Father's Day ( Read more... )

Sam is taking the lunch shift over at the Luna Bar. It's been pretty slow-going as far as afternoons go, but there's the occasional patron who comes in to order something small to eat off the menu and a beer or two, so there's never a dull moment for very long. Right now, he's behind the bar, polishing a few stray wineglasses with a rag that ( Read more... )

Tick. Tick. Tick-tick-tick.

He feels the heat just around the exact same time that something pulls him out and away from the explosion. It starts at his core and yanks him back, almost like the way a toy does when someone tugs out its string - slowly winding back until it makes contact with something and then spinning in and in and around.

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Sylar's been dealing with losing most of his powers. After a very long series of experiments in his room, he's been able to narrow it down to three remaining-- telekinesis, regeneration, and electricity. And, of course, the first and original. The hunger. It never goes away, does it? The need to know. All he'd wanted was to know who his birth ( Read more... )

Dev is a mess. He has been wandering Chicago since the rally and hasn't slept or eaten. The encounter with Flagg, the contradiction of that desire to trust with his deeply ingrained inability to trust, along with Absinthe's first rule constantly ringing in his head, has left him rather broken. Now he's stumbling through the streets, drifting ( Read more... )

Okay, so Martin Gray wasn't really his father. He could accept that. He could deal with that. Then the next step in the process was to find Samson Gray, the man who allegedly was. That was going to be easy. He even had the address. See? Simple ( Read more... )