(A/N: I would like to apologize for the absence of updates the past couple of days. I got into playing SimCity, and it takes up a lot of time. I also started reading The Golden Compass. On top off all that, I started working on an original story. So updates maybe a little slower.

I would also like to wish everyone a belated non-denominational winter holiday of their choice, and an early happy New Years. May all your dreams come true. – Traumedy101)

Michael Gray

The Bucharest Facility

He led Elle silently through the night air as they made their way to the front doors of the facility. He knew what was coming; he knew just about everything it seemed. Peter needed to be with Nathan for awhile. Soon, Vann would attempt to tear them apart. It was all apart of Vann's plan to use Peter as a tool in his own personal war against the Others, the Seraphim, and Prometheus.

Michael, feeling the pressure of time on his shoulders, pushed opened the doors of the facility and stepped inside. Somewhere inside, he knew alarms were going off, and that the crew would soon be looking for intruders. Luckily for him, they were looking for Petrelli's team, not Michael and Elle. He reached over his shoulder and pulled the bone tattoo from his back, prepping himself.

"Why are we doing this now?" Elle whispered. "Vann's plan was to come when Petrelli needed us. This is a direct move against orders."

"Elle, you remember that thing I told you about, when we were locked up in the Company?" he asked, trying to job her memory. She nodded, her face lovely in the glow of the moon. "The time is coming soon, and I need to be as far from Vann and the Seraphim as I can in order to do it." Will you help me?" She nodded again, as he knew she would.

The plan was simple: he would take the brunt of the attack, and she would keep him alive. Beyond that, he didn't know.

He heard the coming soldiers stomping their way to where they were. He forced himself not to worry about Elle and swung the sword as the door burst open. He caught the first guard under the chin, taking his head clean off. After that, Michael lost all awareness as a blood rage took him.

Nathan Petrelli

Bucharest, Romania

"What the hell do you mean, we have to go somewhere else?" He demanded.

"We're experiencing a national crisis right now, and we're not letting tourists in," the captain said. Petrelli's team was meet by a group of soldiers at customs and told to leave.

"We're not tourists, we're business men," Nathan shouted, the vein in his forehead pounding. "In fact, we work for the American government! You have to let us in!"

The captain shook his head. "You can wait on your plane, if you wish, but until this crisis is resolved, nobody gets in."

Nathan drudged back to his plane, big enough to hold every member of his team and the pilot and co-pilot. Nothing else. He took a seat in the plush seating area next to Matt Parkman.

"What happened?" Hiro asked, looking as innocent as ever. It was hard to believe this man once ran a sword through another individual at any time, even a killer like Sylar.

"A national crisis," Nathan said. "They're not letting anyone in." He sunk into his seat.

Matt stared out the window at the captain, his face twisted in concentration. "They're not telling us something," he said, pushing the connection harder. He couldn't quite reach the captain's mind. "I think it has something to do with Prometheus."

"What?" Ridge asked, outraged. "That's the bloody reason we're here! We can stop this, I know we can!"

Matt's face fell, and Nathan started to worry. "Matt, what did you just hear?"

"The facility, it's under attack," Parkman said. "A part of it's gone, blown up. The other half is filled with bodies, dead and dying. Here's the weird part. It looks like only two people crippled it. They've only identified one of them, but they know there's another one, shooting off arcs of electricity at anyone who gets too close to the attacker."

"Who is it, Matt?" Nathan asked, his mind racing. He shouldn't have been so hard on Peter. It couldn't be Peter, could it? Who could he get that can generate electricity? The only person Nathan knew off was Ortega, and he was on the plane.

"It's not Peter, but the name Gray keeps popping in the captain's head," Matt said. "The little guy out there keeps thinking Sylar."

Hiro shut his eyes, and Nathan reached out to stop him, but the little Japanese man was gone. "Damn it!" Nathan swore.

"Now he's getting all the action," Ortega said, a little sadly.

Hiro Nakamura

The Bucharest Facility

He teleported outside the facility, and he immediately regretted it. The place reeked of death. Blood poured out of the open doors. It was like his little trip to the future. Black smoke pouring out of the ground. Death and destruction everywhere.

Hiro entered the facility, against the nagging urge to run, run as far as he could, and never look back. He saw a flash off blond hair bounce in the firelight and flashed back to sometime before the explosion. Save the cheerleader, save the world. The cheerleader was blond. Right? He struggled to remember her name. "Claire?" he asked.

She turned around and glared into his eyes. It wasn't Claire. She held out her hand, charging electricity in it. He was getting ready to duck when he saw the flash of a sword hanging over her neck, ready to come down hard. Hiro had his blade out before he could think and he threw the girl to the ground. The two swords clanged loudly.

A familiar face stepped out of the shadows. "Kensei?"

"Hello, Carp," he said, grinning. "I finally get to show you what you did to me when you took her from me." His eyes flashed to the blond. Kensei's sword went to strike. Hiro's katana meet Kensei's once more.

Kensei went on the attack, swinging his blade so much faster than he did four hundred years ago. Hiro did everything he could to keep from getting sliced up. As it was, he was pushed out the door.

He brought his sword spinning around, slicing off the ancient samurai's hand. A new one grew back before the severed one hit the ground. "Nice try, Carp, but I've had so much time to get used to that." Kensei kicked out, putting Hiro on the ground. "Now, I kill you like I did your father." Kensei brought his sword up.

The blond sent out an arc of lightening, striking the tip of the katana, electrocuting the ancient samurai. With Kensei once again on the ground, Hiro stood and looked down at him. Déjà vu, he thought. The blond grabbed his arm and pulled him away. "C'mon," she said. "He'll be back up in a matter of moments and I for one don't want to be here when he does."

"Who are you?"

"Now's really not the time for introductions, little man," she said, a quirky grin on her face. "Michael's waiting for me, and I thought I'd save you butt while I'm at it."

Hiro admitted she was right, and let her pull him through the waste that was the Bucharest facility.

Will Stone

Peter's Apartment, New York

There goes my chance at being a hero, he thought, looking over an unconscious Peter Petrelli. He flipped on the TV. There was a breaking new report about a vicious battle in Bucharest, the place he and Peter were supposed to storm. The fight started without them.

Will threw the remote and it shattered on the wall. "Damn it!" he shouted. He felt so frustrated. He couldn't go back to Mackenzie without proving himself worthy. What the hell was he going to do now?

While he fumed on the couch, watching the coverage of the fight half a world away, the wall behind shimmered like a mirage. Two men stepped out of it, and the wall returned to normal.

One of the men brought his fist down on the back of Will's head, hard enough to knock him out.

The tall one stepped over to Peter and lifted him up. "You know the place, Wyrm," he said to the one that hit Will. Wyrm nodded, and opened a portal on the wall to San Ribero. The tall one looked at Will, and grimaced. "Get rid of him, before returning to Bucharest, okay?" Wyrm nodded again, and watched Vann carry Peter to the other side of the world.

He looked over Will, frowning. He was tired of always getting rid of people, taking people, and all that other crap that Prometheus made him do. Now Vann was doing it, too, and it was just too much. Once again, he was leaving the organization. He was no longer an Other. The only thing was, he didn't know what that made him now. Perhaps he could be a hero, like Peter or Michael. Or something.

Michael Gray

Over the Atlantic

The helicopter trooped on towards New York, only now they had one more person aboard. Michael looked around at the Others who joined him: Elle, Smokey, Kate, Noel. If only he would have gotten the chance to talk with Wyrm before hand…

"Where are we going?" the Japanese man asked. Michael shot Elle an angry look. It was her fault for bringing him. Michael didn't mind so much after he found out what almost happened to her, but still.

Michael knew this was not the place that Hiro wanted to be. It was not the first step into saving the world. That was in New York, and he told Elle to tell him, but here he was, still with them. Why didn't he just teleport back to New York? Elle told him to go to Ellis Island. That was the next step to stopping the war that was coming. "Don't worry about it, Hiro," Elle told him. "You know where you should be."

"Elle, I don't like this much," Hiro said, looking out the window. "Anything could happen to you." Once she told Hiro her name, he remembered it from somewhere in the notebook to himself. If only he could remember where, then he would stop it from happening.

"My friend here," she motioned towards Michael, "he's very talented. I'll be fine, Hiro. Just go on to New York, okay? I'll see you there."

He gave her a questioning look, then he finally teleported out.

Michael looked around. "Time is short. I have work to do, and I need help to do it. Does anyone here know a Claire Bennet?"

Smokey's eyes lit up, but it was Elle who spoke. "Yeah, she's the daughter of Noah Bennet, that guy I told you about who worked for the Company. She'll be with him."

Smokey shook his head. "Not quite. You see, Claire is the adopted daughter of Noah. She's in the true blue blood daughter of Nathan Petrelli. She's in New York."

Michael nodded. Of course. Life is teetering on a line between coincidence and fate. Claire is related to Peter, who is also important to the future, but is also in danger from Prometheus, who is intent on wiping out any last living relative of the company, twice so. Hiro mistook Elle for Claire, and that was why he was so clingy to her. Save the cheerleader and all that.
That stuff didn't matter anymore. The only thing that mattered was the next couple of days, when the war begins. The Last War.

Wyrm

Peter's Apartment

Will wasn't so bad a guy, after all. For hours the two spent time talking to each other about what they want to do. Maybe Wyrm found his place after all. The two of them could do so much. When someone knocked on the door, Wyrm hid in the closet, until he heard her voice. She doesn't go anywhere without Michael, and she usually has candy.

"We're looking for Claire Bennet," she said. "Have you seen her?"

Wyrm burst out of the closet and hugged Elle, laughing even though no one had told a joke.

Will looked befuddled, but Wyrm didn't care. Everything was going so well.