Disclaimer: Let's see...TV shows I don't own: Heroes. Songs I don't own: Love Shack, Bananaphone, You Can't Stop The Beat, I Am The Walrus, and the music from Chariots of Fire. (Due to spoilers, disclaimer will be continued at the end of the chapter.)

Big bunches of multi-fandom love to my readers and reviewers. I was going to hold off on this chapter until I had chapter five written, but you guys sounded so excited in your reviews, I just had to post this chapter. It's a tad longer than the chapters before it, but that just means there's more phone tagging goodness to enjoy!

Okay, enough of me, let's see what our Heroes are doing!

Chapter 4

Noah Bennet was sitting in his cell, pondering the word pondering, when a small black box came flying through the window, knocking his glasses off. As he was frantically searching the cell for the aforementioned glasses, a noise began to play, which was apparently coming from the aforementioned black box.

You can't stop an avalanche

As it races down the hill

You could try to stop the seasons, girl

But you know you never will

After Noah had spent several unsuccessful minutes looking for his glasses so he could answer the phone, Elle came through the door to see what the ruckus was.

"I came to see what the ruckus was. So, what's the ruckus?"

"Something came flying through the window—"

"What window? There's no window in here."

Oh. Crap, that's right. Um…

At this point, Elle had her hands glowing with glowy blue glow…ness. "Who's typing in the bold letters?!" she said to the ceiling.

Um…that would be me.

"And you are…?"

Me? I…I…I am the walrus! Goo goo g'joob!

"What does that even mean?"

"Um…Elle? Little help here?" said Noah, still searching for his glasses.

"Oh, right, sorry."

H H H H

"C'mon, Bennet, pick up!" said Sylar. He was starting to get very annoyed at this point. There were so many other people he could be pranking right now.

H H H H

After about five minutes of searching, and listening to the catchy Hairspray ringtone, Noah sighed in frustration.

"Ugh! We're never gonna find my glasses!"

"Oh, is that what we were looking for? They're on the table."

Noah resisted the urge to smack Elle on her bad arm, and put on his glasses. He then turned to the cellphone, which was still ringing for some reason, and answered it. "Hello?"

"Hello, is Mr. Bartlett there?" came a voice with a British accent. "We have his order of personalized M & M's that say…" the voice cleared its throat, then said, with no accent "'PHONE TAG! YOU'RE IT!'" And then there was silence.

"Who was it?" asked Elle.

"It was Sylar, prank calling me."

"WHAT?!"

"Um…which part is that directed towards; Sylar, or the prank calling?"

Elle made a frustrated noise, and ran out of the cell, leaving the door open behind her.

Noah stared at the open door for a few minutes, then dashed out into the hallway, screaming, "I'm freeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

H H H H

Elle ran upstairs to her father's office.

"Daddy, we have a problem; Sylar's prank calling everybody." It was then that Elle noticed the other two people in the room; Mohinder Suresh, and…

"Peter!" gasped Elle.

"Uh-oh."

Elle began to run, in slow motion, towards Peter. Peter tried to duck out of the way, also in slow motion. The music from Chariots of Fire began to play in the background.

Mohinder looked at Bob, and said, in normal speed, "So many questions…but I think I'll start with: why are they moving in slow motion, and we're not? And where is that strangely familiar music coming from?" Bob shrugged in response, and they turned back to the scene in front of them, which had now escalated to Elle firing slo-mo bolts of glowy blue glowness at Peter.

Suddenly, an annoying noise began, which almost drowned out the background music:

Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring, ring

Bananaphone!

"Peter, it's for you!"

Peter pushed Elle into a wall with telekinesis, then, finally breaking out of slo-mo, ran over to answer his phone. "Hello?"

"Hello, is this Peter Petrelli?"

"Yes."

"Well, you are now the victim of a prank call. Please wait until you hear the tag before you hang up, or we will be forced to call again."

"Um…okay."

The voice on the other end cleared its throat, but before it could speak, Mohinder snatched the phone out of Peter's hand and screamed, "PHONE TAG, YOU'RE IT!", then hung up.

"Well, I got him, didn't I?" said Mohinder, grinning.

"Um…that…wasn't Sylar."

"It wasn't?"

"No. Are you kidding me? That was a woman."

"Oh. But…if that wasn't Sylar, the who was it?"

Peter shrugged, then ducked out of the way, as Elle (still in slow motion) came after him with a flying tackle. Unfortunately for her, Peter's well-timed dodge, and the force of her jump, propelled her (in slow motion) out of the window.

H H H H

Meanwhile, there was an upset going on at CFPTHQ (Completely Fake Phone Tagging Head Quarters), due to Mohinder's tagging one of their Taggers.

"We must have revenge! Nobody tags the CFPTs (Completely Fake Phone Taggers)! Nobody!" said Tag Phoneson, head Tagger of CFPT Inc.

"Yeah, whatever," said Miss Bored Andcouldcareless, Vice President and, incidentally, the only person at CFPT who can play the ukulele.

"Who was it that tagged us?" said Tag to Bored.

Miss Andcouldcareless consulted the papers on her clipboard, then said, "The records say that it was Peter Petrelli who was supposed to be tagged, but our Tagger says that it was someone else on his end that committed the backtag."

"Then we must find this Peter Petrelli, and have him tell us who it was. Nobody tags the CFPTs!"

Disclaimer (cont'd): I do, however, own CFPT Inc., and all of its Taggers. And, I think that just about covers it. See You next chapter!