Disclaimer: I don't own these characters and no matter how much I wish I did, it's not going to happen. :(

Author's Note: Oh no, I watched Heroes last night and saw that Sylar has ice powers! I guess I should go check on Sam and make sure he's alright, lol. I wasn't sure whether I'd be able to post this today because I've been sick most of this week but thankfully I started to feel better last night and feel almost 100 today! Yay. Anyway (ha, those last three words rhymed, lol) here's the new chapter. Enjoy. Oh yeah and thanks once again for your reviews, you have no idea what they mean to me :)

Summary: Nathan tries yet again to convince Abby is only after Peter's money yet again.

Spark

Chapter Six

The morning light hit Nathan Petrelli's computer as it rose with the new day. Nathan had stayed up the whole night; calling around to anyone he thought could help him, trying to get information on Abigail Harris. It had finally paid off a little before dawn and his contact had emailed him her file, her police record. He was determined to prove to Peter that she couldn't be trusted.

Sitting back with a cup of coffee, Nathan read over the record, a small smile playing on his face. He had everything he needed to prove to Peter that he was right. Abby Harris was not someone to be trusted and the proof was right in front of him. With his smile growing larger he clicked the print button and slid over to his printer. As soon as the first page came out he picked it up and stared at the mug shot that had been printed. With a small chuckle he put the first page down and waited for the others to print.

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Sunlight streamed through Peter's bedroom window, waking him up. Peter groaned and pulled his comforter over his head, trying to block the light out. Suddenly he realised he could smell something, something delicious. He sat up and sniffed around, trying to place what the heavenly smell was. Realising it was coffee and pancakes he got up, intrigued, and went to his door. He opened it slightly and peered out. The sight that greeted him surprised him.

Abby was standing at the stove, making pancakes. Claude was back and was sitting at the table with a stack of pancakes in front of him and the invisible man was gobbling them down. Claire sat across from Claude eating her own smaller stack of pancakes. Peter wasn't sure whether Claire could see Claude or not but either way she appeared to be talking to him.

The night before, Claire had pleaded to stay over for the night. Peter had said no at first but Abby had convinced him to let the younger girl stay. Claire had slept in her old bed and Abby had slept on the floor next to the bed with a couple of pillows, a blanket and a comforter. All night long he'd heard Abby's voice talking through the wall and Claire's giggles. It had seemed a bit like a teenager's sleepover and even though he'd hardly gotten any sleep because of it he was glad that the two were getting along so well.

Seeing Abby place a new stack of pancakes on a plate, Peter left his room, not wanting to miss out on this miraculous event. He'd been living with Abby for a while now and he'd never seen her cook, he wasn't going to miss out on it by sleeping. As soon as he left his bedroom the other three looked up at him. At first he'd been confused as to why Claude was snickering, why Claire was giggling and trying to look anywhere but at him and why Abby couldn't seem to stare at anything other than him, a look he could only describe as hungry on her face, but it had clicked when he felt a breeze drift across his body. The night before he'd been a little hot and had only slept in boxers, which is what he was currently only wearing. With a blush he'd quickly dashed back into his room to get dressed, hearing all three of the others laughing out loud at him.

A few minutes later he emerged again, fully clothed with a blush still staining his cheeks. Without a word he sat in the empty space at the table, pleased to see pancakes already set out for him and a mug of steaming coffee next to them. He picked up his utensils and started eating, trying to ignore the others. At first the others were silent but then Claire cracked, laughter coming out of her pursed lips and infecting the other two, making them laugh too. Peter rolled his eyes at them but his blush deepened.

"Shut up, it wasn't that funny." Claire wiped her eyes, appearing to be crying, and shook her head.

"Oh yes it was, Peter. You had bunnies on your boxers." This only made her laugh more. Peter groaned.

"Okay, okay, so maybe it was funny." Claire gave him an 'oh der' look through her giggles. "But do you really have to keep laughing about it? I wouldn't laugh at you if it happened to one of you guys." Claire started calming down in her laughter. Claude snorted.

"That's because it wouldn't happen to me. I always remember to put pants on before entering a room and even if I didn't, they still wouldn't have cute little bunny pictures on them." Peter glared at the invisible man.

"You were looking that closely that you thought they were cute?" Claire burst out laughing again at her uncle's comment and Peter smirked at Claude. The invisible man simply snorted, as though the suggestion was ludicrous, but refused to say anything more on the subject.

"Really Peter, bunnies?" Abby was laughing at him but Peter smirked at her.

"Do you really want me to get started on how you were looking at me, Miss High-And-Mighty?" That shut her up quick. Peter smirked more. "Anyway, I only came out here like... that because I was so shocked to see you at the stove, cooking." Abby rolled her eyes.

"Oh please, you think that just 'cause I haven't cooked before now means I can't? I just didn't want to start doin it too early makin you expect it." Peter chuckled at her. "I can do a lot of things; you best remember that, Petrelli." Peter put his hands up defensively.

"Okay, I believe you. I'm just saying it was a shock, okay?" Abby shrugged and continued eating her pancakes.

Even though she'd said she could cook, Peter was still surprised at how good the pancakes tasted. That and she could make a mean cup of coffee, which was to be expected since she'd said she'd been a waitress before everything had happened. Peter felt like he could get used to this, to waking up and having breakfast with Abby and Claire and even Claude. He smiled slightly at the thought and quickly looked away from Abby when she caught him staring and rose an eyebrow at him in question. Yes, he could definitely get used to this and he didn't know what would happen if someone tried to take this away from him.

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Nathan sat in the corner of a busy coffee shop, a manila folder on the table in front of him. Every time the door opened he'd glance up, hoping to see the person he'd invited along and groaning in disappointment every time it wasn't them. Finally, the door opened and in walked his baby brother. Nathan stood as Peter spotted him and extended his hand to him when he approached.

"I'm glad you could meet me, Peter." Peter shrugged off his jacket and sat down across from his brother, ignoring the outstretched hand, the elder Petrelli sitting down too.

"Well you sounded pretty urgent on the phone. How could I not come?" Nathan smiled at his brother. "So, what was so urgent?" Nathan's smile disappeared and he got right down to business.

"Peter... I've found some information on your... friend." Peter frowned instantly.

"You're talking about Abby?" Nathan nodded. Peter scoffed. "I should have known that's what this would be about. You know what, just forget it. I'm out of here." Peter stood up and started grabbing his jacket. Before he could even get his jacket off the back of the chair Nathan grabbed hold of his arm.

"Just sit down and let me explain." Peter stared at his brother for a minute. He realised that his brother wouldn't let this go. If Peter walked away now Nathan would just keep coming back so he figured he might as well listen to whatever he had to say now and get it over with. With a heavy sigh he sat down.

"Fine, but don't expect me to care." Nathan smiled slightly and nodded, sitting down as well. He was certain he would care.

"I just ask for your time." Peter rolled his eyes knowing that wasn't all he was asking. Nathan slid the file towards Peter.

"What's this?" Nathan shrugged.

"Open it and see for yourself." With a sigh Peter opened the folder. The first thing he saw was Abby staring out at him. The picture was obviously a mug shot. Peter frowned and put the folder back on the table.

"What is this?" Nathan nudged the folder back towards his brother.

"It's her police record." Peter sighed. "I think you should read it." Peter rolled his eyes and picked up the file again. He flipped the page over, away from the mug shot, and read. When he was done he slammed it down on the table again, shrugging.

"There, I read it. Can I go now?" Nathan stared at his brother in shock.

"What do you mean, can I go now? Didn't you read it?" Peter nodded.

"I read it. What's your point?" Nathan shook his head angrily.

"She's had dozens of petty larceny charges. That's theft, Peter." Peter sighed. He knew she'd lived a hard life and had had to do what she could to survive. Besides, he'd already guessed she'd stolen things before seeing as though she'd gotten them both fake id's and she could hotwire cars with her fingers and did so with ease.

"So?" Nathan's jaw dropped open in shock.

"What do you mean, so? She's a thief, Peter, like we told you." Peter sighed and crossed his arms across his chest.

"She did what she had to do to survive." Nathan shook his head. He picked up the file and opened it, flipping until he found the page he wanted. He shoved the paper under his brother's nose.

"She also has assault charges. Charges, as in more than one." Peter frowned and looked away. Nathan shook his head in disbelief. "She's a thief and a thug. A common criminal." Peter snapped his head back towards his brother angrily.

"Don't call her that." Nathan frowned.

"I don't know why you stand up for her so much. I know she saved your life and all but this is just ridiculous." Peter scoffed and shook his head.

"No, it's not. She didn't have to save my life. Sylar wasn't after her. He was after me so he wouldn't have to hurt her. But she saved me because she couldn't let him kill anyone just so she could live. She put her life in danger for someone she didn't even know. Does that sound like much of a thug to you?" With that he grabbed his jacket and stood. Nathan sat in shock. Peter hadn't told him that Sylar wasn't after Abby too; he hadn't told him that she'd saved him despite it meaning she mightn't live.

"Oh, by the way, Nathan." Peter had stopped before leaving, looking down at his brother. Nathan looked up at him. "That's your last chance to follow those rules I gave you. If you do this again I might have to... well just don't do it again." Nathan nodded and watched his brother walk away. While he was still a little uneasy about this woman he was starting to see that his brother just may be right, that she didn't want anything from Peter.

Additional Author's Note: Yet again I feel the need to explain a certain part of this chapter. Before I wrote this chapter my sister and I were discussing the yummy goodness that is Milo Ventimiglia. We somehow got into a discussion of whether he wears boxers or briefs and we decided on boxers (although I can't quite recall why). The day after we had this very intellectual discussion (okay, who am I kidding, there was nothing intellectual about it) I was working (I work in a department store) and I got assigned to the menswear section. As I was tidying up the shelves in men's basics (underwear and socks) I saw a pair of boxers with cute little bunnies on them, they weren't even playboy, just bunnies. My sister came in to see me just as I was picking a pair of these up off the floor and burst out laughing, wondering aloud whether the boxer-wearing-Milo in our heads would wear these. This stuck in my head and as I was writing this chapter after work I couldn't resist putting it in. I am either very, very sorry or very, very proud, I can't decide which yet. Maybe you can help me decide. ;-p