Chapter Note: Everyone you're comments were so moving!! I just couldn't wait to get another chapter up here! This chapter was my favorite to write so far. Mostly because the Dreamer is my favorite character. Go Peter!! Well I hope everyone enjoys reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Chapter 2: The Dreamer

Peter stared out the window. The night sky and beautifully stunning stars captivated him. He shut his eyes tightly and had the strangest sensation. He felt wind whipping through his hair. He opened his eyes and gasped. He was flying over New York City.

Suddenly something happened. He felt the sensation of falling. He tried to fly again, but nothing worked. He saw the ground coming up to meet him, fast! Fear plunged deeply into his heart. He felt a scream release itself from his throat. He was feet from the ground…and…

WAM! Peter sat straight up. He stared into the darkness around him; his breath coming in fast gulps and his heart pounding full speed. He was on the floor of his room, his covers wrapped around his leg. He realized that he had fallen out of bed.

Suddenly the light came on. Peter's eyes took a minute to get used to the unexpected illumination. He saw his brother standing at the door, pale faced from fear.

"A dream?" Nathan barely breathed the words.

"I was flying Nathan! Then…I fell…"

"It was just a dream." The color returned to Nathan's face.

"No…it felt so rea…" Peter stopped mid sentences as a pillow came flying and hit him in the head. "What?"

"Never do that again!" Nathan growled. He was about to say more when something outside the window caught his eye. An ambulance!?

"What is it?" Peter asked fear rising in him again.

"Stay here Pete." Nathan used his best commanding voice, and then ran down the steps. The front door was wide open. Nathan could make out the ambulance's lights flashing, casting strange shadows on the floor. The paramedic's were pushing a stretcher. Someone was laying on it, and though Nathan couldn't make out the person's features he still knew. Nathan looked around and saw his mother, her face streaked with tears.

"He's gona be ok," Nathan said, he couldn't tell if he was trying to convince her or himself.

"Stay with your brother." She sobbed and headed out the door. She climbed into the ambulance beside the stretcher. Nathan watched the paramedic's close the door and drive off.

"What happened?" Peter asked from the stairs.

"Dad." Nathan replied with out even looking at his brother.

The night passed slowly for the two brothers, since neither could fall asleep. Peter found himself pacing between the window and the phone, hoping one would soon answer his heart's questions. Nathan sat on the sofa lost in his own thoughts. Neither of them said a word all night.

Peter leaned his head against the window. It felt cold on his forehead, but not as cold as his heart. He put his hand on his heart to make sure it was still beating. The feeling of falling was back, but this time he could feel the solid ground under his feet. He braced himself against the window.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, Peter watched dawn creep slowly into the sky. He leaned against the wall and let himself slide down to the floor. His eye lids felt heavy, but he barely noticed them shut.

He opened his eyes slowly and he marveled. The room was gone; in its place was a New York City skyline. He looked down. He was standing on the roof of a seventeen story building, on the very edge of that roof. The ground seemed so far away, but he felt no fear. He lifted his foot to step off and…

RING! Peter woke up with a start. He was back in the big room of his house. Only now he was standing. He could feel beads of sweat on his forehead, and his heart was pounding again. Nathan glanced at his brother curiously as he answered his ceil phone.

Nathan spoke quickly and Peter couldn't take any of it in. It took him until Nathan got of the phone to remember what was going on.

"Is Dad ok?" Peter asked the sinking feeling of worry hovered over him like a storm cloud.

"He wouldn't be in the hospital if he was ok!" Nathan snapped. His exhaustion turning into misplaced aggravation. Peter recoiled from the attack and turned back to the window. "Get dressed we're going to the hospital." Nathan instructed as he headed up the stairs.

Peter rubbed his hand over his arm. The long white hallway was cool, but not cold. Yet Peter still shivered. He looked at his brother; or rather his brother's back. Nathan was three strides ahead of him. Neither had said a word the whole ride there, but Peter was glad for the silence. He wasn't sure he could have spoken if he wanted too.

Ahead of him Nathan stopped and turned to a door. Peter could now see the anxiety he felt written across his brother's face as well. Nathan pushed open the door and they went in. They came into a large waiting room where their mother waited for them. Wordlessly she came to them and hugged them both in turn.

"This way," She whispered, as if speaking any louder would shatter the room. She led them back to their father's room.

Their father lay on the hospital bed, in a fairly comfortable room. His face was nearly as pale as the sheets.

Nathan went straight to their father's side, but Peter stayed glued to the spot right inside the door. He studied his father and felt the cold feeling return to where his heart should have been. He quivered from the sheer intensity of this feeling, or lack there of. It felt like a dream, more so even than the ones he had had that night. He felt like he was watching it all unfold from a distance, just a mere on-looker…

"It will just be until I can get my feet under me again," Mrs. Petrelli said as if arguing her case before a judge. Nathan tossed a well folded t-shirt into his suitcase and nodded. "It will be like…a vacation of sorts."

"…a vacation where we have to work and go to school," Peter retorted. He leaned against the door frame of Nathan's room. Nathan glared at him, Peter had been so surly since the day at the hospital and it was getting on his last nerve. Their mother stood and walked over to Peter putting her arms around him, this always had a way of melting even Peter's current bad mood.

"It will be fine. I just need to be with your father right now," She said softly. Peter pulled away and headed back to his room. Nathan sighed. Their father still wasn't out of the hospital, and might not be for some time. So their mother was sending them to their Grandmother. They were leaving the busy New York life and moving way out into the country. They had already transferred to the school there, and would start on Monday. They were finishing up their packing to leave that day. Nathan wasn't looking forward to the trip for several reasons. First he really didn't like to be in a car for four hours, and second he wasn't excited about being stuck with Peter for that long. They hadn't been close in years, but their relationship was strained, at best, these days.

Nathan glanced over at his brother. They had been driving an hour and Peter hadn't said anything.

"You can't ignore me forever." Nathan said, in an attempt to sound lighthearted.

"Dad has a strange heart condition," Peter blurted suddenly. Nathan began to answer and then shut his mouth quickly. In his surprise at the bluntness of the statement he had almost said things he shouldn't.

"Ya I guess it is," He answered instead, matter-of-factly. Peter didn't push the issue and silence passed over the car again.

Peter glanced out the window, and stared up at the white clouds and blue sky. The sky seemed to mock his pain with its beauty. He shut his eyes and leaned against the window.

When he opened them he again stood on the tall New York building. He walked to the edge and looked down. His heart seemed to come up to his throat. He saw his father falling quickly toward the pavement below. Without a second thought Peter jumped off the ledge and fell towards his father. He felt the wind around him as he picked up momentum. He forced himself to fall fast. He felt himself push off the air as if it were solid. He was flying! But this time he was flying toward the ground. He was flying, but the ecstasy that normally accompanied it was not in him.

He reached his hand out toward his father. Peter had to get to him in time. He was close, but not close enough…

"Peter!" Nathan's rough shake startled Peter from this nightmare. Peter could feel the cold sweat again on his forehead and his heart was again pounding full speed, but this time there was a new feeling. Deep heartfelt dread!

Nathan shook his brother again, to rid him of the remainder of his sleep. He studied his brother's face and wasn't happy with what he saw. Terror played across Peter's features.

"It was a dream Pete." Nathan said in the most reassuring voice he could muster.

"Dad was falling…and I couldn't save him…I couldn't save him." Peter's terror turned into sobs. Nathan put his hand on Peter's shoulder hoping that would make up for his lack of anything to say. Peter may not have known the truth about their father, but as Nathan was now sure, he had come pretty close to guessing it.

"We're here." Nathan said after a few minutes, anxious to get past this moment. Peter gave a weak nod and turned to the window. The house was large and made of beautiful bricks, which were covered in long vines of ivy. It had a quaint beauty to it that made it picturesque.

Nathan got out of the car first and Peter reluctantly followed. Their grandmother stood at the door beaming at them. She was tall, elegant and despite her age she was still one of the most beautiful women Peter had ever seen. Her long gray hair was pulled back into a refined bun, but a few curly locks escaped it. Her eyes were hazel and gentle, but held a depth in them gained from years of life experience. Her name was Victoria, which seemed very befitting to this strong, graceful woman. However, they always had referred to her as Gran.

Nathan went up and gave her a warm hug. It had been ages since they had seen her and the elation of the moment stole the edge off his sorrow.

Peter still stood by the car unable to bring him self fully out of the dream. Fear was crashing down around him, making it hard to breathe.

Gran noticed his hesitation. She glided towards him, a vision of grace even at her age. She read his features, and saw the pain and fear written in his eyes. She didn't bother him with taxing questions, but instead swept him into her arms. Peter found his fear giving way to grief. Despite himself and his attempts to be strong he broke down, sobbing into her shoulder.

After Thoughts: So I hope everyone enjoyed that chapter! Chapter 3 is currently in the works so it will be awhile before I can update. Thanks again everyone for your comments.

And to all of those who have guessed so far as to who will be next to enter, this next chapter will answer that question. Several more characters enter in chap 3. So keep on guessing.