Allright, so this is my second try at this chapter, and I have to say, I really like it.

I wasn't happy with my first try, and neither were some other people. It was too short, and insignificant. This chapter, however, is pretty long and it is VERY, VERY, VERY important to the overall plot.

Hopefully you like it.

This combines the most stories into one chapter, ever.

The title "THE FUTURE TAKES SHAPE" isn't the best title for this chapter, but it's basically what this chapter's about.

NOT JUST JOHN'S FUTURE!!! Hopefully that sparks your interest to read more. So… read on, and I'll talk more, after.

The Future Takes Shape

John was sitting comfortably in his seat, on the plane. He wasn't afraid of flying, and the flight had been relatively smooth, so far. Not to mention, the plane was unusually empty. John had the entire row all to himself.

John looked at his watch, which showed that the time was 12:06 A.M.

Suddenly, John remembered that he had to switch it to England time. He turned the dial on the side, so that it was five hours later.

There was still about five hours of the flight left, so when John reached, it would be around the late morning.

John looked up, examining the plane. The seats around him were dotted with people, but mostly empty.

He rested his head on the wall, again, deciding that he should probably get some sleep. He closed his eyes.

Before he drifted off to sleep, he replayed the events that had taken place at the airport, before he boarded his flight….

Tony Stark walked up, behind Nathan, "Hey, John, you ready?"

"Yeah, I already checked that I have everything, and I have all my money."

Arthur and Angela walked up behind him, "Good," said Arthur.

Angela spoke, next, "Now, are you going to write?"

John's eyes widened. "You want me to send you an owl?"

"If it means that we get to hear from you, then of course."

"Well, okay, I'll write every week."

Arthur winced, and Angela's face twitched as she tried to stop herself from doing the same. They didn't exactly like the idea of having an owl at their window, every week, but, nevertheless, they nodded.

Nathan, suddenly grabbed John's arm, saying, "Can I talk to you for a second."

John followed Nathan to a distance out of earshot, "Yeah?"

Nathan said simply, "Leonard Moore is dead."

"… Who's Leonard Moore?" asked John.

"He was the guy who was working with me on the Linderman case. He died, he had an," Nathan brought up his fingers to mimic quotation marks, "'accident'."

John's mouth dropped. "You think that… Linderman was behind it?"

Nathan nodded. "Yeah, and I think he's going after the rest of my team."

"What about you?"

"Well, there's no doubt that I'm a target. He's jumping through hoops to keep this from getting out." To John's shock, Nathan began to smile slightly, "That means that he's afraid of something, which means that I'm getting close to something big. I've almost caught him!"

"Nathan, someone just died! Not only was he probably murdered, but you might be next!"

Nathan's smile disappeared, "I know, I know. After Leonard's death…," he was at a loss for words, and all he could do was shake his head, a look of anger appearing on his face. "…He'll pay for that …" was all he could say.

Just then, a voice over the airport's loudspeaker announced that the flight John was taking was boarding.

From behind them, Angela called, "John!"

John nodded his head in acknowledgment. He looked back at Nathan and said, "Be careful."

Nathan had a look of, almost, sadness on his face, but then he grinned and said, "Don't worry about me. Go, get on your flight."

John grinned back, and walked back to Angela, Arthur and Tony, who handed him his bags.

Arthur was staring at Nathan, grimly, but he looked back at John," I'll see you soon, right."

John nervously looked back at Arthur, whom he couldn't look directly in the eye, ever since he found out that Arthur was probably working with the mob. Nevertheless, he joked, "Don't get your hopes up."

Arthur held out his hand, to which John hesitantly reached back up and shook it. Then he turned to Angela, who kissed him on both cheeks and said, "Take care of yourself. We'll be here when you decide to visit."

"Thanks," John said, quietly.

Nathan returned to the group and said, "We'll see you soon, John."

John nodded, smiling. Last, he turned to Tony.

"Well, John, I guess this is goodbye, for now. Maybe I'll come visit you at your school, someday."

"Um… yeah, maybe."

"Have a good trip." Tony clapped him on the back, and continued, "You'd better get going."

"Yeah, well… bye, I guess." John began to walk towards the gate, looking over his shoulders at the group of waving people behind him.

He entered the gate, found his seat, sat down, and waited.

John woke with a start as the captain came over the loudspeaker, "We'll be making our final descent into London, shortly. Please fasten your seatbelts, place your tray tables in their upright position, and thank you for flying with us."

John straightened himself up, sluggishly. He scratched his head, and look out the window, yawning. The sun was shining, now, and John could see land, now.

Suddenly, he remembered that this was it. The moment where he would be starting his new life. A wave of anticipation and excitement flooded over him.

As the plane began to descend, John mumbled, "Here we go." While he waited for the plane to land, the only thing on his mind was what was going to happen, within the next couple of hours.

He had no idea, that across the world, things were being set in motion that would affect the future, in unforeseen ways….

2 days ago, Gotham City, USA

"How long will you be staying this time, sir?"

"Actually, Alfred, I think I'm staying for good. But there are a lot of things I need to do. "

Alfred sighed as he took his master's bags up the grand staircase in the Wayne Mansion. "Do you ever take a day for yourself, Master Bruce?"

Bruce laughed, "Why? Are you missing me already?"

Alfred laughed, as well, "I'm just worrying about your health, Master Bruce."

"Well, thanks Alfred, but my work here is very important."

"May I ask exactly what it is you are planning, that's so important?"

Bruce didn't say anything, and Alfred understood. "Oh, I see…. You're still going through with it, then?"

Bruce nodded. "It'll take some time, but yes, I'm still going through with it."

"I see. Well, what will you do, once you have everything prepared?"

Bruce thought for several seconds and then said, "I'll do what I have to."

Alfred was silent as he pondered all of the things that this statement entailed. Finally he smiled and said, "Very profound, sir."

Bruce smiled, slightly, also.

The two made their way up the stairs to a door that was all too familiar to both of them. "Here's your room, I've kept it just how you left it." He opened the door.

Bruce frowned, noticing that his room had changed. "You did?"

"Well, I may have tidied it up a little bit… or a lot."

Bruce laughed, "It's good to be back, Alfred."

"It's good to have you back, sir. I'll go down and prepare dinner."

Bruce nodded and shut the door behind his butler. He sighed and sat down on the old bed. He thought about what it was he had to do.

Bruce Wayne's parents had been murdered right in front his eyes, by a mugger, who shot both of them in cold blood, and left eight year old, Bruce staring at his parent's life-less bodies.

Over the years, Bruce resolved that something had to be done, otherwise more and more criminals would get away with robbery and murder.

Bruce looked out the window at the full moon. Just then, a bat flew past the window.

3 weeks ago, Chennai, India

Chandra Suresh was sitting at his desk, in his office. Several flies were buzzing in the room, and sound of their droning, along with the slow hum of the ceiling fan, and the heat of the afternoon was enough to make anyone fall asleep.

However, Chandra was far from asleep. Not even the least bit drowsy. His eyes wide open, as he was flipping through a large packet of papers.

Chandra was a geneticist, and a professor at Chennai University. For a long time, he had been investigating what could possibly one of the biggest scientific discovery of all time, and for several years, he had donated all his time to the writing of a book that was based on his findings and research, which was what the large packet of papers, was.

On the front cover, in large bold letters was the title:

ACTIVATING EVOLUTION

This book was his life's work and ambition. Everything that he had studied, that he had theorized, everything that he had hoped for was based on this book.

He knew that most people would think it crazy, that most people would just glance at the book, regarding it as simple science fiction. But he believed that everything he predicted had to be true. It just had to be. Everything pointed to the same conclusions.

The book detailed Chandra's theory of what the next evolutionary step for humanity was, based on Darwin's beliefs of evolution.

For humans, the next step of evolution was mutation. Not mutation in the sense of horrid, physical deformities. No, mutation in a way, not ever thought of.

Levitation, teleportation, tissue regeneration… so many possibilities. If anything, these mutations could also be described as super powers.

Chandra laughed, slightly at this thought, as he continued flipping through the papers of his book.

While his hopes for this book were great, he did not believe that people would utilize their abilities to become superheroes, or, if they chose to be, villains.

Chandra frowned, as he thought that if the wrong kinds of people were capable of such things, and they read his book, they'd be able to do, almost, whatever they wanted. He had worried about this for a long time, ever since he began writing the book.

He had decided that whether or not his book was published, he was going to have to do something else about this possibility. That's why he decided he was going to look for these people with special abilities, so that he could meet them face to face.

Present Day, Metropolis, USA

As he drove through the streets of Metropolis, he adjusted his glasses to get a better look at the towering buildings around him.

Metropolis was like a smaller New York, or at least that's one some said. That's not the way he saw it. He saw Metropolis as its own city, perfect in almost every way. New York was the "Big Apple" of America, and Metropolis was the "Big Apricot."

Lately, however, the city had been changing, and not for the better. It was hard for the increasing crime to go unnoticed, and lately, the people who had the power to stop this, were getting lazier and lazier, completely ignoring this sudden transformation.

Even the media was taking notice. The number one story was always about a recent crime that had taken place around the city, and how it was a sign that things were only going to get worse, if nothing was done to stop it.

Speaking of the media, he finally reached his destination. Parking in front of the large building that was head quarters for the Daily Planet, he got out of the car, and walked into the building.

He walked up to the reception desk to talk to the receptionist. She however did not look up at him. And for a while, he just stood there, awkwardly, until finally, he coughed.

The receptionist eyes slowly moved up to him, and in a nasally voice, she asked, "Can I help you?"

He stated politely, "Um, yes, I'm here to see Perry White. I'm here applying for a job, and I believe that I am —," but she interrupted him.

"Name?"

"Oh… um, — Clark Kent."

She looked down a piece of paper muttering, "Kent…Kent…Kent…Kent — here: Clark Kent. You're late,"she said, condescendingly, and looked back at him, with one eyebrow raised.

"Yes, well, you see, I'm really very sorry about that, but I —," she interrupted him again.

"Go in the elevator to the top floor. Perry White's office is at the back of room, you can't miss it." She looked Clark up and down again, from his combed hair, down to his large glasses, his quirky smile, to his cheap suit. She muttered, "Well maybe you will."

Clark ignored her and said, "Thank you." He briskly walked towards the elevator, and got in. He pushed the button for the top floor, and smiled at the other occupants of the elevator, who just stared at him strange, and went back to their phone calls.

Finally, he reached the top floor, and got out. He walked into a large room that seemed to stretch across the entire floor. People were walking as fast as they could all over the place, and some were running, papers were flying between hands, phones were constantly beeping off the hook, and everyone seemed as busy as possible.

Darting out of people's ways as they raced past him, Clark made his way to the back of the room, to a small office, which had a glass door, on the front was painted in bold, black letters:

PERRY WHITE

Managing Editor

As he walked into the room, he heard the remnants of the heated conversation taking place between two people. One was a tall, middle aged man, with a red face, and a cigar in his hand. The woman, who he was shouting at, was young, short, dark hair, and she was scowling at the man, whom Clark guessed could only be Perry White.

"Yeah, yeah, Perry, but I still don't get how this is news! I mean, so there's a few more robberies than normal — big deal! What's the story?" said the woman.

Perry's eyes widened. "The story?! How many times do I have to tell you? There's only one story, Lane." He gestured to the window next to him, at the cityscape. "Metropolis! She's the story."

The woman sighed. "Whatever you say, chief," and with that, she walked out of the door, not even taking notice of Clark.

Perry called after her, "Don't call me chief!" but it was too late. She had already gone. Perry finally saw Clark standing there, "Who the hell are you?"

"Err, Clark, sir. Clark Kent, I'm the —,"

"Kent, right — you're the new guy. Well, maybe you could go help out Lois, the one who just left. Make sure she writes the story I asked her to."

"Sure thing, Mr. White, what exactly is the story?"

Perry looked at Clark as if he was the strangest thing he had ever seen. "What's the matter with you, don't you listen to the news?" Before Clark could respond, Perry continued, "Crime rates have soared, and not just in Metropolis. New York's not doing so well and neither is LA. Gotham's been hit pretty bad, too, but lucky for them, they got that mental place to keep creeps in, — Arkham, or something like that."

"…It's happening all over the country?" Clark didn't know about that. Suddenly, everything seemed ten times worse.

"Oh yeah, scientists say that within the next 20 years, the country might be in a state of anarchy."

"…I — I had no idea things were so bad."

"Cheer up, kid. It's probably just all a hoax, just to make people panic. You know how the media is. Hell, you are the media!" he laughed.

Clark didn't share Perry's amusement. He just stood there, until Perry finished laughing, and then left when Perry shouted, "What are you doing still standing here?! Get to work?!"

He walked over to where the woman called Lois was sitting. He was still thinking about the crime rate increase when he reached her desk. He didn't realize that he had been absentmindedly staring at her, until she asked, "Can I help you?"

He broke out of his concentration, "What? Oh! Um, Mr. White asked me to make sure that you write the story, he asked you to."

"Oh, so now he's got his own spy just to make sure he can keep track of me!"

"Actually —," Clark tried to say.

"You know what's so pathetic? He doesn't trust me! I mean, yeah, I do think this is a stupid idea for a story, but I'll write it anyway, and he doesn't think I will!"

"You know, I can leave."

"I just — what? Oh, um, wait… I haven't seen you around, before, have I?"

Clark was slightly thrown off guard by Lois' sudden change of mood, but he still said, "Err, no. I'm new, here." He held out his hand, "Clark Kent."

Lois took his hand and shook it, asking, "Where are you from, Clark?"

"Smallville, it's about two hours away."

"Huh, Smallville…. Never heard of it," she said simply.

Suddenly her phone rang, and as she answered, a voice called from Perry's office, "Lane! Get in here, I need you!"

Lois looked behind her at Perry's office, then at Clark, "You'd better go, I'm busy."

Again, Perry called, "LANE!"

Lois smiled and said, "Hurry up, Smallville."

Clark was about to respond to her, when Perry called again, a lot louder this time. Clark hurried over to Perry's office, frowning at his new nickname, leaving a smirking Lois behind at her desk.

The Daily Planet was going to be an interesting place to work.

5 days ago, Latveria, Europe

"… And I'd just like to thank all the people of Latveria. They helped make this factory, up and running, and made me feel welcome upon my return to my homeland." The crowd applauded politely. "So, without further ado, Von Doom Industries is proud to declare that its new supporting factory in Latveria is now officially operational!"

The crowd burst into applause, much bigger and louder than the one before, and the band that was next to the stage, began to play an old Latverian song.

Victor Von Doom smiled and waved at the crowd he had just spoken to, and walked off the stage. He walked through the crowd to his colleague, Reed Richards.

"Great speech, Victor," said Reed, as Victor came up to him.

Victor didn't say anything, but he just nodded his head.

"You know, Victor, I heard that the Latverian royalty didn't approve this factory. How'd you get them to change their minds?"

"What can I say, Reed, I'm a very persuasive person." He turned to a man in a tuxedo holding a tray of drinks. "Is this champagne? Excellent," he turned back to Reed and continued, "But the statistics say everything. With production here, and our offices in the United States, the economy will improve for Latveria, immensely, not to mention, they'll find an ally in the US, through trade. Everybody wins."

Reed nodded his head, but he didn't look convinced. Nevertheless, he walked away saying, "See you later, Victor."

Victor turned to look at the Latverian King, who had made a personal appearance, to show his support for the new factory. Victor grimaced in disgust, when he saw him. He hated the Latverian King. He wasn't the ruler this country needed.

Latveria needed someone strong, someone smart, someone who can think of what's best for the country, not what's best for him.

Victor began to smile. That someone was him. His eyes shined, and he smiled wider at the thought of being the ruler of Latveria, like he had imagined, many times before.

But the gleam in his eye was not one of hope. If anything, it was greed.

All the things he would be able to do. He said to himself, "Victor Von Doom: King of Latveria…. Has a nice sound to it."

Victor shook himself out of his thoughts, as a group of reporters, both Latverian and American, ran up to him for an interview.

As he began answering questions, he thought, if he was to be king, he needed to give the people what they want.

2 weeks in the future, Los Angeles, USA

Inside Pescadero State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, the halls were dark and dirty. Walking through the building, one might wonder how anyone could be cured of insanity.

However, the only thing on Angela Petrelli's mind, as she walked through the halls, was what she expected to happen, when she finally came face to face with her.

"Right this way, Mrs. Petrelli," said a man dressed in a security officer's outfit.

Angela walked through, to a large room with benches all around. This is where they would be able to meet. The room was empty, except for the security present.

Angela sat down and waited, calmly. Finally, a door opened, and in she walked, escorted by two men in white.

She was tall, and had a mixture of blonde and brown hair. Her face was emotionless, and she didn't blink. She just stared straight at Angela.

She was escorted to the seat, where she slowly sat down, facing Angela, who was slightly smiling. They were both silent for a while.

Finally Angela said, "Hello Sarah."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Angela… Angela Petrelli…. I'm here about your son, John."

Immediately, Sarah's eyes widened, "What happened to John? Is he okay? Tell me NOW!"

"Sarah, calm down. John is fine." She gestured at the security guards who had started at Sarah's outbreak to relax. "You don't know who I am, but we are distantly related, and until recently, John was living with me and my family, in New York."

Sarah didn't say anything, instead, she remained silent and still, staring at the desk.

"He was invited to attend a very… special boarding school in England, and he accepted. He's in England, right now."

Sarah still stared at the table, but she spoke quietly, "He's okay?"

Angela reassured her, "He's fine. We've taken very good care of him, and he's alive and well. He's safe."

Sarah shook her head, her eyes closed, "He'll never be safe."

When she opened her eyes, they were looking straight at Angela, and they were glistening with tears. But her voice was strong and determined, "Does he know you're here?"

"…No, I just thought that you had the right to know."

Sarah nodded, blinking away her tears. She took a deep breath, and said, "Thank You, for telling me."

Angela nodded.

Sarah spoke again, "He never visited me…."

Angela hesitated, "I… I think its best that he waits until he's ready."

Sarah nodded her head, this time, and said, "Well, is that it?"

"For now, yes. That's all." Angela gestured towards the guards, who came and took Sarah by the arm, and escorted her back out. Sarah didn't say another word.

Neither did Angela. Not on the way out of the facility, not on the drive back, and not for the rest of the day.

There you go. Hopefully that was a good ending for this chapter. Back to Angela, and finally you got to see Sarah Connor.

I know that this is supposed to be about various things changing across the world, but I couldn't fit in too many things, otherwise it would've gotten too long.

Also, if the last part being 2 weeks in the future was a little confusing, I just did that so that all of the jumping around the world was in one consistent place, plus, I don't have to mention it later in the story.

So just know that that takes place, two weeks after John lands in England.

On an other note, I hope I wrote the characters well. I need to say that some lines I did get from the respective source.

For example, when Perry White says that "Metropolis is the story," that's an actual line from, either a comic, or something from television.

ALSO, on ANOTHER note, during the flashback with John and Nathan, "Leonard Moore," was a character I made up. Just so you know….

Anyway, tell me what you think, and I know that I still haven't fully added in Harry Potter to this story, but it'll happen very, VERY soon, if not, next chapter.

The only reason I wanted to add all of this other stuff, is so that when I start talking about Harry Potter, it's not JUST Harry Potter.

I have to constantly remind myself, when I'm brainstorming, that this story is not JOHN CONNOR MEETS HARRY POTTER. No, this story is COLLISIONS: ITS JOHN CONNOR MEETS HEROES, MEETS HARRY POTTER, MEETS BATMAN, MEETS SUPERMAN, MEETS IRON MAN, MEETS SPIDER MAN, MEETS FANTASTIC FOUR, MEETS THE JOKER, MEETS…etc

You get the idea, right?

Anyway, that's my rant of the day. Hoped you liked this chapter, please review, and, yeah….

P.S. Sorry about any grammar or spelling mistakes.