So... I really don't want to start a new story. I would like to finish my Heroes NCIS crossover THAT YOU SHOULD CHECK OUT (sorry) before I write anything that isn't a one-shot, but I can't help it. I wrote this and now I must post this chapter and continue it.
I really hate that.
Anyways. Disclaimer: I seriously don't own. In case you were under the impression I was Tim Kring, I'm not. I swear. If I was Tim Kring I wouldn't be sitting on the ground in my living room with earplugs in because my sister is blasting Eminem really really loudly.
So this story takes place after Brave New World, but isn't really a Volume 6.
Also, I don't know why I named this 'Never Shall We Know'. If I figure it out, I'll tell you. Or even better, if you figure it out, tell me.
A knock sounded on the door.
Gretchen groaned. "How much do you wanna bet that's a reporter?" she asked Claire, annoyed.
Claire laughed, and got up to get the dorm room door.
Behind it was a young girl, obviously too young to be in a collage dorm. She had long black hair which hung around her, and with the colour of her skin and the black kohl around her eyes, she looked exactly like an actress in an ancient Egyptian movie, minus the clothes, which were distinctly modern.
"Uhm, hi." Claire greeted the strange girl. "Can I help you?"
The girl's eyes darted up and down Claire, then around her room. "Claire Bennet?" she asked.
"Yes." Claire said, crossing her arms. This girl didn't say her name in the voice of shock that she was meeting the girl who had hurled herself off a Ferris wheel on live television.
"I am Calipsa Rose. You can ask your adoptive father about me." she passed her a dream catcher. "You can put that in your window when you wish to talk." then she walked away very quickly, and before Claire could go after her, she was gone.
Claire turned back to Gretchen. "What the hell was that?" Gretchen asked.
"That was probably the weirdest meeting I've ever had, and that's saying something." Claire commented as she shut the door and went to sit beside Gretchen. "A dream catcher."
"Uh huh. And that will summon her?"
Claire shrugged. "There was a man who I used to hang wind chimes when I wanted to talk to him."
Gretchen shook her head. "That's kinda weird."
Claire sighed loudly. "I guess I'm asking my dad if he knows a Calipsa Rose."
"So, Claire-Bear, what do I owe to this visit?" Noah asked his daughter the next day as he handed her a glass of iced tea.
"Nothing. Can't I just come and see my dad?" Claire asked.
"Yes. But you don't." Noah said as he returned the jug to the fridge.
They sat in silence for a while, sipping their drinks, when finally Claire spoke.
"Hey, dad?" Claire asked. "Have you ever heard of a Calipsa Rose?"
Noah froze. "Where did you hear the name?"
"She came to my dorm room, told me to ask you about her. Who is she?"
Noah didn't say anything for a second. "Calipsa Rose is one of the names of one of the most deadly and powerful specials known."
Claire arched a brow. "Oh?"
Noah sighed. "She has intuitive aptitude."
Noah grimaced at the mans name. "Yes. She apparently acquired quite a few powers the way Sylar did for a while,"
"According to her. After a while, she found someone... with the same power Peter had."
"His original power?"
"To take powers just by being in the same room as them, yeah. Since she killed that person, she hasn't killed to take a power since. According to her."
"You know all this because?"
"The Company had a file on her. She wrote most of it herself."
"The Company let her write her own file?"
Noah nodded. "There was no other way to get her history."
Claire looked at him questioningly.
"She didn't tell you how old she is?" Noah asked.
"She couldn't be more than, what, 15? She's really young. Its kinda weird."
Noah shook his head. "She's not 15."
"What, 14, then?"
"Claire, how old will people think you are 50 years from now?"
Claire froze. "She's 50?"
"No. We don't know how old she is, but she claims... She claims about two thousand years."
So... like? Dislike? I'm probably going to continue either way. Or even if I get no response.
Oh yeah, but I might randomly be going camping. in the mountains. In a tent. Until the 23rd. I'm not sure tho. My dad said we might randomly be doing that like a week ago and I haven't spoken to him since so for all I know he could be showing up tomorrow with a tent. (My parents are divorced, and sometimes people don't tell me thing that I should really know. Like when I'm leaving the city. Or the country).
So, I might not post another chapter for a while. But I hope that somebody out there actually wants me to post another chapter soon. If you do, make some sort of movement. If I could see you, I'd say blink. But I can't see you, so press a button that will notify me. :) And I don't ever ask that.
My a/n's are almost as long as this chapter, aren't they?