Peter Petrelli

San Ribero

Peter and Nathan stood side by side in Alphonse's Grand Chamber. He never thought he'd be with his brother again, but now there was no time for celebration. They had to do this for Monty and the others.

Before them stood an open portal to not just another world, but another universe, with creatures the likes of which they had never seen. Nathan had two pistols tucked into his jacket, held in place by a pair of holsters. All Peter had was Hiro's sword. He trusted it, though; it felt good in his hand, even after he killed Legion with it.

Pete sighed, and made to step through the wound between the universes, but Nathan grabbed his hand and held him there. "Together, Pete," he said. "We do this together."

"Alright, Nathan," Peter said, feeling the waves of emotion coming off his brother. It was enough in itself to make someone explode.

"When all this is said and done," Nathan said, "you and I have something to finish."

Peter looked at him confused. "What's that?"

"I'm going to prove to you that I'm the faster flyer." Nathan grinned, dragging his brother through the portal.

Claire Bennet

San Ribero

"So, these are the rest of the paintings Pete did?" Gavin asked.

Claire nodded, as if it weren't obvious enough. "Yeah, and I'd like to know what we're going to tell him about them before he gets back. Like homework."

"I never liked homework," Gavin said, but looking at the paintings anyway. They moved quickly through the first two; Monty in the other world, under attack, and Nathan flying with Heidi over San Ribero.

The third, however, was slightly bizarre. Hiro holding a small baby wrapped in pink cloth. At least, Claire thought it was Hiro. He didn't have his sword, so could be just about anyone. In all the paintings, he was recognizable by his sword.

The fourth was one that she couldn't even begin to guess at; one man talking with another. The first man was tall, blonde, and pretty. The other guy was far from pretty. He was an average sized man with crimson hair and eagle eyes.

The fifth was a fight between two men that looked a lot like Sylar, or Gabriel as he was now going by. In the background, she made out a number of shapes that looked like people hidden in the shadows. That in itself seemed off to Gavin. "It's noon, how are there shadows?"

"How do you know its noon?" Claire asked.

"The sun is at the top of the painting," Gavin said. "If it was any other time, it would be just off to either direction."

"Maybe its north to south?" Claire offered. Gavin shook his head, but didn't offer any other reasoning.

He studied the painting for a minute or two more, than leaned back, blinking his eyes. "It seems we'll find out ourselves what time it is when this happens."

Claire shot a look of disbelief at him. "Why do you say that?"

Gavin shrugged. "If it's noon, like I say it is, then I'll have to be here. How else are they going to hide in so much shadow? Plus, take a look at the buildings. That is clearly San Ribero. I mean, look around Claire! You should be able to recognize the building your in!"

Claire gave the painting of the fight another look, and yes, it was happening in front of the building they were now in. She also something that chilled her to the bone. A shape in the background, prone, in a pool of red, with blonde hair and in a cheerleader's outfit. She shuddered at the memory of the original painting of her death's.

Gavin saw it, and put an arm around her. "Don't let it get to you. You're not a cheerleader anymore."

"But that's how I was identified in all the paintings, Gavin. I can I not let it get to me! My death has been predicted again, and this time, Peter won't be here to stop it." She let the room in tears, not bothering to look at the rest of the paintings.

Hiro Nakamura

Bowlegs, OK

The small trailer looked empty, but Hiro knew better. He was here only about a week ago, saving a young baby's life as she came into the world. He was invited back to see her as soon as he could. Here he was.

He knocked on the door of the trailer, and young Bethany Rhodes answered. She let Hiro into the nursery, rather the living room that had been made up as a nursery.

Looking down into the crib, Hiro sighed. Bethany was only sixteen, and her boyfriend was off in Iraq, fighting. There was little chance for this girl to survive on her own.

The baby smiled up at Hiro. "Would you like to hold her?" Bethany asked.

"No, I just wanted to see how she was doing," Hiro said, hands up and backing away.

"Come on, Hiro!" Bethany urged. "She deserves a chance to be held by the man who saved her life." She lifted the baby girl out of the crib and forced her on Hiro. "See, nothing to it, just keep her head supported. That's it."

Hiro, awkwardly, looked down into the baby's closed eyes. She didn't cry; that was something. "What's her name?"

"Lacuna," Bethany said. "I would have named her after you, were she a boy, and I didn't like the sound of Hira, or other female ways of saying your name, nor did I know any girl's names connected to you, so I named her Lacuna." She snapped her mouth shut, thinking she was babbling. "Will she be special, like you?" she asked timidly.

Hiro shrugged. "We are all special, but whether she is like me or not, I can't say." Little Lacuna opened her eyes and looked up at Hiro. He feel in love instantly. She was just so tiny and small and cute and cuddly.

She smiled at him, or so he thought. A moment later, an awful stench filled the small trailer. Bethany, blushing, took Lacuna and told Hiro to wait outside while she changed Lacuna's diaper. Hiro happily obliged.

Waiting for Bethany to let her back in, Hiro's phone rang. It was Ando. "What is it?" Hiro asked, worried about what he would have to do now, leaving Bethany alone without knowing why.

"It's the notebook, Hiro," Ando said, worried himself. "It's empty. When I told you about the guy in Warsaw, there was a lot more to do. Now, it's just empty. Did we save the world?"

Hiro smiled big. "I guess so," he said, and then he hung up. Lacuna would live in peace now, thanks what he did. He turned and saw Bethany holding Lacuna. Once again, she pushed Lacuna into Hiro's arms. This time, he welcomed the baby girl.

Sylar

Seattle, Washington

Sylar wiped his mouth, looking over the body of another mutant. This one tasted extraordinary! He stood, wondering where he'd seen the man before. Then it hit him. That time in the woman's apartment, he was there first. The tattoo's of W's on his forearms gave him away.

He grinned, sticking one hand out and ripping a hole to the place where Claire Bennet was; San Ribero.

(A/N - it may be a day or two before the next update comes. It's an arc finale, and I want it to be huge, with at least two deaths coming. If I could tell you who was going to die, I would, but I want the anticipation to build. As it is, it's killing me to keep quiet. So, I just thought I'd let you know about the delay and apologize in advance about it

With Love, Traumedy101)