Rorschach opened the door from the basement with as much gentleness as he ever possessed, hoping to get in and out before Daniel woke and discovered him.

The wounds no longer burned with a fiery, sadistic hate now- faded into the slow aching familiarity of shock. His vision was clouded and his eyelids were heavy beneath his face. He suspected poison.

Daniel kept a first aid kit in one of the kitchen cupboards. If he could only reach it and sit down before the world completely fell into gray, he knew he could last until he reached his flat...

1.	Moan	2.	Writhe	3.	Satin	4.	Lube	5.	Ring
6.	Restraints	7.	Feather	8.	Leather	9.	Massage	10.	Candle Wax
11.	Ice	12.	Oil	13.	Thrust	14.	Breast	15.	Throat
16.	Taut	17.	Supple	18.	Strained	19.	Whisper	20.	Lick
21.	Kiss	22.	Blindfold	23.	Handcuffs	24.	"Toys"	25.	Orgy
26.	Corset	27.	Scent	28.	Dominant	29.	Submissive	30.	Kinky
31.	Erection	32.	Champagne	33.	Cuddle	34.	Foreplay	35.	Intercourse
36.	Afterglow	37.	Cherries	38.	Fingers	39.	Suckle	40.	Virgins
41.	Sluts	42.	Relationships	43.	Talking Dirty	44.	Sweet Nothings	45.	Proposition
46.	Bottom	47.	Top	48.	Cunning	49.	Heart	50.	Heated
51.	Lips	52.	Role Play	53.	Threesome	54.	Self-Love	55.	Voyeur
56.	Cyber	57.	Phone Encounter	58.	Strangers	59.	Best Friends	60.	Enemies
61.	Slick	62.	Wet	63.	Deep	64.	Dirty	65.	Bad
66.	Wrong	67.	Writer's Choice	68.	Writer's Choice	69.	Writer's Choice

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There was laughter unhinged by alchohol and unhindered by the daily tedium upset by the cheerful, content atmosphere of the party.  Peter felt a peace come over him as he realised this was for him, these people were here because he has succeeded in something, made himself something more than what he had been.

Peter was happy in this until his family had arrived-- without his father.

What disrupted his sense of contentment further was the notice that Gabriel hadn't arrived-- yet...

As he watched Heidi drag Nathan away for a slow if slightly spastic turn on the floor, he saw his mother trying to get his attention, he did what any self-respecting, self-saving Petrelli male would do--  he avoided her and hid out on the fire escape nursing (Ha! the reason for tonight celebration turned pun!) copios amounts of alchohol.

At least until he heard the buzzer and saw Nathan and his mother making for the door...

There were a few small instances in Peter Petrelli's life where he could say that he was right where he was meant to be at that moment.  As he walked into Gray and Son Time Piece Repair to the sounds of a small tinkling bell, a wooden chair hitting a carpeted floor, and a grappling choking noise, Peter knew this was one of those times.

"Hello?"  He set the old, antique mantle-clock his mother had told him to bring here on the counter, and made his way past a bubbled-glass partition to see a man hanging from the ceiling by a rope.

As Peter's focus went into hyperdrive, he could later only recall a few snatches of information: that he felt a deep, cold stab in his ribcage when he came within the vicinity of this man- that there was a small, sharp scalpal-like tool on a worktable- and that he had flown.  But he did not realize this until much, much later.

The man fell and Peter went down with him, keeping him from landing too hard on the floor.  Peter made him lay back against a desk as he examined the man's throat for any sign that his windpipe had caved in.  His recently completed nurses-training coming to the fore as he check the man's pulse and eye-dialation response.

"Are you alright," he asked in a calm, low voice.

The man looked him in the eye, and Peter couldn't help but gasp at the intensity of his gaze.

"No," the man gasp," no I'm not."  He burst into tears. " Forgive me, forgive me."

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