Heroes: 5 Years Gone

Volume One: "Repercussions"

Chapter One: "Allegiances, Part Three"

Agent Sarah Lancaster's House

New JerseyNovember 8th, 2011

Agent Sarah Lancaster had worked for the government for fifteen years. She started in the FBI, worked her way up, and five years ago was selected for a new division of the Department of Homeland Security. The Posthuman Division. She had done a lot. Captured, killed, tortured. And she was not guilty one bit. She was born. Selected. Bred for that kind of stuff. As far as she was concerned, these people were a danger to everyone. She had her part in stopping them. One problem.

Four years ago, a certain man named Peter Petrelli broke out a certain girl named Nicole Sanders. On their way out, Nicole decided to take a certain file. A random file. A file she never thought she would have to use. A file on a certain Sarah Lancaster. And this file was Niki's only hoped as she walked up to Lancaster's house. The bell rang. Niki wondered if she could do this. She had to if she wanted to help "her".

Niki, you know, this isn't the way to do it. Niki threw Jessica a nasty look as she looked at her in the window on the door. Since when had Jessica been the moral side of her? Since you became the immoral side.

"Shut up", Niki proclaimed as Sarah opened the door. She was a small girl, with brown hair and light features. Niki smiled.

"Hi, I'm Nicole", she said. Sarah smiled back.

"Do I know you?" she asked. Niki nodded.

"No, but you will", she explained and pushed her. Sarah yelped as she flew back into her foyer, and Niki stepped into the room. She closed the door and Sarah pulled out a gun from a holster around her ankle.

"What the hell do you want?" Sarah yelled. Nik laughed, kicking the gun out of her hand. Sarah groaned as Niki's foot hit her hand, and she clenched unto them in pain.

"This is simple. I know about Building 26. The agents. Everything. I know about you. And I need you to help me. Understand?" Niki ordered. Sarah laughed.

"What the hell makes you think I'm going to do that?" she asked.

"Because if you don't, I'll snap your head open. And believe I will", Niki explained. The smirk was wiped off of Sarah's face.

An hour later, Sarah lay unconscious, and Niki walked from her house carrying a file with a location. It read "Monica Dawson".

Marvin White's Apartment

November 8th, 2011

Jason punched him again.

"Are you going to confess?" Jason yelled. He felt completely bad about doing this. He wished he had a different ability. Like mind-reading or something. He might then be able to secure himself and know if this guy was truly guilty or not. But he already started. No turning back now. Marvin's bloody face smiled.

"They've been watching me", he told Jason. Jason was confused.

"What?"

"The police. They've had surveillance on me for the last week. Probably making sure I don't go out and kill anyone", Marvin said. Jason swore under his breath. "They are probably on their way." Jason became worried. He went to the window and looked out, and saw the cop car. Two agents were getting out and running towards the building.

"Damn it," Jason yelled. He went over to Marvin, who was on the floor. Kneeling down, he got close to him. "I don't know if you're a murderer, but if you are, you better confess? Okay? Or I'll..." Jason felt stupid saying it. "I'll be back." Marvin brought a look of fear on his face.

"Federal Agents!" The yell came from the door, and suddenly the door burst open. The agents came in and found Marvin, who was just staring at an open window through which Jason had just jumped out of.

Allan Marks' Office

NYC, NY November 8th, 2011

Allan sat at his desk. A beeping came from his phone and Allan sighed. He knew exactly what was going to happen. He same call, at least once a week, and he begrudgingly pressed the button to open up the intercom to his secretary outside.

"Your wife on line 1?" she asked. It felt like more of a command.

"Yeah", he answered, pressing the line 1 button.

"Allan?" her voice rang out.

"Marie. What's up?" he asked.

"We have a date tomorrow", she explained. Allan rolled his eyes, and he knew she knew he was doing so.

"Thanks for the update. See you then", he proclaimed, hanging up. The divorce had been getting ugly lately. But he was going to fight for his kid. A whooshing sound alerted him of another presence, and he whipped around just in time to see Jason land in his office.

"Could you not do that? Thanks", he commanded, as Jason sat on his office chair.

"So...I did it." Allan nodded.

"Awesome."

"No, Allan, it's not awesome. I just beat the crap out of some guy who might not even be guilty of what I'm forcing him to confess", Jason argued, getting up from his chair and eying Allan down. Allan rolled his eyes again. The stress.

"What do you want to do?" he asked. Jason shook his head.

"I want this to be put off for a while. The whole reason we started this vigilant thing was so that we could help people, not hurt them."

"And to stop people from hurting." Jason became silent as Allan said this. He knew he was right in a sense, but his morals were still there which meant the guilt was too. He didn't sign up to hurt people.

"I don't think this guy is even going to confess, Allan." Allan sat behind his desk and began writing something. Both sat in silence, letting the awkwardness soak into them. Allan threw down his pen and rubbed his eyes.

"Then we'll stop. I don't know why you want to, but we will."

"At least until you get your moral straight. Think about these things, okay?" Jason asked. Allan nodded in a way of legality, and looked up as he hear another whooshing sound. Jason was gone.

New York City Street

November 8th, 2011

Claire found the taxi being stopped.

"What is going on?" she asked the driver as she leaned forward. As he pulled into a small spot on the curb, he came into view. Claire's unemotional face got emotional pretty quickly. Matt Parkman was holding his badge up, motioning for the taxi driver to pull over.

"No! Keep going!" she exclaimed, getting ready to make a run for it.

"I cannot, he is a federal agent", the taxi driver justified before putting the car into park. Matt Parkman walked over and opened the door, sitting inside the back seat in his usual arrogant way. Claire tried to open the door but Matt held a gun to her as the taxi driver ducked.

"Hey! You!" he said. The taxi driver looked at him. "Yeah, you. Keep driving", he said. He tossed with the idea of making him do so telepathically but decided against it. He could let people have their own free will once in a while. But the gun was convincing enough, and the taxi driver continued to drive. Matt turned to Claire who was about to open the door. "And you, don't think about it. I'll have a bullet in the back of your head and your body laying at headquarters quicker than you think." Claire gave him a resilient smile.

"Why don't you just force me to?" she asked. Matt returned the smile.

"Don't make me then, Claire", he explained. Claire began thinking of the ways she could escape. The door was her only option, but the car was moving pretty fast from the nervous taxi driver. Matt looked at him. "Slow down!" he yelled. His command was affirmed in the driver's actions.

"What do you want?" she asked, turning to him in hopes that he wouldn't notice her hand slowly reaching for the door handle.

"I don't want anything. I don't care about you. But my superior does." Claire cocked her head.

"Superior?" she asked.

"Things changed a bit", he explained. He felt shamed almost, even in front of Claire, to admit he had been undermined. Without Nathan to protect him, people didn't trust him as Head of DHS. "Now my superior wants to find out why you're alive. Did Nathan protect you? What happened? All that jazz", Matt explained. Claire was confused. Matt didn't know Nathan was really Sylar. If Peter was going to change things, Claire figured the less Matt knew the better. Her hand wasn't too far away from the door handle.

"So...where does that leave us?" she asked, trying to buy time before he handcuffed her or did whatever he was planning on doing.

"That means I'm going to bring you to headquarters in this cab. Things are going to be peaceful. No trouble, Claire." Claire could almost feel the handle close to her hand. She had one more question.

"Do you know where my father is?" she asked. That smile came on his face, and Matt refused to show the true guilt he had over what he had done to her father.

"No." Claire, realizing he wouldn't tell her anyways, opened the handle and let herself fall out of the car unto the busy city street. She could feel a wheel run over her arm and she heard snapping and then swerving and honking as the traffic avoided her body. She got up quickly, her limbs and scraped skin already regenerating.

"STOP!" Matt yelled, as the nervous driver did so and Matt rushed out, looking behind the car and finding no one. Claire had escaped.

New York Hospital

November 8th, 2011

"Hi mom."

Peter waited nervously for her reaction. Well, her condition didn't allow much room for her to react, but he waited anyways. Mohinder recognized the woman's face and he definitely had a reaction. He pulled Peter close.

"This is your answer?" he asked. "Trusting this woman?"

"This woman, Mohinder, is my mother." Peter knew her ability had allowed her to see things, and knowing the woman she was, she knew things too. "She can help us." Mohinder stared into Peter's eyes, not sure whether to argue or trust the confidence hidden in his eyes. He backed off. Peter walked over to the bed and sat in a chair, close to his mother.

She looked horrible. Her face was partially burned and her body weak and fragile. Peter looked away for a moment, wrestling with the guilt that her condition was his fault.

"Well at least look at me if your coming for my help after all these years", she commanded. Peter looked up. Angela smiled, and then her eyes wandered over to Mohinder. "Leave." Her strength surprised Mohinder, who looked at Peter, who responded with a nod. A second later, Mohinder was waiting in the hall, and he closed the door.

"Mom, I..."

"You need my help, right? You want answers. I thought you had Nathan for that."

"Mom...Nathan's dead." Peter looked into her eyes, and found no reaction. Just the manipulative, cold mother that she had grown into for the past five years. What came next angered Peter.

"So you finally found out he was Sylar?" she asked. Peter hesitated.

"You mean you knew?" he asked with a disgusted look on his face.

"Mmhm", she grunted. Peter stood up, walking to the window and looking out at the grassy knolls of the hospital property. He wasn't sure how to react. He turned back to her, looking at the dark side of the room her hospital bed lay in.

"Why didn't you tell us?" he asked, his voice slightly raised. Angela chuckled.

"Isn't that why I'm laying here, like this? To pay for my crimes as the meddling mother? You're the one who did this, Peter", she explained. Peter shook his head.

"No, Sylar did this to you."

"And you helped him."

"I never did! We agreed to take down the Company, because you and that Bishop guy were coming after us. Trying to recruit us. Ruining lives, like you had been for decades. Sylar took it one step too far!" Peter was yelling by the end of the sentence. "And now, Mom, he took it another step too far, and you let him."

"And I'm supposed to feel guilty?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Peter, you're the one who made it clear I should stay out of everyone's lives. After you and Sylar took down the Company, you told me that. And look where it got you. "
"Mom, don't give me that. You know well that this isn't about doing what I said. It's revenge for what happened", he gutted out her intentions. Angela fell silent for a moment.

"And don't tell me you don't think it was deserved." More silence. Peter made his way back to the chair, sitting down.

"Mom, Hiro is dead. Hiro could have stopped this. Together, we could have stopped this." Angela chuckled once more.

"You could have stopped it a long time ago, Peter", she revealed.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"When I tried to 'recruit' you, take down Sylar, 'meddle' in your life, me and Robert Bishop were trying to start preparing", she said. Peter had no idea what she was talking about. "Preparing to change the Company's purpose. A long time ago, when it was first formed it was to make sure the government never repeated their wrongs."

"And what wrongs are those?" Peter asked.

"Hunting us. Researching us. Genocide. Segregation. It's happened before, and we were going to make sure it didn't happen again. And you and Sylar stopped us. Misinterpreted what we were doing. And Nathan just set up the reaction."

"Nathan? You mean Sylar."

"No, I mean Nathan. He started this, it was Sylar who took it over. Sylar didn't get his hands on Nathan for a few years", Angela explained. Peter remembered something Sylar had said. When I killed Nathan he had already turned on his own kind

"Mom, all of this aside, I need your help. I need your dreams."

"And why don't you just dream for yourself?"

"Because, mom, I've had this for five years. You've had it for decades."

"I did have a dream", she said, as Peter smiled and grabbed her hand.

"Thank you."

Outside a House, New York City

November 8th, 2011

Claire waited for her mom to answer the door. This was going to be awkward and hard. Everything was spiraling out of control. Another voice mail message from her father was annoying and worrying and she snapped the phone shut as the door opened. They found each other face to face.

"It'll only be for a day or two." Claire waited for a response.

"Yes, come in", Meredith said, motioning her before slamming the door shut.

The Sands (Club) Las Vegas, NV

November 8th, 2011

He walked in with confidence. He wasn't completely sure about what he was doing, but he had been ordered to do so. He looked around the club suspiciously, finally catching sight of the two bodies laying on a table. He walked to the Caucasian one and turned him over. A piece of glass lay in his head, and it slipped out as the man pulled it. Now he had been told to leave, and quickly.

As the door to the club shut behind him, Sylar awoke, breathing in fresh air in a huge gasp.

New York City Hospital

November 8th, 2011

Mohinder waited impatiently, nodding to the doctors and nurses that passed by. Peter had been in there for hours now, and Mohinder wondered whether her should open the door or not. He did not trust this woman. She was part of the Company. But Peter did. And Mohinder trusted Peter. The door to the room opened. Peter stepped out and looked at Mohinder.

"What do we do now?" he asked.

"This. Got it from Sylar", Peter explained, as his appearance changed and Mohinder found himself looking at Nathan Petrelli.

Author's Note: Oh my gosh! Okay, so that ends the first chapter, look out for the next chapter in four parts! Sorry, I got lazy the last three scenes, but I think I got the twists across. Questions you may want to ask- What is Sylar going to do? Who pulled the glass out of his head? How will Peter assimilate into Nathan's life and take back the Presidency? How will Claire bond with Meredith? Will Niki successfully rescue Monica? What's Matt's next move? What effect will abilities and heroism have on Allan and Jason's relationship and lives? Stay tuned, kids, for the next chapter "Assimilate". I don't know. Hope you liked it.