Chapter Four

Gathering in Light

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Peter Petrelli knocked on the door. No one would answer, he was sure, but he had to try. The yard was in disarray. The lawn hadn't been mowed in probably a year. The shutters were closed. No one lived here, it was abandoned. All of the sudden, Peter heard noise coming from inside the house. The door began to open, and there she was, as if she had been waiting for him, expecting him.
"Hello, Peter."

"Hello, Caitlin."

Peter opened his eyes to see that they were standing on a sidewalk outside of the city.

"What the—" Caitlin began, but Peter stopped her with a kiss.

"We're back," he said when she pulled away.

"Back where?" Peter looked around, the saw a sign

"Dr. Olivia Lawrence M.D." it said.

"Olivia!" Peter exclaimed and started for the door, but Caitlin pulled him back into another kiss.

"She was right," she said, still holding on to him.

"Who was right?"

"Me, or at least the future me. She came and told me you would come back and everything was going to be fine. She said you love me." Peter blushed and dipped his head. "I can't read your mind, Peter, was she right?"

"Yes, I love you, Caitlin." She smiled and kissed him again.

"I love you too." Then hand in hand, they entered the doctor's office."

Inside another conversation ensued.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Lawrence is busy," John was saying to a rather forceful young blonde woman.

"I really need to see her," the girl's voice was calm and threatening. John, rather freaked out, replied,

"Sorry, you'll just have to wait until she has a minute, or make an appointment." She sighed.

"This is getting old." ZAP!

Olivia heard a loud noise in the hall. She opened the door to investigate.

"John!" She exclaimed when she saw him unconscious and slumped against the wall. The blonde woman looked up at her.

"Oh, there you are," she said, "I should have thought of that sooner."

"What did you do?" Olivia said, rushing overt to John's side. Then the girl saw Sylar. Without thinking she sent a bolt of electricity in his direction. Matt pulled Molly out of the way, as Sylar fell to the floor.

"Elle?" Mohinder called, using the wall as a guide down the hallway. Elle tried to step forward, but she found that she couldn't move. She tried using her power, but found that it was gone too. Then she saw Peter and Caitlin materialize in the middle of the group.

"Did you do this to me?" Elle shrieked. Peter smiled.

"Yeah, you were getting a little trigger happy."

"A little?" Sylar said sitting up with a hand on his burnt chest.

"Let me go!" Elle insisted.

"I'm kind of busy," Peter turned to Olivia, "is he ok?"

"I don't think so," she replied.

"Alright, I need you to get me a couple of empty syringes."

"Why?"

"It's how I healed Nathan. Hurry up." Olivia nodded and headed down the hall. Peter looked toward the others. "Have you heard from Nathan?" he asked Matt.

"No," Matt replied, "Should I have?"

"He was on his way back, but he said he was going to visit Mom."

"Oh," Matt sounded ominous. Peter turned to Mohinder.

"What happened to you?"

"Her brother," Elle interrupted, as Olivia returned.

"Larry Andrews is her brother?" Sylar exclaimed. Elle frowned.

"Will you let me go now?" Peter let her move, but still blocked her power. "Lawrence Andrews' real name is Andrew Lawrence, or simply, Drew."

"That's impossible," Olivia said, "Drew is in California at school."

"Yes he is a very good liar."

"No, he couldn't come to our father's funeral because of a test."

"Believe what you will."

"Uh," Peter interrupted, "can we get on with this?" Olivia handed him the syringes. He filled one with his blood and handed it back to her. "Give this to him and he'll be fine."

"What?!" Olivia was incredulous.

"I know it goes against everything you ever learned, but trust me, my blood heals people. Just give it to him." Olivia nodded. Peter filled the other one then hesitated. "Hey, why am I helping him?"

"He saved my life," Mohinder said.

"As if that made it all better," Sylar said, leaning his head against the wall.

"Never mind," Peter said, "but I think I should give it to you first." Mohinder was not going to argue, He had a very bad headache.

"Will it make him see again?" Olivia asked.

"No," Elle replied.

"Why not?" Matt asked.

"No one can undo it except Drew himself." Olivia glared at Elle

"Whoa! What's going on?" John said, waking up and looking around.

"I don't think any of us really knows," Olivia said.

"I do," Elle said. Meanwhile, Mohinder and Sylar had been healed and Peter said,

"I think we should go."

Nathan Petrelli stood in the entry way of his empty house. For a brief moment, he allowed himself to reminisce. He remembered the happiness that filled the empty rooms when his wife and children were there.

"I've really made a mess of things," he said out loud. To his great annoyance, the words echoed through the emptiness, mocking him. His eyes fell on a picture of him and his family, taken before Heidi's accident and their father's death. Nathan thought he had taken them all down, but he must have missed this one. He reached up to remove it, but just then, the phone rang.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Nathan?!" a female voice exclaimed.

"Heidi?"

"I thought you were shot."

"I was, I can explain it, but you probably wouldn't believe me."

"Try me."

"Do you believe I can fly?"

"Not this again!"

"Then why would you believe that Peter healed me? Almost like Linderman healed you."

"What?"

"The reason you can walk, is because Linderman was… one of us. I saw him do it to a plant."

"How can I believe you?"

"I guess you have to decide who you trust more, me or my mother."

"Angela?"

"Didn't she tell you I was crazy?"

"I don't think crazy was the word, I believe it was delusional."

"Either way, she's been lying to me, my entire life."

"You honestly believe you can fly, Nathan?"

"I don't expect you to believe me without proof. It would have been nice, but I didn't expect it."

"I have to think about this."

"I'll come by and show you soon. Right now I'm waiting for Peter."
"Well tell him I said 'hi'."

"I will. I love you." The line went dead and Nathan cursed. "This is all your fault, Ma."

In the parking lot, Olivia said,

"We can take my car."

"Um... there are nine of us," Matt said.

"Oh that's no problem."

"What do you drive a bus?"

"Ha, no, my dad's old Chevy Suburban." Olivia opened the back passenger door and put down the seat. "Alright, three of you get in the back." Everyone was relatively comfortable in the large, truck-like vehicle, except Sylar, whose long legs didn't find the back seat particularly roomy.

"Ok, Peter where are we going?"

"Uh, turn left up here," he said. Olivia looked in the rearview mirror.

"So why were you looking for me?" Elle frowned.

"Drew Lawrence is a menace to society," she said, "no one can stop him, and I'm sure he's been sent to find me. I do not want to be found."

"Speaking of which, where is Maya?" Mohinder asked.

"She's back at home. The point is, Drew can only be stopped by the one who is as powerful as he is."

"And that's me?" Olivia asked.

"Exactly, you are all probably of the opinion that we are all equally gifted, but there are some we like to call 'more evolved'. Drew is one, as is Angela Petrelli. Daniel Linderman and Shanti Suresh were also." Everyone stared at Elle in disbelief. "Why is this so surprising? You all know your parents have been lying to you all your lives. Anyway we have to be careful that if we ever stop them, we don't end up with our own version of their mistakes."

"No worries there," Mohinder said.

"It's been known to happen. People swear up and down they won't be their parents and then they are." This last comment gave everyone pause. Some wouldn't have minded being like their parents, some already were, some loathed the prospect, and John wondered what all the fuss was about. His dad was a mechanic. So, the group fell into silence, with occasional directions from Peter.

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