Disclaimer: I don't own StarGate or Heroes. Heroes is owned by Tim Kring, and StarGate is owned by Brad Wright and Jonathan Glassner.
A/N: Thanks to all of you for your incredible reviews! Also: I don't know if Nathan knows about Jessica, but he does in this, Ok?
Nathan frowned at the woman pointing a gun at him.
"Do I know you?" he asked.
"Uh, no….sir, but I'm from Earth."
"Ah, I see."
"Senator….how did you get up here?" the woman asked, looking around curiously.
"Rings," he answered.
"Ba'al kidnapped you?"
"No. I came up here willingly," Nathan answered.
"Major Carter," a man by the door announced. "Someone approaches." Major Carter nodded and hurried over to join him. They waited, weapons ready, as the door opened and a familiar blonde woman walked in, stopping to stare at Carter and the man with her.
"Nikki?" Nathan gasped. She looked at him and then a sly smile spread across her face.
"Look who's here," she said, cheerfully. "Just the man I wanted to see." She walked over and Nathan hugged her tightly. All too late, he glimpsed at the helix tattoo on her shoulder and heard the harsh chuckle pass her lips.
"Jessica?" he demanded, pulling away. She smirked at him.
"Gotcha!" she sang triumphantly before grabbing him by the throat and lifting him into the air. He hung there, gasping for air. She glared up at him. "You're going to pay for this, Nathan. I'm going to make you regret hurting us."
"All right, take it easy!" Carter yelled, lunging forward with her gun. Jessica barely glanced over as she shoved the woman away. The man lunged forward, but before he could do anything, the door opened and Ba'al himself walked in, flanked by several Jaffa.
"Jaffa, kree!" Ba'al commanded. Two of the Jaffa ran over and grabbed the man. Jessica didn't move. Her eyes were locked on Nathan's, as cold as a nuclear winter. "Release him!" Ba'al ordered.
"Being thrown against a wall didn't kill you?" Jessica said bitterly. "I'll have to throw harder next time!"
"Let him go!"
"No!" Jessica snarled. "He betrayed us! He has to die!"
"Jessica, release him!"
"Please!" Nathan gasped. Ba'al walked over to face Jessica.
"Jessica," he said softly. "Put him down. Now. I promise you, he will face the consequences of his actions soon enough. But for now, we have other concerns!"
"Like what?" Jessica snapped, finally tearing her gaze off of Nathan to glare at the man. Ba'al smiled slowly. Nathan felt a chill run up his spine. This wasn't good.
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"Any sign of activity?" Barrett asked as he, Jack and Daniel joined the group that was waiting outside the enemy's base.
"Negative, sir," the lead agent said. "We've found four tunnels and are prepared to send teams into each of them."
"Sounds like a plan," Barrett said with a nod. "Miller, why don't you take the colonel with you? Dr. Jackson, you're with me. Let's move. Remember; use lethal force only if necessary!"
Behind everyone's back, Miller reached down to feel his medical pouch. Still there. He sighed in relief. Good. It was only a matter of time.
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Janet was still sitting on the bed in the infirmary, remembering the look in Peter Petrelli's eyes when he'd zapped Henry. His dark eyes had been strangely calm, and when he'd looked at her, he'd looked worried, like she was his own flesh and blood. Standing, Janet went into Daniel's office and found the file he'd gotten from the NID. Going back to her desk, she sat down and began to read it. Most of it was information she already knew, so she flipped through it until she found a psychoanalysis that had been done on Peter several years ago. Eagerly, she got more coffee and began to read.
Mr. Petrelli is an interesting case. He seems to be the underdog in the family, which makes it probable that he is suffering from resentment from all his brother's accomplishments. Despite this, Peter Petrelli has shown a rare empathy towards those around him. He seems to care about each of them, individually and as a whole. An unknown source once quoted him to ask "if we save ourselves, who's going to save everyone else?" This statement shows that Petrelli believes all life is valuable.
Janet frowned. Why was this man so dangerous? Maybe it told more later on in the analysis.
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Daphne paced nervously. She kept looking at the phone, chewing on her lower lip. Should she call him? Granted, he and Nathan hadn't spoken in years, and though rumors had circulated that they were living in the Springs now, the senator had made no effort to contact his family. Daphne sighed, sitting down in the senator's desk chair and spinning around in it. What to do…..what to do…….
Standing, she came to a decision. Nathan had never told her not to contact Peter, and it stood to reason that Nathan's little disappearing act might be of some interest to his brother. Grabbing a pen, she scrawled a note for anyone else who might be looking for her. Then she grabbed her messenger bag and started running.
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Hiro Nakamura sat down at his desk and sighed. Getting ready for a wedding wasn't easy. Especially when you're out thirty yen, he thought grouchily, thinking of the bet he and Ando had made when his friend had announced that he and Kimiko, Hiro's sister, had a date. Hiro had declared that it wouldn't lead to anything. The next thing he knew, Ando and Kimiko had been dating for several months and they were engaged. Since their father had died, lots of things had fallen onto Hiro's shoulders: their company, the business, and his guardianship over Kimiko. Kimiko had instantly asked Hiro to give her away, leaving Ando to search for another person to serve as his best man. Now Hiro was trying to figure out wedding details, where to get his tux, how to not trip in the aisle and embarrass his sister on her wedding day……..
Weddings were almost harder than saving the world!
Suddenly, the Star Trek theme began playing in his pocket. Frowning, Hiro pulled out his cellphone and glanced at the ID. He grinned and answered it.
"Nemesis?"
"Are you ever gonna call me Daphne?" she asked, though he could tell from her voice that she wasn't too mad. She sounded…..distracted.
"You are my nemesis!" Hiro said firmly.
"Yeah, whatever. Look, I need your help,"
"Huh?" Hiro asked, by now thoroughly confused. In the background, he suddenly heard shouting.
"Look, Hiro," Daphne said hastily. "I have to go. Meet me at the safehouse." Then she was gone. Hiro stared at the phone. Then he looked down at all of the wedding contracts he still needed to sign. Sighing, he looked at the clock. He had only a few hours to get those things in! Then he smiled. It's a good thing I can stop time.
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Daphne dropped the phone and started moving as the reporters began running towards her.
"Miss Millbrook! Is it true that Senator Petrelli has left the campaign due to a terminal illness?" a man yelled. She resisted the urge to stop. Where do they get these theories? Ducking into a side alley, she glanced over her shoulder to ensure that no one would see, and then she started running. To the reporters who ran into the alley seconds later, she had simply disappeared.
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Jack followed the agent who'd been dubbed "Miller" down the corridor. These people weren't sparing any expenses, he thought, noting the tiled flooring. He'd tried to do that to his place and it had cost him a year's paycheck just for the bathroom. Miller suddenly held up a gloved fist as they heard a noise. Jack tensed, his fingers gripping his P-90. There was a whoosh, a blast of wind, a blur, and then silence. Miller didn't hesitate.
"C'mon! Go, go!" he yelled to his team. Jack found himself running after the thing, not sure what he was chasing…..or where it would lead.
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Molly couldn't help but shiver as she was hurried down the hallway. She hated running. It was hard and she never knew if everyone was going to be there after the grown ups stayed to fight. And although she was with Mohinder, she had to admit that being away from Gabriel kind of worried her. Molly would never forget what had happened when she'd walked into the laboratory:
"Mohinder?" she called, shutting the door behind her. "I'm back. Matt? Mohinder?" Silence. Frowning, she'd tossed her bags beside the door and gone down into the main part of the loft. She'd glanced over and saw the remains of It. Mohinder later told her that it was a nest, something he'd built before he'd managed to cure himself.
"You must be Molly," said an unfamiliar voice. She'd turned to see an older man sitting at Mohinder's desk.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Arthur Petrelli," the man said, standing. "I've wanted to meet you for quite some time, young lady."
"Where's Mohinder?" Molly demanded, feeling panic well up in her chest.
"He left some time ago," the man said, taking a step towards her. "I can take you to him," he offered, holding out her hand. Molly stared at it. Was he telling the truth? He seemed nice……
A jolt of electricity suddenly slammed into the man, sending him flying backwards. Gasping, Molly whirled around and then let out a cry. The Boogeyman was standing there, glaring at the man.
"Stay away from her!" he yelled. The man straightened up and lunged towards Molly. There was a blur and then Peter Petrelli was standing in between them.
"Leave her alone," he commanded, his fists becoming two bright balls of flame.
"Peter!" Sylar yelled. "Teleport out of there! Now!"
"Get Molly out of here!" Peter commanded.
"I'm not leaving you!"
"Gabriel, GO!"
Molly frowned. Gabriel? Who was that? Sylar ran over to her and she shrank back, terrified.
"It's going to be OK, Molly, I promise. You just need to come with me!"
"No!" Molly cried, feeling tears prick the corners of her eyes.
"Molly, listen to me-!" he began, but just then a man appeared behind him.
"She's scared," he said happily. Sylar stood up and turned to face the man. Molly looked over towards Peter and the older man, but she just saw two huge lights that seemed to be fighting. Sylar hit the other man and then turned and picked her up! She screamed and started to struggle as he carried her outside.
"Molly!" yelled a voice. Matt!
"Help me!" Molly screamed.
"Where's Peter?" Matt shouted to Sylar. Molly stared at him. He was working with Sylar???
"Inside," Sylar answered. Matt nodded, laying a hand on his gun.
"I'm going in after him. You get her out of here," he ordered, nodding to Molly.
"Don't you think you should take her?" Sylar blurted out. Matt looked at him and then vanished inside. Sylar huffed and then adjusted his grip on Molly. Her hands freed, she started pounding on him with her fists. He ignored her mostly, only telling her to move her blows because he couldn't see.
"Sylar!" called a voice. Molly craned her head, her heart pounding. Was it possible?
"Mohinder!" she cried. The scientist ran towards her and Sylar put her down. She ran over and hugged her friend as a white-haired woman appeared. Mohinder picked Molly up and looked at Sylar.
"Where's Peter?" he demanded.
"In there," Sylar answered. "With Arthur. He told me to get Molly to safety,"
"Matt?" asked the woman.
"Inside," Sylar said. The woman nodded and then was gone, superspeeding towards the loft.
"Why is he here?" Molly whispered to Mohinder.
"He's on our side now," Mohinder replied. "Don't worry, it's all right." Just then, the door to the loft opened and the man who'd fought Sylar ran out, looking around for him.
"Mohinder!" Molly gasped. Sylar looked over and saw the man. He looked back at Mohinder.
"Get her out of here!" he commanded. "Now!"
"Sylar!" Mohinder yelled as the killer turned towards his foe.
"Go, Mohinder!"
Mohinder turned and ran, carrying Molly with him. Just before they rounded the corner, the last thing Molly saw was the boogeyman taking a stand to protect her.
Ever since then, Molly had considered Sylar dead and Gabriel his good twin brother.
"Did you hear something?" Micah asked her suddenly. Molly blinked, interrupted in her thoughts.
"What?" she asked.
"Did you hear something?" he repeated. Molly listened. She didn't hear anything.
Without any warning, several men exploded into the corridor in front of them. Molly screamed as she saw guns leveling at them.
"Don't!" one of the men suddenly yelled, staring at her and Micah. Molly stared at him. He was young looking, with glasses, and he looked more like a teacher than a soldier. A man appeared beside him, studying them.
"Well done men," he said. Then he looked at Mohinder. "Where are the others?"
The doctor replied with something Molly didn't think she was supposed to have heard. The man smiled and then stepped forward. "I suggest you lead us to your friends, Dr. Suresh," he advised, looking down at Molly. "After all, we wouldn't want anyone to get hurt, would we?"
Clenching his teeth, Mohinder shook his head and began leading the men back down the tunnel.
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Jack slowed as he heard voices. He and Miller paused outside the door, listening in.
"What are you doing here?" demanded a voice Jack recognized as Petrelli's.
"I had to come find you," replied a breathless voice. "Nathan's missing."
"Missing?" demanded another voice. "Since when?"
Then Miller moved. He exploded into the room, yelling for everyone to freeze. Jack and the other men followed. As he raised his gun, Jack looked at the people in the room: two men, both recognizable as Gabriel and Peter Petrelli, and two women, one with blonde hair and the other with white, short hair. At the sight of them, Peter tensed, blue fire erupting in his fist.
"Don't do it!" Jack commanded, raising his gun. The white haired woman's eyes flickered towards the door. Miller saw and moved his gun.
"Daphne, look out!" Gabriel yelled, one hand shooting out. With a gasp, Daphne flew backwards. Gabriel caught her, one arm around her waist to steady her. The weapon fired, its bullet shooting towards the wall. It stopped, hanging in midair before dropping harmlessly to the floor.
"That's enough!" Peter growled.
The door behind them suddenly opened and two teams came in, herding the rest of the group. The younger girl charged
"Cassie?" Jack called. She saw him and her eyes widened.
"Jack!" she cried, running towards him. Before she could reach him, however, Miller suddenly grabbed her, dragging her backwards.
"Miller?" Agent Barrett yelled. Cassie yelped and then Miller released her, holding up an empty syringe.
"Don't touch me!" he warned. "I just injected her with a virus. Anyone touches her, they get infected and die!"
Cassie stared as everyone backed away from her.
"Jack?" she asked, trembling.
"You planned this," Barrett realized, looking at Miller.
"I've worked my a— off for the NID for the past nine years," the man growled. "And what'd I get? 'Honor and respect'! A few measly paychecks!"
"So what'll you get by doing this?" Daniel asked, appearing behind Barrett.
"More wealth and power than anyone could fathom," the agent answered with a happy grin. His grin vanished as he was slammed against the wall. Jack looked around and saw Petrelli standing there, one hand raised, holding Miller in his telekinetic grip.
"Where's the antidote?" he demanded. Miller chuckled.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" he gurgled. His face twisted in pain as Peter's grip tightened.
"Where is it?" Peter snarled.
"Kill me and she dies for sure!" Miller choked out. Peter released him and he dropped to the floor in a heap. Peter walked over to him and began to move around him.
"I won't kill you, Miller," he said softly. "But that doesn't mean I can't hurt you."
Miller looked up at him and then began to scramble back as Peter advanced on him.
"Don't!" Cassie burst out suddenly. Peter hesitated, one hand already crackling with electricity. Cassie ran to him. "Peter, please!" she begged. "Don't hurt him!"
"You need the antidote, Cassie," he growled, his eyes still locked on the cowering Miller.
"We can get it from him," Barrett said. "We'll go to StarGate Command, they can find out where it is!"
"I'm going with you," Peter said instantly.
"No," Gabriel blurted out.
"I can touch her without getting hurt," Peter continued, ignoring his brother. "You're going to need someone to shield her from everyone else."
"We'll all go," Gabriel said, stepping over to his brother. "You're not going alone," he added, looking at Peter. Barrett nodded. The blonde woman stepped forward, looking around. She glanced at Jack and smiled grimly.
"We're off to see the Wizard."
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