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: Sorry I didn't get this posted in time last week but I had a funeral to attend and didn't really feel up to going on the internet to post and then after that my laptop decided it didn't want to get power anymore and the battery went dead. It took me ages to be able to get some of my stuff out of it and I managed to get this and a couple more chapter but I lost the last chapter I was writing because it wasn't finished yet and now I'm going to have to start all over again and I have a feeling it's not going to be as good as the original one I was writing was. Oh well. Oh yead, this part sucks, I admit it, but when I was writing it I felt like this story needed a lighter moment. I almost got rid of it but I like the end of it so I thought, whatever, let's put it in. Besides, it means there's more romance.

Summary: Abby dreams.

Spark

Chapter Thirteen

As much as she was angry at him, Abby couldn't deny her true feelings for Peter in her dreams. She was dreaming that all was right, that she was still living with him. Peter, Abby and Claire were sitting around on his couch. Claire was in the middle of the two older people, a bowl of popcorn on her lap. They were in the middle of watching a movie. Peter rolled his eyes, watching the screen. He had no idea why Claire had chosen this particular movie, it seemed more like one Hiro would choose. He was not having a good time.

"Okay, remind me, why are we watching Spiderman?" The two women shushed him.

"We're watching this because Toby Maguire looks fine in his Spideysuit." Peter pretended to gag at Claire's comment. The two women laughed.

"Hey, do you think there's someone out there who can really shoot webs out his wrists?" Abby asked. Peter snorted and shook his head.

"I don't think so. I don't think that's possible." Abby snorted and leant forward in her seat to look at him.

"Yeah, cause electrical woman, indestructible girl and the human sponge seem possible?" Claire laughed at Abby's comment. Peter rolled his eyes.

"Okay, you got me there." Abby smiled before looking like she was deep in thought.

"Anyway, maybe there's someone out there who's Mama got bit by a spider while pregnant and ended up with someone who can shoot webs out their wrists." Peter rolled his eyes again.

"I don't think it works like that. If it did how would it explain us?" Abby shrugged.

"I don't know. Maybe Claire's powers developed 'cause her Mama's a human torch and she had to build a tolerance to things like that." Claire nodded, thinking it made sense. "And maybe her Mama got her powers 'cause her mother was a fire-fighter or fire starter or somethin. And my Mama probably stood too close to electrical lines." Peter laughed.

"How would that explain me?" Abby shrugged.

"I don't know, stood too close to a sponge?" Claire laughed, almost choking on the popcorn. Peter chuckled and shook his head while Abby grinned.

"Oh, hey, be quiet you two, Peter Parker's just about to save Mary Jane." Peter rolled his eyes.

"Like that's something you haven't seen already." He muttered under his breath. Claire reached out to smack him over the back of his head while Abby snorted, moving back in her seat.

"Yeah, well, after that's the upside down kiss and I'm not going to miss that." Claire was staring at the screen and she started mouthing Mary Jane's line in the lead up to the kiss. When they kissed both girls sighed romantically while Peter rolled his eyes.

"Surely all that water got up his nose. That wouldn't be the best kiss in the world." Claire smacked him again.

"Oh shut up, it's still a romantic kiss." Peter rolled his eyes. Claire sighed dreamily again. "Oh, to find a man like Peter Parker." Peter's eyes widened, not particularly liking hearing Claire talk about men like that.

"Hey, Pete, you ever noticed that you share the same initials as Spiderman there? And more than that, you share the same name?" Abby chuckled at her own discovery. "Ha, Peter Petrelli, Peter Parker. P. P, P. P. Peter, Peter. Ha." She chuckled and Claire joined her in laughing. Peter rolled his eyes.

"Wow, quite a discovery you made there, Abby." He snorted and shook his head. Abby narrowed her eyes at him. She got a wicked idea and pointed her finger at him, making it like a gun. She shot a small amount of electricity at him, not enough to do any damage, just enough to give him a small shock. Peter yelped when it hit him and turned to glare at her. Claire laughed.

"Ooh, do that again, we might be able to get him to shut up." Abby smirked and lifted her hand to do it again. Peter shook his head, putting his hands up in defence.

"No, Abby, don't do it." Abby simply smirked wider and shot again. At the last minute Peter pushed her hand away, making the electrical shot hit the TV instead. There was a bang, some smoke and the TV went blank. All three turned to look at the now exploded TV.

"Look what you made me do, Petrelli." Peter rose his eyebrows.

"Me? You're the one who did it." The two glared at each other and Claire rolled her eyes. She got up and took the DVD out.

"Oh well, I might as well go home and finish this off. You guys want to come?" Both of the other two shook their heads, not taking their glares off each other.

"Nah, think I'm gonna see if I can fix this thing." Abby was sure she could undo whatever she had done. Peter snorted.

"And I'd better stay here to make sure she doesn't blow anything else up." Abby glared even more at him and Peter smiled in return. Claire laughed at the two of them and took off. Once she was gone Abby got off the couch and went to the TV, inspecting it. Peter watched her for a moment, a contemplative look on his face, before getting up and going to stand behind her.

"So, you really think that kiss was romantic?" Abby shrugged, still trying to figure out if there was something she could do.

"I dunno. 'Sppose it's romantic, I've never really had that many romantic moments in my life so I'm not really the best judge. All I know was that it sure looked nice." Peter nodded before stepping closer to her, tipping her head back and giving her her very own upside down kiss. Abby's eyes widened as his lips touched her own, not sure what to make of this. She was getting a crick in her neck and turned around to face him, her lips not leaving his. As soon as she was facing him his arms came up around her, holding her against him. Abby couldn't help but moan and kiss him back, the passion rising as she responded.

It was easy to dream that she was kissing Peter because she knew exactly how it really felt. She found herself pushing him back towards the couch, pushing him down onto it and straddling him, never once breaking from the kiss. Peter chuckled into the kiss and ran his hands over her body. Abby moaned again but had to break away from him to catch her breath. As she was catching her breath Peter moved his kisses to her neck, making her moan and clutch him to her.

"I don't care 'bout that other kiss, this is plenty romantic for me." Peter chuckled and rose to kiss her lips again. This time it was only a quick peck. He pulled away again, reaching up to caress her head, and smiled at her.

"I love you, Abby." Abby smiled back at him. Sure, she knew this wasn't real, but she was happy to stay in the dream.

"I love you too, Peter." Peter smiled and brought his lips back to hers, kissing her passionately.

While she slept, Abby was smiling. Someone was standing in the doorway, leaning against the door, watching her. The man pushed himself away from the door and moved closer to her. He bent and swept his hand over her face, seeing she was happy. He heard her moan and wondered what she was dreaming, if she was dreaming of him. He figured that she probably wasn't but he could still hope. He leant forward and placed a kiss on her slightly pouted lips.

"Soon, my love, soon you will be mine." Sylar stood back up and backed out of the room. Outside the door he ran into Sam, the man who had called him. The older man was ringing his hands together nervously and the sight amused Sylar.

"What are you going to do to her?" Sylar could see the worry for her in the other man's eyes and smiled what he thought was kindly but was just disturbing.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill her. I promise. Of course she will have to be disciplined for what she did, but I won't kill her." Sam gasped but knew not to say anything about what the evil man in front of him had just said.

"And Peter Petrelli, what about him?" Sylar's face turned sour hearing the empath's name.

"He, I will kill. And now, with her by my side and hating him, I'll have the perfect way to get to him." The evil grin returned. He slapped the older man on the back, somewhat cheerfully. "Now, I suggest you get some sleep. I have a feeling she's going to be... surprised to see me in the morning and I need you alert to explain to her why I'm here." Sam nodded and trudged off to his room. Sylar watched him go, practically salivating. Every fibre in his being was telling him to kill the old man and take his ability but he couldn't, not yet. He had to hold out, to wait until Abby was back on his side. Then he wouldn't even have to kill the old man... just Peter Petrelli.

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Additional Author's Note: If you didn't like this part, I don't really blame you. Anyway, I'm pretty sure the next chapter is better but I'll let you be the judge of that next week. Oh yeah and if you review this part please don't flame because like I said, I don't even think this part is all that good and I don't need anyone telling me how bad it is in a rude sort of way.