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Wow. It's actually quite funny, because I keep having ideas about little one shots or whole other stories about characters in this story. I also might do a sequel, but I don't think it'll be a crossover, and it won't have NCIS in it. Huh. Funny how this simply started by me watching an episode of NCIS and saying, wouldn't it be awesome if Ziva had a power...?
"You still haven't talked to her?"
Tony looked up to see Samantha standing behind him. "Are you ever going to start a conversation with me in any other way?" he asked.
"No. But have you?" she told him. "I mean, I know you haven't, but it's normal to ask."
He closed his eyes. "No, I haven't." He repeated.
She poked him. "Why not?" she asked. "You're not Claire, you're gonna die sometime, and when you do you can't come back." She said.
He paused slightly at that. He felt a small part of him gasping and blinking in surprise, but most of him wasn't shocked at all. That was what shocked him.
"Immortal cheerleader." He said under his breath.
"Yes, immortal cheerleader. And you're changing the subject." Samantha said stubbornly.
Tony sighed, sliding down the wall on sit on the floor. "Look, I'm not going to, so you might as well just give it up and stop bothering me." He said sharply, regretting the words as they slipped past his lips. Samantha was being very nice to him, and he could almost call her a friend. He felt ashamed at being rude.
She, however, simply snorted like he had said something vaguely funny that she thought was stupid, and sat down next to him.
"How old are you, Tony?" she asked.
He shrugged. "Relevance?"
She shook her head. "Just saying, lots of men your age have families. Wives and children, all that. Your mom is dead, you don't see your father ever, and you aren't that close to any other family members."
"Your point?"
"Simply that someday you'll wake up and you won't have anyone that cares about you." She grimaced. "Trust me, I know."
Tony looked away.
"And speaking of Ziva, here comes Ziva!" Samantha said, a touch of humour in her voice. She stood up. "Talk." She said, then walked away.
Line.
Claire felt awkward.
Not surprising, considering Peter sat on one side of her, Amanda sat on the other, Sylar sat across from them, and Amna sat next to him. Having serial killers who have killed multiple family members of yours, even if one came back to life, sitting in the same room with you talking with a dead woman who is the mother of the girl sitting next to you can do that.
"I'm sorry about what happened, last time we saw each other." Amna said.
"You have nothing to be sorry about. I'm the one who started it." Sylar disagreed.
"No, I'm fairly sure it was your mom who started it." Amna said with a crooked smile.
Sylar laughed. "You're probably right. We weren't to blame; my mother was." His smile faded. "You know what happened after you left though, don't you."
Amna flickered, becoming less opaque, then came back. They glanced at Amanda.
"Sorry," she muttered. But Sylar seemed to notice Claire and Peter watching him, and stopped talking.
Peter narrowed his eyes. "What happened, Sylar?"
He glanced at Peter, then back at Amna. "After she left, I went to go work on my watch." He glanced down at it on his wrist. "Not long after that, Brian Davis came in." He said.
The name triggered something in Claire's brain. "The first special person I killed." Sylar said. Claire's eyes went wide.
Peter's eyes narrowed. "First special person?" he asked, picking up on that one word. "Meaning you had killed non special people before?"
Sylar froze, realizing the slip of the tongue.
"Once." He said simply, wondering why he sounded like a guilty kid.
Peter shook his head.
Amna stood up, somehow managing to project anger.
"Don't you act like that. You don't have any idea who it was he killed, or who he might have saved by doing it. You weren't there at the time, you didn't know him, you don't have any idea how much Gabriel helped the world by taking that bastard out of it." She snarled.
Peter stared wide eyed.
Claire turned to Amanda. "I assume she knew the victim." She said.
Amanda nodded. "He was my grandfather."
"My father." Amna said.
Line.
"Matt." Daphne said.
He turned towards her, a smile on his face. "Hey. How you feeling?" he asked.
She grimaced. "I'm fine. Adusia said I'll be tired for a few days, well my body realizes it's not actually dying anymore, but other than that, I'm fine."
Matt nodded, not looking entirely convinced.
"So, life has been pretty hectic lately, hasn't it?" Daphne said.
Matt nodded.
"You've been pretty distant, Matt, ever since your wife showed up." She said nervously.
"Ex-wife, Daphne, and that's because I found out I have a son. My father was pretty pathetic, and I want to be a good father. I've already missed too much; I can't miss anymore." He said sharply.
She looked at him. "No need to get angry."
"I'm not. I'm just... I feel like I don't know what to do. I love you, Daphne. I know I tell you that a lot, but it's true. But, I have a son. And Molly, who I haven't seen for a while, who I thought of as a daughter for so long. I've missed her, and I need to spend time with Matt junior." He said.
Daphne nodded, a small smile on her lips.
"I love you too, Matt. And I know I don't say that much. Mostly because I wasn't sure if I loved you as much as you loved me. But I know now, Matt. Because I agree with you, we are soul mates. As cheesy as that sounds." She smiled wider.
Matt pulled her into a hug, holding her close, remembering how he had felt when she had came back from the dead, how he had felt when he had seen her face, standing at the bottom of the escalator at the airport, seeing her for the first time, for real, not in a spirit walk. How he had felt when he watched the bullets pierce her skin, the blood seep through her clothing. His absolute hatred and fear and pain when he thought she was dead.
But she wasn't dead. And that was all that mattered, in this second.
Because whatever pain might come later, there was none right now, and he would cherish that.
So he held her close, and prayed that it would never end.
Wow. I suck at emotional scenes and stuff, so if this Matt and Daphne thing was utterly stupid, sorry about that.