Sorry about the extreme randomness of deleting this story the first time round, but I didn't like the chapter I posted here. And also, sorry about the delay in replacing it. I wanted to finish the entire story before posting it. I haven't finished it, but I'm far enough ahead that I feel confident in posting.

Anyway, sorry for the delay and I hope you enjoy!

ac-the-brain-supreme does not own Sailor Moon, Heroes, or anything, really.

Peter heard the slosh slosh of his coffee as he moved the styrofoam cup back and forth. Next to him, on a bench they had found in Central Park, was Mohinder. He, too, had a styrofoam cup, but his was filled with tea. They were both quiet. Peter, because he was waiting for Mohinder to speak. Mohinder, because he was turning over the dream Peter had just related to him. The night before, Peter had had a dream where a little girl was trying to escape a destruction of some sort. At least that was all Peter remembered of it. Peter always had a hard time remembering elements of his dreams. This one was no different.

Mohinder leaned forward. "Do you think this was a cry for help?"

Peter looked at his friend. "What do you mean?"

Mohinder looked out towards the concrete path that snaked through the park. There was a white hore-drawn carriage carrying a young couple. They looked happy. "Someone might be looking for your help."

"Why?"

Mohinder stared blankly at his friend. "You're Sailor Moon..." Mohinder said, trailing off.

"That doesn't mean everyone knows about that." Peter took a swig of his coffee. "I doubt that anyone in this city has even the slightest idea of the Sailor Scouts' existence."

Mohinder looked up. "This city. This planet. Out there, though..."

Peter looked up. The sky was a dull blue. Nothing magnificent. Something you'd expect on a regular December day. He looked back at Mohinder. "Would someone really try to contact us from across the galaxy?"

Mohinder shrugged. "Metaria was not of this world. Possibly, she wasn't even of this galaxy. If she was able to find a way to get to Earth all those thousands of years ago, then certainly other supernatural extraterrestrials could make their way here." Mohinder took a sip of his tea. "Especially considering the energy levels that this planet is exuding at this moment."

Peter looked confused. "What?"

Mohinder gestured to Peter with the hand that held the styrofoam cup. "The Silver Crystal. Remember what I told you? It's the most powerful substance in the galaxy, possibly the universe. And if it's that powerful, then it's definitely going to give off some sort of energy signature, just like an electrical socket. But since the energy that the Silver Crystal gives off is neither organic or mechanic, then it's going to give off an extremely unique signature. And when something extremely unique combines with something extremely powerful, then beings are going to be attracted to it." Mohinder smiled at Peter. "It's simple logic."

Peter had to sort out what the hell Mohinder just said. After a moment, he presented another question: "That doesn't mean that this powerful energy isn't bad."

Mohinder took another drink of his tea. "Energy is neither good nor bad. It's just a form of power. It's the person who controls the power and what they do with it that's good or bad."

(--)

Niki leaned forward, making sure her sweetest smile was on her face for this customer. "The regular" she asked, something akin to humor inflecting her voice.

The man, a construction worker that Niki had seen working on her building the week prior, scratched the back of his head. "How'd you know?"

Niki winked, just like Jessica had taught her to do around cute men. "Just a hunch." She wrote two letters on the cardboard. "DL, right?"

"Yep" the man said, giving her a smile. "And you are..."

Niki's smile grew. "I'm Niki Sanders."

(--)

Matt Parkman sat at a desk, doing paper work. He was filling out a report on a recent breaking-and-entering that ended up being a boyfriend trying to surprise his girlfriend on her birthday with pancakes. In the end, the girl was extremely sorry for causing such a ruckus and Matt and his partner, a guy named Joe, had pancakes. They were pretty good pancakes too. The young man often hoped that all these calls ended up like that. Unfortunately, as in L.A., calls ended up being murders, rapes, thefts, actual breaking-and-enterings, hate crimes, and dozens of other disturbed occurances.

That was why Matt didn't want to be a beat-cop anymore. Though, as a detective, he would end up investigating those same exact crimes, at least he'd be doing something helpful. Something that would bring comfort to the victims.

"Parkman!" Matt stood up faster than the Flash could run while on meth, and faced his boss. The older man gestured to him to follow. Matt obeyed, and followed the older man out of the room and into his office. It was a dark little place, with a window with Venitian blinds, a small paper-covered desk, a filing cabinet with a fern on top, a swivvel chair, and an uncomfortable-looking chair in front of the little desk.

"You can sit if you want" the boss says as he sits down in the swivvel chair behind the desk.

Matt decides to stand. "What did you bring me in here for, Sir?"

The older man picked up a peice of paper. It was folded over three times. In a gray scrawl was Matt's name. Matt's hands shook as he stared at the paper. These were the results of the written detective exam. Matt noticed his boss's look of "open it now, dummy" and did what he was "told". His eyes scanned the paper over two or three times before his face went very, very pale. He looked at his boss. "Sir..."

"You start in your new position Monday. I'll give you the weekend off, okay?" Matt nodded. "Good," the older man said. He waved Matt away. "Now back to work."

Matt nodded again. "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." Matt kept his face serious and professional as he walked out of the office. Instead of returning to his desk, as he had been instructed, Matt exited the back entrance, where smokers normally took their breaks. There was no one there, so Matt had no reason to feel embarrassed as he let loose a resounding "Yahoo!" into the early December sky.

(--)

Peter dreaded having to get the mail today. It was the third of the month, meaning that it was rent-collection-day. And eviction-notice-day. Peter's lease contract had allowed him to pay for his first five years in advance, but the clause had expired four months ago, while he was being Sailor Moon. He hadn't been able to produce the next five years' rent, so he and his landlord had made a new contract. Said contract stated that Peter needed to produce rent the third Saturday of every month and if the rent went unpaid for more than three consecutive months, Peter was going to get evicted.

As Peter ripped open the letter that held his landlord's name, his stomach turned nervously. He tried to ignore it, but it was hard considering the fact that Peter hadn't paid his rent in what seemed like forever and that sooner or later Peter's hardass of a landlord would hunt him down and tan his hindquarters.

Peter's eyes moved quickly from left to right, betraying the fact that he was taking in every single word like if the ink they were made out of was made out of fine, decadent swiss chocolate. After his eyes met the end of the letter, they went over it again. Somehow, slower than before.

Peter's eyebrows turned downwards. He folded up the paper and put it in his pocket.

(--)

Nathan liked taking the weekends off. It allowed him time to be with his busy family and to just relax.

At this moment, he was lounging on a couch while he listened to his children run around outside. A room away, Heidi was playing some soft piano music that was lulling Nathan off to sleep. Nathan closed his eyes. A good nap wouldn't hurt, he figured. It wasn't like he hadn't gotten any sleep the night before. Actually, he kind of didn't. Cause Heidi had snuggled so close to him and the kids were out with their friends and...

Nathan's eyes shot open with the sound of the doorbell. The brunette stood up and made his way to the door. He figured that the maid working upstairs wouldn't mind letting Nathan get it.

"Oh, hey Pete" Nathan greeted, slightly shocked. Peter didn't really come over before Sunday, unless he heard that one of the kids or Nathan or Heidi were sick. That, or he had found something interesting out, like he was the reincarnation of a prince who died over ten-thousand years ago and whose enemy has now returned to exact revenge. Wait, no, that's when Mohinder comes over.

Nathan noticed how angry Peter looked. He stepped to the side, silently, and watched as Peter stomped through the open door. Nathan sighed and closed the door. This wasn't going to be very good, was it?

"You paid off my rent!" Nathan, whose back was to Peter, rolled his eyes. He does something nice...

Nathan turned towards his little brother. "And what's wrong with that?" Nathan asked. "I saved you from being evicted."

Peter had pulled out a paper that was folded in his pocket. He held it up and was waving it around in Nathan's face. "You paid off my rent for the next three years!"

Nathan crossed his arms. "Again, what's wrong with that?"

Peter drew back. "Nathan, I'm a grown man! You don't have to come running to my aid whenever I ask for help!"

Nathan stepped closer to Peter. "Technically, I do" he replied in a whisper.

Peter glared at his older brother. "Besides that...and even then I don't need your help all the time." Nathan tried to hide the fact that he didn't believe his brother, but Peter picked up on it. "I am" he insisted. "Look...Isaac and Niki and Matt are all just as strong and as capable as you are. There hasn't been any trouble in months, and it's questionable whether there ever will be again."

Nathan stared straight into Peter's eyes. "There will be more trouble, Peter. Just because we beat one bad guy doesn't mean we've defeat them all."

The two Petrellis stared at each other. There was an intensity that flared between them. Neither were ready to bend to the other's will, and to demonstrate this, neither were going to look away from a pair of similarly-colored eyes.

"Daddy?"

The tension was sliced by a tiny, innocent little voice. Nathan looked around Peter. Peter turned around. One of his eye brows struck up. Standing there was a girl. A little, blond-haired, green-eyed girl with chubby cheeks, a pair of ponytails that pulled her hair back, and a teddy bear that she held so tightly that it would was almost turning blue.

Peter turned around completely as Nathan walked up to the little girl. "Who is that?" Peter asked.

Nathan picked up the little girl. He turned to Peter, looking confused. "What are you talking about?"

Peter pointed to the blond. "Her, who is she?"

Nathan's eyes narrowed as the girl's eyes widened. "Peter, this is Claire, your neice."

Peter's forehead furrowed. "No, she's not."

Claire began to cry. Nathan grew furious. "What do you mean she's not your neice? If she's my daughter, then she's your neice!"

Peter pointed at Claire. "You don't have a daughter!"

"Than who am I holding?" Nathan bit back.

Peter opened his mouth, then stopped. He remembered what Mohinder had said to him the day before, about the power of the Silver Crystal attracting others to Earth. He had said they would be coming in search of help, but why would someone looking for assisstance do something so...suspicious?

Peter's eyes widened. He turned on the balls of his foot and ran out of the house, forgetting his annoyance with Nathan for treating him like a child and remembering where exactly he put the compact containing the Silver Crystal.

(--)

The moment the needle slid into his skin, Isaac remembered exactly why he got so hooked on this stuff in the first place. He remembered that it just took him away from everything. Back then, "everything" was Simone's bitching, his stretch of crappy paintings, his almost-completely-poorness; pretty much his entire life. But this time around, the numbness that spread up his arm was to escape the turmoil rolling around in his stomach and heart.

Isaac pulled the needle out of the dip of his arm once the clear, addictive liquid had been emptied into the blue veins beneath. His smile and his eyes drifted off into a dream.