Manhattan, New York

Our trip to Paris wasn't cancelled.

The moment Claire and I returned to the Petrelli Manor, one I couldn't call home, no matter how many times I was told it was my home now, we had to continue packing.

To be honest, I felt that the trip to Paris would do good to me. It'd take me away from the madness that was New York and all these powers thing.

Claire zipped her suitcase, sighing.

I half smiled, "You okay?"

Claire met my eyes, smiling slightly "The moment we're out of here, I'd be even better"

I zipped close my backpack (I still didn't have my own stuff. Claire had lend me some of her clothes. I wasn't going to accept more money from the Petrelli's that has been already spent on me. -Money my mom used-).

~8~

Claire and I walked down the stairs, baggage in hand.

Peter cleared his throat from behind us.

Claire and I turned around, looking up at him.

I shifted awkwardly, looking away, crossing my arms.

"Neither of you weren't even going to say goodbye?" Peter asked, raising his eyebrows.

I bit my lip, shrugging. "Maybe"

Claire sighed, not looking at him, giving me a look "Goodbye"

Peter glanced at me. I looked away. He sighed, looking at Claire, walking closer to us "I think I figured a way for you to save the world"

Peter held up a gun to Claire, walking past the middle of her and me, turning to face us.

Claire stared down at the gun, scoffing, looking away skeptically "A gun? That's how I save the world?" I sighed, starting to walk past Peter, shaking my head "That's your plan?"

"I can handle Ted" Peter told her. "But if I lose it, you're the only one who can get close enough to stop me"

Claire stared at Peter, appalled.

I stopped walking at the end of the stairs, turning to face them, folding my arms together.

"Right through the back of the head, you know the spot" Peter continued, "Same place you pulled the piece of glass from"

Claire ignored the gun, turning around, walking down the stairs, closer to me "My destiny is not to shoot you" she glanced back at him incredulously, "The universe cannot be that lame"

Peter whirled around to face her as she reached me. "You cannot run away from who you are, Claire" Peter told her as I helped her up with one handle of her suitcase. "This bomb is happening"

"How can you be so sure?" I spoke for the first time, tilting my head aside.

Peter looked at me, walking down the stairs, putting down the gun on a table, picking up his sketchbook, "Because I can draw the future" I rolled my eyes, "Believe it, Rebecca. You can't be skeptical forever. I met this guy who could do it, now I can do it" He opened the book, giving it to us. Claire grabbed it, opening it. Peter showed us a sketch of a burning New York. There was a VOTE PETRELLI poster in the foreground. Claire flipped to the next page, seeing another sketch of New York burning "You see? Someone's gonna blow. Me, Ted. It doesn't really matter. It's happening around the election, unless you stop it"

"You could be inventing all of this for all we know" I pointed out, grabbing the sketchbook from Claire's hands, flipping the book to the first pages, keeping my finger on the burning New York sketch stopping in shock at one of the pages. There was a sketch of a woman pinned against a wall with blood dripping from her forehead, gasping in shock, staring down at the sketch of my mom. Peter and Claire looked at me in alarm. "You drew my mom"

Peter looked up, widening his eyes slightly before leaning down forward eyeing the image I was looking at "That's Marie?"

"H-How did you... How did you know this happened?" I asked looking up, feeling my eyes watering.

Claire stood next to me, placing her hand on my shoulder, looking down at the image.

"I drew that five days ago" Peter said quietly, looking down at the sketch.

"How did you know?" I asked forcefully, pursing my lips. "I never told any of you what she was wearing. I never told you she died in the kitchen either"

Peter stared at the drawing sorrowfully, "I never found who she was. As soon as I finished drawing her, I wanted to find her and warn her about Sylar. I couldn't find her Rebecca. I'm really sorry"

I licked my lips, not answering verbally to his apology. I hadn't believed Peter when he said he could draw the future but seeing how accurate he was with my mom's death and seeing the signed date on the corner, I finally knew he was telling the truth and he could really draw the future.

I closed the drawn page of my mother and turned back to the burning New York one, realizing that this was serious. That New York really was going to burn.

I flipped to the next page under the cautious eyes of Peter and Claire's concerned ones as I stopped on a close-up draw of a man in front of a red stairway sculpture. His hands were glowing.

"So, this man is gonna blow New York?" I looked up, clearing my throat.

Peter seemed to relax that I wasn't blowing him against a wall again but honestly, I could feel something bubbling inside of me, wanting me to let it go. It was the same feeling I had right before I exploded (no pun intended) and used my ability against Peter.

It was a force inside of me wanting me to release all my energy outwards. I tried to hold it back.

Claire looked down at the image, grabbing the sketchbook from my hands, "That's Ted" she whispered, her fingers tracing the sketch. Peter and I looked down at it "You drew Ted"

"Are you sure?" Peter asked.

"I'll never forget that face" Claire told him.

"That's Kirby Plaza, midtown" Peter told us as Claire closed the sketchbook, "Ted is here in New York. Don't you see, Claire? You're part of this" He handed her the gun again "But you have to do this"

Claire stared at the gun in her hands.

I looked at her seriously.

~8~

Kirby Plaza

"So, here's where New York will explode, huh?"

I looked around the place, hands in my hips as Claire sat on the edge of a water fountain.

"Yup" Peter turned to face me.

I made a face.

"Lovely" I murmured, shaking my head.

"So, I saw the news this morning, Becca" Peter told me casually; I paused, swallowing thickly "Your mother's body was found by your neighbor"

I nodded looking down, "I figured. Did they mention something about me in there? Like blaming me for her murderer?"

Peter frowned shaking his head, placing a hand on my shoulder, reassuringly "No. The police ruled it out as part of Sylar's string of murders. Your house was found as if there was a struggle and your blood on one of the broken glasses on the living room. If nothing, they're declaring you as missing. Mom already took care of it. Don't worry"

I looked away, huffing "Yeah, like she has taken care of me my entire life"

"What do you mean?" Peter asked confused, while the two of us continued looking for Ted.

"What I mean is that your mother and father have been keeping tabs on me since even before I was born" I explained. "Paying my mother money to raise me and get me in a good private school in exchange of keeping your parents informed about my freak status"

Peter sighed, frustrated at my choice of words "Not a freak" I sighed, tilting my head aside. He took a deep breath, processing what I just told him "Okay... so my mom knew about you and kept you safe, so what?"

"It's creepy!" I threw my hands up, exasperated "Why you think she wanted me to go Paris with her and Claire? I don't want her help, Peter. Or at least the help she's giving me"

Peter seemed to understand, nodding slowly.

I sighed in defeat, not seeing sign of Ted. Or well, someone looking exactly like Peter's drawing.

Peter dropped his shoulders as well in defeat.

We exchanged a look, returning to Claire, Peter passing an arm around my shoulders. We stopped in front of her.

"There's no sign of him" Peter told her, pausing at her sad expression and crying softly. I frowned worriedly "What's wrong?"

"I'm not normal. I tried to pretend that I was, and I just hurt everyone" Claire told us, crying softly "My mom, my dad. I ruined everything because of what I am. I hated it. But you" She looked up at Peter "When I met you, I finally felt like I was a part of something"

Peter sighed softly, tilting his head aside "That's funny" He smiled, brushing the tears from her face watching her softly. "I felt the same thing when I met you"

I smiled softly at their moment.

Claire smiled back, glancing away and returning to us before taking a double-take in surprise, breathing out in relief "Dad?"

I followed her gaze seeing three men making their way toward us. One of them had Horn Rimmed glassses, the second was a big fat man and the third...He looked like Peter's skecth. Ted Sprauge.

Claire ran toward the Horn Rimmed Glasses man straight to his arms, walking past the other two "Dad!"

"Claire!" Mr. Bennet breathed in relief, hugging his daughter tightly. "I love you, Claire Bear"

Peter and I followed behind slowly.

Ted and the other man walked toward us. Ted walked past Peter and me.

Peter stopped, looking at the other man.

I looked at Peter when a light caught my eye, looking down. Ted followed my gaze in shock.

Peter looked at my shocked expression, following my eyes, seeing his glowing hands.

I gasped. It was Peter after all?!

"Claire?!" Peter shouted in alarm.

Claire gasped, turning around, her smile fading.

"What's he doing?" Ted stared at Peter confused and alarmed.

"He's absorbing your ability" Mr. Bennet exclaimed in worry.

Peter looked up and between us in alarm, shaking his head.

The other man grabbed my forearms, pulling me back from Peter when I tried to touch his arm "He's gotta make it stop"

Peter raised his hands, concentrating to make the glowing, pulsating red power to stop.

I watched in concern, trying to help but the man wasn't letting me go. "Peter..."