Nathan Petrelli

Over Seattle, Washington

He landed on the Hart Center at precisely one-thirty am. Mohinder was waiting for him there. "Dr. Suresh, how bad is it?" he asked.

Mohinder looked sick. "Seven dead, nearly twenty injured, and that's just the art Center incident. I hear there's been more attacks all over the Seattle area. We've made contact with your daughter, She's safe, with four others. She's says they were attacked by Legion. Peter made a call into us fifteen minutes ago, but the news teams were the first to arrive. An entire building collapsed nearby, and they found him with Sylar. He said for you to meet him back in New York. He said he's in trouble, and that you're to come alone to see him."

Nathan frowned. There was only one thing that could be troubling Peter so severely: the loss of his negation bracelet. "Peter can wait. What about things here?"

Mohinder nodded, and the two of them walked to the elevator to take them inside. "We've caught the killer known as Samael. As it turns out, he's not as pure as he thought he was. He manifested an ability that nearly shut us down. If it wasn't for Hiro Nakamura, we'd all be dead or well on our way.
"We've sent out a crew to pick up your daughter and the other survivors with her. They should be arriving soon.

"Agent Frost and Agent Tisdale are waiting to make their report to you or Mr. Bennet about their search for Samael.

"Agent Parkman is currently MIA with his new partner, chasing down leads on the Prometheus Group…"

"Wait," Nathan said, stepping out of the elevator. "He's the one on the Prometheus case?" Mohinder nodded. "What happened to Sylar? I thought he was assigned to that case?"

Dr. Suresh shrugged. "It seemed more important to bring down this group. Who knows what they're capable of? Besides, he was just working out a case file to give to an agent. It was on orders from Mr. Bennet."

Nathan walked away from Mohinder, entering one of the field offices. He had too many questions, and he felt like yelling, but Mohinder deserved better treatment than that. He sat on the bed of the office, put his face in hands and concentrated. Claire was supposed to stay with Peter. Parkman was supposed to be hunting Sylar. Peter and Nathan were supposed to be hunting Prometheus. Hiro was supposed to be hunting his father's killers. What the hell happened?

The door opened and a young male intern poked his head in. "Claire has arrived."

"Send her in here, please," Nathan said, not looking up.

A few seconds later, Claire herself came in and sat next to Nathan. There room filled with heavy silence. When he looked up, Claire's eyes were filled with tears. "What happened? Why weren't you with Peter?" he asked.

Claire looked away. Something had happened between them, and she didn't want to face up to it. Damn it! He had to know why their brilliant plan had fallen to pieces. If he'd have known that this was how it was going to end up, he never would have allowed Claire to go at all, and without Claire, Peter never would have gone at all. He was going to have to keep them separated, so they didn't put any more crazy ideas in each others heads. Sure he gained a daughter, but now it was like he was trying to keep her away from her dangerous boyfriend. It shouldn't be like this.

"You can't go in there…" a voice said outside the little office, but the door opened anyway, and in walked a little Japanese man Nathan knew well. He stood and reached out his hand to shake with him.

"Hiro," he said.

"Flying man," Hiro said, shaking Nathan's hand.

"Whatever it is you want, please make it quick," Nathan said. He looked at Claire. "I have a little bit of family situation on my hands. I have to get back to New York and find my brother."

"Peter Petrelli," Hiro said. "I must speak with him about Prometheus Group. He knows something, and my father's killer is connected with the Group."

Nathan spun towards Hiro, his mind racing. What the hell was up with Prometheus Group that it affected people half way around the world? Everything was connected. Well that is it. He couldn't take it anymore. "No," he said, quietly first. "No more connections. I just want to be left alone to deal with my family! I never wanted to take care of the world!" He was yelling now, his fists curled into balls. He calmed himself at the sight of Claire and Hiro's faces. "If you want to talk Prometheus, you can do it later, at the house. Peter will be there, and so will I. I have an idea that a few more people will be joining us by then. Five days from now, come to the house, and will put it all on the table, okay?"

Hiro nodded, before squinting his eyes and teleporting out to God no's where.

Nathan turned back to Claire. "We're heading home, tonight, and you will tell me why you were out on you own, hunting some psychopath!"

Claire nodded.

Hector Ortega

Nome, Alaska

He stood slowly, a throbbing pain in his head made everything a little wobbly. When he finally opened his eyes, he found that he was still in the little mock-hospital wing. Matt was gone.

Hector did a check of himself and found that he still had all of his gear. They even left his sidearm. More importantly, they left the flash drive. Stupid people. He stepped out through the exploded rock and into a hallway. He found another one freshly made by explosions, and he took that one, hoping to find Parkman.

The tunnel led to a high tech laboratory that reminded Ortega of Castle Frankenstein. He heard voices calling him from rows of test tubes and jars lined up along one wall. He saw a number of brains and other body parts, all stewing in formaldehyde. He crept slowly passed the shelves and made his way to a small office on the far side of the lab.

Inside, he could hear people talking, and identified one of them as Julie Davenport. The other voice sound oddly distant, and Hector assumed it was coming from a speaker phone.

"Should we proceed with the removal?" she asked.

"Yes," came the distant voice. "I would also recommend going back for the other one and running some tests on him. Who knows, maybe Prometheus would like a part of that man's body as well."

"Very well, James," Julie said. "I'll see you soon." Then, he heard the sound of the dial tone before Julie hung up.

When Hector heard the mechanical sound of a bone saw starting up, he flung himself through the door and launched an arc of electricity that crashed into Julie Davenport. She flew backwards into another shelf of jars.

Matt Parkman moved at Hectors attack on Julie, but didn't really wake up. Standing there, in the doorway of the office, Ortega felt truly creeped out. Parkman was strapped to a medical bed, head and all, with a dotted line around his forehead. The bone saw hung from the ceiling, still spinning until Hector turned it off to end the sound of it's furious spinning. He quickly freed Parkman and helped carry him out of the room and eventually, out of the facility.

Hector was loading him into their rented car when Matt woke up. He asked groggily where they were, and Hector told him. There were no secrets between partners. "We made it out with the intel, Parkman," he said. "That's all that matters right now."
Ortega drove to the airport, smiling. This was going to make his career.

Will Stone

Location, Unknown

"Uh, where am I?" he asked, half awake. He was aware that he was lying down; that if he looked ahead, or up as it was, he could see Mackenzie's face looking down on him; that they were moving incredibly fast.

:"We're getting out of here," Mackenzie said. "We're leaving Washington behind."
"Seeking out greener pastures," Teagan added. "The only place we'll fit in; New York City."

Will tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness flooded his head, forcing him to stay down. He was so very tired. Never before had he felt so damned drained.

Mackenzie put her hand on his forehead. It was cold, so very cold, and he could barely stand it. "Just rest easy, love," she said. "You nearly killed yourself. You've been out for nearly almost a whole day."

"What?" he asked, shooting up and looking out of the car window. The sun was going down behind them, and the place outside was not Washington. "Where are we?"

"Almost into Wyoming," Gavin said from the driver's seat. "I couldn't leave you three in Seattle, not with that deranged lunatic on the loose."

"Yeah, what was with that guy?" Teagan asked.

Mackenzie forced Will to lie back down. "You need to rest, build up your strength. Dr. Suresh said so."

"Suresh?" Will asked, already half asleep. He never heard the answer.

Heidi Petrelli

Peter's Apartment, New York

He wasn't alone, not quite, but Peter had nothing to fear from either of the people with him. He'd already absorbed Claire's ability twice, and Heidi didn't have one. So why wouldn't he open the door?

"Come on, Peter," Nathan called through the door. "You know you're safe with us. Just let us in and we'll talk."

"I told you to come alone!" Peter yelled through the door.

Heidi pushed Nathan out of the way. She knew he only wanted to help, but maybe he wasn't the best person for it. "Peter, how about just me?"

Nathan looked at her, accusingly, but she just stared resolutely at the door. Peter didn't answer right away; he was considering it. Claire stood as far as she could from Nathan, nearly hiding around the corner. Something was going on, and Nathan could stop it alone. Maybe, just maybe, this called for someone without a gift at all.

"Tell Claire to wait downstairs," Peter called out. "Nathan, take her away from here!"

Claire reacted as if she'd been slapped, but she didn't cry. Not yet, anyway. Heidi decided that if Claire couldn't hash it out with Peter, she would do it for her. She watched as Nathan put an arm around Claire and led her away. "I call you as soon as I can," Heidi said, before the pair got on the elevator. Then, to Peter, she said, "They're gone now." The door's lock clicked and opened.

What stood before Heidi wasn't the Peter she knew. He was dirty and unshaven. He was an utter mess. He wouldn't look her in the eyes, and a number of blue sparks flew off of him. She pushed her way into the apartment and was unsurprised when he locked the door behind her.

"Pete, just what the hell is this about?" she turned, ready to use the blade of a tongue she had to tear Peter back down to size. "She looks up to you! Hell, she already loves you! You're her uncle, and you need to treat her better!"

"It's not her I want to hurt," Pete said, near tears. "But I will if she comes around me. I can't help it." He looked up, for the first time meeting her eyes, searching for something in her that she didn't know if she had. "Nathan told you everything, right?" She nodded. "About my, my ability?" She nodded again. She had the basics of it, anyway.

"What is this about, Peter?" She could smell something bad, and it scared her. This was something she wouldn't be able to deal with alone. She didn't think Nathan could either.

"I've absorbed another power, and this one is worse," Pete said, turning away and headed for the kitchen. "Now, I take in different kinds of energy. It stores itself up inside of me, somewhere, and I spark. It can be discharged, but I don't now how. That's why I've shut the electricity off. I've stayed out of the sun. I need to stay away from her, and probably Nathan, too."

Heidi sat down on the couch. "Why would you have to stay away from them?"

Peter threw her a glance, one that chilled her to the bone. She saw images in her head that scared the hell out of her. She was in over her head. "Heidi, I've seen what happens if I don't discharge. I stopped that guy from exploding, but I could do it. I almost did before, if it wasn't for Nathan…"

"Wait, what?" Heidi said, stopping him. She'd never heard what happened that night, just that Peter almost blew up New York accidentally, and Nathan stopped it. Up until now, it had been good enough. "What happened that night, Peter?"
"I thought you said he told you everything?" It was hint of the old Pete, fun loving Pete. Then, he shook it away. "It doesn't matter. The point is, I'm charging up energy, and I've recognized several of their sources. Solar, electric, and the energy produced when someone activates an ability. With Claire around, it's always on. As far as I know, it would reverse itself to the point where all of her old injuries come back, twice as painful. I won't put her through that."
"Instead, you hide up here, making us all think you've snapped?" Heidi asked. She was tired of feeling afraid. It was clear what she must do, and she'd do it soon. As soon as she had a plan. "You're going to leave this apartment, Pete. I'll see to it."

She stood and stormed out of his apartment, dialing as she headed towards the elevator. She'd fill Nathan in on the way down, and together, they'd tell Claire. Then, she'd force Nathan to tell her everything that happened November 8th, 2006.