Author's note: Okej, this is my very first fic. It will grow into a Heroes universe different from the series. But with familiar events and characters.

Also, I'm not a native english-speaker, so you don't need to tell me that I suck at writing in this language. But if you think I'm relatively good at it, tell me. It would encourage me :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that's got to do with the NBC Heroes show.

1

Homecoming I

The sky was dark when Peter Petrelli stepped out of the taxi. He slammed the door shut and took a look around the street when the car drove away. His eyes immediately spotted what he was looking for.

He swiftly walked up to the short man standing outside the café nearby, and grabbed his shoulder. The man spinned around and faced him with a slightly confused, Asian face. But then something suddenly seemed to strike them at the same time.

"Are you Hiro Nakamura?" Peter quickly asked, just so he hadn't grabbed the wrong shoulder.

"No," answered the Asian, but continued, "I am his friend, Ando! And you, you are Peter Petrelli! Hiro... He isn't here right now." The face that just had gone happy, went gloomy and pondering again.

"Well, he'd better show up then." Peter said and shot another glance around the street. "It's happening soon."

At those words, Ando noticed that the other man was clutching something in his hand. "Mr Petrelli, what is that?"

"Oh..." Peter said, and handed Ando the picture that Simone had taken, before Nathan destroyed Isaac's dreadful painting. Ando gasped and raised his eyebrows in shock when he saw the border on the wall saying 'Homecoming' clearly, the clock next to it showing 8:12, and the mis-shaped body below it.

"Oh, my God! Is that... Is that you?"

"Seems like it. Anyhow, here's the name of the school, and this shows when it happens." Peter almost shrugged his shoulders, poking at the picture.

Ando waved his arms helplessly. "But... Hiro is not here! He has gone to the past, to save a girl!"

Peter took a deep breath. "But we're here now, to save another girl, because she can save the world! If Hiro wont help, we'll do it on our own."

He turned to the street again, and waved for another taxi. Ando didn't move.

"You coming?" Peter said when he noticed.

Ando twitched, and wrinkled his forehead. "No," he said after a moment. "I will stay and wait for Hiro. I believe he will come back. Besides... Without him, I am not really... Anything at all." He looked down.

"I'll tell you, without anyone else, I'm not really anything at all eighter." said Peter and gave Hiro's trustworthy friend a faint smile. "But I guess I'll have to save the cheerleader on my own, then. It's my destiny, I suppose. I've got... About an hour."

Ando glared at his own watch. Then at the picture in his hand. "But..." he said. "You die!"

Peter Petrelli looked at the Asian man. He took the picture from him, and glanced at it again. As a cab pulled over, he folded it in his pocket.

"Yeah," he said, and walked over to the waiting cab.

In a room on the second floor of a house in Odessa, Texas, sat a girl by herself on her bed. She had never felt so angry or dissapointed in her whole life. She wasn't allowed to go to the homecoming game? Just for giving a black eye to a girl more evil than the Devil himself?

She jumped high when she heard a knocking on the window. A boy waved happily at her from outside. She hastily opened the window and let him in.

"Zach? What in the world are you doing here?" she managed to say in her surpriseness. "Aren't you going to the homecoming?"

"Of course I am," he said with a wide smile. "But the more important thing is that you will. I came to rescue you from your mean father! Get moving already!"

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