Title: Icons – Decoy, Deceive, Deception
Author: Hélio Rei
Spoilers: Smallville, Comics, Superman, etc.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: The world of Smallville meets the world of Heroes: Crossover.

Author's Notes: This is based on the first six seasons of Smallville and the first season of Heroes. However, I'm pleading for your suspension of belief in some aspects of this fanfic because it's very hard to combine the two universes.

Prologue:

Since the explosion happened, the weight of the world was on his shoulders but for the last few days, it had become almost unbearable.

He was conscious days after another great battle with his personal demon: Sylar. Sylar had killed several people and he almost killed Claire. They were part of an infinite roll of murders of a man who was almost invulnerable and wanted to kill everyone who possessed special abilities and so that he could be the only one, the special one because all others didn't deserve the power they had been given to.

The rollercoaster of emotions was triggered by Hiro Nakamura but a different Hiro: A future Hiro who came to his time and gave him the meaning of his place in the world, about his fight, a fight to save the world, to make it a better place.

"Save the cheerleader, save the world!" – Hiro said in that unforgettable day at the New York City subway.

He saved the cheerleader, Claire was her name: in fact he later discovered Claire wasn't just a cheerleader, she was his niece. She was the key to everything and he was willing to die for her protection, to keep her safe from Sylar but there were complications: he was the one responsible for the explosion but Sylar could also blow up the city. They went back and the help of Hiro, Matt Parkman, Noah Bennet and a blonde with super-strength he was able to stop Sylar, however he couldn't control the radioactive ability. He was going to explode but his brother showed up and rescued him.

"I love you Peter…" – his brother's words full with compassion comfort his heart: it was the last thing he remembered.

He only woke up later in a prison, a hospital prison where he was locked like a wild animal and treated like one. He was told they inserted a chip inside his head and any use of his powers would trigger the chip to explode, causing his immediate death. He believed in them because their eyes showed him fear, the basic emotion who everybody feels when they sense their lives are at risk.

Nevertheless, something troubled him: along with fear, he noticed something else, relieve and soon he understood why.

When the discovery of President of the United of States of America was involved with Sylar, an immediate resolution came from the Senate: anyone with powers would have to present itself to the recent created S.C.A.R – Self Contained Ambience Reserve -otherwise would face legitimate response from the authorities. The S.C.A.R was just a fancy name for a prison where people with abilities would be locked and thrown away the key: His brother's biggest fear had become a reality, it was out of control and he knew it and he had to do something but didn't know how and where to start.

That was when he found out he had waken from a five year sleep: he didn't know the details and no one was available to give the explanations.

Then a team of doctors entered his room where he was constrained and applied him anaesthesia and he past out: when he woke up, he was in another place, somewhere comfortable and perhaps in any other circumstances, he could call it home.

Lay down on the couch, he got up but since he was still dizzy he sat. He looked around and saw a perfectly normal house without any sort of luxuries but it had the essential for a living room.

"It's not the Petrelli mansion but I hope it's comfortable." – He heard a female voice coming behind him and immediately he got up.

"I'm sorry if I scared you."- The woman was in her mid 50's and held a cup of coffee: he felt she was looking at him strangely like if she knew him for a long time. – "Take a seat. You're still not fully recovered." – He followed her advice, still feeling not too good. The woman sat his side and extended the cup of coffee, smiling. Her face looked familiar and yet he didn't know her but somehow he knew she was the reason of him being there, outside the cage where he was locked.

Reluctantly, he accepted her cup of coffee and drank it. – "Thank you."

"You're welcome Peter." – She smiled, grabbed her cup and put it on the table.

"You know my name and yet I don't know yours…" – He was curious about the woman: it felt weird for him to see such kindness after days of imprisonment, disrespect and insulting.

"Silly me: My name is Martha Kent and I'm an U.S Senator." – She stopped talking waiting for his reaction but he was impassive, not giving anything away. – "You have probably a million questions in your mind and I hope I can answer them." – Again she waited for a reaction but clearly she hadn't gained his trust: she got up, went to the fireplace and grabbed a photo. – "You remind me my son." – She declared while looking at the photo. – "Selfless, noble, always putting the other's needs in front of his own, he saved more lives, he left a mark bigger than he ever imagined."

"You're talking in past tense…" – Peter noticed not only the verbal conjunction but also the sudden sorrow in her face.

"That's because he's dead, because Sylar killed him." – Her sorrow shifted to resentment and rage as she looked fiercely at him.

"Sylar?" – His memory was still fuzzy but he still remembered him defeating Sylar and Hiro making his final attack on Sylar, stabbing him in his chest.

"Yes, he survived Peter." – She deciphered Peter's confusion and she continued. – "He killed not only my son but he also killed millions, innocent people like Claire."

His confusion was bigger than before: he thought Sylar was a closed chapter but according to that woman, it was far from a definitive ending. - "What happened?"

"The reports I have, indicate that Sylar was rescued and eventually he recovered: he killed Candice, a woman whose power was to create illusion. From that starting point he began killing anyone with abilities and my son tried to stop him but he failed and paid with his life."

"I have to stop him." – Immediately he got up but Martha also got up and grabbed his arm, guessing what was going on in Peter's mind.

"Even you can't stop him. He's absorbed too many abilities to be stopped." – Her face reflected the concern and worry: he didn't know why but he believed in her. If Sylar survived and made a full recover it was more than obvious he would continue his killings.

"How?" – Martha didn't answer his question immediately as she put the photo in the table. She looked at him.

"How is not important, it's when." – She approached Peter and put her arms on his shoulders. – "You're a good boy Peter but before I go deep into this I need to know if you are committed into this."

"Into what?"

She turned on the TV and the incoming footage showed the ceremony: a ceremony remembering the victims of a nuclear holocaust, a day to remember those who lost their lives.

The images shocked him and he thought after everything he fought for, he thought he still had killed millions.

"It wasn't you, Sylar was the one responsible." – Martha deciphered Pete's emotions: it was curious for her to see him like that because it remembered something she hadn't witnessed for a long time: Peter was like Clark, carrying the weight of the world in his shoulders. Then she knew the question had to be made.

"Do you want save the world Peter?" – He didn't reply: he just simply nodded affirmatively.

"Then save my boy."

To be continued…