Claire Bennet

New York, New York

One Week Later

Gavin pulled the shadows down from the buildings, give them safe passage passed the soldiers. The whole city went nuts after the storm, and now the entire state was under Martial Law. The Agency was headed by Senator Fred Armstrong, and there were rumors of his brutality flying around like flies on a dead horse. Gavin and Claire were halfway to Petrelli Mansion, where Claire hoped to find safe haven, and maybe a way out of the city.

"So, this guy, this kid, Alphonse, told you about the storm and a war, and to find these people?" Gavin asked, while they waited for the perfect moment to sneak past another group of guards. Claire nodded, staring intently at the mob of soldiers. Peaceful search, my ass, she thought, watching their guns. If Gavin wasn't here, she could get past them no problem. Let them shoot her. "I was one of those names?"

"If you're Gavin Stone, then I was told to find you," she said in a low hiss. Time was running out, and they were no closer to finding any of the people than she was the day before this, or the day before that one, and so on. No one had seen Peter or Nathan since the night of the storm. Hiro Nakamura's face was posted everywhere, wanted for murder. Will Stone had fallen of the face of the earth. And she never even heard of Billy Jamison!
As for the two sisters on that list, both of them were gone as well. Gavin and Claire had found their abandonded hotel room just last night, when she decided to go see Heidi. "This is just crazy," Gavin said, pulling down another sheet of darkness to hid them as they ran.

"Any crazier than manipulation shadows?" Claire asked. "How about rapidly healing from any wound? Or sending out waves of sound, jets of fire, or even flying? Because it's all happening, somewhere."

"Point taken," Gavin said, giving in to the ex-cheerleaders will. Once she had an idea set in her mind, there was no stopping her. "All I'm trying to say is New York is no longer the greatest city in the world."

Peeking around the corner, Claire spotted the soldiers hassling a young girl, probably a mutant. Her blood boiled, and she pointed it out to Gavin.

He shrugged. "What can we do? They've got guns, and we're unarmed. Don't forget, you're also on the most wanted list now."

Claire scowled. "If you won't help, fine. I'll do it myself." She took off down the street, yelling at the guards to leave the girl alone. One by one, the soldiers brought their guns up and pointed them at Claire.

"Oh, son of monkey," Gavin said, exercising his power and pulling darkness into the soldiers eyes. Then, he took off after Claire. He snagged her as she leapt, trying to tackle one of the soldiers. "C'mon, she got away already. We have to go." He tugged her into an abandoned building to rest for the night. The sun was almost up, and they would be looking for Claire.

Hiro Nakamura

Hart Center, Seattle, Washington

He watched as the strange young man brought Ando into a back room, eager to test something out on him. Hiro knew what it was; the mechanical hand. Ando already bore the eye patch he wore in the future.

Sakura slept in one of the chairs. It had been a hard week for them all. Hiro had managed to cross off five things from the notebook: flood in Bucharest; a small fight in Australia; a child dying at birth. He didn't know what effects they would have on the future, but it was in the notebook, so he attending them.

An Indian man approached Hiro and Sakura, rubbing his hands together. He didn't look at all well. When he got there, he stuck his hand out to Hiro. Hiro shook it.

"I've heard a lot about you from Nathan Petrelli," the Indian man said. "I also know you're wanted by the authorities for murder. Don't worry; you're as safe here as you could be anywhere else. My name is Mohinder Suresh."

Hiro gave a slight bow to Mohinder. He'd heard of Mohinder's research when Ando filled him in on the past. "Why don't you turn me in?" Hiro asked.

"I'm under orders not to," Mohinder said. "Ordinarily, I would, but I was informed of your working for Nathan Petrelli in a special ops mission by my new boss. I've also been instructed to offer you and your companions one of our field offices. If you would, follow me."

Hiro woke Sakura, and they followed Mohinder to the elevator.

"I don't know how much you are aware of, but New York has been sealed off, and their forcing mutants to register, on penalty of death. I know that you aren't in the database, and I recommend you keep it that way." Mohinder led them onto an upper floor, and Hiro saw a number of faces that looked somewhat familiar. From the Bucharest mission, Hiro spotted both Ridge and Ortega. They didn't acknowledge Hiro's presence.

He also saw a number of other agents he recognized from the news. Kit Frost and Ashley Tisdale, the two who hunted the mutant killer, Samael. As far as Hiro knew, nothing so far had been done about the man.

Mohinder opened a door to a small room that contained two beds, and a desk. "You and Ando will stay here; you're female friend will be given the room next door."

Hiro helped Sakura into the other room, where she promptly fell asleep. Then, he went into the agent bull-pen. Mohinder was talking on a phone, with his back turned to Hiro.

"I'm a scientist, damn it!" he said, trying to keep his voice down. "I don't harbor criminals, nor am I a hotel bagboy! Do something about this, or you may just lose my loyalty!"

Hiro moved on, trying to speak with the others from the Bucharest mission, but they all seemed to busy to answer Hiro's questions. Slightly depressed, he returned to his room and laid down, trying to get some rest before tackling the next thing on the list.

Gabriel Gray

New York, New York

Michael's last minutes on earth replayed again and again in Gabriel's head. Gabriel's cousin laid his hands on his head, speaking in low tones, gifting him with some unknown talent. Then, the strange man came bursting in, carrying a pistol, with which, he ended Michael's life.

The man then came after Gabriel, and with one touch, knocked him out. He woke up hours later in the same barn, with no sign from any of the Others. He wandered back into the New York City, powered by will alone, and remembered what it was that Michael had whispered to him. Find Claire Bennet. Gift her.

It made no sense to him, but he did it anyway, and now he was almost to the Petrelli Mansion, thinking that in this time, that's where Claire would go.

He saw a woman exiting the mansion, and he hurried up behind her. "Claire?" he asked.

The woman spun around, and Gabriel saw he was mistaken. It must be Nathan's wife. She lowered the can of mace, and sighed. "No, she isn't here. I haven't seen here since, well, I guess you know." She looked at him for a moment, and Gabriel was sure she was going to recognize him. Then she shook her head. "You must be that friend she came back to visit. I'm sorry. I have to go, otherwise, I'd invite you in for some coffee and to wait for her to come back, but…" She stopped, tearing up.

Gabriel reached out and wiped away one of the tears that ran down her cheek. "It's okay; I know who you are, Mrs. Petrelli. Good luck finding them all."

She thanked him and got into the car, leaving Gabriel to fade into the failing darkness. Dawn was soon upon them.

Peter Petrelli

San Ribero

The island was larger than he imagined, and he thought it was strange that he'd never heard of it before. San Ribero was just beyond the horizon of California. Vann lead Peter up the stairs to what appeared to be a temple. He spoke of being respectful. Peter ignored him.

As they got to the top of the stairs, Vann pushed open the door, and motioned for Peter to enter. As soon as he did, the doors closed, and a voice called out to him. "So, you are Peter Petrelli." It wasn't a question.

"Yeah," Pete said. "Who are you?"

A small chuckle. "You're just like me when I was you're age." A small boy, about eight or nine stepped forward. "I'm like you, Peter, a empathic mimic. My name is Alphonse." He cocked his head, looking at Pete intently. "Do you hear that, Peter?"

Peter shook his head.

"That, is destiny calling," Alphonse said. "It is the sound of war drums on the horizon, the sound of blood falling to the ground in floods. We headed for a great war, perhaps the greatest and most important one in history. The question is, which side are you on?"

Peter shrugged, and the young boy laughed.

"And that is how it should be."

(A/N – I know it's a small chapter, but I thought it was better to start off with a bit vaguer of a storyline. This is it, the third season premier. The first story arc is called The Siege, for obvious reasons. I gave up the idea of a spin-off following Will and his trip in another world, as I felt it didn't have enough of a drive to merit it's own story

I know there are a number of people who are upset about the death of Nathan, and I feel compelled to explain myself. Nathan is perhaps the greatest crutch of Peter. When ever Peter needs help, Nathan is there. Without Nathan, Peter is forced to become the hero that is needed of him. Besides, where would Spider-Man be if not for the death of Uncle Ben?

With that said, I welcome you all back, and thank you for reading. Please Enjoy! Traumedy101)