Peter and Laney stood hand in hand surveying all the guest at Nathan's wake.

"It's awful." Elizabeth said stepping forward to address Peter, "did the police say anything? Engine fire or—."

"Accident, tragic accident." Peter interrupted, receiving a slight squeeze from Laney.

"I'm so sorry for your loss. Excuse me." Elizabeth said taking her leave.

"I wish you didn't have to lie about it. It's not your fault what happened." Laney whispered to Peter.

"I know that, Lane, but what am I suppose to do. Tell them Nathan died months ago because of some pyscho named Sylar that kills people to still their super powers. He was just Sylar pretending to be Nathan?"

"Good point." Laney said receiving a smirk from Peter as he fought back the chuckle.

Peter and Laney moved to look out the window being joined by Angela, " I keep looking up too, hoping to see him. We never have been good with death have we? Or it's complications. Can't have been easy for you, covering this all up with Noah. How are you?"

"Okay, I'm okay, mom."

"Nathan was a better liar."

"Must have gotten that from you. I'm sorry. You don't deserve that."

"Oh, sure I do. I deserve every ounce of your wrath."

"No, you don't. Just want to put my fist through a wall right now."

"No, you want to put a fist through Sylar."

"What do you want, mom?"

"Don't do it. Nathan was right, you need to fight the good fight. Revenge will only get you killed, and I cannot bear to lose you too." Laney squeezed Peter's hand knowing she felt the same as Angela for once.

"Claire's here." Peter said as he walked away with Laney in tow.

"Hey," He said hugging Claire as she returned the gesture. "Hey again, Claire." Laney said with a small smile on her face as she hugged Claire as well.

"You uh, you want to help me in the kitchen?" Peter asked

"You trying to escape?" Claire joked.

"I don't blame him if he is." Laney joked as well.

"As quickly as possible." Peter said dragging the two girls in the direction of the kitchen. "Hey guys why don't you take a break." He said patting the cooks on the back. "Thanks."

"Hey, where's your dad? I didn't see him out there." Peter said as he loosened his tie.

"Uh, I asked him not to come."

"Ah, you pissed?"

"You're not?"

"Oh, I am."

"Good, cause you're about the only person, who's on the same page as me. That's a hell of a lie."

"Trying to protect us."

"Yeah, that's fine. I get that, but I mean did they really think that they were gonna get away with it? Forever that we would just never find out? OW! Dammit!" Claire said cutting her finger.

"Let me see."

"It's not healing."

"I have the Haitian's power. Uh, sorry I'll turn it off."

"No, don't, don't."

"Let me find you a band-aid."

"A band-aid, I have not used a band-aid in forever. It's nice to feel pain. Feel normal."

"We're anything but normal."

"Ain't that the truth." Laney said as she held up a stick of old celery and turned it green once more.

"Mourning Nathan could not be more ordinary." Claire said as Laney set the celery down with a sad look on her face, Claire continued, "that's what we're here to do. To cut lemons and limes and remember that, stupid jerk. I can't believe he's gone. Oh, I hope he can find heaven because he was a terrible navigator. I mean for a guy who could fly."

"Why are you laughing? What's so funny?"

"He gave me endless grief for dating a guy who could fly. he said I had daddy issues, which I did."

"Whatever happened to that kid? What was his name?"

"West. He goes to N.Y.U. we're Facebook friends. It's nice telling stories. Makes it a little easier. What about you? You must have a million of 'em."

"I'm gonna take these out there." Peter said leaving Claire and Laney alone in the kitchen.

"It's still pretty hard for him." Laney chimed in.

"Yeah, I see that."

"Don't worry he'll come around. He just has a lot on his mind."

"How do you know Peter and Nathan?" Claire asked with sincere curiosity, "I mean you must have known them a while since—."

"Since middle school. I was in the same grade as Peter, we were friends all the way through college."

"Just friends?"

"Ok, in high school we started dating and dated all the way through college, till…"

"Till what?"

"I ran off. I was a design major, I wanted to design clothes, specifically I wanted to create my own clothes, so I ran away. A lot of major fashion was happening in L.A. so that's where I went."

"You just left?"

"Yeah, worst mistake I have ever made. Peter and Nathan both tried to stop me, but as Nathan said, 'she's so stubborn, she would argue that the sun was blue and the sky was yellow and believe it.' He was right." She laughed as she picked up the knife Peter had slammed down and began helping Claire.

"What about Peter?"

"Peter, he knew it was what I really wanted more than anything. He figured I deserved it after what all I had been through here."

"So why did you come back."

"I failed. I failed miserably, got into the bad side of things there. Got in some trouble and then my first ability developed, I could control gravity. I couldn't control it really, I was more afraid of it then anything. Peter, he had always been there for me no matter what happened or what I did."

"You went to him?"

"Not at first. I was scared, I wondered, 'What if he couldn't help me with this? What if it scared him more than it scared me?' Luckily, it didn't he knew what I was going through and he took me in, like he always did, I guess it will be something he always does. He cares, a lot for everyone around him. He always tries to be their hero, and now. Well now he can actually make it happen, he just fills his plate too much at times."

"Yeah, I've begun to notice that."

"Nathan was a lot more about himself, they both complimented each other well. Whatever was important to Peter though, Nathan always made sure it would be alright in the end. He did that a lot for us." Laney giggled at the memories in her head, "Everytime Peter and I wanted to go out, Nathan always covered for us. Angela didn't like me at all, I don't know why and still to this day don't. I don't even think Peter knows! Nathan always covered for us though. I got teased a lot in school to because I was an orphan and my grand mother wanted and thought I deserved a private school education. Peter and Nathan were both like my body guards I guess. When Peter wasn't there Nathan had my back more times then one."

Claire nodded and thought to herself, "he loves you, ya know."

"Yeah, I know, he loves everyone."

"No, you're different." Claire said as she walked out the door with a smile, "take care of him."

Laney nodded to herself and set the knife down as the chefs filed back into the kitchen. She headed out the door in search for Peter but was unable to find him, until she thought to herself. She made her way to the roof, knowing that's where he would be. "Peter?"

"I knew you would find me eventually."

"You tend to like roofs."

"Yeah, I know." He said listening closer to the radio scanner. "I gotta go."

"Peter," Laney said grabbing the back of his jacket, "I think you know the drill by now."

Peter nodded at her and grabbed her hand leading her over to the fire escape, "you gonna be able to keep up?" He said as he began to climb down.

Laney took off her shoes and ripped the length of lace below the black mini dress that was under it, "I think I know more about climbing than you do." She began to make her way down as well, following him to an office building, where they found a woman shot in the leg.

"I need you to keep breathing, just breathe." Peter said as he began to try to help the woman.

"Peter." Laney said getting his attention and pointing in front of them.

"Claire, what are you doing here?"

"I followed you. What the hell do you think you're doing?" Claire said making her way over to them.

"Claire, I'm helping, and so are you. Come here. Give me your hand. Put it right on that, right there, don't move. Claire, this is Wendy."

"Hey," the injured woman forced out as she grabbed onto Laney's hand.

"Hi." Claire returned to her with a concerned look on her face.

"Don't worry about the blood, just keep the pressure on, okay? And don't move."

"Wendy, what you say this guys name was?"

"Uh, Adam Malamut, he got fired and then he just went crazy."

"Just relax, I'll take care of it." Peter said nodding to Laney as she got up to stand next to him

"Peter, you can't do this." Claire said

"It's a little late for that."

"Peter, wait. Why are you doing this?"

"Cause I need to be more than a Band-Aid, Claire." Peter said walking away, as Laney nodded to Claire letting her know it would be ok. Peter and Laney both hid in the office waiting for the man to return and knowing he would.

"Who the hell are you?" He said with his gun pointed at Claire.

"Don't worry about her. You just keep that gun pointed right at me."

"You work here?"

"No, I'm just like you. Having a bad day. The worst, in fact. You see, I just buried my brother. He was murdered and if that's not bad enough. I had to stage his death, like I'm some kind of mobster or spy, but I'm not. I'm just some kid from New York City and now everyone expects me to shake hands and pretend like everything's normal, but it's not it's far from that."

"Why are you telling me this, man?"

"Because I understand where you're at right now. You want to punish the people that have hurt you. I know what that feels like. I want to torture the guy that murdered my brother, I want to make him scream. That's all I can think about, but I'm trying to be hopeful. I'm trying to be strong, even though I feel myself slipping. Look, I promised my brother that I'd be a hero, don't make me a liar. Not today." Peter said reaching for the gun calmly, Laney stuck her head out from under a desk to see the man pull the trigger, her thoughts filled with agony as everything in the room lifted from the ground except Peter, Claire, Wendy and herself. "Peter," she shouted over and over again between the sobs as she made her way over to him. Grabbing him and pulling him into her lap. "Peter?" She asked looking at the oozing wound in his shoulder.

"Laney, drop it." He forced out as the footsteps of the cops and paramedics made their way down the hall. Everything dropped back into its same place, except the gunman as the police flooded in securing him.

After the paramedics made their way to Wendy, Laney found herself in Claire's grasp as the paramedics were putting Peter on a stretcher. Claire and Laney walked out and stood beside him as they waited for the commotion to settle.

"Hurt's every time." Peter said as Claire and Laney held his hands.

"Well, it's suppose too. That's what happens when you take a bullet." Claire joked causing a laugh to escape Peter as Laney walked away for a moment to gather herself.

Laney turned around to see Claire allowing Peter to absorb her powers and hung her head as she walked back over.

"I'm not always gonna be here to be your personal safety net."

She watched as Peter sat up completely fine and the anger on Claire's face still left evident.

"Then I guess this is a good ability to hang on to."

"And even if you do, then what? Huh? What kind of life is this? Human pin cushion."

"If I keep moving? If I just act on instinct, then I don't have time to think." Peter said getting up to leave.

"About Nathan?" Claire asked stopping him. "Nathan would be so pissed at you right now. Lying to yourself, lying to us. You're not honoring his memory. You're avoiding it."

Laney moved to put her hand on Peter's shoulder nodding to him in agreement with Claire.

"If I think about it, then it's real. If I mourn, then it's real." Peter hung his head trying to fight back the grief in his throat, "I miss him." He looked back up at Claire tears in his eyes.

"I know. Me too." Claire said as she wrapped her arms around him.

Peter, Claire, and Laney made there way back to the roof top, they all sat there staring at the cityscape in front of them.

"I like it better up here than down there."

"I have a love-hate relationship with rooftops. You gonna go back tonight?"

"Yeah, we got school tomorrow. Unless you want me to stay, which I can."

"No, I'm cool."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I'm fine."

"Cause I've gotta trust you, can't have you lying to me. Not you."

"I'll always be honest with you, I promise. Strange request, um your old boyfriend."

"West."

"Could you, call him for me?"

"Yeah. Why?"

Peter smirked at Claire and grabbed Laney's hand. "I just need to do it one more time."

Claire nodded and went to call West.

"I'm sorry." Peter said tightening his grip on Laney's hand.

"For what?"

"For making you worry about me, making you think that…"

"I know I wasn't gonna lose you, Peter." She said smiling as her eyes lit up from the lights of the city. "You remember when my grandmother died, what you said to me?"

"I said," he sighed, "I said I'll never leave you. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

She turned to him with a smile on her face, "Yeah, well ditto."

"What?"

"Ditto. You remember who said that?"

He hung his head and chuckled a bit before returning to her gaze, "Nathan."

"You both had my back for so long and no matter how much I try, you never let me have your's." She grabbed his other hand and squeezed it tight, "but Peter I've always had your back, even if you were too stubborn to admit it." She chuckled as she dropped his hands and turned her attention back to the city, smiling as the breeze whipped through her hair, "Seems to me the stubborn boot made a complete turn around and kicked you in the butt, Petrelli."

He nodded and chuckled taking in the sight of the city lights bouncing off her face. "Yeah, I think you're right."

As West showed up, Peter absorbed his flying ability and watched as him and Claire left. He pulled out a picture of him and Nathan and stared at it for a while as Laney finally decided to put her shoes back on. He looked back at her and held out his hand, "you ready?"

She nodded and grabbed his hand, "Always."

He hovered and then took his final flight in honor of Nathan with Laney in his arms.