Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes. Not even a teensy weensy bit.

Info: Peter has his original power back, along with telepathy, Elle's lightening powers, D.L.'s phasing ability and Claire's healing ability.

Chapter Three: How I Felt The Plot Thicken And Saw An Angel In The Process

Kirby Plaza hadn't looked this orange on television. I mean...this was orange. Like, orange. Bright, frightful orange. I felt slightly in awe at its orangeness.

"So this...is Kirby Plaza?" I asked the delightfully scrummy guy (who may or may not have taken my clothes off) next to me.

"It sure is," he replied. He looked at me, probably waiting for another destination or possibly for another scream. But who wouldn't scream if a knife wielding maniac or a giant (I'm talking giant) cockroach approached them?

I decided to ask him something that had been bothering me. In a roundabout way, of course. No need to embarrass myself. "Where are my other clothes, by the way?"

"I don't exactly know, but, from what Milady has said, the clothes that you're wearing now are the clothes that instantly appeared on you once you changed dimensions."

"So when I go back home the clothes I was wearing will instantly reappear?" I asked, trying to gauge his reaction to the word 'when.'

"Pretty much," he replied, keeping his face blank. I wondered suddenly if he was bored. He probably was, with me as a companion.

"And these clothes are cool, too," I pouted. I wasn't very interested in clothes; I just wanted to make him smile. He had a nice smile.

He did, although not for very long. I glanced around in case it hadn't been me who had erased that nice smile from his lips. Thankfully it wasn't. The cause of his suddenly blank expression was the grinning figure of Peter Petrelli striding across the plaza. Sylar grabbed my hand quickly and tried to pull me away, acting as though he hadn't noticed Peter.

Of course, I would have none of it. Not because I wanted to meet Peter Petrelli, but because Sylar had grabbed my hand. Moving after that would have been unthinkable.

"Come on," he mumbled in my ear, instantly making me freeze, but it was too late. Peter was upon us in a nanosecond.

"Gabriel, it's good to see you," he cried, grabbing Sylar's free hand and gripping it tightly. "I haven't seen you in ages. That Milady keeping you busy?"

"Yip. Busy. That's me," Sylar mumbled, trying to pull me away and give Peter a hint that he wasn't welcome.

He didn't take it. Glancing at me, he asked, "And who's this charming creature?"

I went bright red. Charming creature? Me? I glanced around. Maybe he was talking about someone else? Nope. He was talking about me. I wondered what shape his mental state was in, after Sylar had killed his father and Milady his mother. Obviously not very good.

"She is none of your business, Peter. Now, go away," Sylar replied, trying desperately to get me to move.

"My name is Rebecca Mackenzie. I'm from another dimension." I decided to give introducing myself a go.

Sylar didn't seem to appreciate my imitative. Peter, however, didn't let him get a word in. "Really?" he asked, apparently interested. "What kind of dimension?"

"One where you're all characters in a TV show."

Peter smiled incredulously. I had the feeling that he had only been humouring me.

"Prove it," he said.

Okay. How would I do that?

"When you collapsed in the street – this is before you exploded and Nathan saved you – you had a vision in which you saw Charles Deveaux meet your mother, and he told you that you were the one who would save the world because you knew the power of love. Am I right?"

Peter had his mouth open, gaping at me. I couldn't resist the moment. "Close your mouth. The wind might change and then you'll be stuck like. And then where will you be?"

His mouth was closed. He didn't seem to be about to say anything so I turned to Sylar and tried to make conversation.

"So I take it you found your parents?" I asked. I'd never been very good at polite chit-chat.

Sylar looked surprised. "Yeah. My father turned out to be some invisible man living in London."

I knew it! Ha!

"And Elle? How is she?" Because I am the eternal optimist.

"She's fine. I haven't really seen much of her..." Sylar started.

"...because you tried to kill her," I finished. "How exactly did she survive?"

"I saved her,' Peter said, rejoining the conversation.

"Oh," I said, interested. "Where is she now?"

"Living with Nathan."

Wow. This was starting to sound like a fanfiction I'd read. Go figure.

"Do you want to meet her?" Peter asked, ignoring Sylar's look of desperation.

"Sure," I said, surprised. And then remembered that he could read minds.

Thus it was that I got to meet some of the Heroes. Isn't that totally and completely cool? I felt quite privileged.

Nathan was apparently still living in the Petrelli mansion. Peter entered without knocking, but then I suppose he can do that, seeing as he supposedly lives there as well. Or at least I hope that's what the signs all around the place crying, 'Peter's Things,' means.

"Nathan!" Peter yelled at the top of his lungs. "Nathan?!"

Nathan appeared a moment later, his hands over his ears. Peter's voice was a bit shrill now that I came to think about it. "Peter, you don't have yell," he said between gritted teeth. "I'm right here."

Peter pouted. I had never seen anyone pout before. He looked pretty cute. "Well...you could have been upstairs. Or something."

I didn't catch what Nathan said next. Because Elle came down the stairs right then. My all-time favourite female character in Heroes. Who I thought was dead. She walked down the stairs like it was nothing. I thought about that. Well, of course it would be nothing. It wasn't exactly Nobel Prize worthy. But she wasn't dead, is my point. Su, much yayness all around, I'm sure. There certainly was for me.

I did not squeal. I know. What a shock.

Elle stiffened when she saw Sylar, who looked immediately uncomfortable. Poor thing.

Why do I always do that? Why do I always feel sorry for him? He should feel uncomfortable. After all he did kill her. Damn. And yet I still feel sorry for him. What the hell is wrong with me?

I looked at Sylar. Okay, he's pretty hot. But so what? I know serial killers can be hot. I watch Criminal Minds. Urgh. Much annoyance.

"Elle, I was talking to you," a man's voice carried down the stairs, followed a moment later by what I assumed was the source. "You don't just leave in the middle of a conversation..."

My eyes widened. Literally. I felt them.

Noah Bennet. Noah. Bennet. Noah Bennet. How cool is that? He was even wearing those glasses of his! I wondered what would happen if I called him HRG? You know, when they first began calling him that I did not know what they were going on about. So I looked it up. As I usually do when I don't understand things.

A girl walked past me, immediately distracting me from Noah Bennet. I blinked. Hey, I recognised her...

"Angel Coulby?" I said, very confused. I blinked. She was still there. "Gwen?"

"Huh?" almost everyone else said, with the exception of Elle, who was too busy trying to inch up the stairs again.

I blinked and she was gone. "Weird..." I muttered. I shook my head and grinned at the people before me (and the one to the side because Sylar was beside me not in front of me). "So...this is cool, huh?"