Be My Escape Nine:
Author's Note: I'm back, sorry for the late update, I'm just having trouble writing...anything but I'm going now. Please point out errors I'll fix them, I'm betaless for now.
"What?" She was still in shock, "What I did is totally not normal Zach, I'm...a...,"
"A freak, so?" He shrugged his shoulders.
"Why aren't you freaked out about this?"
"Because… I don't know…because I thought you were seriously hurt, and it just makes sense to be more relieved that you are okay then freaked out that you are not."
"Ok—ay, I...," She thought for a second what he said made sense but still…she should be dead.
"Claire, you need to relax."
"I just..." She felt like she was falling.
"Sit down," He commanded as he pulled out one of the Kitchen table chairs.
"Now, breath,"
Zach stares at her, and Claire is in complete disbelief. "I...just..." She looked at her hand it was completely healed, no broken bones or anything.
"It is okay, so you're a freak, whatever been one my whole life I'm actually less miserable than you."
"I'm not miserable,"
"Jackie is your best friend and she almost killed you. What is there to be miserable to be about?" Sarcasm was obviously laced in that statement
"Okay, I get your point, but now I'm a freak on top of it,"
"Yep,"
"Are you trying to fatting me up?" Mohinder asked as he took another bite. Eden had come over quite frequently to his father's apartment to fed them…well his father was often at work when she had arrived.
"Yes," Eden replied, "I will make you so fat that you can't go on airplane and will be force to stay here with m…your father," She corrected herself quickly. Damn it, I'm falling for this guy and he has probably got a whole life at home, but it is part of my job if he falls for me he won't leave. Who cares if I happened to enjoy it too?
"I don't know, I have rather high metabolism,"
"Well, can't blame a girl for trying," She stuck a fork in her dish, "Are you going anytime soon?"
"No, I have taken your advice into consideration and have decided to stay for awhile. I'm considering work."
"Well, if you want," Eden's fork had danced on her plate, "I might know a place you could work at, it is an office job but it is in one of the most prominate industries in medical and scientific study, Winnburg,"
"I believe I have heard of that company they developed new flu vaccine."
"Yes, I think so. I don't know much about science, but I do have a friend that works there and I thought it might be a better fit…"
"Than driving a taxi," He filled in for her. He really had not approved of his father's choice of job, but as his degree was worth nothing in America, so what much more could his father do.
"Yeah, I worry about your father, sometimes people are crazy."
"I do as well, but he won't quit, just like he won't quit his research until he is satisfied that his conclusions are false."
"Yeah, your father is stubborn. I think I mentioned that before."
"I believe more than once. Can I inquire something?"
"Yes," She felt herself getting close even though her body had not moved as his eyes looked right into hers.
"I was curious as to what you do besides work for my father. I doubt he pays you enough to even afford rent," He smashed a roach, "in this place."
"Well, I work for a paper company, I work at the branch here as an assistant. It really isn't too much different than what I do for your father, though I find I like working for your father better."
"Really, I find him a bit difficult but perhaps because I'm his son."
"Perhaps, Mohinder,"
"Yes?"
"Do you have someone back home?"
"I have friends,"
"No I mean like a girlfriend,"
"I see, I had someone but we are no more as she was not happy with my decision to stay in America for awhile."
"I see, so…I" her lips found themselves near to his.
"Yes," He had not moved his away, if anything maybe a little forward.
She was about to taste his lips when…. "It's incredible!" a voice broke through their special moment.
"Yes father?" Mohinder asked as he moved his head away.
"I have met with a Brian and he has an ability, a real ability he can move objects at will, telekinesis. We found someone!"
"What?" Mohinder was surprised, Eden tried to fake it, but she was not surprised it was a matter of time before he found one.
"Wow, really? Will I get to meet him?" She asked.
"Are you sure it isn't some kind of trick?" Mohinder inquired, in complete disbelief that his father actually found someone.
"You will see for yourself, both of you. He is coming over this afternoon."
Virginia had noticed a change in her son. It was not obvious, it was only something a mother could possible notice. He seemed…happier, and she herself should have been happy with that. And she was. At first.
Her son, whom she loved dearly, had not seem to have smile a real one in such a long time. When he came home last time, his eyes framed his smile. It was a sincere grin that warmed her heart so much.
"Did something good happen today? Like perhaps a job offer or something?" she wondered. What else could it have possibly been? What else would have caused him to grin like that? It seemed she had forgotten the times when he was young, the things that had made him smile; however soon she would be reminded of what or who.
His face faltered. "No, Mother. How was your day?"
She frowned. He had such a nice grin, much like his mother's and she frowned even more. Why was she thinking of that horrid woman? That woman who had done such treason, and she was probably the reason why Gabriel never lived up to his potential. That woman had him for the first years of his life. She hated her for several reasons, but most of all, she hated Madeline Gray for that. She shook her head.
"It was fine, dear. I really want to know what happened with you." She smiled brightly, "Please tell me."
"Nothing special. I worked at the shop. I suppose I am pleased that I will have some extra money for you, Mother." It was because the extra help that Claire offered on weekdays, she did not have practice and the fact more people had stopped by now that she was the cashier, people really do enjoy buying things from a pretty face.
It was partially true that he was happy because he could finally please his mother, but really the world was just better because he had a friend. He wanted to share that wonderful fact with his mother, but he was aware—and afraid—she would not understand. She seemed to believe success was the only way to obtain happiness. Once upon time, he believed that too. Still did, somewhat. But now he was starting to believe he could be happy without success, that he did not have to feel so miserable or ordinary anymore.
Claire saw something in him. He did not know what, but that seemed more than enough to make him feel delight.
His mother's eyes lit up and he returned with a smile of his own. "Oh that's wonderful." She had figured that had to be it, but she had not clue how wrong she was.
Much to her dismay, he began to spend even more time in that shop, and while he became happier as each day passed, and as much as she was pleased with his happiness, she could not understand why he spent obscene amounts at that horrid shop, or why that made him so pleased.
Hiro found himself very fond of Charlie. She was smart, beautiful, and she could speak his language. He had never met anyone like before. She was nothing like the girls in Japan. She sat a plate of waffles in front of him.
"Here you go,"
He bowed, "Thank you,"
"Ah, your learning English," She smiled. "So I have today off, what do you boys want to do?" She stab a fork into her omelet.
He went back to speaking Japanese, "I don't know, Ando wishes to stay on the computer as much as possible." He looked over to where his friend had fallen sleep on the couch which is near the computer.
"Well then, you and I are going to have to find us ourselves something to do," She started to reach for Hiro's plate, but he held his hand up.
"No, you work at work, not at home, let me." He took his plate and hers, brought it to the sink and washed them.
"You don't have do that, just like you don't have to clean my house. I can take care of it myself."
"I know, but I can help as well and you have done so much let me do this small favor."
Charlie smiled, and that's what he was really doing these let things for, "Alright, who am I deny a gentlemen his rights to be one."
"Well, I got you temporary custody of Molly, we haven't had any luck find any relatives," Aubrey explained as she made her way down the hall. "I think she'll be more of help me when she is at home, maybe she think about something other than being scared."
"I hope so," he replied.
"Yeah, so here we go," She opened the door and immediately Molly had ran out and gave Mr. Parkman a hug.
"My hero!" She cried and gripped him tightly as stood there shaken. I'm scared, I'm scared, they wouldn't stop asking questions. I want to go home.
"It's alright, we been looking for your family." Matt explained, "Meanwhile you will being staying with Jancie and me, until we do. Alright."
She gazed up him and nodded her head, "You know how to protect me from the dragons." He patted her back.
"Yep, Janice and I will take care of the dragons, we know the right potiolns." Aubrey raised a brow and Matt leaned over.
"Just food dye and water, whatever works right." He explained and the F.B.I. agent just smiled for a moment.
"So why don't you take her home and I'll pick you up in hour. There are a couple contacts I'm wanting to check out."
"Okay, I'll see you in awhile." He escorted Molly out while Aubrey went toward down the hall. Why are all the good ones already taken? He was a little surprised and stopped. Molly gazed upward, once he caught her gaze he smiled reassuringly at her. "Everything is alright, I just remembered something. Let's go home, your bear is waiting for you. He has been out for you all day."
"He can't talk," She looked up at him in dismay with her arms crossed as they made their way toward the car.
"I can read minds," He replied.
She thought about for a moment, "What he say?"
"That he missed you and he wanted some honey or something,"
"Nuh-uh, he doesn 't like honey,"
Matt scratched his head, "Maybe that was the other bear,"
"Another bear?"
"Yep, there is another bear waiting at home just for you."
"Really?" She clapped her hands. He took her hand and they headed out to the car.
Gabriel looked up at the clock it would be a few more hours and than Claire would arrive. He had become one of those people that count down the minutes someone comes home. He was extremely attach to her and nothing was going to stop what he had felt for her, now. He watched as a blond made her way toward him and was disappointed to find she was much too slender and petite to be Claire.
Elle was not too sure about this job still, but she would do anything to please daddy, so struts up to the counter in a womanly grace, "Hi," She greeted and she sat a pie in front of him, "Do you remember me?"
"I do not recall," he answered.
Elle stood there and felt kind of like an idiot and Noah who whispered in her ear was not helping it, "Remind him."
"Fine, uh, you know you fix my car the other day,"
"Yes, oh? I am not good with names, but I do remember. I see you got home alright, if you don't mind I have worked to do." If he went in the back he would not stare at the clock and time would seem to go by faster.
"Be persistent, you need him to start accepting you, and so far he is just ignoring you."
"I know," She growled slightly.
"If you are aware, then please leave, unless you have an order to make,"
"Now why don't you call me Elle? I brought this pie for you, don't you think it would be rude not to accept it,"….
"I believe it would be unprofessional...,"
"You had not made a watch for me. You fixed my car, and I'm just trying to be a good…person by giving you something in thanks."
"Well, you have so just leave it and go,"
"Now…"
"Just leave," Noah commanded, "You are not going to make more progress than that today, he knows who you are now."
"Well, I guess I'll see you around," She waved goodbye and for the first time Gabriel looked up at her. She had a lovely smile, but it seemed fake when compare to Claire's.
She practically stumped toward the van, "I don't get why it didn't work, ugh."
"He isn't like any man he doesn't just fall for a pretty face. You will have to show him you have depth, something I had hope we wouldn't have to deal with."
"Are you saying I don't have depth,"
"You know you don't," Noah countered as he shut down the equipment in the van. "Time to go,"
"Asshole," She muttered as she made her way to the passenger seat.
"We are going have to regroup, and come up with a better plan. You are going to have to appear… even more innocent than you do. That I believe will be quite a challenge."
After Noah had gotten done with Elle he made his way toward level one where they were keeping Isaac Mendez. Eden had just arrived, "Where have you been?"
"I was working on my other job," She replied as she pressed the code in for the room. "I believe that Mohinder is going to be staying awhile. Dr. Suresh found someone,"
"I'm not surprised,"
"Shouldn't we be concern?"
"No, we use the doctors to find the ones we can't. Anyway, right now my concern is finding out how to get Isaac to use his ability without the drugs we need him to see what is going to happen."
"You know I looked over the assignment logs and this was not one of them. This isn't something Angela setup is it?" She asked.
"I don't know what you are getting at, but if you know what's best for you. You will do as your told."
"Why? What could you possibly do to me?" Eden looked right into his eyes. She had known Gabriel was up to something, but she had not a clue what, but she also figured it was not exactly in Angela's plan.
"Eden, if you want to play the dumb card you need to be dumb to the certain events going on," Noah replied.
She understood in a instance, he wanted her help, but he could not tell her what it was, if he was going to keep her out of much trouble as possible, "Just tell me one thing, is this to protect Claire?"
"Everything I do is to protect my family." She smiled as she walked into the room. There lied Isaac in a puddle of sweat, and a pile of paints. Eden quickly grabbed a towel from the small bathroom to wipe away the sweat.
Noah looked over to the white canvas in great disappointment. He had not be able to paint one single clue, not a single one…nothing to indicate what was going to happen next to his daughter.
"I need drugs," Isaac pleaded, "If you want to know what happens next, I need drugs."
"No," Eden said, "You are going to do without the drugs."
"I can't," Isaac retorted.
"You will," Noah commanded as he went behind to the pile of paintings and pulled out a particular one, "You are going to save her life." It was his precious daughter lying in a pool of blood and over her body stood the watchmaker, Gabriel Gray.
Peter held onto the handle above his head as he watched the blurs passed by. He thought about recent events. His mind flowing back to the afternoon of soft touches and gentle caress and heavy desire, and that brought him back to the moment before. Where Simone stood outside of his apartment staring at him:
"Peter, I…I"
"Simone I thought you were still with Isaac,"
"I…I'm…I can't be with him anymore,"
"O-kay,"
"Peter I'm not sure what is happening between us, but I'm think I would like to find out." She leaned in for a kiss and he took it.
It was wonderful but something jerked him away from his daydream as he realized that all the blurs had stopped, everything had stopped. He stared up at a Japanese man with a sword.
"Peter, you look different without your scar," The man noted, "I have message for you."
"Who are you?"
"You will find out soon enough, but for now remember Save the Cheerleader, Save the World. She is the only on e that can stop the events from unfolding but also remember…" Suddenly he gasped, "Charlie!" with that name he disappeared.
"What else am I…." He watched as the world started up again, "to remember,"
Author's Commentary: Not my best but writing has been hard lately. Everyone keeps telling me it will come back, but I love it so much.