Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes. That belongs to NBC and Tim Kring.
A/N: OK, so I may just totally be recycling an old idea, but I'm not sure. So I'm gonna write this anyways, enjoy!
Angela watched Gabriel through the glass. It wasn't fair, she thought sourly. Nothing in her life ended up as perfect as she'd planned. Not her career, not her marriage, and definitely not her children.
First, there had been Gabriel – or Sylar, as he insisted on being called. He'd been perfect. Power hungry, ruthless, and unwilling to let anyone or anything stand in his way. He'd been like a model of Angela, down to the last greedy cell. But her husband – the idiot – had declared Angela's baby boy too dangerous, and had sent him away to live with that stupid, naïve woman – Virginia Gray, even the name was derogatory – not letting him have any contact with Angela. She'd been forced to watch from the outside, like an observer. Forced to hide her triumphant smirks each time her boy gained a new ability, each time he fooled someone into thinking he was harmless. Because he was anything but that.
Nathan had come next, as handsome and as charismatic as his father. He was the kind of boy who stood away from a fight, watching, or – if the victim was anyone he knew – he might run and get the principal, but heaven forbid he get his own hands dirty. To Nathan, money was vital, as was fame. Not so much power, as Angela had hoped, but he certainly did care about the status quo. He was weak minded, and it was almost too easy for Angela to use him to get what she wanted. But then – to her horror – Nathan had begun to think on his own, and to realize that not all the things he'd been doing in the past were as good as they'd appeared. Horrifyingly, he'd renounced his claim to be a senator and had instead started doing good things, the likes of which made Angela shudder. The glimpses of power she'd had with him were gone.
And then there was Peter. Everything about him made Angela seethe. He was just so…..so good, like a knight in shining armor! Peter was the kind of boy who'd come home countless days with black eyes, bruises, and the all too familiar note, about how Peter, a skinny third grader, had taken on all three of the sixth grade bullies because – as Peter put it – they "were hurting another kid, and someone needed to stop it." Angela had suppressed a gag each time these vile words had spewed from her son's mouth. She'd tried to tell him that if he didn't step in, he wouldn't get hurt the way he had. He'd just stared at her with those dark eyes and responded "but the other kid would have, Mom."
Sometimes she hated him. She'd made up her mind that because Peter didn't want to control things and rule things that he was weak and pathetic. But the truth was that Peter had more strength than any of his brothers. As Charles Deveaux had said, Peter had the ability to love unconditionally. Angela had slapped him and told him to shut up, that Peter was powerless and that his older brother had more potential in his left toe than Peter did in his entire body. And when she'd gone home that night – and many nights after that – she'd shivered at the mere thought of how powerful Peter was. Because if he decided to do something, there was nothing Angela Petrelli could do to stop it.
Angela looked up as she saw Future Peter walk up. He looked through the glass at his brother Gabriel and Angela saw something flash in his eyes that terrified her: Righteous Anger. No matter what anyone did, Peter would make Sylar pay for all the horrible things he'd done. Angela shuddered. It wasn't fair.
There you go! My first Heroes fanfiction! Enjoy, and please give me constructive criticism if you have any!