A/N: this update isn't very long, especially considering the last one, but I felt bad about how long I was taking so I decided to post what I have. Hopefully I'll be able to update again before long. Especially now that the new season has begun (yay!) I'm even more eager to keep writing. Thanks for the reviews!!

SYLAR & EMILY

THEIR APARTMENT, NEW YORK CITY

"You'll find her Emily."

"We don't even know where to start anymore. There aren't any records of her after California. You said she was taken into federal custody, but she seems to have just vanished!"

"I'm sure that is for her own protection. Whoever is keeping her is probably hiding her so she'll be safe…" he couldn't bring himself to finish his thought, but Emily did it for him.

"Safe from you?"

"And others who could want to use her," he agreed. "Like the company."

"Oh God, if they get to her first…" Emily started to cry. "It's all my fault! I never should have left her."

"You were doing that for her own good," he reminded her. "It wouldn't have been safe for her with you at that time, and you know it. You had enough to worry about hiding yourself; it would have been impossible with a baby."

"She must hate me for abandoning her."

"I'm sure she doesn't hate you. In fact it's quite possible she doesn't even know…"

"What?" Emily looked up at him, suddenly horrified.

"Well, don't you think it's possible that no one ever told her she was adopted? She might think the people she lived with in California were her real parents."

Emily cried harder. "I never even considered that. She might not even know about me."

Sylar quickly realized his mistake and came to her side. "The moment she meets you though, I know she will love you."

"You don't know that."

"How could she not?"

Emily sniffed as her tears subsided. "I need to find her Gabriel."

"I know, and you will."

"Me? What about you? Aren't you going to help?"

Sylar stood and moved away from her quickly. He didn't speak, but he started to pace back and forth from the living room to the kitchen.

"Gabriel?" Emily watched him. "You told me you would help. You told me you wanted nothing as much as to see me reunited with Molly!"

"And that's true, but I can't help. You have to take it on your own from here."

She gaped at him.

"I just can't be involved anymore."

"So that's it then? As soon as things begin to get complicated, you give up?"

"It's not just complicated, Emily, it's impossible!" Sylar continued to pace without ever making eye contact with Emily. "You don't understand…if they knew I was here…"

"I can't believe it. I finally find a guy and he's evil."

"I'm not evil!" He protested. "At least…not anymore…I'm trying not to be…Emily I just want to make you happy, but this is something I can't do. Please don't ask it of me."

She stood from where she had been sitting on the couch and crossed to him, forcing him to stand still for a moment. "Gabriel, you have never made me anything but happy. Even when you told me about your past and I learned all the terrible things you had done, I never stopped loving you. You have changed. You're not that person anymore, and I believe that if you let them, others will see the beautiful and good man that I see."

He smiled and pulled her into his arms for a hug, but when she couldn't see his face anymore, his smile faded and his eyes grew dark. I did such horrible things. I hurt so many people. She doesn't even know what evil is.

PETER & CLAUDE

CLAUDE'S APARTMENT-HEADQUARTERS, NEW YORK

"You really are a bloody idiot, you know that mate?" Claude leaned against a wall with his arms folded across his chest and his eyes brooding pensively.

"Thanks. I appreciate that." Peter leaned against the opposite wall with his chin up and his eyes narrowed. "I didn't do anything wrong."

"You disobeyed my orders."

"Okay, one, I don't take orders from you. Two, you never told me not to tell them."

"It was implied."

"Oh, right, now I'm supposed to be taking implied orders." Peter shook his head. "Look, I'm here to help you guys and your mission, but if that means I'm supposed to stand here and have you lecture me for telling the truth to my friends, then forget it. I'm out." He started to leave the room, but Claude stopped him.

"I might have overreacted a bit."

"A bit?" Peter paused without turning back to him.

"I'm sorry, all right? You're right. You had no reason not to tell them about us, though in the future, it'd be best if you kept your mouth shut."

Peter rolled his eyes and left the room. In the living room, most of the group was waiting, pretending not to be at all interested in the conversation they knew was taking place in the bedroom, but as soon as Peter stepped out to join them, they all looked away from the door and pretended to be absorbed in conversations with each other.

"Nice knowing all you, but I'm out!" Peter waved to the group and grabbed his jacket from the chair where he had left it. He only made it a few feet towards the door before Sarah was at his side.

"Peter, what do you mean you're out? What happened?"

"Claude and I aren't seeing eye to eye anymore." Peter looked over Sarah's head to where Claude was emerging from the bedroom.

"But Peter, you can't just leave!" Sarah grabbed his arm. "We need you. I need you! What about my brother?"

"I have other commitments, Sarah. You know that."

"Other commitments?" She laughed. "Why are these other commitments suddenly so important to you? For the last six weeks you've barely mentioned them, and suddenly they're so important that you're leaving us…"

Peter glared at her and pulled his arm free. He couldn't explain to Sarah, or to anyone else, how Claire, by speaking to him, had given him permission to make her a priority again—even if she didn't realize it.

"What about me? What about us? Don't I mean anything to you?"

"Sarah, don't make this harder than it has to be. I enjoy knowing you and I'd like to see you still, but I can't be a part of this team…"

"I'm a part of this team though, and I can't be your girlfriend and ignore the fact that you abandoned the rest of them…" she looked back to the others who were once again pretending not to listen.

"He's not going to abandon anyone." Claude spoke up finally. "His pride's been wounded a bit that's all. Once he gets over himself, he'll come back around. No worries."

Sarah didn't look convinced. Her height was comparable to Peter, and now she stared directly into his eyes. "Don't I mean anything to you?"

"Of course you do," he assured her. "But I'm trying to see the bigger picture…"

She kissed him quickly, but his cell phone rang and he cut the kiss short to check the caller ID. His eyes lit up when he saw the name and he stepped back from Sarah.

"I've got to go. I'll call you, okay?" He exited the apartment and she watched him go.

"He'll be back." Claude told her.

"He didn't feel sad," she said. "Not at all. He felt no remorse about leaving me." If her tears had matched her emotions at that moment, she would have sobbed, but Sarah had never been one to cry, so she simply shook her head and returned to the living room to join the others.

After leaving the apartment, Peter wasted no time in answering his call.

"Hi Claire."

"Hey you!" Claire's voice was as chipper as it used to be. He had almost forgotten how happy she could be.

"It's good to hear your voice."

"Yea, you too."

"So, are we still on for dinner tonight?"

"You mean the family dinner at Nathan's, right?"

"Right…what else would I mean?"

"I know that tone, Peter. It's a dangerous tone."

"It's not dangerous. It's completely innocent."

"You and I are not having dinner alone…ever. Remember?"

"I know."

"I'll see you at dinner tonight."

"I can't wait."

"Me either."

Peter stayed on the phone until he heard the click from Claire's end of the line. It took her a few minutes and he knew she was listening for him to hang up. It reminded him of the conversations they used to have before the fight, and for a moment he could almost forget about the time they hadn't been speaking.

ANGELA AND MR. OKENBERG

HEADQUARTERS, LONDON

"We have to find them."

"Clearly," Angela tapped her manicured-nails against the window as she stared out contemplatively. "Yet, we all remember how well Andrea can hide herself when she doesn't want to be found."

"She goes by Emily now…"

"Yes, I know that." Angela "What her name is, or what she's been calling herself is irrelevant. She undoubtedly has a new name by now anyway."

"Do you believe she is still with Mr. Gray?"

"If Sylar has told her the truth, I couldn't imagine she would stay with him. If he hasn't told her the truth, it's only a matter of time before she figures it out."

"Angela, I'm afraid there is something else you need to know…"

"More bad news?"

"Well…yes…I'm afraid you won't be too happy about it."

"What is it?" Angela turned and gave him her full attention.

"It seems your son has reconciled with your granddaughter."

"Nathan and Claire? Were they fighting?"

"I wasn't referring to Nathan…" he paused. "Peter and Claire have made up."

"How did that happen? I thought you had assigned someone to make sure that didn't happen!"

"Jaden did the best he could, but I believe we all underestimated how deep the connection between Peter and Claire actually is."

"He's stubborn, and so is she." She smiled a little. "Stubbornness runs in the family."

"We do have some good news, however."

"Tell me."

"After excessive DNA testing, it has officially been decided that Molly Walker—you remember the girl Thompson had Dr. Suresh working with last year?"

Angela nodded. "Of course."

"Well, it has been decided that she is Emily's long lost daughter."

"Are you absolutely certain?"

"The results are positively confirmed."

"This does change things, doesn't it? I think it's time to pay another visit to the little dear's dreams." Mr. Okenberg hesitated when Angela started towards the door. "Is something wrong?"

"When Dr. Suresh agreed to partner with Sasha, we made him a promise…"

Angela stared at him without expression.

"We gave him our word that we would leave Molly alone."

"Our word?" Angela smirked. "Since when has that meant anything?"

Mr. Okenberg shrugged, but still hesitated. "I simply worry that if we break our word, he might break his in regards to his arrangement with us."

"He wouldn't dare." Angela arched an eyebrow and smiled maliciously as a thought developed in her mind. "There is more than one person he holds dear in his life."