The black lace of Laney's dress dragged the ground as she walked across the grass with Peter to the sight of all the funeral goers and that dread casket blanketed with the American flag. They stopped for a moment as Peter caught his breath, his clammy hand coiled around Laney's as her eyes never left Nathan's final resting place, "you sure you're gonna be ok?" She said with no emotion, to many thoughts flushed through her head at this point to show any.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." Peter said forcing a weak smile on his face as he lifted her hand to kiss the back of it.

Laney looked at him and forced a smile herself, before running her thumb across his cheek, "yeah, you'll do great." She released his hand and patted his back gently before making her way over to stand next to Noah. "Nice to see you again, Laney."

"If only the circumstances were so glum, Noah." She said shortly as she planted herself next to him in her black wedged ankle boots.

Noah began to look around nervously as if he was looking for someone but Laney's eyes never left the sight of Angela and Peter, until the hint of blonde hair stood in her peripheral next to Noah.

"I'm glad your safe." He said to Claire.

"From what? Where I came from or this lie?"

"I know you took the compass."

"And I'm not giving it back." Claire said with a tinge of anger in her voice as she stepped closer to the grave site being followed by Laney.

"I'm sorry, Claire."

"About what?" Claire said with a hint of attitude.

"Everything you have gone through, Peter told me everything and when I say everything I mean everything." A smile crossed her face as she looked at that same smile on Claire's. Laney wrapped her arm around Claire and pulled her close as they prepared to listen to Peter.

"My brother, Nathan taught me a lot. He taught me, how to ride a skateboard when I was a kid. How to hook a marlin. Taught me how to catch a baseball. Those are all things usually a father'll teach his son, but dad wasn't around. So it was Nathan, and I wish to hell it would've been my father, because Nathan didn't make it easy. He would throw it high, or he'd throw it wide, and I would yell at him. I 'd tell him to throw it right at me, but he'd say to me, 'that's not how it's gonna come at you in a game, Pete.' I used to think he was just being a big brother and was picking on me. But now I understand, he just wanted me to be ready, for anything." Peter placed his hand on the casket after his eyes fell from Claire and Laney, " I'm ready brother, for whatever comes." He leaned down and placed his lips to it as his final goodbye.

While the soldiers commenced in folding the flag and handing it over to Angela and finishing with the three volley salute of the guns. Eaching fire causing Laney and Claire to jump but Laney's eyes never left Peter's until the fighter jets flew over them and Laney disappeared to go back to the graves she had visited before.

She removed her shoes and sat on the ground hugging herself for some warmth, underneath her peacoat. Her thoughts travelled in and out of each other from different topics and times, until she felt that hand on her shoulder. She turned around as Peter sat next to her, and rested a hand on his knee. "it get's easier, not so easy that you forget. Just easier to handle." Her eyes returned to the stones in front of them, "at least if I ever want to visit Nathan and my family I won't have to drive all over town." She clinched her hand wrinkling Peter's pants. He pulled her closer to him, "it's already easier. Somehow, it is so much easier."

"Seems you handle death better than I thought, Peter Petrelli." She said with a saddened chuckle as she looked at him. She stood up and pulled him to his feet.

"Come on." She said picking up her shoes and grabbing his hand running back to Nathan's grave seeing that everyone had cleared out. She handed Peter her shoes, "don't move from this spot, okay?"

He nodded looking at her with a smirk of confusion and watched as she knelt down next to the covered grave, placing her hand over it.

"Goodbye, Nathan." She whispered as the dirt began to move and flatten and green grass grew over it and a rose began to bud and grow. She stood up and walked back over to Peter grabbing her shoes and placing her hand on his chest with a smile, "He deserves better than just dirt." She put her shoes back on and Peter wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her into him kissing her lips, passionately. He pulled a way for a moment and looked into her fierce but loving green eyes as he whispered his lips barely touching hers, "Thank you, Laney." He crashed his lips into hers once more before they headed to the car.