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: This chapter almost didn't go up because today is my mother's birthday (yay, happy birthday mum!) but obviously I managed to get it up on time. Enjoy this chapter.

Summary: Abby arrives at the one place she feels safe and Isaac paints a series of predictions that aren't good.

Spark

Chapter Twelve

Abby pulled up outside Sam's house. She smiled slightly at the sight of the familiar looking house. As soon as she'd seen his town on the map she knew that she'd wanted to go spend some time with him. After everything she had gone through with Peter she really needed to feel safe, secure and cared about. Besides, Sam's was the place she ended up most times after she left somewhere so it was only natural that she end up there again.

She got out of the car and headed towards the house. She moved the board over the front door slightly out of the way and squeezed through. Sam was sitting in the living room watching TV and looked up at her as soon as she made her entrance. A look of concern passed over his face seeing her and he immediately stood up and made his way to her. Abby sighed and let him pull her into a hug.

"Abigail, what are you doing here? I thought everything was going well with Peter." She'd written him a few times, telling him how everything was going but she hadn't told him anything about the mess that had led to her standing in front of him.

"It was but that changed quickly." Sam frowned and led her to sit down in an overstuffed armchair.

"What happened? I really thought things would be different with that boy." Abby sighed and stared down at her hands. To be truthful, so had she. She told him all about Mrs. Petrelli's offer and he'd looked impressed that she hadn't accepted. She told him all about Simone planting the check on her and how Peter had found it and asked her to leave. Sam had simply frowned and shook his head.

"But I guess I should have expected that, right? I mean what did I think was goin to happen? I should know better by now." Sam gave her a sad smile and reached out to squeeze her hand.

"You relax here; I'll go make you some tea." He smiled kindly at her, making her smile in return, and left for the kitchen.

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Isaac snapped out of one of his trances and stepped back, seeing what he had painted this time. He wasn't expecting what he saw. An older man was standing in a kitchen, whispering into a phone. There was a doorway and through it he could just make out the figure of a woman sitting in an overstuffed chair. He could tell that something evil was going on with the man as there was a dark shadow surrounding the man and the phone call. He had no idea who either person in the painting was as he'd never seen the man before and the woman had her back to him. He had no way of telling who the person on the phone was either.

With a frustrated sigh he moved the painting and put up a fresh canvas. He picked up a new paint brush and concentrated on slipping into another trance. He felt like he had to help someone in the painting but just wasn't sure who or why. He was hoping that he could paint something more to go on, maybe give him an idea who he had to help, where they were and what his time frame for helping them was. His eyes turned white and he started painting again.

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Sam came back into the living room, two cups of tea in his hands. He smiled kindly at Abby and handed her one. When he'd entered the room she'd been in a contemplative state, a frown firmly in place, and hadn't snapped out of it until the tea had been right under her nose. She smiled slightly at him and took the cup, taking a small sip. Sam sighed, knowing she'd been hurt by what Peter had done.

He hadn't expected the young man to hurt her. He'd been sure he was different to all the other men she seemed to attract. It was easy for him to see that she'd been in love with him and he found himself feeling slightly guilty but he shook that off. Peter Petrelli had hurt her so there was really no need to feel guilty. He'd done something he thought was best for everybody and was sure that even if she didn't see it that way at first she would after it was all done.

Abby looked up, smiling at him. He smiled back at her and glanced at the clock. The same time the next day things would be different, he was expecting someone, and he knew that Abby would probably feel betrayed at first but he'd only done what he'd done for her... and to be truthful a little for himself, but everyone would be safer after it all happened and she'd just have to deal with it.

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Once again Isaac snapped out of his trance. The sight that greeted him this time shocked him. Now he knew who he had to help, he just didn't know where she was. This painting was of the same kitchen as before. The man who'd been on the phone the last time was sitting at the fold up table in the corner of the room. He had a pleading look on his face, directed at the young woman sitting across from him. The young woman in question was easy for Isaac to identify; the scar on her face gave her away. It was Abby and she had a look of anger mixed with fear on her face. Another man was sitting next to her and that same shadow that had been over the phone call was over him. Isaac knew this man was who he had to save her from.

Still feeling like he could get more information he moved this painting next to the first one and put up yet another blank canvas. He had to find out where she was and some kind of time frame. From the looks of the painting he'd just completed it didn't look like she was in any immediate danger but he wanted to make sure it stayed that way. He picked up his brush again and let himself slip into another trance. He felt like he would be running out of time and wanted to get this done quickly.

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"I'm feeling kind of tired, Sam. You mind if I go lie down?" Sam had been staring off into space; thinking about what he'd done, but snapped his gaze back to his young friend. He saw a look of worry on her face and plastered a smile on his own to allay her concern.

"Of course not, go ahead." Abby gave him a concerned look before nodding and heading off to the spare bedroom. Sam sighed and went into the kitchen. He couldn't help agonising over what he'd done. He'd been so sure at the time that it was the right thing to do but he wasn't so sure anymore. But there was nothing he could do now, the wheels were already set in motion and nothing could be done to stop them. No matter what regrets he was feeling now he had to carry through with what he'd started.

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Isaac stood back from his new painting, his eyes going back to normal. This time the painting didn't look anywhere near as harmless as the other two. Abby was backed against a wall, a look of fear firmly in place, and the shadowed man was standing in front of her, leaning into her and blocking off any possible escape. The older man from earlier was in the foreground of the painting, lying on the floor with his head cut open and blood seeping onto the floor. He'd had his suspicions before but now he was certain that the shadowed man was Sylar and from the looks of this painting Abby was in huge trouble.

He quickly rushed over to his phone and dialled Peter's number. Peter had been looking for Abby for weeks now and he knew the other man would definitely want to know that she was in trouble. The phone rang longer than he'd thought it would, Peter had been keeping a vigil over the phone in case Abby rang. Finally the phone was answered but it wasn't the voice he was expecting.

"Hello, Peter Petrelli's apartment, how can I help you?" It was Claire answering the phone. Isaac sighed.

"Claire, it's Isaac. Is Peter there, I really need to talk to him." Claire sighed heavily.

"He's here but he's asleep. He hasn't been sleeping well and unless it's an emergency... or something about Abby I'm going to have to take a message." Isaac sighed. He knew the girl was just trying to look out for her uncle but this was urgent, it was a matter of life and death.

"It's both; it's an emergency about Abby." Claire's eyes widened.

"Abby's in trouble?" Isaac nodded even though he knew she couldn't see him.

"Look, just wake him up and send him over to my place. He really needs to see this." He hung up without another word and Claire took off to wake up Peter. When she'd arrived earlier she'd been surprised not to find Peter on the couch. He'd spent most of his time since Abby had left on the couch, the phone kept close to him in case she called and an eye on the door in case she came back. When she hadn't found him there she'd gone to his room to see if he was finally getting some proper rest but she hadn't found him there either.

Thinking he'd gone out to look for her, like he'd done a number of times, she'd been about to go when she heard a noise coming from the bedroom Abby had occupied. She went to investigate, hoping Abby had come back, but instead had found Peter fast asleep on Abby's bed, clutching her pillow, and the biggest smile she'd seen since Abby left firmly placed on his face. With a sigh she'd sat down on the other bed, her one, and watched over him. She'd been sitting there when the phone had rung and she'd gone to answer it hoping it was Abby. She'd been surprised to hear Isaac's voice instead.

"Peter, Peter wake up." Peter frowned at the intrusion on his rest and groaned, clutching the pillow a little tighter. "Peter, wake up, it's important." He turned over, face down on the bed. Claire sighed. "It's about Abby." That did it. Immediately he sat up, looking around the room in confusion.

"Abby? Is she here? Is she alright? What's wrong?" Claire sighed. She didn't really know what was wrong and it was worrying her.

"She's not here. Isaac just called. I think he must have painted something about her because he said it's an emergency about Abby and that I should send you over to his place because there's something you really need to see." Peter was up immediately and heading towards the door. That was the good thing about falling asleep in your clothes. Claire trailed after him.

"Okay, you stay here Claire." Claire frowned and shook her head.

"No, I'm coming with you." Peter sighed.

"If it's an emergency about Abby that he painted I might have to leave right away, like I did when I had to save you. I'm not going to put you in that danger." Claire stomped her foot angrily. She knew she was acting childish but she was worried about her friend.

"If you have to leave right away I'll come with you. I want to know what's wrong too. And it's not like I can get hurt." Peter stopped and turned to her angrily.

"Claire, you are going to stay here. We don't know what's wrong, if it involves something... or someone who could hurt you or if I'm going to be able to get there in time anyway. If that's the case I don't want to lose you as well as her." Claire sighed, seeing his point. He calmed down slightly, reaching out to put his hand on her shoulder and giving her a small smile. "Please, just stay here." Claire sighed and nodded.

"Alright, I'll stay. Just make sure you save her." Peter sighed and turned back around again.

"I'll try my hardest." Claire smiled a small smile as she watched him leave the building.

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Isaac blinked, coming out of his trance. He'd decided to try to paint one last painting while waiting for Peter, hoping to find something to tell him where this was going to take place or when. This painting was not what he'd been hoping for. The shadowed man he now knew was Sylar was standing over a body, looking down at it angrily. The body, with its head split open in a pool of blood in typical Sylar fashion, was Abby. Her body was twisted, looking like she'd been trying to run away, and her hands were raised, looking like she'd either been trying to fight him off or use her powers against him. Either way, it obviously hadn't worked.

The door opened behind him and he quickly moved the painting. He knew it was Peter and that if he saw this painting first he'd simply panic and run off trying to find her to save her without any further information. He arranged the paintings in order, keeping the last one out of the way. Turning around he saw Peter running down his stairs and offered the haggard looking man a small smile.

"Good, you're here." Peter nodded and came to stand next to the painting.

"It sounded like it was urgent." Peter was looking at the first painting, a look of confusion on his face.

"I painted this first." Peter's eyebrows rose hearing that it was simply the first painting. "I didn't know what it was but it had me a little worried so I decided to paint another one." He moved the first painting, revealing the second. Peter's eyes went straight to Abby. He reached out to touch her.

"Abby." He whispered, more to himself than Isaac. The painter nodded.

"I'm pretty sure that's Sylar." Peter turned his eyes to the man Isaac was pointing at and nodded. His eyes moved to the other man.

"And that's Sam. He's a friend of Abby's. She took me there after she'd rescued me from Sylar." Isaac's eyes widened at this bit of information.

"He's her friend?" Peter nodded. Isaac sighed. "Well then he betrayed her because he was obviously on the phone to Sylar in the first painting." Peter nodded.

"Are there anymore I should see?" Isaac nodded and removed the second picture, revealing the third in which Sam was dead. Peter gasped, his eyes moving quickly over the dead form of Sam and once again going straight to Abby. His heart broke a little, seeing the fear on her face. He turned and started making his way to the door.

"Where are you going, Peter?" Peter didn't stop.

"I know where Sam lives so I'm going to go stop this from happening." Isaac sighed. He debated with himself over showing Peter the last one but finally came to a decision when Peter was halfway up the stairs. He grabbed the last one and ran over to him.

"Make sure you stop this from happening too." Peter glanced over before stopping completely at the sight in front of him. He felt frozen in fear in worry.

"This can't be right. He wouldn't hurt her, that's not all he wants from her." He knew exactly what Sylar wanted her, had seen it in one of his visions. "He wants her to bare him a child." Isaac's eyes widened. He was shocked at hearing that.

"Well, knowing Abby, maybe this is what happened when she refused him." Peter nodded, his face set in grim determination.

"I'm going to make sure he doesn't even get to chance to proposition her." He continued on his way, taking his cell phone out. He dialled his brother's number and waited for him to answer.

"Peter, what is it?" He'd obviously taken the time to look at his caller id. Peter didn't hesitate to ask.

"Nathan, I need you to organise a plane for me, I know you have the power to do that." Nathan sighed.

"What for?" Peter growled angrily, surprising Nathan.

"Abby's in trouble. Isaac painted her getting killed by Sylar; I'm going to make sure that doesn't happen." Nathan was shocked.

"What, you're going to give him another person to kill? Remember, when you met Abby she was saving you from him. Do you think it's wise to...?" Peter cut him off.

"I don't care what's wise." Nathan was shocked into silence. "He's got her, he's going to kill her, and I can't let that happen." The anger in his voice frightened Nathan although he'd never admit it. Suddenly all the anger drained from his voice and he sighed. "I love her, Nathan." While he'd suspected that his little brother loved the electrical woman he'd never admitted it to him. Nathan sighed.

"Go to the airfield. I'll have a plane waiting for you to take you wherever you need to go." Peter smiled, hailing down a cab.

"Thanks." Nathan smiled.

"Eh, I know you'd never forgive me if I didn't help you and she died." Peter smiled slightly. He knew that his brother had never really liked Abby, had tried to get him to sever all contact with her, and while he'd been helping him to find her he knew that he was doing so grudgingly. Getting his brother's support meant the world to him, meant that he was okay with him being in love with the closed off woman.

"Really, Nathan, thank you." Nathan smiled.

"Don't worry about it. Now let me go so I can organise this plane." Peter nodded and both hung up. On the cab ride to the airfield Peter could only hope that he'd get there in time.

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Additional Author's Note: Mwahahahaha, I agree with Greg Grunberg at Comic Con, Milo's my hero too. LOL