Author Shenanigans: Okay, I'm so so so sorry I haven't been around for a LONG time. I've been at college, and I've started a new job, so stuff has been so hectic at the moment. BUT ANYWAY. There'll be one more chapter after this. I'm considering writing another sequel, which'd be based on the fifth volume of Heroes. I'm not too sure yet. If there's a big enough demand for it, I'll start on it. But yep. This chapter is a little cheesy, so excuse that. And it may be a little jumbled - I've checked over it a few times, but there's a lot going on in this chapter. ANYWAY, love, peace, etc, and enjoy! I genuinely enjoyed writing this chapter.


Someone was talking. Alaska tried to ignore the voice. Her head was swimming, and she felt exhausted.

"Wake up. Damnit, Alaska, wake UP."

Alaska opened her eyes, which felt like sandpaper. It took her a few seconds of blinking and trying to wake herself up to realize where she was, and what had happened. She was with Sylar. She'd been drugged. She was in Washington DC. Micah, Nicholas, and West were gone. She was virtually alone. And, somehow, she had to try and fix what was going on, before it was too late.

Sylar was standing in front of her. Alaska was sitting on a sofa, and her posture was still slightly slumped. Her head was swimming. She looked up at Sylar - his image was going in and out of focus, and Alaska had to shut her eyes and wait for the fogginess to pass.

"Finally," Sylar muttered. "I have no idea what Danko did to whatever he'd given you. I took the sedative out the minute we arrived. You've only just woken up."

Alaska rubbed her eyes. She was starting to wake up more now. "How long have we been here?" she asked.

"Nearly three hours."

Seven hours. She must have been out around seven hours. That explained why her joints ached like crazy. There was something missing, though. No, someone missing. Alaska thought for a few moments.

"Where's Danko?" she asked.

Sylar smirked. "Not here. You should stop asking so many questions."

Alaska narrowed her eyes, but didn't say anything. Sylar sat down next to Alaska on the sofa, putting an arm around her shoulder, the way a friend might do. Except, when Sylar did it, Alaska had to fight not to cringe away or shove him off. "So, little Alaska, here's the plan. I can guarantee that sooner or later, Claire will turn up looking for Nathan. Who happens to be in the bathroom, by the way." Alaska turned to look at him, giving him a questioning look. "He's not awake," Sylar added.

"Don't kill him," Alaska blurted out.

Sylar was silent for a second. "You want the man who's been trying to have people capture you, and put you away, to be alive? Alaska, he could have potentially kept you locked up for life."

"But he never caught me," Alaska chipped in, a small amount of pride in her voice. Although she knew that Micah was the only one that could have warned her about the agents coming. They would have almost definitely been caught otherwise.

"I seem to remember Danko talking about you being caught and then getting away?"

"But I got away," Alaska argued.

"Not without those kids helping you, though," Sylar retorted. His expression changed. "You were trying to save daddy Petrelli, right?" He was taunting her. He was trying to provoke her, and it was working. Alaska was biting down on her lip, trying not to let anything he said get to her. "Even though he would never do the same for you. He'll never be the dad you want him to be. He's too busy with his other family. His real family, really."

"I am his real family," Alaska murmured.

"You've only been in his life a couple of months. And I'll bet you'll only be in his life for a couple of months more. He'll forget about you. He never really cared about you."

Alaska shoved Sylar away from her, springing to her feet.

"Screw you, you don't know anything about it!" she screamed. Her mind was still too foggy for any ability to fully manifest, but Sylar could see that if she kept up this for a few minutes more, he'd be fried. Yeah, he could heal, but still, being electrocuted was rather unpleasant.

"I know enough. I don't understand why you're so attached. You've only known him a little while. You'll be lucky if he's still in your life by the end of the year."

Alaska was furious. Why? Because most of what he was saying was true. Sylar looked down at this tiny, dark-haired girl. She was furious, he could see that. But underneath the anger, the tough bravado she kept up, there was a layer of defeat. It wasn't difficult to see.

"One day, someone's going to kill you. And I hope to damn God I'm there to see it," Alaska spat.

"That won't happen. I can't die. And neither can you. So I'll always be there to remind you about that."

"We'll see," Alaska muttered.

Sylar raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. Instead, his face started rippling, and his entire body jerked. His face started twisting and changing, and, in a few seconds, he looked exactly like Nathan. And sounded exactly like him. He could actually get away with this, Alaska realized, any bit of hope she was still clinging to disappearing. A couple of seconds later, Nathan's assistant entered. "There's a girl downstairs, Senator. She claims she's your daughter?"

Alaska's heart dropped. Claire. No, she could not be here. No way. Alaska had to fight to keep the panic from her face.

"Send her up," Nathan/Sylar told the assistant. A second later, she'd disappeared.

Sylar looked at Alaska. "You know, I don't think I'll need you anymore."

"Leave Claire alone," Alaska automatically said.

"I will. Mostly. It's just, she's a better hostage. People do care about her more, after all."

Alaska kept her face emotionless. He'd already struck her numerous times that day, and Alaska knew that he was only insulting her in an attempt to provoke her. She had to stop showing that he was hurting her. "You mean, I made that deal for nothing?" she said, struggling to keep the anger out of her voice.

"Not for nothing. Loverboy and the others are still alive, aren't they?" he said, his stupid smirk returning. "And yes, it is that obvious how much you like that boy. God knows why you won't just tell him. But, whatever." Sylar rooted around for something, Alaska knew what he was going to do. He was going to drug her. And just leave her. So, whatever happened next, she'd have no control over. She just needed to get out of there. Get Claire away. She ran for the door, but before she even touched the handle, she felt her body slam into it painfully. She was flipped onto her back, and she was suspended there, just about at Sylar's eye level.

"I don't know why you try," Sylar said, with what looked like a syringe in his hand. He glanced from Alaska to the syringe. "You're not afraid of injections, are you?" he asked, before shoving the needle into Alaska's arm. She winced, feeling the liquid inside the syringe flow into her arm, and then into her bloodstream. "You'll get over it. Have a nice sleep."


Alaska's cheek was against the bathroom floor. Nathan/Sylar was kneeling against her, trying to shake her awake. Alaska immediately shoved him away, pushing herself back and trying to get to her feet. The injection made her clumsy, and the adrenaline suddenly going through her was making her panic.

"Sssh, no, Alaska, it's fine, it's fine, it's us."

Alaska looked. There was someone else in the room. It was Peter. She did a double take when she saw him. He looked wary, as if he was afraid Alaska might explode.

"I'm fine," Alaska snapped, seeing his face. "Where's Sylar?" sheasked. There and then, she just had to do the bigger thing. All three of them were on the same team. Whether they liked each other or not could wait - they had to sort this entire Sylar-Nathan mess out.

Peter grimaced. "With Claire. At the Stanton Hotel."

"I'll get Claire out of there," Alaska offered.

"No, you're not going on your own. We're coming, and we're taking Sylar down." Alaska bit her tongue, not saying what she was thinking - Sylar couldn't die. But Peter looked so determined, it was almost like she knew that he had something up his sleeve. Something that would take him down permanently.

"The Stanton hotel is a couple of streets away, we need to leave," Nathan said. He sounded weak. It took Alaska a moment to remember that he'd been unconscious in the bathroom whilst she was with Sylar. Alaska stood up, and the three left Nathan's office. They ran the entire way to the Stanton Hotel, arriving breathless in the lobby, and Nathan walked over to a group of men, who looked like security, or something similar. Nathan walked over to them.

"Peter, how are we going to do this?" Alaska whispered. "Sylar's more powerful than any of us."

Peter shook his head. "That's not true."

"But... you can't have more than one ability any more, and Nathan only flies," she argued.

"But you do have more than one ability," Peter said, looking a little triumphant.

"I can barely control them."

"I know you can control them. You just have to focus. Throw everything you have at him."

"I can't fight him. He can take me down within a couple of seconds." Alaska thought back to just before she'd blacked out. She hadn't even gotten to the door when he'd taken control over her. Peter looked over to Nathan briefly, before taking Alaska to a quieter part of the lobby. He opened his mouth to speak, but Alaska cut him off. "If you're going to try and give one of those fatherly pep-talks, I'd rather not hear it. I still don't trust you, Peter."

Peter looked down for a moment. "I was going to. But listen, Alaska. Things haven't been great over the last few weeks. Over the last few days, especially. I thought about what you said. I want to try and make things up to you."

"Peter, Alaska!" Nathan called. He was talking to the man Alaska had recognized.

"This isn't the time," Alaska muttered, before rejoining Nathan.

"Is there a problem?" Nathan was asking the man.

"Apparently, you're already inside."

Peter and Alaska exchanged a look. The man led them just inside the security barriers.

"Mr Samuels will be down in a minute, he can sort this," the security man said. He left them. Nathan, Peter, and Alaska were left alone temporarily.

"What if we can't get up there?" Alaska asked.

"We will, just let me talk," Nathan said. He had an aura of confidence about him that Alaska had no choice but to admire. He was always calm, always collected. A couple of seconds later, another security man joined them.

"If you're here, who the hell's up in that suite?!" he asked, leading them away from the lobby. "You can either let me know now, or after we take him down."

"If you send your men up there, they will die," Peter warned.

"He's right," Nathan agreed. "His name is Sylar and he's extremely dangerous."

"Is he one of them?" the man asked. His name was Liam Samuels, and he was the White House Chief of Staff. It took Alaska a moment to realize that by 'one of them', he was referring to people with abilities.

"He's one of them." Nathan's voice trailed off. He glanced at Alaska, his eyes sparkling, and then looked at Peter. "He's one of us," he corrected himself. Alaska stood, stunned, as Nathan revealed himself to the security men, by letting himself float a few feet into the air. For the first time in a long time, Alaska felt herself grinning. The other security men aimed their guns at Nathan, and for a second, Alaska was alarmed. But Liam stopped them.

"Liam, there's a man in that suite upstairs who needs to be stopped," Nathan said.

"And how do you suggest we do that?" he asked incredulously.

Alaska chipped in. "You don't."

"We do," Peter finished. Liam looked to Peter. And then, doubtfully, at Alaska. He was wondering how a small, teenage girl could possibly stop this so called extremely dangerous man. As if she'd read his thoughts (which she hadn't, actually), Alaska held out her hands, palms facing upwards. She focused on her left hand, thinking of electricity. Within the second, a ball of blue electricity was resting on her hand. She kept that going, and, with great effort, focused on her right hand, willing it to heat up, and for a ball of flame to appear. Although it was considerably smaller than the ball of electricity, a few flames flickered, and Alaska felt something inside her - determination. They could do this. They had a chance. Alaska looked at the men's faces. The security men looked shocked, and a couple of them now had their guns trained on Alaska. She glanced at Peter and Nathan. Nathan looked the same as always, but there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Peter's face gave Alaska that extra spurt - he looked proud.

She closed her hands into fists, and the electricity and fire disappeared. "He can only be stopped by people like us. You need to let us up there," Peter pressed.

"Just... give us a five minute head start. That's all I'm asking," Nathan pleaded.

Liam looked wary. But, a few seconds later, he nodded, showing the three of them to the elevator. Less than a minute later, they were on the top floor, being shown to the suite by another agent. The three of them walked - Alaska in the front, Nathan and Peter following behind.

"Alaska, you get in there first. Throw everything you have at him, fire, electricity, whatever else you can bring up. We need him as weak as possible. Nathan, you take him high, I'll take him low."

Nathan suddenly paused.

"I love you, Peter. And I love you, Alaska."

"You have a funny way of showing it," Alaska said, but there was a small smile on her face. Nathan grinned back at her.

Peter looked down at Alaska. "If anything happens, you need to know I love you, okay?"

Alaska bit her lip. She wanted to accept it, she really did. "Okay," she finally said. Peter pulled the two of them into a tight embrace. "We'll be fine," Alaska kept repeating, as if the more times she said it, the more likely it would be true.

"We will be," Peter agreed, although he sounded slightly doubtful. They turned down another corridor, and stopped outside a large, wooden door. "Are you ready?" Peter asked the two of them. Neither of them had a chance to answer, however, as a second later, the door opened, and Claire flew out, crashing into the wall behind them, before sinking to the floor.

"Go!" she shouted.

Peter squeezed Alaska's hand, and she ran in.

"I didn't expect to see you so soon, Alaska," Sylar smirked. His hands were blue; he was already manifesting electricity. He had an upper hand - Alaska wasn't even prepared. However, Alaska wouldn't let herself answer. She shut her eyes. She could feel her body struggling against the power she was trying to emit. Her entire body started to glow, and, within two seconds, she could electricity simply flowing from her, right into Sylar, along with her energy. She kept it up, forcing her body to keep going, throwing as much into him as she could, before her vision started blurring and the electricity stopped. She looked to Sylar, who was still standing, but looked visibly hurt. His skin had blackened, as if it had been badly burnt. Alaska felt some sort of sense of achievement, until she noticed the skin healing. Within a few seconds, it was like he'd never been burnt - his skin looked untouched. Alaska stared down at her hands. She could have kicked herself - she hadn't made him weaker, she'd just wasted her time and energy doing something that stopped affecting him after a few seconds.

But, she had given her side one advantage: Sylar was focusing on Alaska, he'd forgotten about Nathan and Peter. And that was the chance they needed to attack him. Just before they reached Sylar, Sylar narrowed his eyes at Alaska, and threw her against the wall. She crashed into a framed picture, the glass shattering, before falling to the ground. Peter had been thrown across to the other side of the room, where he was struggling to regain his composure. Nathan and Sylar were gone. Where the hell had they gone?

Alaska struggled to her feet, ignoring the pieces of glass clinging to her clothes and skin. She pulled Peter to his feet, and Claire ran in.

"Where's Sylar?" she asked. "Where's Nathan?"

"I don't know," Peter said.

"My dad and Angela should be here by now," Claire said, a hint of resentment in her voice.

"They're probably downstairs. Chances are the security aren't letting them up. You two go and find them, I'll try and find Nathan and Sylar."

"Are you sure?" Peter asked. Alaska nodded. She'd regained a bit of her energy. There and then, most of her body was running on adrenaline - she HAD to stop Sylar. She wouldn't be able to forgive herself otherwise. She had to stop him for what he'd done to her, Claire, Peter, and any other number of people.

"Go!" Alaska prompted. Claire and Peter left, and Alaska ran over to the open window. She didn't know whether to fly out, and attempt to look for the two, or just wait there. Whilst she was thinking about this, she didn't notice the two figures quickly shooting towards her until it was too late. They smashed into Alaska, and the three of them landed in a heap on the floor. Alaska shoved the two men from her, and pushed herself back until she was away, and jumped to her feet. Nathan looked like he was on the brink of giving up, and, Sylar? He looked as smug and powerful as ever. He lifted Nathan, using only his mind, and before Alaska could stop him, threw the man onto the piano in the middle of the room.

"Alaska, you should have known, you'd never win," he said. He was still focusing on Nathan, so the man couldn't intervene. "Face it. You don't even care about doing what's right, or helping Nathan."

"That's not true-"

"Shut up," Sylar cut her off. "You just want to make Papa Petrelli proud. You're too caught up in trying to make him want you as a daughter. Except you're not going to win. You can't stop me. You know that." Sylar held his hand up, and Alaska felt herself lifted into the air. "If I were you, I'd stop trying." He flicked his fingers, and Alaska, like Claire earlier, was thrown just outside the suite.

"You son of a bitch," Alaska spat from the floor.

Sylar shrugged, and turn his attention back to Nathan. He threw the man into a chair. Alaska started to get up, but Sylar slammed the door before she could come back in. She stood there, pulling on the handles and screaming. "Sylar!" she kept shouting. She kicked, screamed, punched the doors, and shouted until finally, the doors swung open. Sylar was gone. Nathan was sitting motionless on the chair he'd been thrown into. He was too still. Alaska could see blood starting to hit the carpet.

"Oh, my God, no," she whispered.

She heard footsteps behind her, and glanced back. Angela was there, with... oh God, what was his name? Peter had been with him when Alaska had run out of Building 26. Matt! That was it.

Matt was holding Angela back. Angela forced him to let go, and walked over to Nathan, before collapsing to her knees. She was crying and screaming. Alaska started biting her nails, trying to hold her own tears back. It couldn't end like this. It wasn't meant to end like this. Matt was now trying to pull Alaska from the room.

"You're just a kid," he was saying. "You can't see him like this."

Alaska tried resisting. "I can't leave," she kept repeating. Matt let go of her arm, and, a second later, a thought floated through her head. Leave the room. Go outside. Alaska looked dazed for a second. But, before she realized what was happening, she was standing outside the room. Alaska forgot about everything for a second, and stared at Matt.

"Did you just... control my mind?" she asked.

Matt didn't even look fazed. "Sorry," he said, although he didn't look sorry at all. She glanced past Matt. The door was shut. "Don't even try, Alaska. You're still a kid, you don't need to see that."

For once, Alaska didn't argue. He was right. She didn't want to see that. She didn't want the last image she ever had of Nathan to be of him dead. They looked up as footsteps approached. Peter had an unconscious Sylar draped over his shoulder. Alaska quickly ran over, putting Sylar's arm around her shoulder to ease some of the weight off Peter. As they approached, Matt took Sylar from the both of them. He nodded to Alaska, whispering: "You need to be the one that tells him what happened."

Matt disappeared into the room. Peter gave Alaska a sad, almost knowing look. Alaska shook her head. "I'm so sorry," she choked.

Peter dropped eye contact. He bit his lip, struggling to hold tears back. The door opened, but neither of them reacted until Angela's voice broke through their state of minds.

"Alaska, would you mind waiting downstairs? I need to speak with my son." The woman's face was streaked with tears, and she looked like she'd never smile again. But, nonetheless, Alaska nodded. She forced her feet to move towards the elevator. She glanced back at Peter and Angela.

"I'll come down in a few minutes, I promise," Peter said.

Alaska carried on walking. She felt numb. The entire day had just stripped her of any energy she had, and if anything, she wanted to cry. But she couldn't. She reached the elevator, and it carried her to the lobby in what felt like a couple of seconds. She stepped out, and the entire lobby was almost empty, except for one person near the receptionist's table. It had been bursting with people earlier. What else had changed in the last hour or two? Alaska couldn't sit. She was too fidgety, and her mind was racing. Didn't Peter say he'd be down in the lobby by now? She was just about to leave, when she looked up, and saw someone standing just a few metres from her. Nicholas.


"Alaska."

Before Alaska had a chance to react, she was trapped against him, Nicholas' arms around her in a hug so tight, it was like he had no intention of ever letting go. He looked down at her, pushing hair away from her face, which was covered in dust, and small specks of blood.

"Oh my God, Alaska, what happened?"

"Did Micah find you?" Alaska asked. "Where is everyone?"

"They're fine. They're just up the road. I volunteered to come here and get you."

"How did you find me?"

"Micah did his computer... whatever the hell he does. He managed to work out where you'd be. Alaska. What happened? Micah said Sylar and Danko had taken you."

"We tried stopping him, we really did."

Nicholas cut her off. "Who's we?"

"Me, Peter and Nathan."

"You forgave him?" he asked, looking incredulous.

"No. Not yet. I still need to work out what I think about him."

"He's your dad, Alaska, and he basically disowned you."

"I still don't know what to think. I just need time to work out what's going on."

Nicholas dropped the hard look, and instead relaxed.

"I'm just happy you're okay," he whispered. Before Alaska had a chance to respond, Nicholas had placed a hand on either side of her cheek, and tilted her head up. Nicholas was looking at her like she was a block of solid gold, like there was nothing more valuable in the world. Alaska squirmed slightly, and looked down.

"What?" Nicholas asked, although he sounded amused.

"I don't know-" before she finished her answer, Nicholas had closed the small distance between their lips. Their kiss was as gentle as a feather being brushed over her lips, but Alaska liked it. Nicholas pulled away slightly, so that their noses were almost touching.

"I love you, Alaska," Nicholas said softly.

Alaska smiled. "I love you too," she promised. And, just for those moments, the hotel lobby, the security men, everything that had happened that day, they all just vanished. It was just her, and Nicholas, having their first normal moment together in a long time. And that moment felt like it could last forever.

Except it couldn't, could it? Alaska still had one thing left to sort out - Peter.