Alright guys, since I am abysmal at math, I had to change a few figures. 1. 10-11 years have passed. tehya is 25 her brother is 15. they live in london and are under the names Aida and Jayden Taylor. if you are a hardcore history kind of person i'm sorry, but i had to dent the timeline a little. this story is also picking up sometime before the huge bomb in new york at season 1. half the battle with me writing the sequel was figuring out where and when in the storyline i should put my characters. now that i have that worked out i came up with this. anyway i hope you enjoy the sequel as much as the first, maybe more (i can hope, too ya know). and reviews are love! And i don't own heroes, they belong to tim kring.

Aida Taylor had wanted many things in her old life. She had had dreams, desires, even love. At this stage in the game a lot of these things had faded into the background or disappeared entirely. She had grown up, shaken off those silly notions and made solid choices that would keep her and her brother safe. She looked in the mirror and adjusted her hair, into a thick ponytail. After she had changed her name she had gone back to some of her old ways. In a way it honored how her mother had always wanted her to be, and on the other hand it aided her disguise. She popped in her contacts, the ones that made her eyes look slightly hazel rather than her natural born vibrant green. She applied a little makeup and as a finishing touch added a bit of gloss. She touched the mirror gently. This person looked like her, smiled like her, but it wasn't. Once she stepped into her uniform, once she stepped out of the front door, her past life had to go. She pulled on the scrubs, baby blue this time, and opened the bathroom door.

She glanced down at the wristwatch she had on, noting that the time was a quarter to seven. Someone was being lazy to the point of irritability, and needed to be woken up. She trudged down the hall past her room, to the one beside it. She knocked on the door and listened. She could hear the deep snore of her younger brother buzzing through the door. It didn't sound like he was going to get up anytime soon without her help.

"Hey, wake up!"

"Nghhh."

"Come on kid wake up!"

"Ughnn."

Aida growled and opened the door. Her brother lay sprawled out on the bed, mouth wide open covers flung haphazardly over his body. He had certainly grown up, she noted for a second as she leaned up against the door. He was fifteen, almost sixteen and already six foot.

"Zaya! Wake up, s'time for school."

Finally the boy cracked open a hazel and green colored eye.

"I'm up. Geez who really starts school this early in the morning?"

"Apparently people in London do, now get your butt outta bed."

"Okay, okay, I'll be down in fifteen."

Aida headed down the stairs already trying to think of what to make for breakfast. Stepping onto the soft pseudotile of the kitchen she already decided on making pancakes and eggs. She headed towards the fridge humming a soft tune as she moved, but gasped when she saw a man sitting at her table. It was strange seeing him popping up out of nowhere, but for the nearly eleven years that she and Zaya had been hiding Aida had learned to just look past it.

"Morning then Tehya."

"Mornin' to you too, but you know that's not my name anymore."

"You don't use it? Not even in the privacy of your own home?"

"I-it's been, almost eleven years Claude, I should be used to it by now." Aida opened the fridge door and pulled out a carton of eggs. She rested it on the countertop near the stove and then hunted down the rest of her ingredients. As she did so, she heard the sound of a shower beginning upstairs. Usually she had to go back upstairs two to three times before she could get her brother up.

"So, what brings you out here Claude, I thought you were hiding from the Company."

"I am, just thought I'd catch up, take in old sights, that sort of thing."

Aida turned a sad smile on her face. She knew that he had risked alot coming out to see her, not just to hit a few old hotspots of his home country. This was the first time she had seen in him in three years. He had said that they couldn't see each other often, that they had to maintain their distance, but he was always the one that made the risk. Usually he brought news of home, of what was going on in the community of "special" people, and a few years ago, he had brought home a disturbing fact.

"Are they hunting us again?"

"No, but the list...they know your brother possesses abilities, they've already got someone who can track you."

"Track us?"

"Yeah, a system, not sure wot it is, haven't heard much on it."

Aida began to stir the eggs, setting the stove with her other hand. What he was basically saying was that her secret was as good as gone, and that she and Zaya were no longer under the protection of their false names. Inwardly she cursed, she had thought themselves safe, free, but apparently that wasn't meant to be. She added salt to the eggs and after she was done mixing it she set it aside to begin on mixing the pancakes.

"Where's this system?"

"New York, apparently. And before you ask, I think you should stay here."

"And wait for them to come kicking down our door?"

"Tehya..."

"I can't do that again. It's not in me Claude."

"And getting you and your brother caught, that is?"

Aida ignored him and stirred the pancake mix, she glanced upwards as she heard the water upstairs shut off. Finally. She was afraid she'd have to drag him out of there too. She tapped the pan lightly and satisfied with the temperature began pouring the pancake mix into even circles. She leaned up against the counter and eyed Claude.

"You said they know where we are, whowe are, but we're supposed to stay here? Even after I leveled that place that wasn't enough. They rebuilt, got new recruits, and now this system. I don't want to be hunted not anymore. Zaya and I are gonna go back to the States, take out this "system" and go back to our lives. I'm sick to death of running."

"You'd risk your brother for that?"

"Shutup," Aida said as she glanced back at the pan. Tiny bubbles were surfacing on the pancakes, and upstairs she heard a loud thud. Her brother wasn't exactly the most coordinated person she had ever met. He was still growing into the six feet he had accumulated over the years, and would have more falling to do before all that growing was done. She watched the pan, trying to think of a way to make this work. She thought of going back to the States after altering her and Zaya's appearance again. She could cut her hair, get new contacts, maybe blue this time, get a job somewhere in the heart of the city. Zaya could probably get a buzz cut. She could get them new IDs maybe, get his age changed to something higher to account for his height. She flipped the pancakes with the spatula, listening to the faint hiss of the dough as it made contact with the hot metal.

"I'm sorry, you know that right?"

"S'not your fault. You helped us out. You saved our lives, and because of that you're stuck being invisible all the time."

"You don't bloody deserve this and you know it."

"When has it ever been about what we deserve?" Aida began to flip the pancakes onto a plate, satisfied that they were cooked properly. She sprayed the pan with cooking spray and poured on the eggs. She heard loud thumps coming down the stairs. Another thud, this time on the side of the wall. He was probably trying to put on his socks and run at the same time. He finally made his appearance, and when he did she could see his brown and blond locks hung in ringlets that fell around his cheeks.

"Brush your hair Zaya."

"Yeah, I'm on it. Hey Claude."

"Hey yourself kid, 'ow've you been?"

"I'm livin' with Tehya, so it's been interesting."

"Ha,ha. You're lookin' in the wrong drawer. It's upstairs still, in my drawer."

"The small one?"

"Yeah."

"Kay, I'll be right back."

As he practically lept up the stairs Aida spooned eggs onto the three seperate plates. She counted out eight pancakes.

"Kid gets bigger everytime I see 'im."

"Yup, think he gets that from mom's side. How many pancakes d'ya want?"

"Two's fine. If you are gonna face this threat, there's someone I know who're after the same thing."

"Oh yeah? Peter Petrelli, find 'im you can work together end the Company, or stop 'im from exploding whicheve-"

"Wow wow wow, whaddya mean by that!?!? In case what happens!?!?"

"Apparently a bomb's gonna go off there. Peter? Well supposedly he can destroy the city. I taught 'im how to control it, but that boy..."

Zaya came bounding down the stairs once more and seeing his plate set out for him started right into his meal. He glanced at Claude and Tehya noting the awkward silence that now clogged up the room.

"What's up?"

"We're going back to New York."

"We are!?"

"Yeah, apparently if we don't do something, the whole place is gonna explode."

"So no school then?"

"Ha! Right. You're not off the hook yet. I'm calling in sick. You're going to school while Claude and I arrange for the trip back."

"So I can save the world but I can't play hooky?"

Aida smiled softly. "We live in that kinda world don't we?"