I don't own. I do own the abundance of OC's in here, though. And there are A LOT.

Hey... I just had an idea. When (SPOILER) Nathan dies, why did they do that whole thing with the switching of the minds and bodies and stuff? Why didn't they just get some of Claire's blood and put it in Nathan? It worked with Noah... Oh well. I'm just wondering that.

The children were out. The people who could not fight were out. For some reason Tony was still there.

Neviah and Samantha were still there too, even though Tony didn't know how well they would stand up in a fight.

"I can mash my power with Amanda's to hurt them, psychologically." Samantha explained.

Tony still didn't see.

"The thing here is to not get captured. Dying would suck too, but if you do Adusia can bring you back. As long as they don't take your body." Neviah told them. Alan came out of the next room with three boxes full of guns.

Tony got the honour of having three guns.

"You'll be shooting at them from the top floor." Neviah told him. "Try not to shoot us."

Ziva looked worriedly at him.

"I'm not shooting to kill," Tony told them.

"Don't worry. Well finish them if you start them." A man that could make fire said.

Tony swallowed.

Very soon he would be shooting at American government agents. He was a terrorist.

And yet, he couldn't think that way. Because they had labelled Ziva a terrorist, and all the people that had inhabited this building not an hour ago.

Children, their parents (or no parents, as a lot of them didn't), and people who were just trying to live their lives.

Tony couldn't let these people be hurt because they were different.

So he took the guns, and nodded.

And he watched as the serial killer talked to Amanda, listening as she told him not to hurt any Specials.

Samantha turned to him, and nodded. Ziva walked over to him.

"Be careful, Tony." She said.

"Me? I'll be behind a wall on the top floor. You're the one that'll be in danger." Tony told her.

"I have been in much worse fights, with a much worse team on my side." She said, smiling. But the smile was small, and worried.

Tony nodded.

Samantha and Amanda walked up to him, and they lead him to the roof to prepare.

Samantha would notice connections between the people, and Amanda would make illusions of them in danger.

Adusia would do her dance of death, and try to rescue as many people when they died as she could.

Ziva would do what she was best at, fighting.

The Bomb, still beaten and bruised, was very happy to be getting a chance to blow up the guy that had done that to her.

Alan would be staying with Neviah on the roof, as he could make them invisible so they wouldn't be in danger. Tony wondered what made him so dedicated to her.

Adelinde, who had showed up again would be protecting as many people as she could, using the force field.

Peter apparently could borrow people's powers, and he had borrowed Sylar's for the time being, and would be using the very large collection of powers to fight, as would Sylar.

Claire had insisted to be there, even though she couldn't exactly fight a bunch of people with tasers. So she would be up with Tony.

Matt would be pushing thoughts, trying to convince them to leave. He wasn't sure he could, since there would be a lot of them, and a lot of noise.

Mohinder would be fighting too, using his strength.

Ando would be electrocuting people with his red lightning thing.

Only a few other people had stuck around to fight. Apparently everyone would rather run, Samantha said.

Tony couldn't blame them, though. The people who had stuck around had been in fights before, had had to hurt people to protect themselves. The others couldn't imagine having to stay and fight if they had the option to run.

He took a deep breath.

They're coming.

The voice rang loudly through the air, echoing out from Neviah's mouth.

Tony shivered as power crackled through the air.

The vans pulled up quickly, and dozens of agents loaded out, fully armed.

"Shoot." Samantha muttered in Tony's ear. "Shoot them. We have to make the first move."

"GO!" a voice rang out, and Tony pulled the trigger as everyone released their power, taking out the entire first van of people.

And the fight began.

Line.

The smell of burned flesh filled the air, and dead bodies littered the ground.

They had managed to do it. Win this battle.

Tony didn't know how; actually, he did, a bit. Specials would never be weaker than normal people. Especially Specials with guns.

Adusia was going around bringing people back to life. There was a debate going on whether she should bring back the agents.

Claire was getting blood drawn to heal the injured.

Ziva was one of them.

Tony sat next to her, holding her hand as her face grew pale from blood loss. She had gotten shot in the arm, and she was bleeding. She also thought it probably broke her arm. But she was by far not the most injured, so she was waiting her turn for magic healing blood.

Samantha sat a few yards away, staring pointedly at Tony, then Ziva, then their interlocking hands.

Ziva sucked in a sharp breath.

"You okay?" Tony asked worriedly.

"I am fine, beside the gunshot wound and broken bone." Ziva replied lightly. "You were very good at shooting, Tony." She told him.

"Well, you were very good at fighting them." He replied.

"I was sure we would not win." Ziva said after a few minutes.

"No kidding." Tony agreed. His eyes slipped back towards Samantha, who was still looking pointedly at him.

Ziva noticed. "Is she your newest girlfriend, Tony?" she asked.

It hurt Tony how her voice was simply curious, not caring if he dated someone, when he knew if she dated someone he would want to shoot them. "No, she's not my girlfriend."

Apparently Samantha had heard, since she made a face and rolled her eyes at Tony.

"She has been staring at you the entire time you have been sitting here, and she has been by your side very often lately." Ziva said.

"She has an interesting... theory. And she wants me to confirm it." Tony said.

Samantha snorted. Apparently, being next to a gun as it went off multiple times had not hurt her hearing.

"Theory? Really? That's like saying it's a theory that fire is hot." She called out, seemingly to no one inperticular.

"She as good hearing." Ziva observed. "What is the theory?" she asked.

Tony opened his mouth, then closed it again, then opened it. But he was interrupted by someone coming by to give Ziva some of Claire's blood.

Tony's eyes narrowed at the syringe full of blood.

"Does she have any blood borne illnesses?" he asked.

The person holding it laughed. "The girl can't get a cold."

That confused Tony very much. Not only could she heal, but she couldn't get sick. What about cancer? A tattoo? Did her body simply reject everything that wasn't supposed to be there? What about parasites? Now his head hurt.

He watched the blood being injected into Ziva, and watched as she healed, the skin stitching back together. It was very odd to watch.

Neviah walked over, leaning slightly on Alan.

"Neviah." Ziva said, seeing her approach. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, dear. Just tired, is all. Turning invisible does that to me." She smiled fondly at Alan.

Tony watched them. He supposed they'd be a good match. Where most people might be bothered if their girlfriend couldn't see them, Alan was probably used to people not seeing him. And where most people would be bothered if their boyfriend could turn invisible, Neviah couldn't see him anyway, and she knew if someone was in the room with her, be it by her heightened senses, or the act that she could see the future.

Line.

"He looks like Sylar." Claire muttered as she had blood drawn.

"I know. It's kinda worrying." Amanda answered, watching Sylar as he followed Adusia around, watching her bring back the dead.

"What do we do if he attacks someone?" Claire asked. The person taking her blood swallowed loudly.

Amanda glanced at the blood taker. "Well, I guess I'll tell him who my father is." She decided.

Claire looked at her. "Oh yes. I get it. You tell him who it is, so he can go kill that guy instead of a Special. Makes a lot of sense. And at the same time you get to kill the dad that abandoned you."

Amanda snorted. "My father didn't abandon me." She explained. "My mom abandoned him."

Claire looked doubtful.

"No, really. My father... he loved my mom, and my mom loved him too. As much as she could." She sighed. "My mother wasn't exactly stable. Mentally. She had a very traumatic childhood, and that's probably connected to the... blackouts. She would wake up, and she'd be miles away from where she last remembered being, couldn't remember how she got there. My father, he wanted to help her. But it's hard to help someone that runs every time you aren't holding them down. Truthfully, I don't think that even if she didn't have those blackouts she would have stayed. Growing up, we never stayed in the same home for more than a month. She couldn't stand it."

Claire looked at her hands. "I'm sorry. I wish I could say that I understand, but I don't. I grew up in a happy home."

"I know. I'm not looking for someone from a broken home to tell me they understand. What I went through was not all that bad. My mom loved me, and I was happy. I didn't have a dad, and I didn't exactly live anywhere specific, but that didn't bother me." Amanda said.

"I'm sorry about your mom, Amanda."

She smiled sadly. "I don't know why people say that. You didn't kill her."

"I think they mean they're sorry she died." Claire said softly.

Amanda sighed, and looked over at Sylar. "The person who did kill my mom will be sorry. Once I tell Gabriel who held the gun, he will be sorry."