Chapter Seven

"It's Pronounced Lone Wolf"

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Optimistic girl94: Sorry if anything was confusing. Larry is Drew. It was an alias, but now that everyone knows who he is, I'll just call him Drew. Sylar knew him as Larry. The last paragraph of chapter six was kind of confusing. Drew sort of represents everything dark and evil. As everyone know darkness is the absence of light, and at this point, light is absent, so Drew thinks the dark can win in the end. He is, of course wrong, but that's a super villain for you.

Lyra Lockhart: Thanks, yes I will continue Family Keeps No Secrets, but maybe in a sequel. It's so not over yet.

A/N: ready for more Nathan?! Too bad, here he comes and Claire too!

Nathan decided it would be a good idea to follow Peter's example and go to bed. So, he left his half-empty bottle of whatever it was and started the seemingly eternal climb up the stairs. In his empty room he searched for something to throw at the wall. He knew Peter could probably sense his anger from the next room, so he opened the window and stepped out into the cool night air. Hovering for a moment, he considered where to go. Finally he made up his mind. It had to happen sooner or later and he might as well get it over with. So, he went to see Heidi. However, when he arrived, he could tell something was wrong. He could see flashing lights from a distance and when he got closer he saw police officers and that horrid yellow caution tape. He landed right in the middle of the police officers, who all stared in shock.

"What happened?!" Nathan demanded.

"Sir," a female detective approached him, "where did you come from?"

"I fell out of the sky, now where are they?!" Nathan was sarcastic enough without liquor in his system.

"Are you Mr. Petrelli?"

"No, I'm Santa Clause!"

"Sir have you been drinking?"

"Yes! Where is my family?!"

"You're Nathan Petrelli?" Nathan rolled his eyes and took to the sky. He flew around the house to the bedroom window. He ripped open the shutters and surveyed the room. He saw strange shadows on the walls. When he turned on the lights, they were still there. Upon closer inspection, he discovered, they were, in fact, shadows, but they were not affected be the light, and they gave the room a very strange feel. The detective Nathan had spoken to came into the room.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, "you're not supposed to be in here!" Nathan turned back to the window, "I think you should come with me sir."

"No," Nathan replied calmly, "this is much bigger than you. You'll never find them." He took off out the window and when he was away from all hearing he cursed Drew Lawrence.

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"Simon! Monty!" Heidi called, but there was no answer. The room she found herself in was dark and cold, sterile, hospital-like. She found the door, but it was locked and there were no windows. "Nathan?" her voice small and frightened with this last cry.

"You think he can save you?" A dark voice came from the corner. Heidi turned toward the sound.

"Who are you?"

"A distant cousin of your aunt's nephew." Heidi ignored the jest.

"Where are my sons?"

"They are safe for now." Heidi attacked, fists flying, but the enemy caught her by the wrists and twisted her arms behind her.

"You SOB!" she spat, "where are they, what have you done with them?!" He pushed her to the floor.

"Do you think your pitiful attempts at force are going to induce me to kindness?" Heidi glared at the darkness. Being what it was, she was sure this man was evil, and if she ever got the chance, she would kill him. The room got a little less dark, not light, but Heidi could see her tormentor. He came closer and helped her to her feet, and guiding her towards the bed, he said,

"If you cooperate, your children will be safe." He then left the room, locking the door behind him. Heidi wrapped her arms around her knees and began rocking back and forth, crying,

"Nathan, help me!"

H

"How do you feel about Nathan Petrelli's imminent death?" Bob asked his "star employee."

"It's necessary," Noah Bennett replied.

"Noah?"

"Bob?"

"What if I had asked you to do it?"

"It's necessary."

"What about Mohinder Suresh?"

"Also necessary. I'll bet you wish they were more like me."

"Interesting, I was just sharing the same sentiment with Mr. Lawrence earlier today."

"Yes, I imagine you were."

"These highly evolved humans are too unpredictable. We need more control."

"Wishful thinking, none of them are subordinate personalities."

"If only we could get to Olivia."

"Why not just keep Nathan alive? I'm sure with some work you could sway him to your point of view."

"You underestimate him."

"Actually I was referring to the methods you used to convince me, and thanks to Drew, you already have his family."

"It bears some thought. I think we need to assign you to find Elle. Drew is busy elsewhere."

"Of course."

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Nathan tried to clear his mind. He needed help to get into the company facility, but he didn't want to ask Peter. So, he knocked on the window of Elle's apartment. A rather bewildered, half-asleep Sylar answered his tapping.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"The company kidnapped my family," Nathan replied, "and I need help. I would ask Peter, but… I don't want him getting hurt and I thought you would stay out of the way if I asked you to." Sylar nodded and disappeared back into the house. He threw on his jeans, sweatshirt and shoes. Before going out the window he put Elle and Maya into a deep dream. He didn't want them waking up and finding him gone. Stepping off the fire escape, he tested his new ability.

"Is this how you feel every time?" He asked. Nathan just stared. "Never mind, lead the way." Nathan took off in the direction of the company facility and Sylar followed close behind. "So what's the plan?"

"You get me inside, then wait outside, preferably invisible."

"Right, why do I wait outside?"

"This is personal, and I don't want them to catch you on my account."

"If I was worried about that I wouldn't have come."

"Then why did you?"

"I don't care if they catch me, as long as I accomplish something. So don't let yourself get caught or I'll come in after you."

"Save my family first. That's why we're here."

"So you're more expendable than someone else."

"No… just more than them… and you."

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Simon and Monty Petrelli were in a room similar to their mother's, but with two beds. Monty sat calmly on one of them, while Simon slammed his small fists on the door, shouting,

"Help! Help! Let us out!"

"It's ok!" Monty said suddenly, "Dad will save us, and we'll get to see uncle Peter again." Simon turned and stared.

"Uncle Peter is dead, and Dad…"

"He will come, I know it!"

"You need to grow up."

"I'm six, give me a break! Dad won't leave us here, and uncle Peter isn't dead."

"Mom said he was."

"She doesn't know that! Dad said he would come back!"

"Dad lies!" Monty jumped from the bed and punched his older brother in the nose.

"Don't ever say that about Dad!" Simon turned back to the door and resumed his entreaties and Monty returned to his spot and stared at the wall.

"I know you're coming back, Dad," he whispered and closed his eyes, dreaming of his family together again.

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Claire Bennett stared out the window at the pacific sunset.

"Claire do you have your homework done?" Sandra asked, coming into the room.

"Yeah Mom," Claire replied numbly.

"What's wrong, honey? Are you having trouble with your boyfriend?"

"I don't have a boyfriend," Sandra raised her eyebrows, "he didn't want people to know about us. He took his file and I haven't seen him since."

"But you're not going to tell anyone, so why does it matter?"

"I wanted to. Just because I can't doesn't change the fact that we have opposing viewpoints."

"Claire, he loves you." Claire turned back to the window. "You could try to make up with him."

"I can try a lot of things that don't work. The only thing that always does is throwing myself off tall buildings."

"Claire! Maybe you should stop all this self pity and think about someone else for a change, like West. All he ever thinks about is you."

"I don't deserve him."

"Exactly, no matter what everyone says, there are no other fish in the sea. Keep the one you've got."

H

Upon arriving at the company facility, Nathan showed Sylar a picture of his family.

"They're in separate rooms," Sylar said, "across the hall from each other."

"Alright," Nathan said, "I just need you to unlock the doors and wait here." Sylar approached a side door and held his hand over the knob for a minute. Using a combination of telekinesis and intuitive aptitude, he convinced the door to open. They started down a long hallway. Sylar stopped between two doors and touching the knobs briefly, he said,

"They're open, I'll wait outside." Nathan nodded and opened the first door. Heidi was there, curled up on the bed, eyes squeezed shut. She wasn't sleeping. Nathan could tell when she was sleeping. He bent and laid his hand on her shoulder. She reacted like lightning, grabbing his hand and collar at the same time. Then, with wide, frightened eyes, she realized who he was.

"Oh, Nathan!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck.

"It's ok," he whispered into her hair, "I'm going to get you out of here." She held him at arms length.

"Where are the boys?"

"In the other room, come on." He helped her up and they crossed the hallway. Nathan yanked open the door and found Simon asleep on the floor with a bloody nose. Monty was sleeping on one of the beds. Nathan shook Simon awake.

"Dad!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms around his father, "I'm so sorry, Dad, I didn't believe you would come."

"It's ok, Simon, you're safe now." Awakened by his brother's cries, Monty also ran over and hugged his father.

"I knew you'd come back," he said. Nathan stood and took both of their hands.

"We have to go," he said, but as the rushed down the hall, another voice called out,

"Take another step, Nathan Petrelli, and you're dead!"

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Peter woke with a start.

It was only a dream, he thought, but then he recalled how many of his dreams had been predictions. It was just a dream. But as Peter dragged himself out of bed and went through his morning routine, he could not get the dream out of his head. In it he saw his brother, alone in some cold place, lying on the floor, in pain, but when Peter tried to help; Nathan acted like he didn't know him. As if this was not disturbing enough, Nathan was nowhere to be found that morning. Caitlin was in the kitchen fixing breakfast when Peter came down.

"Have you seen Nathan?" He asked. Caitlin looked up from the stove.

"No, isn't he still sleeping?"

"No, he's not in the house." Caitlin looked thoughtful for a moment.

"He said something last night about… I don't remember."

"Heidi, Oh, crap!"

"What?"

"Never mind I'll find him," Peter sat down and closed his eyes, "come on Nathan, where are you?"

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