A/N: Sorry it's been so long! The studies are piling up. This one's longer than usual though, so enjoy, and I'll try to have more in a couple days! Review! Tell me what you want to see…who you want to see…etc. XOXO

MOHINDER SURESH

SEATTLE

"Good morning, Dr. Suresh."

Mohinder smiled in response to the cheery greeting he received from Madeline Monroe as he entered her brother's hospital room. "Good morning, Miss Monroe."

"Please, call me Madeline, or Maddie even." She insisted. "I have a feeling we're going to be good friends, now that you've officially taken my brother as a patient."

Mohinder nodded. "That would be nice." He moved to her brother's side and picked up his chart to check on the daily updates. "How are you feeling today Mr. Monroe?"

"I'm fine, and it's Adam. If you're going to be on a first name basis with my sister, you might as well be with me too."

"Very well. Now how about a little honesty? Your charts say that you were complaining of a headache last night. Has it subsided?" Mohinder questioned.

"A little." Adam answered honestly, noticing the glare he was receiving from his sister, which warned him to be entirely truthful with the doctor. "It's still worse than I would like."

"Do you get headaches like this often?"

"Yea…every couple days, sometimes worse than others."

"I would like to track your headaches. Every time you feel one coming on, tell either me, or one of the nurses on call. I want you to pay close attention to everything you feel; where the headache is focused and how intense it is. All right?" Mohinder started scribbling notes on the file as he spoke. "Now, I've mentioned before that I can't guarantee you a cure, but I am going to experiment with one that has worked for another patient of mine, though so far the results have only proved temporary. I'm not certain about the long lasting effects."

"If you've cured someone before, why don't you think it will work again?" Madeline spoke up.

"Every individual has a unique genetic makeup, not to mention there are differences in blood types and ages to consider. My other patient is a young girl, only ten, and I'm quite certain that her genetics are different then yours." Mohinder explained. "Also, she…" He glanced at Madeline and then at Adam, not sure how much to say if he wanted them to continue to trust him.

"What?" The Monroe siblings spoke in unison.

"She possesses certain abilities…special abilities…" Mohinder paused, unable to miss the exchange of looks that passed between the brother and sister. "You have a gift as well, don't you? I assumed you did, it's the only trigger that I am aware of for the virus that you have…"

"I'm sick because of what I can do?" Adam frowned. "That's just perfect."

"Adam…" Madeline placed her hand on his shoulder. "Don't be rude!"

"May I ask you what it is that you can do?"

Adam hesitated, glancing at his sister briefly. She nodded and he sighed. "Well, I'd show you if I could."

"I'm sorry?"

"I haven't been able to in a while."

"Right, the virus is preventing you from accessing your ability." Mohinder explained.

"Tell him what you can do!" Madeline encouraged.

"I'm not sure how to explain it. I can see things that I shouldn't be able to," Adam said.

"Like things that haven't happened yet?"

"No, no, no." Madeline shook her head. "He's explaining it wrong. He can see through walls and stuff!"

Mohinder frowned. "He can see through walls?"

Madeline and Adam both nodded.

"It's like x-ray vision!" Madeline explained, sounding more than just a little proud of his ability.

"That's incredible."

"Sure, when I can do it," Adam sighed, and Mohinder knew that as much as he complained, he thoroughly enjoyed having his ability.

"I will fix you, Adam." Mohinder stated confidently. "At least, I will do everything that is in my power to."

Adam smiled at him just slightly, but it was enough to encourage Mohinder in his mission for finding a cure. It wasn't just Molly anymore. Adam was proof that what had killed his sister, Shanti, and nearly killed Molly, was spreading and it was focusing on people with special abilities. He was determined not to let them suffer for being special.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out to glance at the caller ID. "I'm sorry, but I have to take this."

The Monroes nodded and Mohinder pressed the answer button as he stepped out of the room.

"Claire?"

"Hey Dr. Suresh…how's Seattle?"

"It's good. Rainy, but good. I've actually located someone else who is suffering from the same disease that Molly has." Mohinder told her.

"Does he have an ability too?"

"Yes, I haven't seen it because he can't perform while he's sick, but his sister says it's similar to x-ray vision."

Claire was silent for a minute and then started laughing. "That's awesome!"

"Yes, it is." Mohinder enjoyed the young girl's friendship, but at the same time it wasn't usual for her to call him without a purpose. "Is something wrong Claire? You're still safe right? You're with Peter and he's taking care of you and Molly all right, isn't he?"

"It's more like I'm taking care of Peter and Molly actually, but yes, everything's fine in the way that you mean…" She paused again but Mohinder could still hear her breathing on the other line. "It's Molly."

"What's wrong with her?" Mohinder panicked automatically.

"She's been getting these nightmares…"

"Yes, you've mentioned that to me before…"

"They've been getting worse." Claire informed him. "Peter and I finally got her to talk about them…Mohinder it's awful!"

"What is?"

"What she sees when she goes to sleep," Claire explained. "And it isn't just once in a while. She has the nightmares every night! I'm really worried for her. I think you should come home."

"Claire, I can't just come home. I'm busy here. I have a patient, remember? I care about Molly and I want her to be safe, but I need you and Peter to look after her for me. When I left, you said that you could take care of her."

"I know, and I can for all the general needs, but I don't know how to take care of these nightmares. They're terrifying her so much that she's afraid to go to sleep anymore."

"You have to handle it. If I leave now, Adam could die."

"If Molly's nightmares keep up I'm afraid many more people could die."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know exactly, it's just what she sees…"

"What does she see?"

"Death."

NATHAN & HEIDI

NEW YORK

"Nathan, answer the phone!" Heidi stood at the top of the stairs as the phone persistently rang in her husband's office. "Nathan! Can you please get it?" When he didn't respond, she trudged down the stairs and into the office to find it empty and the phone ringing on his desk. "Where is that man when I need him?" She rolled her eyes and answered the phone. "Hello, Petrelli residence."

"Umm…hi…umm…"

"Oh, hi, this is Claire, isn't it?" Heidi recognized the girl's slight Texan accent almost instantly.

"Yea, it is." Claire paused. "Is this Heidi?"

"Yes." Heidi was silent. Having her husband's daughter over for dinner was one thing, but she wasn't sure how ready she was to start up phone conversations. "How are you?"

"Good…thanks for asking. You?"

"Very well, thank you."

"So…is Nathan there?"

"I don't know. I assumed he would answer his phone, but he's not in his office. Let me look for him. Could you hold a minute?" Heidi was eager to pass the phone off to her husband.

"Sure, I'll wait."

Heidi set the phone down on the desk and started searching the house, calling out every once in a while and waiting for an answer.

"Heidi, what's wrong?" Nathan finally appeared at the top of the steps just as his wife was heading back to the office.

"Good question. Where have you been?" Heidi demanded.

"Up in the attic, just going through some paperwork."

"In the attic?" Heidi repeated.

"Yea…some of dad's old things."

"Oh, I see…" Heidi remembered her purpose and pointed to the office. "Claire's on the phone for you."

"Thanks!" Nathan galloped down the steps, darted past his wife and into his office, unconsciously closing the door for privacy before picking up the phone. "Claire?"

"Hey Nathan."

"Hi! It's good to hear from you. I've been meaning to call you since dinner, but things have been a little busy around here."

"I'm sure they have with you settling into office and everything…I don't want to be bothering you or anything…"

"You're not!" He assured her quickly. "I'm glad that you called. Is there something particular you wanted?"

"Actually, Peter and I have planned a little meeting with some of the others…you know the others with special abilities like ours. We thought it might be a good idea to get everyone together and discuss things…" Claire explained. "See, we think there's a new bad guy in town…"

"A new bad guy?" Nathan repeated.

"I think we could all be in trouble."

"Okay…"

"So, we're going to meet tonight at Peter's place. Do you think you could come?"

"I…I'm not sure Claire." Nathan had had a hard enough time admitting his powers to his wife. He wasn't sure if he was ready to face a whole group of people who shared in his uniqueness.

"Please! I think it's important for us all to know each other…just in case something bad does come up…plus I'd really like to see you again!"

Even though it was only a phone conversation, Nathan could imagine Claire's pleading green eyes, and he couldn't refuse. "What time?"

NIKI, DL, MICAH, MATT, PETER, MOLLY, CLAIRE, NATHAN

PETER'S APARTMENT

"Hello!" Claire pulled back the door, greeting the newest arrivals with a wide smile. "I'm glad you could make it!"

"Yea, me too." Matt gave her a half-hug being careful not to stretch his stitches.

"Come on in, almost everyone's here already." Claire motioned him into the living room where the rest of the group had congregated. She had barely shut the door before she heard the excited squeals of Molly welcoming her 'hero'.

"Officer Parkman!"

Claire looked back just in time to see the little girl flying across the room and wrapping her arms around Matt's stomach.

"Hey Molly!" Matt patted her on the head, trying not to wince at her innocent attack.

"Sweetie, take it easy on him, he's only been out of the hospital for a few days." Claire joined the others as Molly removed herself from her hero.

"Are you still hurting?" She asked him with genuine concern.

"Not too badly." Matt assured her. "Just a little achy every once in a while." He glanced around the room, taking note of the others who had made it to the meeting. "I don't think I've officially met all of you."

"No, we haven't." Niki was the first to stand and proffer her hand. "I'm Niki."

Matt shook her hand cautiously. "Niki? Not Jessica?"

Niki shook her head. "No, not Jessica."

"I don't understand. I've met you. I mean I've met Jessica. She looks exactly like you…"

"I know," she shrugged. "It's hard to understand…I am Niki and then there's Jessica…who I guess is also me…but she hasn't been around in a while."

"Think Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. It helps me get my head around it." Claire spoke up.

"Okay…I'll leave it at that. It's nice to meet you Niki, and as long as you don't try to shoot me or throw me out of a window, then I'm definitely going to like you better than Jessica."

Niki's smile wavered slightly. "She threw you out of a window? I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay. I lived…obviously." Matt glanced behind her at the black man sitting on the couch and the young boy beside him.

"This is my husband, DL, and our son, Micah." Niki introduced her family and then returned to her place beside them on the couch.

"Good to meet you both." Matt took one of the vacant leather armchairs and Molly instantly perched on the arm of his chair, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Is anyone else coming?" Niki asked as Peter and Claire headed into the kitchen for refreshments.

"Maybe…" Claire called back over her shoulder. "I mean, there's only one other possibility and he didn't seem very interested…" She took the bags of chips that Peter handed her and brought them into the living room. "Maybe I should call him again though…" She was interrupted by a knock on the door and rushed to answer it.

"Sorry I'm a little late." Nathan apologized the instant she had opened the door.

"Better late than never," Claire assured him. She lingered in the doorway staring at him for a moment, feeling strangely hypnotized by the sight of the man she had now officially started calling 'dad' in her thoughts, but only in her thoughts. She wasn't ready for him to know that just yet; she did want him to know how much she cared though. "I'm glad you came."

"I thought I should…" He shrugged, but his eyes connected with hers. "And I wanted to see you again…" He hesitated, moving towards her with uncertainty.

She frowned, not quite understanding his motion, but as he started opening his arms she realized he was attempting to give her a hug and she quickly obliged by wrapping her own arms around him first. "You don't have to be afraid to hug me." She told him.

"I know." He tightened his arms around her waist. "I'm not…I just don't quite know how to act with you yet Claire…"

"Just act like yourself." She instructed. "It's going to take time for us to be comfortable with each other, but I'm not in any hurry…"

"Ah, that's sweet." Peter spoke up from behind them, interrupting the emotional scene. "Have you bonded enough yet? There are people waiting!"

Claire and Nathan finally broke their embrace and followed Peter back to the living room.

Claire walked closely behind Peter and stared intently at the back of his head. I know you're listening to me right now…

His head jerked to the side just slight enough for her to know her thoughts were correct.

How am I ever supposed to get anywhere with Nathan if you won't even give us a second alone together?

Peter glanced over his shoulder and offered her a slightly apologetic smile.

I wish I could read your thoughts. It would make this conversation a lot easier.

Peter grinned and stepped back beside her. "You don't have to read my thoughts, Claire. You know if there's ever anything you want to know, all you have to do is ask. I will never keep secrets from you."

Claire processed the sincerity of his comment and smiled. Thanks. I'll never keep any from you either.

"Thanks. It's not like you could even if you wanted to though." He winked and stepped out of her reach just before her mind had time to catch up with what he had said.

"Now we're all here!" Claire announced to the room as she entered with the Petrelli men in toe.

"Nathan!" Niki leapt to her feet.

Nathan's eyes widened; he had no response to the shock of seeing the blonde.

"You two know each other?" Peter inquired, eyeing the two curiously.

"We've met…" Niki mumbled, her face blushing abnormally. Her eyes shifted between her husband and Nathan and she slowly resumed her seat.

"Once or twice." Nathan added, unable to resist narrowing his eyes at her. "This, I'm assuming is your husband and son?" He motioned to DL and Micah.

"I'm DL Hawkins." DL stood to shake Nathan's hand, glancing briefly at Niki.

"Nathan Petrelli." He shook DL's hand before taking one of the open armchairs.

"He's Claire's father." Niki spoke up unnecessarily. She seemed eager to keep the conversation going, and not revolving around how she and Nathan knew each other.

Claire smiled and nodded.

"So, aren't we supposed to be having a meeting of some sort?" Matt interrupted the casual chitchat. "I don't mean to rush this, but I do have a very pregnant and very hormonal wife waiting up for me."

"Where are you and Janice staying now that you're out of the hospital anyway?" Claire asked as she took the last remaining armchair, leaving Peter the last one standing. He analyzed the situation with a frown, wondering why he didn't have a seat in his own home.

"We're staying at a hotel for now." Matt answered Claire's question as her eyes wandered up to Peter.

We can share. She offered him, letting the others continue their conversation as she focused on Peter. His smile confirmed that he had picked up on her thought and she stood as he came over and took her place in the chair. I said we'd share! She whined. He smiled and patted his lap. You've got to be kidding me! She frowned, but he ignored her thought and hooked his finger through one of the belt loops on her jeans, pulling her down onto his lap.

"Peter!" She neglected her thoughts due to the shock of his sudden action.

Everyone's attention was suddenly drawn to the two as they continued to squabble.

"What?" Peter glanced around at them all, keeping his arms firmly locked around Claire's waist. "I don't have enough chairs. Can we get on with the meeting now?"

"Dr. Suresh wanted to be here, but he's found someone in Seattle who needs his medical attention." Claire explained to the group, giving in to Peter and finally settling down comfortably on his lap.

"Peter, you're the one who initiated this meeting. So, what exactly is it for?" Niki asked.

Peter hesitated. "I…I don't know. I just thought we should all get together and…talk…"

"About what?'

"About what we can do." He exclaimed, thinking the reason should have been obvious. "I know I was relieved the first time I learned that I wasn't alone…I've had some time to process it and obviously do something with my gifts…I just wondered how the rest of you felt I suppose."

Claire tried not to laugh at how badly formed his plan was. You really didn't think this out did you?

"Shut up." He poked her in the ribs.

"Who are you talking to?" DL asked.

"Never mind." He shook his head. "So?"

"So what?" Nathan piped in, a little more curtly than was necessary. "What do you want us to say Peter? I don't think everyone's as happy as you are about what we can do."

Peter frowned. "Do you all feel that way?"

Molly's eyes watered and she buried her head in Matt's shoulder, but Peter could read her thoughts. If I couldn't do what I can do, he couldn't get into my head and use me to hurt other people.

Peter decided to use his powers to inspect the rest of the gathered people's thoughts; he didn't care that Claire would accuse him of invading their privacy. He focused on Niki and tried not to react to what she was thinking.

I almost killed my husband. That's not who I want to be.

He blinked, removing himself from her mind and focused on his own brother: I should have been in the car with Heidi. If it weren't for my abilities she might not have ever been hurt.

Peter started to intrude into Claire's mind, but pulled out, thinking better of it—he had heard enough. "I'm sorry. Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all."