A/N: I meant to say, that this story goes past and present.. The way to know is that numbered titles are past and titles are present. So, enjoy. Please review.

I have camp this week. Expect an update sometime after the 15.

Up and In

Mr. Jackson opened the door. The hallway was short and narrow, like they said it would be. He had to duck as they followed the Chinese man. She didn't. A benefit of being short, he laughed to himself.

"Why are you laughing?" she asked.

"No reason," he smiled.

At the end of the short, narrow hallway the man who led them knocked on the door and muttered something in his language. Mr. Jackson stood awkwardly in his hunchback position until the man opened the door.

"Go in and upstairs. You will find them," the man said. Mr. and Mrs. Jackson nodded. Mr. Jackson offered his hand. The man bowed instead and Mr. Jackson followed his wife.

"Up," another man said.

The small room they entered had only a staircase. Mr. Jackson laughed again at any other possible options. His wife shot him an agitated glance and he cleared his throat. He knew she wouldn't find it funny.

At the top of the stairs was another door, which Mr. Jackson opened.

They entered.

Mr. Jackson stretched. He could finally stand up to his normal, comfortable height now.

The room was empty and dark, which surprised them.

"Where is everyone?" his wife asked.

"They're supposed to be here," he said.

Mrs. Jackson turned the light on and screamed as a sword appeared at her throat.

"Hiro! Hiro stop!" Matt Parkman yelled. "Sorry, he gets anxious."

"It's fine," Mrs. Jackson said. She hit him on the head. "You could've killed me."

"Nonsense," Hiro smiled. "We all know that is not possible."

Mr. Jackson laughed. She smacked him as well.

"You're here!" Micah Sanders yelled. "Everyone they're here!"

Micah hugged them, followed shortly by Molly. Monica entered with some drinks.

"Thirsty?" she asked. They nodded and took the drinks.

"Sit down. Let's talk then we'll show you around the place," Matt said.

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"That's great," Mr. Jackson laughed. Mrs. Jackson smiled. It had been a while since she heard him laugh like that.

"How was the funeral?" Monica asked.

"It was a funeral. Sad," Mr. Jackson said.

"Weird." Mrs. Jackson said.

"Very weird," he agreed.

"Not everyday that happens huh?" Matt said quietly.

"No," he replied.

The front door opened and closed. Mr. and Mrs. Jackson looked up.

"That was some funeral," Nathan Petrelli said with a smile. "I think we've done it."

Mr. and Mrs. Jackson stood.

"I never thought I'd say it, but I kind of like the red hair." Nathan smiled at Mrs. Jackson. "You—I'm no so sure that blonde is your color."

"I told her that but she just wouldn't listen," he replied.

Nathan looked at Mr. Jackson. "Give me a hug." Mr. Jackson went to Nathan. "I've missed you Pete."

"I missed you too Nate."

Mrs. Jackson walked to Nathan.

"Claire." He looked at his daughter. "You look beautiful. Are you doing okay?"

Claire nodded. Nathan hugged her. "I missed you too," he whispered.

After their hug, he straightened up.

"So, how was it? Watching your own funeral?"

"Something I never want to experience again," Peter said.

Nathan laughed. "That's what I said. Let's toast."

Nathan grabbed a glass off the counter.

"What are we toasting?" Micah asked.

Nathan thought. "To us, the hidden. No, no—to Peter and Claire. Now we can save the world."

"Again," Hiro said.

"Again." Nathan nodded.

"To Peter and Claire," everyone said. Their glasses clinked.

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