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Can I just say I'm mad about this chapter for refusing to cooperate? I've seriously been trying to write this since I posted the last one, but it refuses to write itself.

Also, I guess I have been kind of busy what with getting casts off (finally!) and having to relearn to walk, which is very very difficult. Then my laptop broke. Twice. And I fixed it the second time with duct tape. And its like 32degree's celesus outside, which is roughly 90farenhight. Since I live in Winnipeg, and I'm wearing shorts and standing in front of fans at 2celesus (35farenhight), and my house doesn't have AC, I'm pretty much dying of heat stroke 24/7. Which makes it hard to write.

Anyways, hope this doesn't suck.

"I've been very calm about this, Nathan. I haven't even asked who's mind you want erased." Noah pointed out.

"Yes." Nathan agreed.

"I'm asking now."

Nathan nodded. "Fair enough. I tried to speak to the President about shutting down the program. Building 26. Everything. But it turns out he's terrified of the idea of people with ability's running around."

Noah didn't say anything for a minute. When he spoke again, his voice sounded odd. "So you figured you would erase the mind of the President of the United States of America?"

"Yes."

"You don't think giant gapes in his memory might raise suspicion?"

Nathan looked at Noah, exasperated. "Of course it will. But if I try and change my position even slightly, he'll take me off the program, and rehire Danko."

Noah nodded slowly. "How is our friend Danko, by the way?"

Nathan sighed. "No idea. His residence is vacated, and he hasn't been using his credit cards for anything."

"A man like Danko probably has more credit cards under different names. And also a large stash of cash."

"And guns, Noah. And a grudge against these people."

Noah watched as Nathan ran a hand through his hair and sighed in anger. "Are you beginning to regret letting Danko go?"

Nathan held his lips together tightly. "He needed to go. But we really shouldn't have lost track of him."

"The only people we can even consider trusting are the ones that are hiding from us. We didn't have any way to track him, he's too well trained."

Nathan nodded grudgingly. "This was a stupid idea." he mumbled.

Noah laughed. A laugh that said 'Yes, it was. Stupid idea, and we are stupid people for having it.'

Nathan shook his head slowly, his eyes finding the window and gazing out at the sky. "What are we going to do, Noah?"

Noah paused well he considered. "We need to find them."

Line.

Neviah leaned against Alan as her blind eyes swept the room.

"What should we do with him?" Alan knew to keep his voice soft, as Neviah's senses were raw from the emotional stress of the day and the sudden onslaught of visions.

"We keep him alive. We keep him asleep. We keep him tied down. We keep him like that until we kill him." her voice was soft and young, but so tired she sounded ancient.

Neviah shook her head and left the small room in which Danko was being kept.

She thought about her family. About the day she had left.

How she knew she couldn't stay at home, how she had asked Alan to come with her and had left without a goodbye to her family.

How she hadn't stayed anywhere over a month in the past five years. How she had been living in motels, hotels, and the homes of Specials that she was helping. She had thought she might finally be able to settle down for a while after the collapse of Primatech. She had even bought an apartment.

A day later she saw Danko coming after her.

She smiled as she imagined what they must have thought when they stormed her apartment and had found a note that read,

Dear Homeland Security,
How do you catch a precog?
Not like this.
Sorry. Maybe you'll do better next time. But I doubt it.
Say 'hi' to Danko, Petrelli, and Bennet for me.
Love,
Neviah and Alan

She smiled at the memory, then quickly banished it from her face. Smiling right now wouldn't make people all that happy about her, and she really didn't need them trying to over throw her or something equally irrational that people that are consumed with grief and anger are prone to doing.

Someone approached her as she walked through the building, a hand always on a wall, counting doorways and turns.

"Neviah?"

Neviah stopped walking and turned towards the voice. "Yes, Claire?"

The girl didn't speak for a few seconds. "My mom." she said finally.

"Meredith Gordon."

Claire began to nod, but realized that she has to speak and said "Yes."

"What about her?"

Claire paused again. "Are you the one who's keeping her from waking up?"

Neviah didn't answer.

Claire sighed loudly. "Because, I mean, if you are, all I want to know is why you wont let her wake up."

Neviah nodded. "I'm not the one keeping her."

Claire sighed sadly.

"Although I know who is."

Line.

Adusia kneeled next to the place her sisters body had been set down, unable to get up and move even after her sister was moved, her breathing harsh and shallow. Most avoided that section of the building, that horrible corner which now reeked of death.

The smell of death didn't come from the bodies that were no longer there, but from Adusia.

Only a small group of people watched her, afraid to approach. Claire. Peter. Gabriel. A tense little group of immortals that would be fighting to the (theoretical) death any other time. But something about this girls pain made them stop.

It made Claire want to comfort her.

It made Peter access the extreme power of empathy he has.

And it made Gabriel, the serial killer who would usually be ripping her head open to take her amazing power, think. Of death. Of the family of those he's killed. The mothers? Fathers? Children? Aunts, uncles, cousins? What did they do after he had killed their loved ones?

He was feeling empathy. Something that was incredibly rare since Brian Davis.

Claire stepped forward to Adusia, and moved to place a hand on her shoulder.

"Don'ttouchme." the three words came out as one, in a gust of air spilling from her mouth with such urgency Claire froze.

"I can't... I can't hold it. My power. Its... all over me. Everywhere. Not just my hands. You touch me, it'll kill you."

Claire looked over her shoulder to Peter and Gabriel with a desperate look on her face. Gabriel stepped forward.

"Your power wont effect Claire and myself, and Peter as long as he has Claire's power."

Claire put a hand on Adusia's shoulder. She flinched, but Claire remained alive.

Adusia looked at Claire, and sucked in a sharp breath, and Claire grabbed her hand and held it tightly.

Adusia closed her eyes. "No one has held my hand for years. Not since my mother."

Claire sat down next to her, still holding her hand. "Your mother?"

"Dead, now. Like my dad. Like my grandparents. My parents were only children. My sister was all I had left."

Claire sat in silence. "I'm sorry," she finally said softly.

"Yeah. Me too."

Line.

Daphne felt sore all over, like she was one big bruise. She moaned in pain and annoyance.

"Daphne? Daphne, are you awake?" the voice was urgent and worried.

Her eyelids fluttered open. "Matt?" she croaked.

He smiled, relived. "Hey. Don't ever do that again, please."

She blinked a few times to clear the fog from her eyes, and sat up slowly. "What... what happened?" she suddenly remembered. "What happened to Danko?"

Matt looked murderous. "He's alive. You stopped him, but you shouldn't have been using your power yet, according to Adusia. It made you pass out. I- I didn't know if you would be okay. And Adusia wouldn't tell me."

"Why?"

Matt sighed. "Her sister died. Danko shot her. I could hardly get her to tell me why you collapsed."

Daphne sighed. "Did anyone else die?"

"Five, in total. Claire was one, though. But she came back. Adusia's power is useless, and since Claire was killed, so was her blood."

"Five people..."

Matt looked at her with amazing love in his eyes, and she wondered how she had ever doubted it. "I'm just glad you weren't one of the five."

She smiled up at him and brought her lips to his.

Blah. I don't like this. But I have stupid writers block, and this is the best I can do. Sorry.