Chapter Three

Is it Love or Tolerance?

In Which Nathan is Made Most Upset

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The evening following the first dinner was a most eventful one in the lives of our heroes. After the table was cleared, the young heroes headed upstairs to plot against their parents or other relative relations. When they reached the top of the stairs Molly said,

"See, I told you he was a good cook." Micah made a face at her.

"Yeah," Claire said, "but does he always use so many dishes?"

"Yes, he always thinks big when it comes to dinner. Matt and I used to eat leftovers for weeks."

"That's all well and good," West said, "but I have to get up at six o'clock and make breakfast."

"And I have to clean up after you," Monica said. Molly and Micah started laughing at the others troubles.

"You two have it so easy," Claire said.

"That's because we're children," Micah explained. West gave him a nooggie after that. At the door to the girls' room, Claire turned around to find that Ando was following them.

"Are you spying on us?" She asked.

"No," Ando looked hurt, "Hiro is outside guarding the house, and I don't know anyone here. I thought maybe I could join you." Claire looked thoughtful.

"Ok, let's take a vote; all in favor of accepting Ando raise your hand." Everyone raised their hands. "Ok, you're in," Claire opened the door and the small band of young people entered the room, not to be seen again for several hours.

Outside Hiro and Adam had challenged on another to a duel in order that they might keep warm in the frigid November weather. In the living room Nathan, Noah, and Angela sat, being boring adults. Sylar and Mohinder were in their room arguing again, with an occasional interruption from Claude. Matt was in the kitchen eating a bowl of ice cream and generally being a normal person. Outside of the living room, three dark figures lurked.

"Muahahaha!" one of them said. All of the sudden they ran into the room, shouting simultaneously. Nathan waited calmly until he heard,

"Adam killed Hiro!" He rushed out side to see the two samurais having a friendly duel. No one was dead. He turned to go back inside to find that the door was locked. He sighed and knocked in a controlled manner. No one answered. On the other side of the door, Peter, Caitlin, and Niki were having a laughing fit. I'm sure you can imagine the ensuing hysterics on both sides of the door. Then Nathan had an idea. He flew up to the second story of the house and knocked on Claire's window. Soon he saw Ando peering through the curtains. He opened the window a crack and said,

"What do you want?"

"Someone locked me out of the house," Nathan replied.

"One moment please." Ando disappeared and Nathan rolled his eyes. "Your dad is at the window." Ando said to Claire. She gave him a questioning look and went over to the window. She opened it all of the way and said,

"What's going on?"

"Your uncle and his friends locked me out." Nathan said.

"He was your brother first."

"Just let me in!"

"Oh, very well, but you mustn't be so demanding." Nathan gave her a look that said, "I may soon tire of being the nice dad." He then climbed through the window, gave everyone a nod, and exited into the hallway. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he observed that the conspirators were on the floor by the door, still hysterical.

"It's very cold out there you know," he said. Suddenly there was silence. Nathan smiled. "This will not happen again," he said, raising his eyebrows as if it was a question. He then returned to his place on the couch next to Angela and calmly began reading whatever boring thing he had been before. Satisfied that they had annoyed the crap out of Nathan, the conspirators went into the kitchen to join Matt and his ice cream. Matt was not so sure about this arrangement, until Peter assured him that there was plenty more ice cream.


Finally, Mohinder and Sylar had found a way to rearrange the furniture so that neither of them had to sleep next to Claude.

"Should we lock the door?" Sylar asked.

"To keep him out or in?" Mohinder said

"To keep him out," Sylar smiled.

"I think that would defeat the purpose of keeping him in the house."

"We can lock him in the basement," Sylar suggested. Mohinder considered that.

"We could, but we would have to find him first."

"You're still talking about me!" Claude said.

"Get him!" Sylar jumped in Claude's general direction and landed on the floor.

"I'll go get Peter," Mohinder left the room; unaware he was being followed.


Everyone downstairs rushed to the sound of a blood-curdling scream. They all reached the source and found it to be quite invisible. Caitlin almost fainted when Peter, who had been standing next to her, disappeared.

"Claude," Peter said, rather exasperatedly, "let Mohinder go."

"Not until they both apologize," Claude said. Sylar appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Did you find him?" He asked. The young people came out of their den.

"What's going on?" Claire asked.

"The invisible man is out for revenge on his roommates," Nathan said.

"Hey, that would make a good movie!" Caitlin exclaimed. Nathan glared at her for the thousandth time. Peter audibly rolled his eyes. He decided to take the easy way out.

Claude, let Mohinder go, now, and everyone else go back to whatever you were doing. Everyone but Matt immediately obeyed.

"I could get used to this," Peter said as he headed back to the ice cream.

"I wouldn't advise that," Matt said, "It ticks people off like you wouldn't believe."


Upstairs the children were trying to figure out how to toilet paper the neighbor's house without disobeying the rules.

"There's only one way," Claire said and stared meaningfully at Ando. He got her meaning and shook his head.

"Heroes don't terrorize their neighbors!" He protested.

"They're not our neighbors, they're the 'nice dad's' neighbors, and you're the only one of us who can leave the yard." Ando remained resistant.

"Oh, I'll do it," West said, "I can always say I never stepped foot out of the yard." Claire nodded.

"Alright, this meeting is adjourned. Now remember, no one is allowed to speak of any of this to anyone else."

"But what if they can read your mind?" Molly asked. Claire sighed.

"Don't even think about it." Everyone agreed and dispersed to their own rooms.