OOC: I'm awful at explaining things, bare with me.
This starts at the beginning of Season 3. Caitlin found a time traveller, but went back 16 years instead of one. And, after her brief relationship with Peter Petrelli, she also found herself pregnant. She gave birth to a baby girl, Alaska, who turned 16 around the time that Pinehearst made itself known. She has a vaguely similar abililty to Peter - except she can't mimc abilities just by being near a person, she has to touch the person to gain their ability.

This is kind of a re-write of Season 3 - with an OC, and rewrites of scenes. It's my first fanfiction, be nice! The first chapter is Alaska having a run-in at the gas station with Knox, Flint, The German and Peter/Jesse go to after escaping from Level 5.

I don't own Heroes in any way.

"Please be careful, Alaska."

Caitlin had said that everytime Alaska went out. She understood why - her mother had relayed numerous stories to her, and Alaska knew that, as someone with an ability, she was at risk. From what, she didn't know. Alaska always a sort of nervousness about her, though. Part of it was from knowing that she had an ability, but had no idea what it was. Somewhere inside her just told her that she was special. She just needed to find out what she could do.

Alaska worked evenings in a gas station. It was strange - she was 16, and often worked overnight on weekends. However, Alaska had known the owner of the place since she was little - the wife of the owner often had dinner with Caitlin. And, Alaska liked having money. Money meant independence. Something Alaska liked having. The gas station was just a couple of blocks away, and she enjoyed the walk. It was a nice evening. She had a good twenty minutes or so until she was due in, so she took her time. The sky was slowly starting to darken, and the colour had changed from blue to a orange-y pink. It was beautiful.

She reached the gas station, and, like most evenings, it was almost empty. Mr Taylor, the owner, was behind the counter, and looked like he could cry with relief when Alaska entered.
"Alaska, brilliant, you're here!" he gushed.

"Is there something you need me for, Andrew?" Alaska asked. The owner had insisted that Alaska call him Andrew - he hated being formal, and was almost always dressed casually, normally in jeans, Converse, and some sort of novelty t-shirt.

"Yeah, actually. Me and Eliza" - his wife - "got called to go to some dinner party." Andrew made a face. Alaska stifled a small giggle. "We won't get back until around 2am. You can cope for a few hours alone, right?"

"It's not like I'll be run off my feet, Andrew," Alaska joked. It had some truth, though. The place was very quiet most of the time. "I'll be fine."

Alaska was grateful that she'd brought a book with her - she'd probably end up crying with boredom otherwise.

"You're a star, thank you, love." Andrew sighed with relief. He was like a dad to her. Well, seeing as Alaska had no clue where hers was, he might as well have been. His wife, Eliza, was equally as nice to her. They were both quite young, in their late twenties/early thirties, and so Alaska had found it easy to talk to both of them. Andrew disappeared upstairs, presumably to get ready, and Alaska moved behind the register, putting her bag underneath the counter.

Andrew and Eliza left, and, slowly, the sky turned black, and day shifted into night.

Despite having a book to read, Alaska was bored out of her skull. Working at the gas station wasn't the most thrilling of jobs. She'd had less than 10 customers that night. She glanced outside - there were two cars. However, both of them had only just pulled up, and Alaska guessed she had a couple of minutes to quickly run to the bathroom.

Alaska had just finished freshening up when she heard the first scream.

She ran out of the bathroom, and ran outside towards the gas pumps. A woman was lying on the floor, and the smell of burning flesh filled Alaska's nostrils. She clamped her hands over her mouth to stop herself from screaming, and went to turn and run back into the shop, to dial 911.

She was grabbed by a black man, who looked like he was in his mid-twenties. He'd grabbed both of her arms, and, although he was only a few inches taller than Alaska, and around the same build, he was incredibly strong. Alaska was terrified.

He took a deep breath, and stared down at her. "Your fear just makes me stronger, girl." He was mocking her. And the more Alaska struggled, the less effort it took for him to hold her. Alaska brought her knee up in between his legs, and that was not something this man was expecting, and in shock, he let go. There were three other men. One was standing near the woman lying on the ground, now dead, and another was punching a man near the shop door. Alaska was surrounded. As if reading her thoughts, the man standing near the woman ran over and grabbed her, and, this time, she could see it took a lot more effort. Alaska twisted around, and grabbed onto his arm. "Let me go!" she screamed. And just like that, he let go of her. He held onto his arm as if he was in pain, and Alaska suddenly saw what had made him let go. There was a hole in the jacket he was wearing, the outline of the hole a charred black, and Alaska could see he had a nasty burn on his arm. She looked down at her hands. Had she done that?

And if she had, was that her ability? Pyrokinesis? The men were temporarily distracted, and that's when Alaska took her chances. She ran past the one man who didn't seem that involved. In fact, when Alaska glanced at his face, he seemed like he really didn't want to be there. But she couldn't stop and take proper notice. She ran from the gas station. Someone had already called the police - she could hear sirens in the distance. Although, something in the back of her mind told her that they wouldn't be caught by the police, and that this wasn't over.

Alaska ran. She didn't stop until she reached her front door, and then realised her bag was still at the gas station, and hammered on the front door until a startled looking Caitlin opened the door. She didn't seem too tired, so Alaska guessed that it wasn't actually late. Alaska ran into the house, slamming the door and bolting it. It was then that she realised she was shaking.

"What the hell happened?" Caitlin asked, ushering Alaska into the living room. Alaska collapsed onto one of the sofas, and wrapped her arms around her.

"Some people just... they just came to the gas station. I don't know who they were, but they killed two people. One of them grabbed me, and he.. he was strong. I don't mean like, body-builder strong. He was super strong. He said something like 'my fear just made him stronger.' I only just got what that meant - he was literally feeding off of my fear."

Alaska paused, trying to gauge Caitlin's reaction. Her expression was unreadable. Alaska went on.

"I kicked him, and he let go. One of the others grabbed me then. He controlled fire. He'd set fire to the two other people there," Alaska choked. The images of those two people being beaten and burnt still stuck in her mind, and she knew she wasn't going to get rid of that for a long time. She could almost smell the burning flesh again.

"I grabbed a hold of his arm, and, he suddenly just pulled away. There was a hole in his jacket. And what looked like a bad burn on his arm. I think..." Alaska trailed away again. Caitlin had told her about people with abilities - after all, Alaska's estranged father had one. Caitlin had told Alaska never to repeat anything she heard, and that she'd one day maybe have her own ability.

"I think I burnt him. I was panicking, and maybe that's what triggered it. Maybe I can control fire."