Las Vegas, Late Wednesday night

[izzyalienqueen]

As much as Isabel had wanted to dreamwalk Nathan as soon as she'd gotten back from New York, she waited, wary of any sort of security Angela Petrelli might have on him. It probably still wasn't enough time to be truly safe, but Isabel didn't like the idea of Nathan remaining injured any longer then necessary. Besides, for the moment it was only a dreamwalk to try and figure out where he was. The real danger would be getting in with Wyatt to heal him.

It took a little searching, but Isabel finally found a picture that had Nathan in it. She had to smile, remembering the weekend it had been taken, when both she and Peter had been weetiny.

Curled up comfortably on her bed, Isabel placed her fingers on the picture and closed her eyes.

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"You should go," Nathan said, still not looking at her. "Leave the nightmares for those of us who deserve them."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel really wished she could physically affect people in their dreams. Because Nathan and his martyr complex deserved a serious thwapping upside the head.

"That's bullshit. The two of you saved the city. You don't deserve any sort of nightmare." And that was doubly so if that whisper of Peter's voice meant what Isabel hoped it did.

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"I deserve plenty," Nathan replied.

He might've said more, but out in the real world a nurse had come in to tend to his dressings. Even with the drugs it was still too painful for Nathan to remain unconscious. He was yanked out of his own dream world, and back into one that was no less nightmarish.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel blinked as she was kicked out of Nathan's dream. She hadn't gotten the information she wanted but what she had learned was possibly even better. Remembering the dream she'd had about Peter, Isabel wondered if it was possible, despite all the odds, for it to have been something more then a dream.

A quick search turned up the picture she'd had during that dream. Isabel stretched back out on the bed and closed her eyes.

An hour later, she finally set the photo aside, extremely disappointed. Maybe that voice was just some fevered figment of Nathan's imagination after all.