"Momma? Where's daddy?"

We hadn't been gone long, running away from two lovers that turned out to be one in the same, before his eyes opened wide (the ones that are mine all the way through) and asked for the man he called 'daddy' rather then the name I'd just come to know him as 'Sylar'.

"He's right here, Noah."

Like many times before he found me faster then all the rest (as if I have a tracking device in my skull, where his fingers traced a line) but unlike those times, those times where I thought, with a school girl's brain, that I loved the monster but that was crushed in a matter of seconds on a sandy beach.

(all thanks to information I had never known, two sadistic son of a bitches, and loving a serial killer)

"Son of a bitch."

-

One Year Ago:

Everything happened so fast one moment I've got my puppy-love smile on while kissing the man I thought I loved (and as always with me it turns sour) then instead of being the man I loved he turned into the monster that I had only know him as back in the day and I was on his list of kills.

(that lists only grows each hour of every day, starting up again after me)

But instead of finding myself in the pits of hell (only to find daddy waiting for me), where I know I deserve to finish my days in, I find myself very much alive and kicking with a familiar face as my savior, and not one I had hoped to see anytime soon.

"Adam? Why, why did you save me?"

It was a sign, one that came with brains, blood, and rebirth, to shake the serial killer off of my back (and away from my lips) and become the good person that Noah Bennet had always said I was even when it was clear that I was too far gone, and this whole life-changing event happened because of someone even worse then me.

"I have more then one reason to save little old you, Bishop. One, you plus me equals hot, it always has. Two, I was feeling like the miserable sod I know I am so I decided to do something good and this to me seemed to be the perfect time. Three, I got to save two lives instead of just one, I got to save the baby your going to have."

When the last reason came out of his lips (those two pink things that had given me my very first kiss), it was clear that I had know for a long time about the small Bishop that had started to grow in me, but instead of thinking he was the son of my murder (mine and his) all I knew was that he was mine and mine alone.

"Thank you, Adam, thank you so freaking much."

-

Present

"Ouch, is that anyway to greet your husband?"

"Your not my husband, Sylar, and no way in hell am I your wife or ever will be."

Each finger tip was dying to light up, become blue glowing sticks and burn him up, but the safety of the child that was tucked in my arms outweighed the need to make him cry out in pain.

(outweighed all my hate that was ready to come boiling out)

All my options were gone, can't run, can't fight, and can't call on anyone to help me (after Adam on the Villain hate list is me) or so I though because before Sylar could whisk me away and make the whole delusional 'husband/wife' thing real (make us into one angry family in the blink of an eye) we were being taken from the battle scene by not-so friendly face.

"Peter? What the hell are you doing?"

"Saving the damsel in distress, even if she might not like it."

And this would be the first time that I wanted Peter to be here (besides the time with our lips and the breaking of hearts) rather then off being beaten till the point of death, which once again he's never going have.

"Oh, you wrong there, super-boy, she likes it very much."