Molly Walker.

the scientist who performed the autopsy:

Mohinder: I have a headache, and I crossed two wrong circuit wires in the basement.

Matt: Always.

Mohinder: The kitchen.

Matt:

"You can't just ignore me." She screams into the phone before hanging up.

'HAMMER' flashes across her screen as she hits the button to try again. Sigh. He won't answer her and she knows it. He has this thing that he does when she calls. Where he just pretends like he can't hear his phone ringing, or like he can't feel it vibrating...or like he can't see it lighting up with her nickname on it when it's literally sitting right next to him.

Because he knows. He knows she's watching him. and the more she sees someone ignore her calls purposefully, the more it hurts her. So, for her sake, he will pretend like he doesn't know he's missing her calls.

Until--

*Six hours later* --Hammer enters the loft quietly, resetting the code on the alarm system before it goes off. He sets his balaclava and mask down on the kitchen island as he makes his way to the living space. He stops to watch Molly's back rise and fall while she sleeps. There are maps and pushpins scattered across the table in front of them, along with two whiteboards with nicknames and locations of their loved ones, and the names and locations of their enemies. "Shit." He thinks to himself. He shouldn't have been gone all day. Carefully stepping over levitating above the pins on the ground, he picks up the empty wine bottle and glasses, one stained for her and a second one, clean, waiting for him. He puts them in the sink and returns, picking up the pins and maps, setting them in piles. Red pins for enemies. Blue for Allies. He'll ignore the one red pin that she placed in the location he was in earlier. In fact, he will slowly remove it and put it away.

He slowly meets Molly's eyes with his own as her eyelids flutter open. He can tell by the disappointed and slightly hungover look on her face that she's upset with him. It kills him to see her so upset, but it kills him more to see her so...alone. The look in her eyes when she opened them, how she wasn't even surprised to see that he had snuck back inside, it hurts him. And it hurts him to hurt her. "Molly, I'm....trying." "Mhm." She responds, rolling over against the back of the couch. He grabs a blanket off the back of the recliner and lays it over her, crawling underneath of it as well to wrap his arms around her as he lays against her.

"Mm- Why is your hair wet?" She says as her eyes shoot open, hearing the water running. "WEST. WHAT ARE YOU--" West smiles as he gently sets Molly, fully clothed, into the tub. "You need a shower, you smell like..." "-Death?" "Fermented Grapes." He says, a horrified expression crossing his face, ducking as she throws a bar of soap at him. "Stop talking like that. You don't smell like death....anymore." He gets up to leave as she begins to yell at him for 'throwing' her into the shower, as if he didn't set her down with caution and kindness. He ignores her as she brings up how he was out all day, rolling his eyes when she says she's worried about him and blah blah blah, as if he isn't the one who should be worried.

He brings back a freshly made omelet, picking up her wet clothes and throwing them into the laundry bin. "Protein, to help you gain your strength back, and I can get you orange juice, or grape juice."

Hammer sits on the edge of the bathtub, cutting a piece of the omelet and slowly sliding it into the space where the shower curtain meets the wall, waiting for her to take it. She does, slowly sliding her head out of the shower, resting against her arm on the edge of the tub. "Thanks." "I'm just glad to see you eating. I'll be back after I get dressed." He says, getting up, looking down at her with a look of concern. "Why-" "Too tired to stand." She says, interrupting him before he can get the chance to make her sitting about her health.

Only about half of the omelet is gone by the time he gets back, picking the fork back up to grab a piece for himself. "Stalk my kids with me today?" Smirk.

"I can do that from a distance, you know. I don't need to order ice cream to do that." He rolls his eyes.

"I'm sure they'd love to see you, Molly." "I'm sure Nathan would only be more traumatized to see me again after using his ability to boost another Evo's to bring me back from the dead." She bites back, whilst taking another bite of breakfast. "I think he would be happy to see that you're doing so well, you know. That you're alive." "He knows I'm alive, dumbass, he was there--" "You haven't called him. He's worried about you. I can hear him telling Anne, when I'm above the patio."

"They're going to see you." "I wasn't there long. Besides, I was only on the roof for a few minutes. I don't want to eavesdrop...I just want to....know what's going on in their lives." "And Malina?"

"Takes after her Mother, natural born cheerleader. A great gymnast."

Molly nods in response, thinking to herself. "You really should call them." "Fine." Molly pulls her head back inside the shower to wash her hair. "Leave them an untraceable cell phone with my number in it. I'll facetime them tonight." West smiles to himself, standing up. "Perfect. And, I promise, I won't be gone all day."

Molly sighs softly to herself. "Okay.....And West?"

"Yeah?"

Her phone rings at exactly the time the tarot card their father had left said to call. Not a second after the clock hits 10 PM, Or 9 PM in Carbondale, where the twins live. Molly smiles at her reflection to prepare to hit answer. She does.  “Did you miss me?” She asks, the other side of the call showing a ceiling. “SEE! I told you it would be her!” Nathan exclaims, Malina shrieking in excitement as they turn the camera toward themselves, studying Molly’s face as she studies theirs in return. “Of course we missed you, Molly.” Malina says to break the silence. “We were so worried about you.” Nathan continues.

Molly blushes, rolling her eyes. “A little death doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world....Claire taught me that.” Suddenly, tears fill her eyes and she sets her phone down on the couch to collect herself.  The kids don’t know what to say, but they give each other, and Anne, who is in the room with them a concerned look. 

“I’m sorry.” --”It should be her here with you and not me.”  Nathan tries to make her feel better, and smiles at the camera on his phone. “I’ll just boost that guys ability again and-” He’s cut off by Molly who refaces her phone toward herself. “He’s..not doing too well.” She rubs her temples. “It’s nothing you did, and I don’t think it’s due to a lack of a channel, like you used with each other, she gestures to both of them. 

“How do you and...our....father...know about all of that?” They ask together.

Molly smiles. “Everything changed when Claire jumped off of the ferris wheel. I can’t tell you everything, but between your Bio-Dad-- Who you can call Hammer, by the way-- between the way that Hammer connected some dots and some psychic texts left behind from generations before us, he figured it out. And then he shared that information with me. And Only me, Hero Truther and the guy whose ability you boosted. --But Only me and Hero Truther know that you’re Hammer’s son. And only I and Hammer know your complete identity. Everyone else has promised to mind their own business.”  They sit in silence for a minute, Molly allowing them to take in the new information. “And the guy whose ability I boosted, what is wrong with him?” Nathan pries, Molly, sighing says “He’s just....really tired. And he’s having trouble healing things. He can heal flowers-- barely, but it comes to animals he’s having trouble. And he can barely heal humans right now. I think he just needs to rest, I can’t imagine the power and energy you two used to reanimate a corpse-- and I’m not just a reanimated corpse, by the way.” Molly smiles in disbelief. “Like. It’s me. I have my own consciousness, I just feel like I took a really long nap....and lost all of the muscle and fat on my body...it was difficult for me to walk at first, but now I’m fine. This isn’t like that one storyline in Supernatural where Sam comes back without a soul. It’s really me, guys. I have my soul....if those exist.” 

Nathan and Malina smile at Molly, then at each other, and Anne. Molly notices them look away and uses her ability to see who they’re looking at. 

“Hey Anne, sorry for the lack of communication. I hope you’re not worried about the kids Biological father hanging around...He wouldn’t hurt a fly, really....unless like.....maybe that fly hurt someone he loves? I don’t know. But he’s just a big teddy bear. And a total nerd.” 

“Thank God.” Anne says, still nervous.

Malina smiles at Molly and decides to be bold. “Grandma is afraid our biological father might be Sylar. Is he Sylar? Is Hammer Sylar?”  A look of shock paints Molly’s face. “God no. Claire would have never slept with him. They were tolerating each other’s presence at the end, but they were almost never around each other. They worked in different groups. --And besides, I was one of the very few who even knew that Claire was dating someone, and one of the few that she told when she found out that she was pregnant. ....I also had you guys DNA tested when Hammer was in a coma. He is definitely your Biological father. Not Sylar.” 

“WHAT?!” Everybody except Molly, including Hammer, who had just walked in the door exclaims. 

Molly smirks “I trusted Claire, I knew she wouldn’t lie to me, but I figured it would be nice for everyone to have the DNA results when we could all get together to talk about this. Molly glances over at Hammer. “Angela was afraid you were Sylar, can you believe that?” She pauses before continuing while West stands there in disbelief. “Claire would be pissed if she knew the thought even crossed Angela’s mind....and hurt....she’d be so hurt.” 

Before anybody could speak up, Molly smiles at the camera. “Well, Daddy dearest is going to make me dinner now, so I should probably go. But I’ll call you guys again soon. Stay in school! Don’t do drugs! Love you!” Molly hangs up, giggling. She uses her ability to watch the aftermath of what just happened. 

“Oh relax, West. They’re relieved you’re not a retired serial killer.”

"You can't just ignore me." She screams into the phone before hanging up.

'HAMMER' flashes across her screen as she hits the button to try again. Sigh. He won't answer her and she knows it. He has this thing that he does when she calls. Where he just pretends like he can't hear his phone ringing, or like he can't feel it vibrating...or like he can't see it lighting up with her nickname on it when it's literally sitting right next to him.

Because he knows. He knows she's watching him. and the more she sees someone ignore her calls purposefully, the more it hurts her. So, for her sake, he will pretend like he doesn't know he's missing her calls.

Until--

*Six hours later* --Hammer enters the loft quietly, resetting the code on the alarm system before it goes off. He sets his balaclava and mask down on the kitchen island as he makes his way to the living space. He stops to watch Molly's back rise and fall while she sleeps. There are maps and pushpins scattered across the table in front of them, along with two whiteboards with nicknames and locations of their loved ones, and the names and locations of their enemies. "Shit." He thinks to himself. He shouldn't have been gone all day. Carefully stepping over levitating above the pins on the ground, he picks up the empty wine bottle and glasses, one stained for her and a second one, clean, waiting for him. He puts them in the sink and returns, picking up the pins and maps, setting them in piles. Red pins for enemies. Blue for Allies. He'll ignore the one red pin that she placed in the location he was in earlier. In fact, he will slowly remove it and put it away.

He slowly meets Molly's eyes with his own as her eyelids flutter open. He can tell by the disappointed and slightly hungover look on her face that she's upset with him. It kills him to see her so upset, but it kills him more to see her so...alone. The look in her eyes when she opened them, how she wasn't even surprised to see that he had snuck back inside, it hurts him. And it hurts him to hurt her. "Molly, I'm....trying." "Mhm." She responds, rolling over against the back of the couch. He grabs a blanket off the back of the recliner and lays it over her, crawling underneath of it as well to wrap his arms around her as he lays against her.

"Mm- Why is your hair wet?" She says as her eyes shoot open, hearing the water running. "WEST. WHAT ARE YOU--" West smiles as he gently sets Molly, fully clothed, into the tub. "You need a shower, you smell like..." "-Death?" "Fermented Grapes." He says, a horrified expression crossing his face, ducking as she throws a bar of soap at him. "Stop talking like that. You don't smell like death....anymore." He gets up to leave as she begins to yell at him for 'throwing' her into the shower, as if he didn't set her down with caution and kindness. He ignores her as she brings up how he was out all day, rolling his eyes when she says she's worried about him and blah blah blah, as if he isn't the one who should be worried.

He brings back a freshly made omelet, picking up her wet clothes and throwing them into the laundry bin. "Protein, to help you gain your strength back, and I can get you orange juice, or grape juice."

Hammer sits on the edge of the bathtub, cutting a piece of the omelet and slowly sliding it into the space where the shower curtain meets the wall, waiting for her to take it. She does, slowly sliding her head out of the shower, resting against her arm on the edge of the tub. "Thanks." "I'm just glad to see you eating. I'll be back after I get dressed." He says, getting up, looking down at her with a look of concern. "Why-" "Too tired to stand." She says, interrupting him before he can get the chance to make her sitting about her health.

Only about half of the omelet is gone by the time he gets back, picking the fork back up to grab a piece for himself. "Stalk my kids with me today?" Smirk.

"I can do that from a distance, you know. I don't need to order ice cream to do that." He rolls his eyes.

"I'm sure they'd love to see you, Molly." "I'm sure Nathan would only be more traumatized to see me again after using his ability to boost another Evo's to bring me back from the dead." She bites back, whilst taking another bite of breakfast. "I think he would be happy to see that you're doing so well, you know. That you're alive." "He knows I'm alive, dumbass, he was there--" "You haven't called him. He's worried about you. I can hear him telling Anne, when I'm above the patio."

"They're going to see you." "I wasn't there long. Besides, I was only on the roof for a few minutes. I don't want to eavesdrop...I just want to....know what's going on in their lives." "And Malina?"

"Takes after her Mother, natural born cheerleader. A great gymnast."

Molly nods in response, thinking to herself. "You really should call them." "Fine." Molly pulls her head back inside the shower to wash her hair. "Leave them an untraceable cell phone with my number in it. I'll facetime them tonight." West smiles to himself, standing up. "Perfect. And, I promise, I won't be gone all day."

Molly sighs softly to herself. "Okay.....And West?"

"Yeah?"

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