Author Shenanigans: This chapter is laid out a little differently. And, apologies, but it's a little boring. The next chapter will be a bit more eventful, I promise!

Alaska

"Who's on that plane?" Alaska asked.

Micah clicked a couple of different files on the computer, and a list of names appeared.

Claire Bennet
Hiro Nakamura
Matt Parkman
Peter Petrelli
Mohinder Suresh

Those were the first names Alaska noticed and recognized. They were good, innocent people, and Alaska had no idea why they'd be taken. One of them, Tracy Strauss, Alaska recognized from television. What the hell would they want with her?

"They've got my cousin," Micah said quietly. He pointed out one of the names - Monica Dawson.

"We're going to stop this. I swear to God, Micah, they are not going to get away with any of this," Alaska promised.

"The plane's already leaving, look."

Alaska looked at the screen. Sure enough, the plane was starting to move out of the hangar.
"We'll find some other way to get them back," Alaska kept saying, but she was sounding less and less sure. Micah glanced at Alaska. He took one last look at her, the screen, and then stormed out of the room.

Alaska and Nicholas were sitting on the mattress in their room, in complete silence. Alaska had her back against the wall and was hugging her knees to her chest. Nicholas was lying on his back. Both of them were staring at the ceiling, a blank look in their eyes.

"Are you okay?" Nicholas eventually asked.

"Do I look okay?" Alaska retorted. Nicholas looked over to her.

"I'm only trying to help," he said begrudgingly.

"I should have stopped that plane. Everyone we know has been loaded onto some plane. We don't know where it's headed, or what they're going to do to them. And us? We've just walked away from all of them. I should have gone to wherever that plane was. I should have stopped them."

"How would you have stopped them?" Nicholas snapped. "Electrocuted everyone? Burnt the place to the ground? That would have gotten you far. You might have abilities, Alaska, but you're still just a kid; you can't control everything!"

Alaska flinched, as if Nicholas had slapped her. She stood up, going to leave.

"Alaska, wait, I'm sorry," He seemed shocked at his outburst himself, but Alaska shook her head.

"I want some time to think, just leave me alone."

Alaska left the room, and moved into the computer room. She was going to fix this. The guilt she was feeling was overwhelming. If Claire hadn't come to them first, maybe she would have gotten away. Maybe she'd have gone straight to Peter, and he would have gotten away. She stared at one of the screens, waiting for an idea to pop into her head. If only it was that easy. Micah was right - they needed help.

And that's when it hit her. They needed more people with abilities, who were likely to believe their story. And they needed to be found before the government got there. Alaska held her hand against the computer, mimicking what she saw Micah do earlier. She focused, thinking about Primatech. Primatech had to have some sort of computer system, right? Alaska shut her eyes, blocking out the sounds of the soft whirring of the computers, the sounds coming from outside, and anything else that may have distracted her.

Show me the files from Primatech, she thought.

The computer made a small noise, and, suddenly, what looked like hundreds of names popped up on the screen. Alaska sprung into action. She recognized several of the names. Some of them had been on the list of people on the plane. Some of them she'd heard Claire or Peter mention. One name definitely stood out. West Rosen.

Claire and Alaska had hung out a few times, and Claire had shared a lot with her. Alaska was a good listener, and Claire just hadn't had the chance to confide in someone before. Claire had relayed stories of when she was living in California. She'd spoken about West. Claire missed him, that was obvious. And West would definitely want to help if he knew that Claire was in trouble. Alaska scribbled his name down on a piece of paper, she'd get Micah to find his details so they could contact him later.
Alaska glanced up as Nicholas walked in. He looked nervous, and was fiddling with his thumbs. "I'm sorry," he finally said.

Alaska shook her head. "Let's just leave it, it's fine," she said, forcing a small smile onto her face. Alaska stifled a huge yawn, and Nicholas walked over, offering his hand.

"You need to sleep, Alaska. It's almost one AM, come on."

Alaska took it, and the two walked into their room, and sat back down on the mattress.
"Honestly..." Alaska begun, as they started to get underneath the comforter. "I'm scared. If we get caught, it's going to be worse. We've run away, we're about to completely go against the government, and if we get caught..." Alaska trailed off, and bit her lip. She was trying hard not to cry.

Nicholas shook his head, and pulled Alaska so that she was sitting in his lap, with his arms around her in an attempt to comfort the girl.

"We're not going to get caught. You said so yourself," he reminded her. "Trust me, Alaska. I'm not going to let anything bad happen to either of us." He laughed softly to himself for a second. "If I've kept you safe this long, I can keep you safe a little longer."

"You sound like you're my parent," Alaska joked, finally relaxing into him.

Nicholas laughed. "Come on, we need to sleep. Tomorrow's gonna be a long day."

Alaska moved, and wriggled away from Nicholas until she found a comfortable position.

"Can I ask you a question?" Nicholas asked, as they settled down.

"Mm?" Alaska replied, already half asleep.

"You've put a lot into some sort of relationship with Peter. You've barely seen each other since Primatech burned down. And, for the love of God, don't take this in the wrong way, but it seems very one sided to me."

"That's not a question," Alaska mumbled, but she knew it was true. She propped herself up, so that she could face Nicholas. "When I was a little kid, I used to ask my mom constantly who my dad was. There'd be special family events, and I'd go with her, but I'd see all these other kids there with both of their parents. I've wanted a dad in my life as long as I can remember. And now I've found out Peter is my dad. And I want him to stay in my life. I've always wanted to have that 'picture-perfect-family' thing, y'know? And I have the slightest chance at that."

"What if Peter doesn't want that?"

That definitely shut Alaska up. She knew Nicholas hadn't meant that in a malicious way, but it stung her.

"Then I leave him alone. But until he tells me that himself, I'm going to save him, and anyone else on that plane."

Nicholas

Nicholas watched as she moved underneath the covers, tossing and turning in frustration until she finally relaxed, her breathing slowed, and she fell asleep. He watched, as Alaska's facial expression changed from defensive, and somewhat tough, to calm, relaxed, and almost baby-like. She seemed at ease with the world when she was asleep, and Nicholas for one was glad she was finally sleeping. He knew exactly what Alaska was like; she thought she was invincible. The girl had no idea just how vulnerable she actually was. But Nicholas saw that. He knew that before he'd even met her officially. He had to admire her for her determination, but Alaska would always bite off more than she could chew. At least, she'd try to. Nicholas wondered briefly what she'd be like if they'd never met.

He felt anger, as well. Nicholas had to wonder what was in Alaska that made her trust and love Peter so much. Even after Primatech had burned to the ground, Peter had gone back to Manhattan, and had simply thrown himself into his job. He'd contacted Alaska once, maybe twice? It had obviously hurt Alaska, but she still tried to keep a relationship going. Alaska probably just saw their current situation as another way to try and win him back.

He knew that she wanted to, well, talk to Peter. He'd been out of her life for seventeen years. He owed her answers, and Alaska wasn't getting any. He had to wonder just how desperate she was for her 'picture-perfect' family.

It actually occurred to Nicholas that Alaska didn't know that much about him. She knew he'd seen her coming, weeks before they actually met, she knew that he'd saved her, twice. She knew that Nicholas was a couple of years older than her, and had worked in a hotel before he met her, but apart from that, how much did she know? Not much.

It was an unlikely partnership. The two of them were so different from each other. Nicholas was the calculating one. He'd think situations through, he was protective, and, self admittedly, thought too much. Alaska was his polar opposite. She was impulsive, and would almost always dive straight into a situation before she knew the whole picture, damn the consequences.

Nicholas carefully moved himself off the mattress, being careful not to make too much movement or noise. Alaska stirred, but stayed asleep. Nicholas left the room, going into the computer room. He was surprised to see Micah sitting in there.

"Nicholas, come look at this," he said. Micah had the same look of panic he had earlier, and in a second Nicholas was at his side. "I just tried tracking the plane. They're on Flight 195. The plane's gone down."

Nicholas' heart stopped. In the moment of silence that followed, you could have heard a pin drop.

"Where did it crash?" Nicholas asked.

"Russellville, Arkansas."

"This is going to kill Alaska," Nicholas murmured. "Can you find out who's survived, or not?"

"If they put the information into a computer, I can. It's a waiting game until then."

Nicholas paused.

"Don't mention this to Alaska. Not yet, anyway," he said. "She'll try and drive to Arkansas, knowing her. Just keep it between us until we know more, okay?"

Micah nodded. "Okay."

"Is there anything we might be able to do before then?"

"Not really. I mean, we don't know exactly what happened, who's there, anything. Oh, but I do know who's leading this, apart from Nathan Petrelli."

Micah tapped a few buttons on the keyboard, and a second later, a man's picture popped up on the screen. He looked like he was in his late thirties, and was almost completely bald, except for a thin patch of white hair. His name was Emile Danko.

Nicholas yawned, although he did his best to stifle it.

"Get some sleep," Micah said. "I'm going to do the same. None of us will be able to do anything if we're exhausted." He stood up, and left the room without another word. Nicholas heard a door up the hallway shut, and he knew he should sleep, too. He walked back into his and Alaska's room, being careful not to wake her as he slid underneath the comforter. He was asleep less than a minute after his head hit the pillow.

Extra Author Shenanigans: I am going to start making Nicholas more of a main character, which is why I did things from his point of view for once. Expect more chapters like this. Also, I start college tomorrow. Unfortunately, I probably won't be able to update as much, but I'll write bits and pieces of chapters during the week and hopefully have an update once or twice a week!