It was just another day, just another day Niki told herself. But in reality, it was the biggest day America has ever seen. It was 5 years. 5 years since the world had changed forever. 5 years of pain and regret. And forgetting. She watched Nathan move across the TV screen and onto a pedestal. It was his fault. His fault that she lost everything, everything that was good in her life. D.L. by Sylar, the exploding man, and most importantly, Micah. By the explosion, the one that she just happened to live through in New York City. It was like she had died though, as a lot of people like her felt. Her life was pretty much a living nightmare after that day. Doom's day. October 17, 2006. The day that changed the world.
.Flashback.
Niki and D.L., her ex-husband, went looking for Micah in Kirby plaza. She lost D.L. then, he said he was going to kill Linderman, then he was gone. Niki found Micah and took him outside, lead by Suresh, Noah Bennet, and the young Molly Walker. Peter, Niki's undisclosed boyfriend, and the father of her unborn child, started fighting Sylar, the killer, as his hands started to glow and Niki's eyes grew wide. It was the supposed explosion in Linderman's office and the talk of everyone here. She wasn't going to lie to herself; she was scared. Claire, Nathan's daughter and Peter's niece, held up a gun at Sylar and started crying as she was uncertain or not to pull the trigger. Niki held Micah tight, scared for the life of her lover. She felt like screaming for Peter to get away from there, but she quieted herself. Suresh went to tend to the injured Matt Parkman, who was hurt by Sylar, as Molly clung to her. The doctor and Noah Bennet carried the poor guy inside the building, supposedly to a helicopter. It took Niki time to realize that she was left alone on the sidelines, with Molly and Micah depending on her to keep them safe. She felt sorry for the girl, and put an arm around her and another around her son. Nathan, the sleazy politician Jessica once slept with, left with his family in a helicopter hours ago. Just like him, looking out for himself. Niki gulped and watched Peter get knocked down by Sylar as she winced. Claire screamed as she ran to Peter, who just got back up and kept fighting. Two Japanese guys popped out of nowhere, and one yelped for Niki to go to him. She took her son and Molly and lead them slowly to the them as one of Japanese guys left to fight Sylar. The one left, short and stubby with round wire glasses and pointy hair, motioned for the taller, buffer-looking one to come back, but Sylar had already knocked him down. Niki knew what ability he had, as she started to talk to him over the loud noises.
"Can you get us out of here?" She asked. The Japanese guy nodded as he looked worryingly over to his friend. She took Micah's hand as he looked at her, concerned.
"We have to go back for Dad!" Micah said as he let go of his mother's hand and ran quickly into the Kirby Plaza Building. Niki let go of Molly and tried to run after Micah, but before she could even yell for him, She found herself back in a Las Vegas club, with Molly and the Japanese guy. He seemed to try to go back, but he couldn't and Niki couldn't understand him as he mumbled in Japanese. She looked around quickly and screamed for Micah. But it was no use. The time-traveler couldn't get back. Micah was stuck there, to die. Niki ran her hand over her stomach, trying to feel around for the small bump that was Peter's baby, as she kneeled down on the floor and started to cry. Realizing what just happened, Niki had nothing left to do but cry.
.End Flashback.
Angrily, she threw the glass at the television and she put her hands on her temple. It was his idea to blow up New York, and it was him who killed her son. Him and thousands of others. And now he was the President of the United States. Peter ran out of the break room and looked up at Niki sitting angrily at the bar. Niki had forgotten the scar now; Peter had it ever since the explosion. He hugged her from behind and wiped up her tears as he kissed her softly on lips. She pulled away softly and looked at him, sadly. He sat next to her at the bar in the club as he whispered.
"Are you okay?" He said, looking at the cracked television screen. Niki nodded, not looking at him.
"It's just another day." Niki nodded as she slowly looked over to him. "It's called 'letting go'."
"It's okay to cry, you know. You lost your son, Niki." He put a hand to her cheek and she swatted it away.
"I want to see Grace."
"Is that the best idea? Today of all days?" Peter looked at her, and Niki all of sudden didn't feel like talking to him. All she wanted to do was see her daughter, the only one who soaked up the pain.
"I'll call Suresh. He'll have her ready." Peter took one last look at her, as she looked straight ahead wiping her tears away, and he walked quickly into the break room again.
Grace brought every ounce of happiness to her, the only one who made her smile, other than Peter. But it was difficult to see her. Peter and Niki had special arrangements so Suresh could take care of her there, at the hospital. She had a bad case of it. The Shanti virus, they called it. And their daughter was the 3rd case, after Shanti, Mohinder's late sister, and Molly Walker, who was fully cured. She was only 4 and half years old, powerless, so far, but the disease was deteriorating Grace's nervous system, also denying any future abilities, and since she was so young when she was diagnosed, it acted up often. Suresh's blood was the only known cure, but it only stabilized Grace temporarily. She would be very sick some days Niki came. It broke her heart to see her daughter in pain. But today was different, and as Peter walked back in and nodded, Niki felt hope in seeing her daughter. She would be the cure to Niki's problem; pain.