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"Scream"

Levine Home, Manhattan

Much of his strength had returned since the day before. Not as much as he would've liked, but enough for him to be able to sit up by himself and scarf down the sandwich his "savior" had made for him.

She was sitting at her desk, her head bowed as she frantically made notes in a manilla folder. One of her patients' folders, he guessed. She's told him she was a psychologist at the hospital and that she also had a degree in criminal justice, but what she really wanted was to be a writer. She'd described herself as a "typical head case" and then went to work a hadn't said a word since.

Sylar couldn't help but wonder if maybe she really was crazy. She hardly slept, she barely ate, and she didn't seem to have a social life outside of her work. Plus she'd helped him with no questions asked--that said something as well.

Not to mention the book on the nightstand, which made him itch with curiosity.

Maybe she just liked science, he thought. But nobody read a book that big and that specific just for the hell of it. And he could tell by looking that it had been read thoroughly from cover-to-cover, more than once. He wanted to ask her about it, but decided to wait. He still needed rest, he still needed to heal. And he still hadn't thoroughly made up his mind about her. Would he have to kill her?

More importantly--Would he want to kill her?

Leaning back on the stack of pillows behind him, he continued to watch her, a war beginning to brew in his mind.

---

Petrelli Home, Maryland

After arriving at the Petrelli's mansion in Maryland--with very little trouble from the paparazzi, despite Nathan's worrying--Melony was lead to a guest bedroom where she would be staying. Down the hall from her was Nathan's office, which would also serve as her office while she stayed there.

While Nathan visited the rest of his family, Melony stayed in her room to unpack and "set up camp" so to speak. As she unzipped the suitcase that contained her clothes and toiletries, a familiar voice startled her out of her organizational daze.

"Hey, I guess we're neighbors."

Melony turned, smiling at Peter who stood in her doorway, "Well, look at you! You don't look at all like a homeless drug addict! Not that you did before, but..."

Peter laughed softly, shrugging his shoulders as he loosened his tie with one hand, "Yeah, right. I can't wait to get the hell outta this thing." He slung his backpack over his shoulder and shrugged again, "I'm gonna go get settled, but I just wanted to let you know I'm right across the hall if you need to hide."

She raised an eyebrow, "Hide? Why would I need to do that?"

Peter smirked, "You're in a house full of Petrelli's. That's why you would need to." He cast her an all-knowing look before entering his bedroom and closing the door.

Melony had no idea what he meant by those words, but she had a feeling she would find out. She'd heard Angela Petrelli was a hardass, and even though this was a designated "vacation" for Nathan, she knew he would more than likely end up working all night, sorting out business over the phone and trying to get things settled in both his business and personal life, before he was sworn in.

And she would have to be right there with him. She smiled. Life was definitely going in her favor.

---

After she finished unpacking, Melony changed into more casual clothes and walked out onto the porch, taking a seat on the porch swing as she took in the beauty of the Maryland country side. She'd lived in the city so long, she'd forgotten the beauty of nature. She hadn't been out of the city since Connecticut--when she was younger, when her parents brought her and Autumn to the small lake house every summer. After they died, they left the house and the property to be shared equally between the sister, as well as a small fortune for the sole purpose of it's upkeep, but neither one of them had been back to the area since their parents' fatal plane crash.

"Hey, you ok?"

Melony jumped, thankfully startled out of her painful memories, "What?"

Smirking, Peter sat down next to her and handed her a glass of iced tea, "I asked if you were ok. You look dazed and confused."

"No, I'm fine. Thanks." She smiled, taking a sip of her tea and looking up just as a maroon mini-van pulled into the long driveway.

"Ohh, great." Peter drawled sarcastically, groaning. Melony looked up at him, eyebrow arched, "What's your deal?"

He shook his head, "It's a car full of Nathan's old high school buddies. All Harvard grads, all complete jackasses."

She laughed, watching as four guys piled out of the mini van. Peter grabbed her shoulder, motioning towards the guy in the striped Polo shirt and khaki pants, "I'm begging you here--watch out for that guy."

"Why? Who's he?" She asked, suppressing a laugh.

"That's Steve McManus. He's a big time New York lawyer, but he also has a hard time keeping his hands to himself. If you're the slightest bit female, stay away."

She smirked, "What about...him?" She nodded towards the dork in the track suit. Peter laughed, "That's Eric Lee. He's married with four kids. He's not a bad guy, but he's too naive."

"How so?"

"Cause he's never questioned why only two of his kids look like him."

Melony fell back laughing, shoving him lightly, "You're a bad man, Peter Petrelli."

"Yeah, don't mess with me. I know things."

She snorted, "Clearly! I'll stay out of your warpath."

He shrugged, "Hey, I'm really an angel. Just don't make me mad."

"I'll try not to, I promise."

---

"Nathan?" Melony knocked softly on the door, and Nathan waved her in. She shut the door as she entered and handed him a folder, "These are the printouts you asked for. Mr. Stevens faxed them over immediately, but Mr. Evans won't be able to get back to us until tomorrow."

Nathan shrugged, "Honestly, I'm glad. I'm not even technically congressman yet, and I already need a vacation."

She laughed softly, "But isn't it worth it?"

"Worth every wink of sleep missed." He smiled, "Ms Levine, I owe you an apology."

"For what, sir?"

He leaned back in his chair, "Making you do two jobs at once. I wasn't even thinking about another assistant when I 'fired' you, and it's unfair to you."

"Not at all, sir." Melony smiled, "I'm living my dream right now, Nathan--if I have to get you the occasional cup of coffee, so be it!"

He laughed, "You're sure?"

"Yes, sir. And monday morning, I'll get to work on finding my replacement." She smiled, "Need anything else?"

"Not at all. You're free until tomorrow morning."

"Good deal. Good night, sir." She walked out of the room, yawning just as the door closed behind her and made her way into the kitchen to fix a glass of iced tea before returning to her bedroom. The eerie silence of the two-story house made it seem as though she were completely alone, and it creeped her out, to say the least. She fixed her tea quickly, a strange feeling coming over her. She knew it was more than likely her overactive imagination, and laughed softly to(and at) herself.

Until she heard the noise outside.

She froze, setting her glass down on the counter as she peered out the window above the sink. Nothing suspicious that she could see--just darkness.

But like a character in a horror movie, she knew she had to investigate. Every instinct she had told her not to, even as she walked out onto the dimly lit porch, shivering against the late night chill.

"Hello?" She called, with no answer. She felt like an idiot, all the while she stepped down the stairs and onto the lawn. She forgot why she'd come outside, however, as soon as she looked up--she hadn't seen the stars in ages. It was all so pristine, serene and quiet. Until she found a hand on her shoulder and she spun around, emitting a sound that couldn't quite be defined as a scream.

"Whoa!" Peter stumbled back, staring wide eyed at her, "What was that?"

She cleared her throat nervously, "I don't know! God, you scared the hell outta me!"

"Sorry!" He said, laughing, "What are you doing out here?"

"I...well..." She shrugged, taking a deep breath, "I heard something."

He raised an eyebrow, "So you decided to check it out...alone?"

"Yeah, yeah, don't rub it in. What are you doing out here?"

He shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets, "Just thinkin'. I haven't been out here in a while, and I'm not used to falling asleep to peace and quiet. Plus, being out here helps me figure stuff out sometimes."

"You got a Rubiks Cube going on in your head or something?"

He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, "Somethin' like that, yeah." He was a quiet a moment before he spoke again, "Hey, can I ask you a question?"

She smirked, "Yeah, but I can't promise I'll answer."

He smiled, shaking her head, "So, uh...working for Nathan--are you happy?"

She frowned, "What do you mean?"

"I dunno, you just seem..." He shrugged, "Like you don't belong in politics."

"How so?"

"It just seems to stuffy for you, ya know? Too constricting."

She shook her head, unsure of what to make of their conversation, "Are you saying I'm stuffy?"

"No!" He laughed nervously, "I'm...I'm saying the opposite." He shrugged, "I don't know--I've only known you, what, three days? I just think..." His voice trailed off, and Melony urged him to continue. She was surprised that she wasn't getting angry, but rather curious.

What did he think of her? Why did she care?

"C'mon, Peter." She coaxed, stepping forward, "Tell me."

He sighed, opening his mouth to speak, but not getting a chance as flashbulbs went off in the nearby shrubbery.

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