Disclaimer: Once again, I own none of the Heroes characters or the show itself, Heroes. I do own Ashe Daniels, Dr. Daniels, Faye and Elliot, and this plot. Woo!

Jae Khameron: Hehe, lucky I had this almost started out when I uploaded Chapter one :P Anyway, just a little note again. Please try not to get confused with what's going to help in the story. I would tell you but I'd ruin it for you, so just um... Try not to get confused :S That's the most I can tell you without ruining it! Sorry D:

Chapter Two: A Rocky Path; Role Confusion

In the Previous Chapter:

Mohinder turned the laptop toward Molly and leaned forward slightly. "Can you find this girl for me Molly? It's very important,"

"Um, okay," Molly looked closely at the image before shutting her eyes.

Mohinder waited patiently for Molly's search to finish. As soon as she opened her eyes, he waited again for her to speak. "She's in a hotel… Called… Jumeirah Essex House… In New York," Molly sounded slightly unsure but Mohinder didn't seem to notice. "Why do you need to know where she is Mohinder?"

"Her father is looking for her and is very worried about her," Mohinder replied quickly but spoke slowly. "She is very important to him, and possibly to mankind as well,"

The sun couldn't have come a worse time.

Sylar groaned in annoyance as he tried to block the light from his eyes. He turned to his side and came face to pillow before realizing that a barrier of the soft head-rest had been created. He used an elbow to lift himself up and stared at the woman on the other side of the makeshift wall. For a few moments he laid there staring at Ashe's sleeping form until he realized yet another thing.

Quickly he glanced down at the arm he was using for support and took note that the bandages he had used to wrap the wound was now gone. "This girl is too nice for her own good,"

Just then, said girl began to stir from her sleep and into the world of reality. Tired eyes blinked lazily and were then met with Sylar's chestnut irises. She slipped away quickly when she noticed that his face was a bit too close for comfort and was now sitting up on the bed. "I'm going to go get some coffee…"

Peter sat with his head in his hands on the edge of his bed. His mind was still not over the grief of his dead brother, shot down right in front of his eyes. The added factor that was making the pain almost unbearable was that his love, Caitlin, was still somewhere in the future. The only thing that he was sure of what that she was safe from the virus he had stopped.

Suddenly, the phone rang which caused Peter to jump at the sound slightly. He used his telekinesis to bring the phone over to where he was and answered it quickly, "Hello?"

"Peter? This is Mohinder," came the voice on the other end.

"Oh, Dr. Suresh; what is it?"

"Could you do me one small favour?"

"What is it?" Peter repeated. He sat up and his eyes narrowed as he waited for Mohinder to say what he wanted.

"I need you to find someone: her name is Ashe Daniels, you might be able to see her around the area surrounding Central Park," Mohinder spoke quickly as if he were afraid that someone else was listening in to the conversation. "Please, you must find her quickly,"

"What happens if I don't find her?"

"I don't know of the consequences just yet, all I know is that she must be found and brought here to Brooklyn,"

Just then the phone line was cut off. Peter placed the phone back down and slowly stood up. He made his way over to the window and gazed out listlessly. Then, making up his mind, Peter grabbed onto his coat and headed out the door. Once he was on the street level he began searching.

Peter read as many minds as he could, searching for anyone who mentions the name Ashe Daniels. Over time, as he walked down the street, his head started to pulse in pain. He hissed, taking his breath inward, as the pain increased. "I can't look for her like this; there are too many people,"

Immediately he stopped searching through people's minds and walked off to the side of the sidewalk and entering a small coffee shop. He sat down by the window and began to massage his temples slowly, yet trying to relieve the pain quickly. However, before he had time to get comfortable, a woman sat down in the chair across from him. Once he looked up, he had wished he never did.

"Hey there cutie!"

"Elle…" Peter said her name is if it was something poisonous to his system. His eyes narrowed and he watched her moves very closely. "What do you want?"

"I hear you're looking for a… Ashe Daniels?" her smile widened when Peter pretended not to be interested. "Yeah, I was the one who cut that call off,"

Peter didn't reply, trying hard not to speak in fear of saying something he might regret later. Instead, he just continued to watch her moves carefully.

"If you help me I'll help you," Elle reached forward to grab onto Peter's free hand but Peter quickly pulled it away, causing Elle to frown. "I help you find her and you help me take her to daddy,"

"What's so important about this girl anyway?"

"Hm, I don't know; you'll have to ask daddy about that," Elle leaned back against the chair and looked out the large window to her side. "Well, what do you say pretty boy?"

Just then a young woman walked into the shop, the bell signaling her arrival. A fellow who knew her waved at her and greeted her with a friendly hello, "Hey Ashe!"

Both Elle and Peter looked up and toward the young woman who had just been called Ashe then both turned toward each other. Each waiting for the other to move first but neither even moved an inch.

Thinking quickly on the spot Peter used his telepathy on Ashe. 'Ashe Daniels?' he said within the girl's mind.

Ashe stopped in her tracks and looked around the room wildly. 'Who – where are you?'

'Don't leave the coffee shop – don't even enter the washroom, got it?'

'Uh… Why?'

'I'm the one sitting by the window, across the from the blonde girl – don't trust her,'

Ashe turned her head around and caught sight of a dark haired man having a staring contest with the blonde woman he mentioned. 'What's your name?'

'Peter,'

Ashe smiled sweetly as she made her way over to Peter and sat down beside him. "Hi Pete!" She grabbed onto his hand and held it close to her body and turned to the woman across from her with a smile.

'What are you doing?'

'Don't worry, to her I look different; I'm using an illusion,' Ashe winked knowingly at Peter, her smile widening.

Mean while, through Elle's eyes, a dark haired woman sat down beside Peter and placed a soft kiss upon his cheek. "Hey there sugah," the stranger spoke with a heavy southern accent and Elle couldn't help but wonder where the Ashe girl went off to.

'What is she seeing?' Peter's question went unanswered as Ashe pulled Peter up and out the door. The blonde woman had been left behind for the illusion was still going where the dark haired southern woman began blabbing on about something or other.

Once Peter and Ashe were a good distance away, they began speaking outside of the mind. "So Peter," Ashe started, her arm now wrapped around Peter's, "What was that about?"

"I was told to find you and bring you to Brooklyn but I wasn't really told why," Peter said truthfully. For the whole time his eyes were still narrowed and his face very stern, and he never turned toward Ashe as they walked side by side down the block. "How long will that illusion last?"

"Uh, for as long as I want – but I can't step more than one hundred feet away from the target," Ashe somewhat forced Peter to turn the corner with her, having to use a little effort in doing so.

"Where are you taking me?" that was when Peter finally glanced over to Ashe. His eyes softened when the first thing he saw were her light red-coloured hair, reminding him of his love lost somewhere in the future.

"Nowhere, just keeping us in the hundred foot radius,"

Just as they were passing by a darkened alley guns shots were fired their way, coming from inside the alley itself. Peter pulled the both of them to the side just in time and he tried to see where the bullets had come from but the darkness blinded his vision. "Why is everyone after you!?"

"I don't know!" Ashe shouted back.

A few bolts of electricity were shot their way. A shield formed around Peter almost immediately but a scream tore through Ashe's throat. Peter looked at the shield amazed and confused before glancing toward the very much in pain Ashe. "Did you put this shield up?" he asked, however the girl was already starting to slip away into the world of sleep.

"Oh! If daddy hadn't told me that was an illusion in time I would have been there for days!" Elle shot another bolt of electricity but the shield that was still around Peter protected him. Elle grunted in fury and shot a much more powerful blast but again Peter was untouched. "Now what!?"

Peter tried to grab a hold of Ashe but the shield seemed to be preventing him from doing so. He couldn't even wrap his hand around her wrist. "The shield – it's like a cage!" 'Wake up Ashe!'

Sylar had made his way out of the expensive building and was now walking down the street. He had begun to get curious about why Ashe had been taking so long that he had to come out to see where she was. Staying cooped up in a room wasn't good for anyone's health.

He was just about to become incredibly angry until he heard her familiar voice scream. He then found himself on a street was looked to be deserted. He ran by an alleyway and froze along with everyone else around there.

"Sylar!" came Elle's whispered shout.

Peter, too, looked as surprised as Elle did at seeing Sylar so suddenly and at a time like this.

Sylar threw Elle far back with his telekinesis, knocking her out cold as well. Next, Sylar tried to do the same to Peter but then noticed the shield that was around him. He tilted his head slightly and saw Ashe struggling to stay awake on the ground next to Peter. "What did you do to her?"

"What are you talking about? I didn't do a thing," Peter spat out, as if talking to Sylar was disgusting. "What do you care anyway?"

"That's none of your business," Sylar lifted Ashe and brought her to him. He released her from his psychic hold and caught her in his arms. He shifted her weight so that her head rested in the crook of his neck and shoulder as she finally let sleep take over.

Peter banged at energy shield around him but it was no use. "Let her go Sylar!" he shouted through the shield.

Sylar only glared at Peter in response. The grip he had on Ashe tightened slightly and as he was about to turn to leave he noticed Elle getting up from the corner of his eye. He tried to wake Ashe up but failed miserably. He quickly jumped to the side in time to dodge a lightning bolt but hurt his back a little at the impact against the wall.

Mean while, Peter was still having a hard time trying to get rid of the 'shield' around him. Sure it protected him, but it also prevented him from moving around: a dome cage. He grunted, "Ashe; wake up!"

"Uhn, few more minutes…" Ashe curled in and cuddled closer to Sylar, causing him to jump slightly at the sudden movement.

"Wake up!" Peter shouted again.

Ashe blinked lazy eyes open and immediately the shield was brought down. As soon as it did Peter jumped into action. He electrocuted Sylar arm, making Ashe fall with her back against the ground. He brought Ashe toward him with his mind and wrapped a secure arm around her waist, all in a quick few seconds.

Elle reentered the fight and shot a few bolts toward Peter and Sylar which they quickly dodged at the last second. "Ugh!"

Then, Peter stopped time.

Sylar stayed frozen, reading himself for an attack while Elle was beginning to shoot more bolts of electricity.

Peter turned to Ashe and looked her straight in the eye as he tried to hold her struggling still at the same time. 'Go back to sleep,' he said into her mind. Instantly the girl fell limp in his arms. He picked her up with no effort and headed over, using the fastest transportation, toward Brooklyn.

Mohinder almost fell from his chair when Peter suddenly appeared in his room with Ashe sleeping soundlessly in his arms. The girl's head rolled over a bit and fell back as she continued to sleep.

"I brought her," Peter said in a monotone voice, "Where can I put her down?"

"Uh… Yes, yes; in here," Mohinder snapped out from his daze and lead the two into the bedroom. Molly followed them from curiosity and watched as Peter gently placed the red-headed woman onto the bed. "Is that Ashe? She's very pretty," she thought out loud.

"Elle and Sylar were after her too," Peter turned to Mohinder, "Do you know why?"

"Elle and Sylar? Then this must be serious," Mohinder touched Ashe's forehead gently with the back of his palm in concern as Peter stepped back to give him room.

"Who told you to go find her?" Peter's stern but monotone voice wouldn't leave him, whether he liked it or not.

"Her father, Dr. Lucas Daniels; I've been trying to get a hold of him every since but it was of no use," Mohinder turned away from Ashe and faced Peter with worried eyes. "I can't even get Molly to find him because he's never shown his face in public: no pictures, nothing,"

"Maybe if I read her mind, she might give me something," Peter suggested. He waited for Mohinder to step aside before getting closer to Ashe and sitting down on the bed by her. He closed his eyes slowly as he placed on hand upon his temple and the other hand on Ashe's.

Suddenly, the girl's eyes shot open and then a bright flash of light soon followed. The occupants in the room were blinded temporarily and waited to open their eyes again when the painfully bright white light disappeared. Molly was the first to open her eyes and she gasped in surprise at what she saw. Peter had fallen unconscious over Ashe and Ashe herself had reverted back to her sleep state. "Mohinder!" she cried out.

Quickly Mohinder rushed to their side and tried to shake Peter awake. "Peter! Peter!" he shouted into the man's ear. A smile appeared on the researcher's face when Peter groggily opened his eyes. "Thank goodness," he whispered.

"Huh? Why are you calling me that?" Peter rubbed the side of his head and let out a moan of pain.

"What do you mean? You're Peter," Mohinder let go of Peter and took a step back. He then noticed the girl on the bed begin to awaken.

"Ooh, Mohinder, what just happened?" Ashe, too, began to rub the side of her head. "Where did that light come from?"

Mohinder took in a big and loud gulp before turning to Peter, "Ashe?" he called out. He frowned when Peter looked up at him in response to his call. "Oh no…" he said, "Peter, Ashe, look at each other,"

Peter and Ashe did as he said and, at the same time, both their eyes widened. Peter's jaw dropped a few centimeters while Ashe just kept staring. Then, both looked down for a second before looking back at each other. "Oh no, not again," Peter mumbled as he continued to stare at Ashe.

"I think you two accidentally switched bodies…" Mohinder said, pointing out the obvious.

"Well I could've guessed that," Ashe bit out. "And what do you mean not again?" she asked, directed toward 'Peter'.

"I haven't really got that ability um, straightened out yet…" Peter his two index fingers together shyly with his head turned away.

"Don't… don't do that," Ashe reached over and grabbed onto Peter's hands, "Guys don't do that,"

"But daddy!... I almost… yeah I know but!... Daddy!... Okay fine… Sorry daddy," Elle hung up on her cell phone and shoved it into her pocket. She rubbed the back of her head and winced in pain at the contact. "You know, that really hurt," she said as she turned around, "Oh, you can't hear me; I forgot,"

Elle smiled at Sylar, who sat motionless in the back seat. He had his eyes and ears covered while his hands were tied together. "At least I got you, so daddy won't be that mad," she giggled when Sylar still didn't say or do a thing. "Also helps that you're unconscious,"

Several hours had passed since the switch occurred. For many times Peter and Ashe tried as much as they could to switch back, always ending up in failure. Molly giggled at the sidelines while Mohinder tried to think up ideas of how this could be fixed, mistaking one for the other as well.

"Peter – uh, I mean Ashe – do you remember the last time this has happened and how you switched back?" Mohinder smiled sheepishly at calling the wrong name for the millionth time that night.

"Well, it was with my mom and I technically didn't do anything – she did, with my body really," replied Peter. "She somehow figured out how to do it and did it,"

"Okay, so then Ashe – uh, Peter – you're going to have to figure out a way to control that ability," Mohinder rubbed his temples as the feeling of a headache starting to make itself know.

"How am I going to do that?" Ashe cried out in frustration and pulled slightly at her hair. Peter reached out with lightning fast reflexes and pulled Ashe's hands away from her hair. "I'm sorry but I don't want to be bald when I get my body back,"

Ashe let out a long sigh and let her head drop hopelessly. "Any idea on how your mother figured out how to control this?"

"Maybe 'cause she knew me well? Only reason that's coming up in my head," Peter shrugged his shoulders, perplexed.

"Start getting to know her Peter!" Mohinder shouted at Ashe. Molly giggled, still finding the situation slightly funny, before heading into the kitchen for something to eat.

Peter and Ashe turned to each other, their eyes meeting: light smoky-blue against dark hazel. "Okay," the two said in unison. "Let's start from the beginning I guess," Ashe said with a smile.

'Knock, knock, knock'

"I'll get it!" a young, beautiful teenage girl ran over to the door and opened it with a smile. She was then met with a tall, dark haired man smiling back at her. "May I help you?" she asked politely.

"Is your father home?" he said in as much or more politeness as the young girl.

"Uh, sure," she replied. Turning her head slightly to the right she yelled: "Dad! Someone's here for you!"

Instantly her father, Mr. Noah Bennet came out from the kitchen and smiled at his daughter as he neared the door. He told his daughter that she could go back to what she was doing before he came face to face with the man at the door. "May I help you?" Noah asked.

"You won't recognize me, but this is Lucas," the man said with a smile still on his face.

Noah's eyes widened and stepped to the side to let Lucas enter the room. "Is this another astral projection of yours?" Noah asked as he closed the door. He led the man into his office and shut the door softly.

"Yes, but I'm covering it up with an illusion – of course," Lucas laughed lightly. He waited for Noah to walk around the desk and take a seat, but he himself didn't sit.

"You don't really leave the indoors, do you Lucas?"

"Of course not Noah; I have no need to since I can do this," Lucas' smile never left him and that made Noah slightly uneasy.

"What do you need?" Noah asked, going straight to the point. His eyes were focused on the man across from him that he didn't notice his daughter, Claire, sneaking near to listen in on the conversation.

"May I borrow a small amount of your daughter's blood? It's a very small amount," Lucas' posture didn't change and that smile seemed like it would never leave, which made him look less and less real.

Noah leaned back in his chair and narrowed his blue eyes at the man. "Why do you need her blood?"

"There is a woman in the hospital who is in need of it right now, her ability of super strength is of important use to me," Lucas said, then adding, "I do not do experiments Noah; I never have,"

"You'll have to ask her that yourself – right Claire?" Noah looked around Lucas and shook his head disapprovingly when Claire came out from her hiding spot. Slowly, she entered the room with a small, shy but guilty smile.

"If it's to help someone, then okay; I'll give you some of my blood," Claire smiled up at Lucas and his never leaving smile returned the gesture.

"Thank you,"

End Chapter

In the Next Chapter:

"It's not that I'm not proud of you Elle – in fact, I'm very proud that you brought in Sylar," Bob said as to try and comfort the young woman, but his voice sounded so emotionless that Elle only half believed him. "I just think you should rest and be more prepared before going after Ashe again; she is of a much higher status than you are Elle,"

"Okay daddy," Elle said in a defeated voice, "I'll be more ready next time," She stayed quiet for a moment before something popped into her mind. "Who are you sending?"

"Faye and Elliot," Bob replied quickly and, as soon as he did, he walked away.

Jae Khameron: Did you get confused? Whenever Peter spoke it was really Ashe speaking, and vice versa. But, besides that... Chapter Two complete! Stay tuned to Chapter Three :D