Title: Party!
Author: Dark-Dreymer
Rating: R, I guess.
Pairings: Main: Simon/Monty. Other: Mohinder/Matt, Peter/Sylar, Claude/Bennet one-sided, Molly/Micah, Nathan/Heidi, Claire/West… I think you get the idea
Summary: AU a few years in the future: The Petrelli family host their annual 'Another year without an apocalypse' party. (Ages: Simon- 15, Monty- 14, Micah- 16, Molly- 15, Lyle- 16, Monica- 18. These are totally inaccurate to the canon, but screw it that's why it AU.)
Warnings: Read the pairings list for a start, also: mild language, powers speculation and crackity crack, crack!
Disclaimer: Do not own the show or the characters, Heck I barely managed to buy everyone Christmas presents this year.

Part 1- In which nobody really wants to go.

"Party!"

Simon groaned and rolled over in his bed. "Leave me alone Monty, it's not even morning yet."

"Yeah it is, it's 7.34."

Simon sat up and opened his eyes blearily, "The sun isn't up yet."

"So?" Monty said jumping onto Simon's bed and leaping about excitedly, "Party!"

Simon let out an irritated breath and laid back down on his bed shutting his eyes, "Call me when breakfast's ready."

"Oh." Monty pouted, "Simon wake up, Simon wake up."

"I'm trying to sleep, why don't you do me a favor and get out of my room?"

"How can you be trying to sleep, Party!" At this point Monty began to bounce off the walls, unfortunately this was meant in the literal sense. Monty's power had kicked in a year ago. Dr. Suresh gave it some long complicated medical sounding term, Simon referred to it as Bouncy Ball power. Monty was literally like a rubber bouncy ball when he was excited, he'd leap into the air, hit a wall, bounce back, repeat.

"Monty stop it." Simon got out of bed rather irritably.

"Gotta catch me first." Monty stuck his tongue out and bounded out the door happily.

"It's too early for this." Simon muttered darkly before running off after his brother.

Heidi sleepily opened the bedroom door and stared out at the blur coming towards her.

"Hi Mom." Monty yelled as he bounced off in the direction of the stairs.

"Morning Mom." Simon said as politely as he could whilst sprinting past after his brother.

Heidi watched her eldest son turn a corner with a cry of 'Monty get back here.'

"They're 'playing' again." Heidi commented over her shoulder to Nathan.

"Want me to stop them." Nathan asked tiredly.

"No. With any luck they'll tire themselves out before the party later."

"Can't catch me." Monty yelled over his shoulder leaping the railing at the top of the stairs and landing in the lobby uninjured in the slightest.

"Monty stop it now." Simon yelled leaning over the railing.

"Can't make me." Monty said childishly running off again.

Simon hurried down the stairs and looked in all directions looking for a sign of which way Monty had gone.

"Can't catch me."

Simon looked out a window into the back garden, Monty was on the trampoline, which only served to augment his power, and thus he was clearing the roof with each leap.

"Monty stop it. What if the neighbors see?"

"Can't make me."

Simon hurried to the back door hauled it open and rushed out into the garden, the grass was wet with dew and it felt strange under his bare feet.

"Monty get off that trampoline right now." Simon tried his hardest to copy his Dad's authorative tone.

"Ok." Monty leapt once again and somersaulted high above Simon intending to land behind his brother and make a dash back towards the house.

"Oh no you don't." Simon muttered focusing and sending a burst of water at his brother.

"Ack." Monty cried out as the jet of freezing water hit him and he fell out of the air landing on the grass in front of Simon and bouncing a few times before coming to a stop.

"Had enough?" Simon asked staring down at his brother.

"No fair. You used your power."

"Says the 'bouncy ball." Simon commented dryly.

"Yeah, but you're power is better."

Monty liked to compare the powers of various family members and how they would fair in a fight against each other.

"It's not better, just different." Simon said holding out a hand to help Monty up.

Monty however had a better idea, focusing he pushed forward bounded into his brother and forced him over landing on top of him.

"I win." Monty proclaimed.

"Do not." Simon said squirting a jet of water into Monty's face.

"Stop it, stop it." Monty shrieked playfully trying to bat the water away with his hands.

Simon flipped them over so that Monty was lying on the bottom, pinning his brother's arms in place Simon leaned down and smirked, "I win."

"Okay, okay, you win." Monty wriggled trying to shake Simon off of him.

"Don't do that." Simon muttered fighting down a blush as he felt a familiar warmth in his lower stomach. He realized only now that lying pressed against each other in the mud, in only a vest and their underwear was probably not a good idea.

"Oh." Monty blushed too, "Sorry."

"It's ok." Simon looked away.

Monty took this moment to lean upwards and place a quick peck on his brother's lips.

Simon was on his feet so quickly Monty briefly wondered if Simon had somehow absorbed his power.

"Don't do that. Not here." Simon said quietly, "People could see."

"Who's going to be watching us here?" Monty shrugged, still sat on the ground.

"We just have to be careful, you know what'll happen if we get caught."

"Fine." Monty sighed and pulled himself to his feet without using his power.

"Uh-oh." Simon said suddenly looking slightly scared.

"What?" Monty asked apprehensively.

"Mom's gonna be so mad." Simon muttered staring down at the mud covering his body.

"Why do I have to go?" Lyle whined.

"You're invited." Sandra replied simply.

"But I don't know anyone there."

"Don't be ridiculous, you know lot's of people."

"It's going to be really boring."

"How do you know?"

Lyle looked at his mother irritated.

"Just because you have premonition doesn't mean you can get out of this party, I don't care if you did get a vision of it being really boring we're still going, now go get ready."

Lyle traipsed up the stairs, "There's a fire." He called over his shoulder.

"I don't care." Sandra called back.

"Is that what you're wearing?" Molly asked spoon halfway to her mouth, seemingly forgotten.

"Yes." Mohinder replied affronted, "What's wrong with it?"

"It's a little…" Molly searched for a polite word, "Garish."

Mohinder stared down at it.

"At least it isn't pink." Matt said sharing a grin with Molly.

"I'm being ganged up on." Mohinder muttered still looking at the shirt, he didn't think it was that bad, "Molly why don't you go pick me a shirt."

"Can I?" Molly asked excitedly leaving her cereal and hurrying into Matt and Mohinder's room.

"'Let her watch Trinny and Susannah, it won't do her any harm.'" Mohinder quoted Matt irritably as he sat down.

"Well if it helps improve your fashion sense it can only be a good thing right." Matt grinned jokingly but Mohinder looked slightly depressed.

"I didn't think I looked that bad."

"Hey." Matt leaned across the table to kiss Mohinder on the cheek, "You always look good, no matter how garish your shirts are."

Mohinder smiled slightly and poured 'Special K' into a bowl.

"Do we really have to go?" West asked blasting aliens on the PSP he was holding.

"They're my family." Claire replied, "And must you play that thing?"

"Sorry." West turned the PSP off, "It's just, we go to this party every year, can't we skip it just this once?"

"No."

West sighed, "Fine."

"Ta-dah." Molly waved her hands indicating the new and improved Mohinder. The new and improved Mohinder was wearing a light green shirt.

"It's a little… dull." Mohinder picked away a piece of dirt from the shirt.

"Why, because it doesn't have elephants or something stitched into it. Honestly Mohinder it's called style." Molly raised her hands in exasperation.

Matt could see and hear the warning signs of a full-scale conflict approaching and decided to divert it "Molly honey, why don't you go get ready the Sanders' will be here soon."

"Okay." Molly turned to her room and shut the door with fewer decibels than usual.

"I'm still not used to the fact that she's a teenager, it seems like only a few weeks ago she was the sweet innocent 10 year old." Mohinder rubbed his forehead in exasperation and headed into the kitchen. Matt followed and stood leaning against the doorframe.

"I still think it's the influence of that Sanders boy."

"Micah. He's… innocent enough." Mohinder opened the fridge and pulled out a Tupperware bowl full of coleslaw.

"He comes from a family of criminals. His Mom threw me out of a window."

"You're never going to forget that are you?" Mohinder pulled off the lid and added a touch more salad cream.

"A little hypocritical Mohinder, you're in the middle of preparing a bowl of coleslaw. Nathan forgot one time that you were vegetarian and you've never forgotten it."

Mohinder prepared to respond but cut short peering over Matt's shoulder. Matt spun to look and fought hard to keep his mouth from dropping open.

"No." Mohinder said instantly, gaze fixed on Molly.

"No, what?"

"You are not wearing that to the party."

"Why not, come on I spent two weeks pocket money on this. Matt, you'll let me right." Molly turned to Matt, pleading.

"I don't think it's appropriate for a girl you're age." Matt tried to sound authorative.

"Gina McKeilin wears this exact same shirt and she's 13."

"Gina McKeilin is a teenage model."

"And I can't be?"

"Molly, I'm not letting you leave this house with your navel showing."

"How else am I going to show off my piercing?"

Matt opened his mouth to argue, stopped and turned to stare at Mohinder.

"Piercing?" Mohinder whispered eyes closed in prayer.

"When I get my piercing, when I'm old enough." Molly amended.

"Tell you what." Matt paused to think it through, "You can wear it, if you wear one of Mohinder's sweater's over the top."

Molly shuddered visibly, "I'll go change."

"Are my sweaters that bad?" Mohinder asked staring down at the coleslaw and adding more salad cream.

"I don't think so." Matt approached and hugged Mohinder from behind.

"So you'll wear one?"

"I don't think…"

"Just take one along, incase it gets cold later."

"Sure." Matt kissed Mohinder's neck and cursed loudly inside his own head.

"Is it really necessary for me to go?" Noah asked, he was putting on a tie in the mirror and Sandra was stood next to him checking her make-up, they were talking in the incredibly annoying way where you address the mirror and the other person has to watch your reflection speak to them.

"What is it with the men in this family?" Sandra asked, "You all don't want to go."

"True." Lyle peered round the doorframe.

"Oh, Lyle honey here." Sandra grabbed a tie from a dresser drawer and handed it to Lyle.

"I am not wearing a tie." Lyle looked at it in distaste.

"Your father and West are both wearing one so don't argue."

Lyle rolled his eyes and disappeared round the doorframe.

"What were we talking about?" Sandra asked returning to the mirror.

"I asked why it's necessary for me to attend another of the Petrelli's parties. I go every time and most times it ends in a fight." Noah replied finishing with his tie and turning away to look for his car keys.

"It wouldn't end in a fight if you'd stop getting into arguments with Nathan Petrelli."

"I can't help it, he's so smug."

"Try, at least."

"I'll try." Noah kissed Sandra on the cheek and headed out of the room.

"He breaks Nathan Petrelli's nose and gets a black eye in return." Lyle said from where he was stood in the doorway, tie awkwardly hanging round his neck.

"Lyle I wish you'd stop doing that, do you have any idea how annoying it is? And look at your tie, goodness knows your father taught you how to do it enough times." Sandra hurried over and began picking at the knot of Lyle's tie.

"Claire tells them they can both heal up without her blood, she hopes it's gonna teach them to get along. It doesn't work."

Sandra sighed and straightened out Lyle's tie, "Your father always was a little strong-headed."

"He stays that way."

"I know."

"Am I allowed to put make-up on or is that only for supermodels too?" Molly shouted from her room.

"Only lipstick and some blusher." Matt shouted back.

"Is pink okay?"

"Yeah, sure."

"There now." Sandra stood back to observe Noah, Lyle and West who were stood side by side wearing matching red ties. "Don't they look handsome Claire?"

"Mom, we look like dorks." Lyle moaned.

"You all look great."

"People are going to laugh at us."

"They won't."

Lyle stared off into the distance for a second, "Yeah, they do."

"Well Mr. Muggles doesn't mind does he?" Sandra picked up Mr. Muggles who was wearing a miniature red tie.

"Mom, he's a dog he doesn't realize how shudderingly awful we all look."

"Mr. Muggles is a smart dog, yes he is, yes he is." Sandra snuggled Mr. Muggles against her. West laughed and managed to turn it into a half-decent cough.

"Hurry or we will be late." Hiro knocked on the door trying to hurry Ando along.

"Hiro, you can bend time and space, we will not be late." Ando replied, followed by a loud bang and a stream of cursing in Japanese.

"Ando, are you okay?" Hiro knocked again.

"I will be fine, I just bumped my head on the shelf."

Hiro grinned and shook his head.

Molly wandered out of her room fully dressed and headed over to the door.

"Come in, we'll be ready in a sec." Molly said opening the door to Niki who was stood hand still raised ready to knock.

"I am never going to get used to that." She muttered to herself stepping into the apartment. "Hi Matt, Hello Mohinder."

"Hey Micah." Molly kissed Micah on the cheek and turned to face Monica, "Hi Monica."

"We all ready to go?" Niki asked looking round. Everyone nodded, "Okay then."

"Boys." Heidi fought the urge to pull clumps of hair from her scalp, "Why did you get so wet?"

"We were muddy, so Simon cleaned us off." Monty replied straight away.

"He did, huh?" Heidi's gaze snapped over to Simon, "And why were you muddy?"

"We fell over." Simon said before Monty could get them into further trouble.

"Why did you fall over?"

"We… we were running."

"I'll get to the bottom of this later, for now just go get dry and ready for the party."

"Right Mom." Simon and Monty nodded and unison and hurried up the stairs together.

"That car crashes 30 miles down the road."

"Lyle. Can't you play I-spy or something?" Claire snapped.

"This is more fun."

"Here." West handed Lyle the PSP, "You get to blast aliens; it's pretty fun."

Lyle observed the device, "It explodes, at the party."

"Lyle, is it possible for you to predict anything happy?" Noah asked pressing his foot down on the accelerator so as to shorten the length of the journey, and thus the time he would have to spend listening to Lyle predict deaths and explosions.

"I suppose, but where's the fun in that." Lyle looked back out the window, "That bird gets caught in some power lines."

"Lyle, can we have a power free trip. You don't see me cutting myself for fun." Claire snapped at her brother again.

"Who cuts themself for fun?" Lyle asked flipping the PSP over and over in his hands.

"Who wants to listen to the radio?" Sandra reached forward and flipped on the button.

"The lead singer of that band gets killed in a house fire, the drummer chokes on an olive, the bass guitarist…"

Sandra flicked the radio off again.

"The bass guitarist…"

"Lyle, if you don't stop right now you're going to die in this car, cause of death: strangled to death by sister."

"How did you know, the bass guitarist gets strangled by her sister."

Claire let out a scream of frustration and reached for the door, "That's it I am jumping out of this vehicle."

"Claire no." West grabbed her arm.

"I'll be alright." She struggled against him.

"Nobody is jumping out of this car." Noah activated the child-locks "Now we're just going to play a nice game of I-spy."

"I-spy with my little eye something beginning with…"

"Tractor." Lyle said before the quote could be finished.