Hereafter

Ch 2

Smack!

The Hyundai struck gravel and sped off down the road.

Peter's full concentration was now drawn to the traffic of New York City.

"So you can teleport cars now," Elle marveled. "Cool."

Scanning the sights, around them Elle checked the buildings, flashing lights and fast cars. It seemed nothing had changed.

"So how far into the future are we?"

"Four years."

"And nothing's really…"

"Look up."

Elle did so as four men in crisp business suits flew overhead.

"Ok, maybe it's a little different."

Peter's eyes seemed to darken.

"Everyone who can afford it can have abilities."

Elle felt her heart sink. She brought out a fragment of her power, and watched as the thin blue sparks ran across her hands.

"So everyone's special, or rather no one is." She allowed the sparks to exit back through her palms.

Peter didn't reply.

Instead he turned off into a side street.

"So what's up, Mr. Serious?" Elle leant her head on his hardened shoulder.

Peter slowed the car.

"Someone from your time has created a serum that can give abilities to anyone. I told Peter, the other me that we might be able to get help from Sylar."

"Whoa, hang on cowboy," Elle sat up. "Sylar?"

"He's different now Elle."

"Yeah sure, bet he's a bundle of fun."

Peter smirked and Elle fell all over him as she noticed it, immediately forgetting the seriousness of the situation.

"You smiled, you smiled. I got you to smile."

"Elle?"

She wrapped her arms around Peter and hugged him.

"Elle."

"You smiled, smiley. The world's a better place." She was grinning stupidly, swaying from side to side like an excited child.

"Elle!" She stopped, arm still wrapped around his waist.

"Yeah?"

"I was trying to tell you something." Peter shook his head in disbelief.

"Sorry Pete, but I never paid much attention in school. Actually I don't think I even went to school."

"Elle!" Peter disentangled himself from her.

"Sylar is not the problem this time. It's someone…else. When I brought Peter here, Claire and her gang showed up and killed me."

"Huh?"

"She had the Haitian, Peter got away but I think, I think he's got Sylar's power."
"And that's not good is it?" Elle sighed and blew a loose strand of Blonde hair from her eyes. "So Claire wants to kill you. Again. Um just curious is she one of the good guys or one of the bad ones, now?"

"She thinks she's doing the right thing."

Elle glanced at Peter, he looked genuinely upset.

"So we're the bad guys," Elle finished.

"Not for much longer."

Peter and Elle both whirled in the direction of the new voice.

A dark haired version of the cheerleader, Knox and the Haitian were crossing the opposite side of the road and walking towards them.

Elle jerked her arm out, but the gesture seemed ridiculous.

Not one spark emerged. "Not cool."

She shot Peter a look of terror.