A/N: Okay advice needed…after this section with Nathan…do you want me to actually show the conversation with the boys or should I just skip to afterwards?

NATHAN

NEW YORK

"So, why not tonight?" Nathan asked. "I thought you were excited to meet the kids."

"I am." Claire insisted. "I really am…but something's come up…"

"Something?" Nathan frowned. Claire had wanted to meet Simon and Monty for so long and now she finally had an opportunity and she was backing out. "What exactly has come up?"

"Umm…I don't know how to explain it, but we have an unexpected visitor. His name is Claude and he's sort of a friend of Peter's. Anyway, he's got an ability too and he used to work with my dad…"

"Claude?" Nathan repeated the name to himself three times. It sounded familiar, but he didn't know why. "So, you'd rather stay and visit with this guy then come over here?"

"No…it's not like that," Claire protested quickly. "I do really want to come and meet the boys, but Claude knows things…I think he could know stuff about me…"

"I don't understand. What could he know about you?"

"He was there the night of the fire, when I was supposed to have died. Maybe he knows who started the fire, or why…"

"Claire…" Nathan wasn't sure why this part of her history interested her so much, but she seemed determined to discover every minute detail of her past in order to figure out her future.

"I know you don't understand, but it's important to me to find out what he knows…" She stopped and he could hear her talking to someone else in the background, but he couldn't make out what she was saying. A moment later she returned to the phone conversation with a sigh. "Never mind Nathan. I'll be there in an hour."

"Oh…okay," Nathan wondered about the sudden change. "I'll see you soon, then." When he hung up the phone, Nathan sat still in his desk chair for a moment, reflecting on the unusual conversation he had just finished with his daughter; his wife soon interrupted him.

"So, should I have Sara prepare for five tonight?" Heidi asked as she peered into her husband's office once she was sure he had finished his phone call.

"Yes, Claire will be here within the hour." Nathan assured her.

Heidi smiled. "Good, the boys are excited to meet her."

"Have you told them who she is yet?"

"No, I told you that was your job."

"Right…" Nathan had hoped she would fold and do it herself, but clearly it was going to be left to him. He recognized it was his responsibility, but he didn't have any idea how to explain to his sons that they had a sister with a different mother. They weren't babies, they would undoubtedly understand, but that was half the trouble. He wasn't sure he wanted them to know that much about his past. He sighed and nodded to his wife, "All right, you can send them down…"

"Now?" Heidi glanced at the clock. "You're going to tell them now?"

"Well, it's probably a good idea for me to tell them before Claire gets here."

"Of course…"

"And if I tell them now, they'll have plenty of time to ask whatever questions they might have." Nathan stood from his desk and approached his wife. "Do you want to be there when I tell them?"

"No, I don't really." She didn't take any time to answer.

"Okay, then will you have them come down to the living room? I think that would be the best environment…"

"I'm not sure the place you tell them is going to have much effect on the news."

Nathan sighed. Heidi was being much more difficult than he had expected her to be. "Heidi, please. This is hard enough for me to do without your persistent negativity."

"I'm sorry," she paused, considered him for a moment, and then kissed his cheek. "It's going to be fine. The boys have always wanted a sister. They're going to love Claire."

"Thank you."

"Go and wait in the living room. I'll send the boys down."

MICAH & MOLLY

NEW YORK

"So, when's your mom going to be home?"

"Not until late tonight." Micah started pulling books from his backpack as Molly made herself comfortable on the couch.

"And your dad's out late too, right?"

"Yep."

"Good…"

"Why?" Micah evaluated Molly's expression. "What are you thinking?"

"Exactly what you're thinking."

"That we should get started on our homework and have dinner ready for them when they get home."

"No," Molly shook her head and shoved her books aside. "I think we should practice."

"Practice?" Micah hesitated. He knew exactly what she meant, and he knew that he wanted to, but his parents had laid down rules and he didn't like to break their rule. "I don't think we should…"

"Come on! They don't have to know. Besides, Dr. Suresh always told me it was important to practice my ability so that I can have confidence in knowing I can do it any time I need to."

"But my mom and dad don't want us to use our abilities. They said it could be dangerous."

"How? You're power's harmless."

"But if someone found out…someone who shouldn't…"

"No one's going to see us. We'll stay inside. Come on! Don't you want to know how much you can do?"

"Fine," Micah gave in.

"Great! Your first."

"What should I do?"

"I don't know," Molly shrugged. "What sort of stuff do you usually do?"

"Nothing big really…" He thought about how he had changed all the votes for Mr. Petrelli. That had been the largest feat he had ever tried. He remembered how tired he had been after. "I could order us pizza online."

Molly rolled her eyes, "so could I." She thought for a minute and then smiled. "You can talk to electrical things that are connected, right?" He nodded. "So isn't everything in this apartment technically connected through the wiring?"

"I guess."

Molly pointed to an empty outlet near the floor. "Make the TV turn on."

"I don't know if that will work."

"Try."

Micah moved off the couch and knelt beside the outlet. Hesitating only briefly, he placed his hand over it and closed his eyes to concentrate. Molly stared at the TV in anticipation. Micah focused all his energy on the TV, letting his mind speak to the wires. After three minutes he almost gave up, but then Molly squealed and the TV roared to life.

"You did it!" She clapped her hands.

"I did!" Micah was stunned, but also exhausted. His head ached slightly, but his excitement made him ignore it. "Your turn." He knew he could turn off the TV the same way, but he was too strained to even attempt it.

"Okay, who should I find?"

"Have you ever looked for someone you didn't know?"

Molly shook her head. "I usually have at least a picture of someone."

"Then I'm going to give you a name, and you're going to find her without seeing her first."

"Okay," Molly sat up straight on the couch. "Get me that map."

Micah retrieved the atlas book that Molly used when she needed to find someone and placed it open on her lap. "Her name's Tina Valencia."

Molly said the name out loud twice before closing her eyes and focusing on it She emptied her mind of every other face and thought only of Tina. Her hand hovered above the atlas and after a few moments she started flipping the pages, shuffling through regions of North America. After a few more moments a house popped into her mind and then the hazy form of a woman. It took longer than usual for her appearance to settle, but eventually Molly could make out her bright red hair. Her hand landed and she opened her eyes to read.

"Las Vegas." She smiled. "I saw her! She had red, curly hair and she was very pretty."

Micah nodded. "That right. And she lives in Vegas. She's my mom's best friend."

"Wow," Molly couldn't stop smiling. "That was cool! So, I can find like anyone!"

"Yea, but can you do it without a map?" Micah tested her.

"No," she answered quickly. "I mean…I don't think so."

"But you've never tried it have you?"

"Not really. I mean at first I guess I did, but then I realized that I needed a map. That's the best way."

"But not necessarily the only way," Micah persisted. "Try it again. Focus on someone you know and try to locate them without a map."

"How?"

"Visualize them and their surroundings until you have a solid picture of where they are. Look for markers like street names or something."

Molly nodded, taking in what he was suggesting. "I don't think it will work…"

"You'll never know until you try."

Molly sucked in her lower lip and then shut her eyes to concentrate. Her mind automatically pulled up an image of Matt—her hero. He was the only person that she could think of that she wanted to see; she missed him more than anyone and it had been a couple weeks since she last saw him. After a couple minutes of silent focus, she visualized him walking down a sidewalk. Nothing else stood out to her, but her hand twitched, automatically searching for a map to stick a pin in.

"Focus," Micah encouraged her.

Molly frowned as she tried to focus harder on Matt's surroundings. She mentally searched for something that could indicate where he was, but nothing was materializing for her to grasp on to. Finally though, after another minute, a street sign formed above his head. And after a few more moments of concentration, she visualized the cross street as well.

"I did it!" She announced with a wide smile as she opened her eyes. "I found Matt!"

"Where is he?"

"Grove Street and Waverly."

"That's just around the corner," Micah told her. "What's he doing in our neighborhood?"

Molly's eyes widened. "He's really that close?"

"Yea."

She leapt off the couch and sprinted towards the door.

"Molly, wait!" Micah snatched his keys from the table and darted after her. "We shouldn't leave the apartment."

"I have to see him!" She insisted, already running down the hallway towards the stairs that would take them to the street.

Micah shut the door and locked it quickly before chasing after her. By time he reached the steps she was heading down the sidewalk. "Molly wait! You're going the wrong way!"

She halted and turned, staring at him as though contemplating whether or not he was telling the truth. He pointed in the other direction and nodded and she gave in, turning to run back in the other direction; Micah followed her swiftly. They ran together around the corner and two blocks down until Molly spotted the street signs she had seen in her mind.

"This is it, he should be here!"

"Maybe you read the signs wrong." Micah glanced up at the street signs mounted to a telephone pole above their heads.

"No, I'm sure I didn't!" Molly frowned and looked around anxiously; she was determined not to be wrong. A moment later the kids spun as they heard the squeal of tires rounding the corner.

"Molly, maybe we should go…" Micah tugged at her hand as two cars sped toward them, the car in the back had a single police light flashing red from the roof.

"Wait…" Molly peered at the cop car and her face lit up. "That's Matt! He's a cop again!"

"Molly really, we shouldn't be here. It could be dangerous."

When the cars swerved dangerously close to the sidewalk where the kids were standing, Molly agreed and allowed him to drag her back a few steps. She didn't leave though. Instead she convinced Micah to hide with her in the opening of an alleyway where they could still see the street. Matt had managed to speed up and cut off the other car and so now both cars were stopped and the passengers were evacuating. Molly gasped when Matt pulled a gun and aimed it at the guy he was pursuing.

"Molly seriously!" Micah was whispering now and he still sounded anxious, but he was just as riveted to the spot as Molly was. Neither of them would leave until they saw the scene play out.

"Stay right where you are!" Matt shouted to the man who was standing by his car, his eyes shifting speedily debating his escape. "You are under arrest…" The man darted to the left and Matt pulled the trigger on his gun, landing a bullet in the other man's shoulder.

Molly covered her eyes instinctively with her hands, while Micah watched, unable to turn away. A moment later the sound of sirens filled the street and five more squad cars pulled up to surround Matt and the now wounded man.

"He was trying to escape," Matt informed the new arrivals. "Someone want to cuff him before he succeeds?"

Three cops cornered the man and twisted his arms around behind his back to secure him in cuffs; they ignored his complaints about his wounded arm, telling him he'd be taken care of once they got him behind bars.

"You want to ride in with him?" One of the cops asked Matt.

He was about to answer when he frowned and looked away from the cops. He seemed to be listening to something, but nobody was saying anything. A moment later he turned his attention back to the cop and shook his head. "No, you go ahead. I'm off duty in a few minutes and I've got to get home."

"All right," the cop nodded and ushered the handcuffed victim into the back of a different cop car. "Let's bring him in. See you later Matt!"

Matt watched all the cop cars pull away, waiting until he was alone in the street with his car and the man's now abandoned vehicle, which they would have a toe truck come and retrieve. His eyes scanned the empty streets and he seemed to be listening again. Finally he gave up and just spoke out loud: "I know you're there. I can hear what you're thinking Molly."

Molly gasped and slowly crept out from their hiding place. Micah followed. "Hi Matt!" She broke into a run and leapt into his outstretched arms.

"What are you kids doing here?" He demanded. He hugged her, but seemed reluctant to show his excitement in seeing her.

"I found you in my head and I wanted to come see you!"

"Okay, first of all, you shouldn't use your abilities without good reason. Second, you shouldn't be running around the city by yourselves." He glanced at Micah. "Where're your mom and dad?"

"Working," Micah answered. "Molly and I just got home from school."

"Well, I'm pretty sure they wouldn't be happy if they heard that the two of you ran into the middle of a police operation that involved shooting!"

"We were staying out of the way…" Molly protested.

"It could have been very dangerous for you both." Matt reprimanded them.

"I just wanted to see you. I miss you."

"I know sweetie," Matt knelt so that he was eye level with her. "I miss you too, and I'm sorry I haven't gotten to see more of you. My new job keeps me busy…"

"Are you a police officer again?"

"Yep, I've been hired with the NYPD." He smiled at the grin of pride she was giving him. "Next time you want to see me though, can you promise to just call me instead of running off to find me?"

Molly nodded.

"Good, now let's get you two back home."

SYLAR

LONDON

"Mr. Sylar, it's good to hear from you. I was starting to worry."

"About what?" Sylar clenched the phone tightly, trying not to overreact to the domineering tone he heard in Mr. Okenberg's voice.

"About you," Mr. Okenberg answered calmly. "I have to admit that Angela and I have had our doubts about your loyalty."

"Have you?" Sylar tried to sound unconcerned. "I don't see why. I have done everything that you have asked of me. Really, I have been the perfect employee."

"That's true, you have been very obedient up to this point…"

"And you think this might change?" Sylar was starting to resent his employers, not to mention everything they had been asking him to do. "If you have a problem with my performance then please don't hesitate to tell me, but don't tiptoe around the subject." He glanced at the clock. "I really don't have time to discuss this right now."

"Oh? Is there something more important for you to be doing?" Mr. Okenberg implied plenty with his tone. "Because I was under the impression that you had nothing to do except what we asked of you."

Sylar caught his mistake too late. "I'm sorry. It's nothing important really."

"Are you sure about that? Are we keeping you from something, Mr. Sylar…or perhaps it is someone…"

Sylar wondered how much they knew about his relationship with Emily; they definitely seemed to know something. "No, there's nothing…nobody."

"Good, because we have another assignment for you."

"Already?" Sylar spoke without thinking.

"Is that a problem?"

"No…" Sylar thought about the one he had just returned from; the mission without a purpose. He wondered if this would be another of those seemingly pointless murders.

"Why are you hesitating?"

"I'm not."

"Good, then you will be receiving instructions by tomorrow."

"I'll be waiting." He didn't hang up yet. "One question…"

"Of course."

"This assignment…will I be acquiring a new ability? I mean will the person I be meeting have abilities this time?"

"Does it matter?"

Sylar had no answer. "I'll be waiting for my orders." He hung up the phone and gripped it tightly in his fist. For a moment he thought of crushing it, but he eventually set it down.

Sylar's feelings about his job had been changing in the past week. He felt that Angela and Mr. Okenberg had somehow trapped him in a life he had never asked for. The murder had started out as something that he agreed to simply because he knew he was good at it, and the thought of acquiring some new powers from the undeserving pleased him. Now, however, he had started to lose the excitement that it had once given him. He had murdered two people in the past two weeks who showed no sign of having abilities. He couldn't justify that and neither could his employers; they had given him no explanation and he didn't like being controlled.