Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or StarGate. If I did, a lot of things would be different!

A/N: Just a warning, this will be an extremely AU fic. And there will be no Paire (Peter/Claire for all StarGate fans) whatsoever! But I don't want any flames, so please restrain yourselves. Don't like it? Don't review! It's not that hard!

Cassandra Frasier sighed. This was so not fair! Not only was she being forced to do a stupid assignment for social studies, it was with the new school Barbie, Claire Bennett! Seriously, the new girl was perfect: Blonde hair, blue eyes, great figure! All she had to do was breathe and guys would look up. Guys including, Cassandra thought irritably, her own boyfriend, Dominic. The jerk hadn't paid Cassie one minute of attention while Claire was in the room. The worst part about Claire? She didn't care! Half the school hunks were writing her name on their notebooks and she didn't pay any attention to them! If I was Claire, I'd pay a lot more attention! Cassie thought angrily. Then again, what do you expect of a cheerleader? Cassie smirked at this, and then frowned. Come to think of it, Claire didn't even pay much attention to her cheerleading! She just did her routines with a perky grin on her face, but anyone with half a brain could see that her mind was miles away. What did she have to think about, anyway? Besides how to steal people's boyfriends, Cassie thought angrily.

The bus pulled to a stop and she reluctantly got out, grabbing her backpack. This wasn't fair. It wasn't as if Cassie didn't have friends she could do the assignment with! But noooo the teacher had said that it would be nice for the two of them to associate outside their normal circles. And while Cassie had fumed and protested, Claire had just nodded absently, her eyes glued to a poster of Kirby Plaza, New York, that hung on the classroom wall. Cassie sighed. What was wrong with her?

Cassie stopped in front of a house and looked at the piece of paper in her hand. Yeah, this was it: 4529 MillWay Lane, home to Claire Bennett, cheerleader extraordinaire. Stuffing the piece of paper into her pocket, Cassie walked up to the enormous house and rang the doorbell. Again, she studied the assignment: Research something that you think is a growing problem in today's society and present it to the class, making sure to inform them of the pros and cons of the topic.

The door opened and she began talking, not even looking up.

"Hey, I'm Cassandra Frasier, I go to Claire's school. We're supposed to do an assignment together? Is she home or….?" Cassie looked up and her jaw dropped. While she had been expecting to see one of Claire's parents, she instead saw a young man in his early thirties, looking at her. And he was cute! Cassie hastily smiled, praying that he hadn't noticed her shock. Either he hadn't noticed or he was too nice to comment, because he merely stepped aside and motioned her in. She nodded her thanks and stepped into the home. Looking around, she noticed that Claire's family apparently wasn't hurting for money: the house was well furnished and looked neat.

"Claire!" the guy called after shutting the door.

"In here!" replied a cheery voice that Cassie instantly placed with Claire Bennett. The guy nodded and led Cassie to a large kitchen, where Claire was making a sandwich. She turned to face them and held out the sandwich to the guy, who looked at it.

"What's this?" he asked.

"Matt told me you skipped breakfast," Claire told him. He shrugged.

"I wasn't hungry," he said simply, brushing past her and going over to the fridge. "It's no big deal."

"Yes, it is, Peter," Claire said firmly. "You need to keep up your strength."

"I'll eat later," he muttered, pulling out a carton of orange juice. "Hand me a glass, will you?"

"Not unless you eat."

Cassie raised her eyebrows. Claire had never seemed this……forceful at school. Peter sighed.

"Fine," he said aloud. "I'll eat the sandwich, OK? Now will you please hand me a glass?" Claire nodded, set the sandwich on a saucer, and then pulled a glass out of a cabinet. Then Peter did a weird thing. He held out his hand, as if he expected the glass to fly into it. Claire coughed loudly and shot him a look. He looked at Cassie, blushed, and then went over and took the glass and the saucer from Claire.

"Thank you," he said, kissing her forehead before turning to pour himself a glass of orange juice. Claire sighed and looked at Cassie.

"You want anything to eat?" she asked. Cassie shook her head. Claire nodded, looking slightly uncomfortable. "OK……um, we're going to do our work in the basement, 'K?" she asked Peter.

"Make sure Micah fixed the computer," he answered. She nodded and then guided Cassie out of the kitchen and towards a hallway. She tapped on one of the doors and a few minutes later it was opened by a boy of about eleven or twelve.

"Did you fix the computer?" Claire asked. "We need to do some schoolwork."

"Yeah, I tol-!" the boy began, but then he caught sight of Cassie and stopped. "I fixed it," he said. Claire nodded and thank him before heading down to a basement. Cassie followed. The basement was almost as richly furnished as the upstairs. There was one section that had a large TV with several different game consoles attached to it, and then there was another section that had a glass wall separating it from the rest of the basement. Looking through it, Cassie saw a tall man working on some kind of chemistry. Claire ignored all of this and headed for the third section, which was a large desk with a large computer. She pulled a chair up for Cassie and the two sat down, facing each other.

"What's the assignment again?" she asked. Cassie resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Typical! Pulling out the sheet, she read the assignment and then looked at Claire.

"What do you want to research?"

"Me?" Claire asked.

"Yeah." Cassie said. "I like the world the way it is." Claire looked thoughtful for a moment and then she sighed.

"I know something," she said.

"What?" Cassie asked jokingly. "The restrictions on miniskirts at school?" Claire looked startled.

"No," she said quietly. "I was going to say all the genetics studies that they do on human beings who are different." Cassie stared at her and then wordlessly wrote it down.

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NID Agent Malcolm Barrett walked into the conference room.

"Any activity?" he asked. The nearest agent looked up.

"Yes sir," he said. "At 1400, a girl walked into the home. She still hasn't come out yet."

"Any ID?" Barrett asked.

"No sir. Either she knew our cameras were there and avoided them or she had no idea they were there and just didn't look our way."

"Work on it," Barrett ordered, pulling out his phone. "We need to know if she's as big a threat as the others."

There! Hope this isn't too cheesy! Please review, but no flames!