Authors Note: Okay, sorry for these, I just have to have a word in everything. But thank you, FlamingBiscuits and the s33r for the reviews. Hope the story continues to entertain, and ideas and criticisms are welcome. But this expands onto a few more characters, Niki, Claire, and my two new characters who I hope will work. I may edit this a little, some of the stuff between Claire and Peter is weird and I never realized it would be hard to write for them. Enjoy, though!

Heroes: 5 Years Gone

Volume One: "Repercussions"

Chapter One: "Allegiances, Part One"

DHS Facility NYC, NY

November 8th, 2011

Peter lit his hand quickly on fire as he held up against the wall, choking. He managed to flick a flame at Sylar, and it went right through him. Sylar smiled.

"I got that little trick from your girlfriend's husband. It comes in handy." Peter felt even more enraged. Mohinder meanwhile, looked at the floor and noticed a SWAT member, lying lifelessly on the ground. A pistol was in a holster on his leg. Should I get it? He wondered this, eying Peter helplessly against the wall, and that...that monster keeping him there. Anger seethed in him, and Mohinder took a chance, darting for the pistol but finding himself flying back and hitting his head, everything going black. Sylar looked back at Peter. "He never was a useful one, was he?" the man proclaimed, cocking his head. Peter thought of all his tricks.

He could teleport, but that would leave Mohinder behind and despite his rage towards the man, he could sense he was repentant. Sylar was too strong willed to respond to telepathy, and freezing time took too much concentration. Maybe...

"You know, Peter, me and you, I think we're destined to play this game forever. I admire your will, though", Sylar explained as Peter concentrated. "It seems every time we meet I have you pinned on the wall like a helpless fly in a web. But I think this is the last time. And I haven't used this one in a long time, so it should be fun". Sylar smiled and raised his hand in a gun position. Trevor's ability. Sylar had only used it four or five times, and never on a person. He wondered the effects.

Peter, meanwhile, struggled. If Sylar was close, he had absorbed his abilities, and phasing was one of them. He could phase through the wall, but he hadn't ever done it before. He concentrated, and felt his back almost seeping into the wall.

"Goodbye," Sylar smirked, ready to watch Peter shatter like a glass. But instead he felt glass go through his head. In the back. It hurt, more than Sylar had ever felt before, and he found the world fading out. Who? Who? As he fell, he noticed a blond girl who had done it. Claire. He faded completely, only left with a strange ticking in his head.

"I thought you would have learned at homecoming. You're little head chopping trick doesn't work on me", she said, as Peter fell to the ground and looked up at the girl he thought had been dead for 5 years.

Niki's Club, The Sands

Las Vegas, NV Nov. 8, 2011

Niki put her head down on the bar. Where was Peter? What had happened to him? Was he coming back? Peter was the only thing she had left, or damn close to it. She wasn't sure whether to be mad or sad for him. She wanted to believe he was returning, but chances were highly unlikely.

"We've just gotten news from New York that at todays Memorial for the explosion 5 Years ago, President Nathan Petrelli flew off from the ceremony after getting word of something from his advisors. If this is the case, Petrelli's anti-posthuman politics have been hypocritical, and the infiltration of a posthuman into the White House as the President of the United States of America most certainly would uproot the nation." A news reporter told Niki this, and she looked up. Nathan had exposed himself? Why? What would he do that for? Peter...wasn't...dead? Was he?

Niki got up. What was she going to do. She quickly went into the back, grabbing a suitcase and a few pairs of clothes and putting them together. She needed to clear her head. Get an opinion from the only other person she could trust.

Niki. Niki stopped dead in her tracks as she hustled around, and slowly made her way back to the mirror. Yeah, it's me. Niki looked at Jessica. She wasn't sure at first. Something was...different about her. Niki. You need to stop. You can't just run. You need to deal with the situation. It couldn't be Jessica. She hadn't had a conflict for 5 years, since the explosion.

"No! No! It's not real", Niki said, backing away and continuing her packing. She moved her hair behind her ears and shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. "No." She wasn't going to deal with this. Not after Peter, and Micah, and DL . Nik, do we have to do this over again? Niki shook her head, zipping up her suitcase and grabbing her keys. She passed the mirror again. No one was there. Nodding, she locked up and left.

Central Park

NYC, NYNov.8,2011

Allan waited. The birds chirped and a few people went by him as he sat on the bench in the park. It seemed a normal afternoon, not one in which a reporter like himself would witness the President fly into the air. Allan waited.

"Well, I'm here..." A young man sat next to him. His long, brown hair flew a little in the slight breeze and Allan found intense blue eyes staring him down. Allan hesitated a moment. Jason's head arched forward and his eyes widened. "Which means...I think you sorta tell me why you called me here?" Allan shook his head and snapped back into reality.

"Could you get out of my face first?" he asked before standing up and walking. Jason waited a moment at the bench and got up, following him. They passed a small pond in silence. "President Petrelli flew today." Allan's remark immediately got a reaction from Jason, who stopped and turned to him.

"You serious?" he asked.

"No, I was kidding. Gotcha", Allan said sarcastically. Jason gave a look and kept walking.

"So...this means he's a posthuman? Right?"

"Yeah. Either that...or a posthuman was posing as him", Allan said. "But either way, the administration is going to use that excuse."

"Even if he really is a posthuman?" Jason inquired. Allan nodded. "This is amazing. I mean, if he is, he could stop this. He could reverse it...he could help people like us", Jason said excitedly. Allan rolled his eyes, taking out glasses and covering his green retinas.

"J, if he wanted to, he wouldn't have gone around causing all of this in the first place. He obviously didn't want people finding out...which means something big is going on if he flew," Allan observed. Jason cocked his head.

"And you plan on finding it out?" Jason asked.

"Yeah."

"Reporters. You don't know his reasoning, okay? Maybe you should talk to the President before you start snooping around", Jason said. Allan raised his hands.

"No one even knows where he went right now, but that's not why I called you here J."

"So once again...I think that means you tell me why I'm here." Jason knew very well what it was. Something to do with criminals. Something to do with bad things. Something Allan would get wind of, research, and have Jason take care of. That was their deal. Allan provides information, and Jason takes on the role of hero.

"Murderer." That one surprised Jason.

"Murderer?"

"That's what I said."

"What do I do?" Allan took a seat on another bench, and Jason followed suit. Allan pulled a file out of his bag, thin and small. He handed it to Jason, who took it cautiously and leafed through it.

"His address is in there. Go and thrash him around a bit. Make him turn himself in. Scare him a little bit." Jason continued looking through the file, before dropping it on the ground. He gave a perplexed look to Allan.

"This isn't what I wanted to do. You hear about a hostage situation? Fine. But this...he hasn't been proven guilty", Jason said.

"J, the evidence is in there. He's as good as guilty and he needs to be off the streets," Allan explained. Jason shook his head and stood up.

"No. I won't scare him into confessing. What if he's innocent?" Jason asked. Allan glared at him. They stared for a moment and Allan flinched, before picking up the file and putting it back into his bag.

"Fine. Don't. But if he is proven guilty, and it takes another murder to figure it out, oh well, right?" Allan said, getting up to leave. Jason watched for a moment. This isn't the kind of heroism he signed up for.

"Okay. Okay. I'll do it. But after this, never again. Okay?" Allan stopped as Jason said this. He turned and nodded, digging in his bag to fish out the address. Jason grabbed it.

"See ya, Superman", Allan said as Jason walked away.

DHS Facility NYC, NY

November 8th, 2011

"Claire?" Peter asked as she stood over Sylar's incapacitated body. Claire smiled.

"Peter." Peter got up. How was she alive? He hugged her and Claire hugged back. She always felt safe by him. She had only met him a few times, like when she saved him from Sylar's glass in the back of his head. And when they tried to run. And at Kirby Plaza.

"How did you survive?" he asked before shaking his head. "Stupid question. But...I thought even your power wouldn't survive a nuclear blast from the origin", he explained. Claire smirked.

"I didn't either, to be honest. But my dad put me into hiding. At first, from the Company, and then from Nathan. Well, Sylar", she said. Both looked down at Sylar's body. A groan startled them and they turned around. Mohinder got up, holding his head. Claire waited as Peter went over to him, flying him up against the wall much like Sylar had done to Peter a few minutes ago.

"Pe...Peter", Mohinder gasped.

"You...you helped Nathan, Sylar... with everything. You and Matt. You're lucky I don't burn your face off right here. You know that?" Peter exclaimed. He felt Claire's hand on his shoulder.

"Peter...let him down", she said. He looked at her. She still had innocence. She was still kind and cute. Nothing like the rest of them, hardened and cruel. Claire had been protected well by her father. Peter dropped Mohinder and he fell to the ground, choking and gasping for air.

"What are you going to do?" Peter asked her. He wanted to ask her to stay. This was her fight too now. Sylar had gotten her involved. She took a deep breath in.

"I'm going to find my dad. But I know someone I can stay with while I'm here. She could probably give me a ride too", Claire explained. She looked over at Sylar body.

"What about him?" Peter nodded.

"I'll burn him. He won't get away this time", Peter assured. While Mohinder recovered, they exchanged numbers and hugged. "Stay in contact. I don't know what my next move is yet, but whatever it is I may need your help." Claire shook her head.

"Peter, try not to let that happen. I just want to go home." Peter nodded again and Claire made her towards the hall to leave.

"Hurry, police will be here soon", Peter said. She gave a last nod and continued. Peter found Mohinder over Hiro's body. He kneeled down next to him and looked at the man's face. It seemed peaceful.

"You think his plan worked? You think Hiro was able to kill Sylar now?" Mohinder asked. Peter was wondering the same thing.

"I don't know. Would we still be here? Honestly, I don't care Mohinder. We have to deal with the here and now, and I'm pretty sure that you need to make a decision", Peter looked at him. Mohinder's face became grave.

"What are my options?" he asked.

"You can stay here, and join them again, or come with me to stop them."

"Is that what you plan on doing?"

"Yes. The Linderman Act, DHS, all of it. I'm going to stop it. And I could use your help. But you need to make a decision", he said. Mohinder nodded. He was conflicted. This whole time, he thought he was just stopping the bad people.

"Peter...I...", Peter stood up. He looked at Mohinder solemnly.

"You thought you were stopping the bad people?" Peter asked, having gone into his head. "You helped Sylar, this whole damn time, capture and track and kill my kind, and you thought we were the bad ones?" Mohinder looked down, shameful.

"Peter...Nathan, well, Sylar, he took it a step further..."

"No!", Peter said, raising his hand and pointing around them. "He took it ten steps further, then twenty, and then a hundred. And there is no excuse for your actions. So choose. Because there's no in between, okay? You're with me or against me."A noise rattled through the room, and both found a large piece of the ceiling shifting. Matt Parkman was slowly pushing it off of him. Peter grabbed Mohinder, and the two turned invisible.

You have to make a choice, Mohinder. And now. Peter seeped this thought into his head. Mohinder looked at him, nodding.

I'm with you. Peter grabbed Sylar's leg, and Matt Parkman continued to get the debris off of him.

Grab Hiro. Mohinder did so, and Peter's cheeks wobbled a little, his eyes closed. Silently, he paid tribute to Hiro as he teleported Mohinder, himself, and Sylar's and Hiro's dead bodies out of the wrecked building.