officer on the phone asked.

"I guess so," Caitlin sobbed," Please hurry!"

She gave her address and just as she did, a gunshot rang out.

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Peter didn't know where Caitlin was running to, as long as she got far enough away for him to take care of this guy without the chance of her getting shot. They fought, throwing punches at each other. Peter made sure the guy who he assumed was possessing this man with the camouflage power was still in there, as they fought, blue light erupted on the man's hands and Peter felt a rushing sensation like something was trying to get inside him. He grabbed the man's head and focussed, he pulled hard, not at the camouflage man, but at whatever was inside his head. A pain shot through Peter and the man backed off, Peter watched as he rose up, looking at the ground next to Peter.

"I cant possess you," the man said.

"I took your power," Peter replied, with a grin," I guess that makes me immune to your possession now,"

"Hmm," the man said," beat this one,"

The man disappeared and Peter scrambled to his feet, he listened for any sign of movement and heard Caitlin talking to the police on the phone. The floorboards creaked to his right and he saw the gun laying there, he lunged for it and felt the man grabbed him just as he did. They tumbled into the cabinet and glass stabbed Peter in the back, he felt the man hold him around the neck, trying to choke him as neither of them had managed to get the gun into their hands.

Peter grasped a piece of glass and thrust it at the man he couldn't see, blood seeped onto Peter and the man staggered back, Peter dived for the gun, hearing footsteps behind him as the injured man tried to get there first. Peter turned as he grasped his fingers around the cold metal grip and pulled the trigger, no more than a second later the man appeared again, fully visible and stumbled backwards, dead. The bullet had gone straight through his skull.

Peter pulled himself to his feet, clutching the broken glass still stuck in his body.

"Gotcha," he said in triumph, putting the gun on the table.

The doors suddenly burst in, black clothed men entering the house and Peter grabbed the gun again.

"Get down!" they said.

"Weapon on the ground now!"

Peter dropped the gun quickly.

"Isn't that….Peter Petrelli?!" one man said.

"Take him down now!" Another said raising his gun, Peter touched the dead man with his leg and took his power, melting away into the background. Peter knew how this power worked and stayed perfectly still, until he heard a scream.

"This must be his daughter," an agent said, dragging Caitlin screaming by her hair across the ground.

"Execute her!" Another agent said," she might have a power!"

Peter grabbed Caitlin and pushed both men out of the way, they exited through the back door and three agents followed, aiming their guns at the field.

"Their gone," one said.

"Damm it!"

"Check that other guy," an agent said," make sure he is dead, these people have a nasty habit of surprising us,"

An agent touched the dead man to check his pulse and looked a bit dazed, then stood up.

"Are you ok?" his comrade asked.

"They surprise me to sometimes," the agent said with a dark smile.

'Until next time…..Peter Petrelli.,' the agent thought, laughing inside.