This is my first heroes fan fic, so I hope you guys like it. Please Read and Review

Six months after the explosion . . .

Cork, Ireland . . .

"Peter, Ricky's got the money. Come on, let's get out of here." Caitlin whispered nervously as she tugged on his arm.

"Wait, hold on . . .I can hear . . .there are two more guards coming. Hurry, get to the van." Peter said as he gently pushed Caitlin towards the exit. She stumbled a few feet before turning around to face him.

"But Peter . . ."She began, her face full of worry and concern.

"I'll be fine, remember?" Peter said, giving her a reassuring smile.

"I know but still, be careful, okay?" Caitlin said softly.

"I will. Now go. . ."Peter said. He waited until he saw her exit the building and then he turned around to prepare for the guards that were about to come. He watched as two guards, of stockier build, rounded the corner and spotted him immediately.

"Hey, you there! Freeze!" One of the guards shouted as they both raised their guns. Before they could shoot, Peter lifted his hands up, palm outward and two blue bursts of energy shot out of them and hit the guards. The guards were lifted off their feet and they smashed into the wall, falling to the ground in crumpled heaps, lying deathly still.

Satisfied they were the last of the guards, Peter turned around and he ran for the exit. He threw open the doors and saw the van parked a few feet away and he made a dash for it. He threw open the passenger side door, leaped into the seat and slammed the door behind him.

"Done?" Ricky asked him.

"Yeah, go." Peter said breathlessly. Ricky slammed on the gas and the van peeled out of the parking lot.

"You were amazing Peter. . ."Caitlin said, a huge grin spreading across her face as she leaned forwards and squeezed his shoulder.

"No doubt about it boy-o. You're one of us. . .Check out what we got in the case little sis." Ricky said as a grin spread across his face.

Caitlin took her hand off Peter's shoulder and turned in her seat to see a large, metal briefcase lying on the seat. She placed her hands on the latches and flipped them up. Then she placed both hands on the side of the briefcase and slowly opened it up, gasping at what was inside.

"Peter, this is incredible. . . there must be hundreds of thousands in there." Caitlin whispered as she stared at the bundles and bundles of cash lying inside the briefcase.

"We're raking in way more then we ever have been able to. You're a good man Peter." Ricky said as he turned his head to look at Peter and gave him a grin. Peter smiled back weakly.

"Yeah . . .good." He said softly and turned his head to look out the window. This was what he wanted . . .wasn't it? He had it all. . .amazing powers, all the money in the world and Ricky and Caitlin. A family. Wasn't that enough?

Part of him said yes, but another part of him wanted to find out about his past. It had been six months since he had received the box from Ricky and he had yet to open it. It now sat tucked under his bed and then he realized what was bothering him. It was that box.

He needed to open it before he could ever be happy with the life he had here. He would open the box so that he could let go of the past and move on.

Shaking those thoughts aside, Peter turned his attention towards the window, watching the pedestrians as their van was momentarily stopped. He saw an old couple holding hands and walking down the street and that brought a small smile to his face. He then looked towards an alley and saw a young couple standing feet away from his side of the van. The girl had long, curly blonde hair and the boy had dark brown hair.

His gaze met with hers for just a second and he watched as her eyes widened in recognition and she tugged on the boy's arm, pointing to their van. She looked so familiar . . .like he had seen her before. . .

He looked her right in the eyes and concentrated on her thoughts, his eyebrows furrowing in concentration.

"Peter? But how. . .he's alive?! He's alive!"

Suddenly the van started moving forwards again and Peter pressed his face to the window and looked backwards at the retreating figures in shock. How did that girl know his name?

"Peter, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost. . ."Ricky commented as he turned his head to look at him.

"Huh? No, not a ghost but. . .that girl. . .I know her from somewhere . .she looked so familiar. . ." Peter said.

"Could she have been from your past?" Ricky asked and Peter nodded vigorously.

"Yeah, yeah. She's so familiar, but I just can't . . remember." Peter said in frustration.

"You were looking at that couple back there, yeah?" Caitlin asked him softly and he nodded.

"Yeah, I was looking at them two and if I didn't know any better, I could have sworn I saw West, Ricky." Caitlin said and Ricky snorted.

"Yeah, I don't think my little brother would let his son come over here to visit his criminal relatives, do you?" He said. Suddenly there was a loud clap of thunder, causing the three of them to jump.

"Great." Ricky muttered under his breathe.

"Who's West?" Peter asked.

"Our nephew from back in the states. His parents don't exactly approve of our lifestyle." Ricky said, a smirk growing across his face.

"Maybe we should go back. . .Do you want to go back Peter? Maybe the girl can help you regain some of your memory?" Caitlin asked.

"No, it's okay, but I think I'm going to open the box now. . ."Peter said softly. Caitlin placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder as he placed his hand over his.

"No matter what you find Peter, you'll always have us and we'll always be there for you." Caitlin said softly.

"That means a lot. . .thanks. . ."Peter said quietly.

Seconds later, rain began to fall and the rest of the ride home was ridden in silence. . .