Disclaimer: Check Chapters 1-2 for it. Me tired.

Jae Khameron: Sorry for the wait! Wanted to finish it off earlier but.. stuff happens. Anyway, hope you like this chapter. I make so many characters that sometimes I think I have a multiple personality disorder just to keep their personality different. Haha.. that was a bit weird. Well, ignoring my own randomness, enjoy the story!

Chapter Four: Reunion

In the Previous Chapter:

"You're letting me go because?" Sylar said bitterly.

Instead of answering, Elle carefully placed the key a foot away from Sylar and took a few steps back. "I put the key on the ground in front of you to give me time to get out of here," she said as she continued to step away backwards.

Elle watched as Sylar slowly fell to his knees and immediately grabbed onto the key on his first try. She took that time to being running, slide into the car, and drive as fast as she could away from Sylar. "I'm letting you go so you can lead me to Ashe," she said, smiling as she viewed herself in the mirror.

Mohinder slaved away at the stove, tired from cooking Ashe meals to keep her energy up so she wouldn't lose consciousness. Several hours had passed since Ashe had announced that Peter went to the future to bring his girlfriend, Caitlin, back. Ever since then Ashe had been growing more and more tired, even more tired than Mohinder was feeling.

Molly stayed by Ashe's side, doing random activities to help keep her awake. "I hope they get back soon," she said, "You're looker more and more pale by the second!" Molly noticed Ashe's eyes slowly beginning to close and she instantly began to snap her fingers and banging her hand against the table. Satisfied when Ashe's eyes snapped wide open, Molly went back to trying to get Ashe to colour a picture with her. "Please stay awake Ashe,"

Mohinder came rushing into the room with a fresh new plate of spaghetti with cut up hotdogs inside – at Ashe's request. "How long has it been now?" he asked.

"About four hours," Molly replied without looking to Mohinder.

Suddenly the phone rang and Mohinder found himself rushing around his apartment a lot more recently. "Hello?"

"It's Parkman," the voice on the other end said.

"What is it?"

"Look at the news,"

Mohinder complied and turned on the TV, quickly switching to the news. His jaw dropped and he almost let go of the phone in his hand, but he did drop the remote.

On the television screen, there was Peter and Ashe defending themselves against Faye and Elliot with Molly being held securely by Elliot. "The only man whom the police were able to identify is Peter Petrelli, the younger brother of the late Nathan Petrelli,"

"Oh no…" Mohinder managed to say after a few moments of silence.

"I would have tried to stop this from coming out but it was sent out while I wasn't there," Parkman admitted dejectedly. "You better warn Peter about this,"

"He's currently in the future…" Mohinder's eyes widened more when he realized something. "If this has happened now, then people from the future might be after him right now!"

"After who?"

Mohinder almost fainted when Peter suddenly appeared in the room with a girl in his arms. Just then Ashe collapsed, making a loud sound as she made contact with the hard floor. "Ashe!" Molly squeaked.

"So that's the girl that helped ya?" came Caitlin's moderate Irish accent.

Peter nodded and let go of Caitlin to get to Ashe's side. Her eyes fluttered open, accompanied by a small, soft smile. "You took so long… Remind me not to lend you anymore boosts from now on…"

"I've been wondering," Peter said as he lifted Ashe, bringing her to the bed, "What other abilities do you have?"

"I have a list… it's in my… Oh no!" Ashe sat up on the bed suddenly, causing her and Peter to bump heads. "My stuff, it's all back in the hotel I was staying at! I have to go get it!"

Caitlin chose the moment to come into the room. Her and Ashe's eyes locked, as if they had secretly started a staring contest. Caitlin noted that Ashe's hair was a lighter shade of red than hers and Ashe was a few years younger than herself. Then she noted how Peter's hand was placed over Ashe's as the two rubbed their heads with their other hands, though it seemed like they didn't notice the contact. "I see no harm in letting her go retrieve her possessions,"

"She can't go alone," Peter said, not looking back at Caitlin. "I'll go with you," he said, this time directed to Ashe.

"You should stay with Caitlin," Ashe looked up at Caitlin another time, staring up at her with shy eyes. "You two need to catch up,"

"We were told by your father to protect you," Peter argued.

"Don't worry," the young red head said with a smile, "I'll make sure to keep my illusions up so they won't know it's me," To prove her point Ashe suddenly turned into a fairly good looking young man. Untangled, messed up blonde hair sat atop her – or now his – head and dark blue stared back at Peter. "See? Totally different from what I really look like," came her now, somewhat deep boyish voice.

Micah jumped excitedly as soon as he saw his mother's eyes begin to flutter open. He stood up from his seat and quickly made his way beside his mother, taking her hand in his. "Monica, she's waking up!" he exclaimed, turning over his shoulder to smile at Monica who looked hesitant to smile.

His bright, wide eyes watched as his mother turned her gaze toward him. "Mom; you're okay!"

Niki smiled as warmly as she could for tiredness still overshadowed her. She sat up slowly on the bed while her smile grew in size. "Are you two all right?" she asked, looking to Micah and then to Monica.

"I'm really sorry I couldn't do much to save you," Monica whispered, her voice sounding defeated and timid.

"It's all right; it's no one's fault," Niki comforted genuinely. "How did I recover so fast?"

"A man came, said that he was a friend of Dr. Suresh," Micah replied quickly.

Faye sat on the floor, leaning onto the bed crying her heart out. The room she was in continued to change and morph into different things again and again: going from looking like a playroom for a small child to a jail cell. On the side Elliot sat with his feet up on the table, staring up at the many ceilings above him. "I almost had them! I almost had them!" Faye continued to cry out, slamming her fist against the bed.

"I don't understand why they would send us to go after her – especially you, who's on the verge on going totally insane," Elliot bit on the apple in his hand that then turned into an orange, then a pear, and then a peach. "Could you stop that already? It's hard to eat,"

"I am not going insane Elliot!" Faye turned around suddenly and was now leaning over Elliot's lap, still sitting on the ground. "Take it back Elliot!"

"Enough with the tears," Elliot said without even glancing at Faye, which made her depressed even more. She dropped her head into Elliot's lap and sobbed some more. Her hands fisted and gripped onto Elliot's leg, giving him a hard time ignoring the pain it caused. "No one cares about me! No one loves me!" Faye cried out, her tears coming out like a river.

"You love me, right, Elliot?" Faye looked up at Elliot hopefully but frowned when she was met with his stern and disapproving stare.

"Not in the way you want me to Faye, no," Elliot gently pried Faye's hands away from his person before setting his feet down on the ground and turning his body away from Faye.

"The nicest thing you could do right now is at least lie to me Elliot!" Faye shouted at him as she stood to her feet.

"You've been living in a fantasy world that it's time to stop," Elliot made sure not to glance at Faye while he spoke, in fear of something he didn't want happening.

"What are you talking about Elliot?"

"You make fantasy into reality but not matter how real it seems, deep down inside you know it's still a fantasy,"

"I hate you Elliot," Faye spat out. The room then returned to its original state: a tiny motel room.

"And you're just like a spoiled brat,"

Lucas's astral self sped off again toward the home of the Bennets. Claire had recognized him and let him into the house right away. The two went into Noah's office and shut the door softly behind him. Noah paused what was playing on the television screen: the news from earlier that day.

"I came to tell you an important message before you go do anything stupid," Lucas said in a rush, despite his face's lack of expression. "The company has nothing to do with Ashe,"

"I watched the news myself," Noah bit out, though that wasn't his intention at all, "I know those two to be Faye and Elliot, they're from The Company,"

"Yes, I know, and so I'm here to tell you that The Company has nothing to do with whoever wishes to catch Ashe," Lucas repeated.

Mean while, back at Mohinder's apartment, the four occupants waited restlessly. Peter paced near the window by the table Mohinder sat at, glancing outside every now and then. Caitlin stood quietly, leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom, while Molly, sitting at the table with Mohinder, drew patiently. Mohinder took that moment to tell Peter of the urged news. "Peter, you might be in trouble,"

"Huh?" Peter looked away from the window, having been snapped from his trace-like stare. "I didn't catch that,"

"Here, I'm sure it'll still be on the news," Mohinder turned the television and flipped through until he found a news channel that was speaking about the subject he wanted Peter to know.

"Early today, around mid-noon, eye witnesses have stated that something unnatural had happened near the border of Prospect Park; here is a footage that had been taken by one of the witnesses through their camera phone,"

Then, the scene of Peter, Ashe, Elliot, and Faye throwing their abilities to each other appeared. The image wasn't too clear from the amateur's shaking but it was clear enough to tell who it was. As soon as the clip was done, the reporter went on.

"Police have said that they were unable to name all of the persons involved and the only one who had been named is no other and our late Nathan Petrelli's younger brother Peter Petrelli; we do not yet know why or what exactly has occurred but police have said that if anyone sees any of these four to please call them; stay tuned for any new information…"

Peter stared at the screen in disbelief. "What do we do?" he whispered, still trying to register the information that was just given to him. "I can't go out into the public anymore... What do they want?"

"They most likely think that you four might be a threat to society and wish to question you – and possibly ask if there's others like you," Mohinder replied as calmly as he could without sounding like he was trying to hide his worry and panic.

Ashe stepped into her almost forgotten penthouse with silent feet, and gently shut the door behind her. She looked around a few times before quickly running over to the nearest window and opening it. A small bird suddenly rushed by her and flew into the room, causing Ashe to squeal from surprise. "Watch it Amon!"

The bird then disappeared to be replaced by a tall, somewhat built, dark haired man. He brushed off his shoulder from habit before turning around to Ashe with a stern glare. His eyes followed the small trickle of blood that appeared from Ashe's nose, and then shook his head disapprovingly. "You've been using your abilities too much,"

"I ran into… complications," Ashe wiped the blood away with the back of her hand in a rushed motion. "Besides," she added, "Not all of us are lucky like you: abilities without any limits,"

"I saw you on the news earlier today," Amon walked toward Ashe, passed her, and closed the window with a hard 'thud'. "Remember what your limitations are Ashe – especially now,"

"I know but… why me? Why do I have to do it?"

"Do you plan on continuing your search?" Amon completely avoided her question while avoiding to look at her as well.

Ashe seemed a bit angered at the obvious avoidance but chose to be the better person and ignore it. "I've found them already," she replied harshly. "I've managed to delve into their memories, just to make sure it was them,"

Amon nodded his head in acknowledgement. He tapped his fingers against the ledge of the window as he contemplated one the new information that was just given to him. "Your father says to be careful," he said suddenly.

"Hm, he's your father too," Ashe whipped her wrist not too hard and her bag instantly appeared, her hand already clutching onto it.

"He is the father of all of us, but he is much more your father than he is mine," Amon's voice sounded almost sad, but he was lucky enough that Ashe hadn't noticed for her mind was somewhere else.

"I keep gaining more abilities more often now – people need to stop having children," Ashe mumbled, her tone sounding very annoyed. "I can't keep up with them all,"

Suddenly, the door to the penthouse was open. With lightning fast reflexes, Amon had transformed himself into a small black cat and was now sitting quietly at Ashe's feet while staring at the person at the door. Ashe smiled sheepishly when Sylar came walking through the door, his eyes slowly rising from the ground and making contact with hers. The two looked at each other oddly for a bit. Ashe laughed nervously while she scratched the back of her head, and Sylar just stared at her.

"Are you… all right?" Sylar sounded hesitant and unsure if she should have spoken or asked her anything at all. He eyed Ashe carefully as he walked toward her. "Where did you disappear to?"

"Don't worry about me; I'm fine!" Ashe smiled warmly and nodded her head over excitedly. the black cat by her legs had walked away some time ago and went into another room, making no noise as it did. "Are you okay?" she asked politely, genuine concern spread across her face.

Sylar nodded his head like Ashe did, just not as 'excitedly' as she did. With one hand, he grabbed onto her hand and brought it up to his face, kissing the back of it gently. Mean while, the other hand placed itself upon Ashe's cheek as gently as Sylar never knew he could do. "You keep… changing," Sylar said as he looked at Ashe, noticing how her face changed into different expressions rapidly.

"What do you mean?" Ashe asked shyly.

"Your powers… your abilities… you keep getting… more?"

Bob Bishop sat in his office, back facing the door. The only light in the room was coming from the small lamp on his desk, darkness coating everything else that was out of its reach. However, an ominous presence could obviously be felt within the room.

"Hm, things are getting a bit complicated," an unknown voice spoke with a calm, cool tone. As if nothing could faze him. "Don't you think so, my little puppet?"

"Yes sir," Bob Bishop said almost as if on cue.

The unknown voice chuckled lightly; his laugh sounded like it was mixed with something so evil that anyone who heard it would have shivered. "Oh puppet, what should I do? With Lucas meddling in everything, all my plans are coming undone,"

Bob didn't reply, his vacant eyes staring into space.

"Oh, that's right; you're under my mind control so you just say whatever I want you to say," the stranger sighed dejectedly. "Well, the good thing is that they've come together and so, all I need to do is have them to shake my hand…"

The stranger stepped out from his darkened hiding spot, basking himself in the little light that was in the room. His all black suit matched perfectly with his short, jet-black hair and dark eyes. He fixed the gold plated watch around his wrist before fidgeting with a few items on Bob's desk. A lonely lock of the stranger's hair on his left side reached about his shoulder blades sat over his shoulder before falling toward his neck.

"Think of it puppet," he started, his eyes starting to stare off into the distance, "One day I, Thomas Kingston, will create a better world; a better world of evolved humans," A dreamy smile appeared on his face as he began to image his world made up of evolved humans who were kings and queens. He imagined a world under his, and only his, rule with a selected few being his officers – under mind control of course. "But first I need to show those… average humans just how powerful we are,"

Thomas frowned when a thought came to him and he put the pen he had been fidgeting with back down on the table. "Sad that I can control as many people as I want, but need to have physical contact with them first and then must activate the power by keeping an eye on them when I'm far away,"

"Yes sir," Bob said, his voice monotone and sounding almost like a robot.

"I wasn't talking to you," Thomas turned away from Bob and stared into the darkness. "I know you're watching Lucas," Thomas said to the nothingness around him, "Your daughter's mine,"

Lucas snapped himself out from his daze, sweat rolling down the sides of his face. He released the breath he had been unconsciously holding before sighing. "He found me…"

He looked up just in time to see a woman come towards him. He closed his eyes when the woman pushed the hair covering his eyes away and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Kael…"

The woman he just called Kael smiled warmly at him as she fixed his hair. "Maybe you should let me go after him? My poison could end this all,"

"No; your poison takes exactly 30 seconds to start to take effect, by then he could have gained control over you and make you remove the poison," Lucas turned away from Kael, turning over on his side on the bed. "It's too dangerous,"

End Chapter

In The Next Chapter:

"Hey Lightning Rod, surprised to see daddy's little girl rebelling against him,"

"Stop calling me that Toxic Waste," Elle stuck out her tongue at Elliot, secretly smiling in triumph when Elliot responded with a shocked expression at her new nickname for him. "And I'm agreeing with you because something is really weird about him; it's like… it's like it's not him,"

Toxic Waste; give me some dignity woman," Elliot began to walk toward Elle in slow, evenly spaced steps, "We may not run into each other that often, but I thought we had something going on," Elliot gently grabbed onto Elle's chin and made her look up at him. He started to lean in slowly, watching how Elle's eyes were drifting closed.

Jae Khameron: Sorry that I don't have a preview for the next chapter, 'cause I got lazy.. Hehe. Anyway, stay tuned! And sorry if this chapter seems a bit short. Sorry! D: