(The Crash Site)

"You sense anything?" Carter asked.

Valencia focused, eyes glowing pink. "Strong power source about 5 miles to the East. Its Malcolm alright. I would recognize his signal anywhere." She paused, her eyes returning to normal. "I got no one else in the area…atleast at a 10 mile radius."

"Then lets get going. Vally…I mean you…I mean younger you…" Carter groaned. "This is very confusing."

"Think of how I feel. Atleast little me is potty trained…that would be real creepy."

As the two talked, neither realized that the Blackberry they had stolen from Nathan was leading some of The Hunter's men right towards them.

^&^&^&^

(The Swiss Alps)

"Where are you going?"

Joseph looked down at the nude form of Gabriella as he pulled his pants back on. A thin sheet was draped over her, the afternoon light dancing along her skin.

"It's the middle of the day…I have work to do."

Gabriella frowned. "I thought…we might…stay in?"

Joseph raised an eyebrow. "We have stayed in quite enough…even I need rest."

The brazilian pouted. "But I want us to have fun!"

Joseph shook his head. "Work must be done, as it leads to better things."

"I think you just don't want to be with me."

"What would give you that idea?" Joseph asked, kissing her check and making his leave. "Oh right…" he muttered. "I did."

^&^&^&^

Before Carter could open the door of the church, he found it pulling away, revealing a man dressed in dark clothing, looking at him with knowing eyes. "The Voice of God…and the Will of God." He nodded to Valencia. "About time you bloody well showed up."

Letting them inside, Malcolm led them to the priest that had taken care of him. "So, you are Malcolm's ride?"

Valencia grinned. "You could say that." She turned to Malcolm. "I suppose you know why we are here, don't you?"

"But of course, girlie…I know all." Malcolm paused. "Well, I don't know all, but it sounds cool."

Carter nodded. "Good to here. We have a plane waiting to take us back, and I'd rather like to be in the air sooner rather than later."

"It might have to be later." Malcolm said as a chaos line flared. "Excuse me." He stated, crouching down.

Instantly, the doors of the church were blown open, Nathan's agents swarming in and firing their weapons. Carter screamed in pain as the elctro-bullets struck him, sending him to his knees. The men aimed once more, Malcolm diving and dragging the priest out of the line of fire, while Valencia merely super-speeded out of the way.

"One down, we have one down!" One of the men called out, approaching Carter while the others targeted on Valencia. "Carter Daniels…"

The man gurgled as Valencia's hand latched onto his throat.

"Hello there. My name is Vally." She turned to the other men, using her other hand to lift up a pew and hurl it at them, knocking them over. "And you are?" The man gurgled. "I don't know how to pronounce that." She said in humor, though her voice like ice. "Do you know who that man is, the one you shot?" She glanced over at her father, his body working overtime to heal his injuries. "That is my dad. I love him, very much. I'm a daddy's girl, really. So, can you guess what the one thing I hate, in all this world, really is?" The man let out a final groan before Valencia crushed his windpipe. "People hurting my daddy." Her entire body began to glow, first pink, then a blood red. She tossed the corpse aside, igniting her hands. "Next?"

The agents all paused for a moment, before raising their weapons.

"So be it." Valencia said coldly, "Behold the Will Of God." And then she was rushing forward, slamming her fists into the nearest agent. The Men scrambled, but Valencia was just too fast, using her super strength to toss them about like rag dolls. Where Carter was emotion incarnate, Valencia was in complete control, attacking as if it were nothing more than simply an exercise and the agents were training dummies. She was catching them before they could even fire at her, twisting their rifles into pretzels then beating them to death with them. She was God's judgment given mortal form, unleashed on the intruders.

The priest performed the sign of the cross.

"Lord in Heaven…"

Malcolm shook his head. "Nah, mate, she's just one of his helpers." An electro-bullet came inches from the Englishman's head. "Time to move, father."

Valencia moved to one of the men, grabbing him and hurling him through the roof. Crouching, she leapt up, slamming past the ceiling and intercepting the man in the sky, grabbing ahold of him and throwing him back down into the church. She then flew, crushing another man as she landed flawlessly. Two agents moved at her, the woman holding out her hands, pink whammy flames striking them and ripping all their strength and intelligence from them, leaving them a twitch mass of bones and muscles. Turning her head, Vally looked at a group of 4 agents and dive bombed them, fists lashing out like pistons.

Carter groaned, the whammy energy pulsing and flashing as the deep puncture wounds he'd suffered finished healing. Tossing one of the elctro-bullets aside, he sat up, watching as Valencia calmly threw an agent through a stainglass window.

"Vally?" Carter questioned, watching his daughter tear the agents apart. "What the hell happened?"

Valencia paused, blowing a strand of hair from her eyes as she powered down. "Idiots tracked us down…must have been the Blackberry, should have seen that coming."

"Vally!" Carter shouted, one of the agents that had managed to hide leveling his gun at the back of her head. "Watch…"

BANG

Valencia and Carter blinked, the agent twitching as the electro-bullet that stuck in his neck took effect. Malcolm Grant grinned as he lowered the gun.

"I can bloody well keep this, right?"

^&^&^&^

(The Daniels Château)

"DAMN IT!" Lee snarled, throwing the canvas against the wall. "Damn it to hell!"

"Problem?" Ashleigh asked from the doorway, watching her son tear his art studio apart.

"I can't get the picture right." Lee muttered.

Ashleigh looked over at the pedestal that held what he was suppose to be painting.

"Its…a box."

And it was…a simple, white box.

Lee glared at her. "Don't laugh."

Ashleigh smiled. "I never would, baby." She wrapped her arms around him. "What's really the problem?"

"…I…I can't draw. I can't paint. I hit a road block…I set my pencil to the paper, brush to paint…nothing." He closed his eyes. "I've been using all my extra drawings…but I am running out."

"…this is because of Galatea, isn't it?" Lee nodded his head weakly. "She wouldn't want you mourning her like this."

Lee sighed. "I can't help it…I keep thinking about her, of our time together…then nothing." Ashleigh ran her fingers through his hair. "Does it ever go away?"

"…no. It gets better…but it never does."

Lee let his mother hold him for quite some time.

^&^&^&^

"How are you feeling?" Valencia asked, helping Carter up.

"Fine…my nerves are in agony, but that's fading fast." He nodded over at Malcolm, who was happily gathering every weapon he could find on the agents and putting them in his jacket. "Are you sure this is the man we need?"

"Oh yeah." Valencia stated. She looked down at one of the agents. "What do you want to do about this?"

Carter grinned. "We go back and castrate Nathan Petrelli."

"Now hold on there." Malcolm said, hurrying over to them. "I hate the bloody wanker as much as you do, but there are better, more cruel ways to deal with him."

"How's that?" Carter questioned.

Malcolm held up a hand, watching as the chaos lines flashed. "Give me your phone."

^&^&^&^

Joseph stalked towards the holding cells, ready to take his pound of flesh. He had played by Marie's rules, but he was tired of waiting and wanted to deal with this now.

"Hello Biddy." Joseph said as he strolled into her cell. "We need to…"

Several of Marie's guards aimed their weapons at his head.

"Talk."

"Leave, Joseph." Lorenzo said coldly. "now."

"Now…what seems to be the problem?" Joseph asked pleasantly.

"The problem is you, Joseph. And I am removing the problem. Now please, leave."

Joseph tilted his head. "But of course…I merely wanted to talk to Biddy, what whatever makes you happy…"

^&^&^&^

(Building 26)

RING…RING

Nathan frowned, picking up the phone. "Hello?"

"You have a collect call from…" Carter said mockingly.

"Daniels." Nathan muttered, running his fingers through his hair.

"Got it in one." Carter stated. "You just couldn't follow my advice, could you Petrelli?" He chuckled. "Have you been getting the nightmares yet?"

"Make this easy on yourself, Carter. I have more men on the way…you can't beat them all."

"I can just kill enough to make a wall around this church. Worked in 300." Carter answered. "By the way, I'm a speakerphone…say hello, Malcolm."

"Hello, Malcolm." Malcolm Grant joked.

Nathan shut his eyes. "Malcolm…you have to see yourself that you can't win…that all you are doing is putting innocents in danger. I'm trying to make the world a better place…"

"So was Hitler, ya asshole." Malcolm snapped. "I warned you too, Petrelli…now you have to pay the price."

Nathan shook his head. "You can still surrender…I'll tell the next wave of soldiers…"

Valencia laughed. "Oh, Mr. Petrelli…you have bigger things to worry about. Starting in 3…2…1…"

RING…RING

"Keep us on the line…we'll wait." Carter stated.

Annoyed, Nathan picked up the second phone. "What?" he barked.

"Petrelli."

"….Mr. President. Sorry…sorry for my tone, I'm just…"

"Is Carter Daniels on the line?" The President said, cutting Nathan off.

"I…" Nathan stammered.

"It isn't that hard of a question. Is Carter Daniels there…are you speaking with him."

Nathan struggled to come to gripes with this new development. "I have him on the phone…"

"Patch us in, now." The President said coldly. Nathan did as he was told, wondering what the hell as going on now. "Mr. Daniels?"

"Hello, Mr. President. "Carter said calmly. "What may I do for you?"

"On behalf of the United States Government, I would like to apologize for the actions of Mr. Petrelli. Rest assure, you, nor your family and associates, will be bothered by him again."

Nathan's eyes widened. "Sir…Carter Daniels is one of the most wanted men on my list…"

"Not anymore." The President informed him.

Nathan was growing deserapte now. "I don't know what he did, Sir, but he is a menace." His voice grew quieter. "I thought we had this settled with Homeland Security…"

"This is different from that." The President said coolly."

"Sir…as a citizen of this country, he is subject…"

"That is where you are wrong, Mr. Petrelli." The President stated. "As of 5 hours ago, Carter Daniels renounced his citizenship. Furthermore, 10 minutes later he was made officially a citizen of France...more than that, the French Government declared Carter their ambassador of goodwill and commerce to these United States."

Nathan's mind whirled at this revelation. "But…that would mean…"

"That when you sent your men after him, in the eyes of the French Government, you declared war." The President's tone was sharp and deadly. "I just received word from the France that they will allow this one action to slide…but if you are to attack Carter Daniels again, it will be seen as an act of war, and they will not hesitate to return fire."

"Sir…this is a bluff…Daniels is trying to save his own skin…"

"Because its such a terrible thing, not wanting to be drugged and tortured." Carter muttered. "I thought you ran against those ideals, Mr. President."

"I did." The President stated.

"Sir…" Nathan pleaded, "can't we talk to the French Government, explain…"

"They know all about me." Carter interrupted. "My wife entered into an agreement with them several days ago…they know that I have powers, Mr. Petrelli. And they have welcomed me with open arms."

"As have other countries." The President said.

"O…other?"

"Mr. Daniels wife, Madrid Daniels, has dual citizenship: The United States and Spain. She has also renounced us, and Spain recognizes Mr. Daniels and his family as citizens as well. They too have stated that any further attacks on the Daniels family is an attack against them."

"Go mom." Valencia whispered.

"Mr. President, Malcolm Grant here. I was wondering if, perhaps, the Mother Country had contacted her former colonies about little ol' me?"

"They have." Nathan groaned at that news. "Mr. Petrelli…The British government wants to know why you have kept one of their citizens hostage for 6 months."

"I…I…" Nathan watched as everything he worked so hard for began spiraling out of control.

"Let me make this clear, Senator." The President said, tone brokering no rebuttal. "You will call off your agents, you will leave Mr. Daniels and his associates alone, and focus on targets that are within your jurisdiction. If you fail to do so, you will be answering to me. Am I clear?"

"…crystal." Nathan finally ground out.

"Good. Mr. Daniels, I once again apologize."

"I wish I could accept, Mr. President…but these horrible, unwarranted attacks on my family have left me feeling…betrayed." Carter did his best impression of Dr. Smith from Lost in Space. "Oh the pain, the pain of it all…"

"Hamming it up…" Valencia sang.

"I dare say I will not be able to recover…I believe that when I return to Mother France, I will have to reconsider my company's investments in America. If I am treated this way by a Senator…then I simply do not want Morbius INC dealing with the likes of him. And, I guess, that means I will need to talk to others within my social standing about how a CEO is treated in the "Land of the Free"."

"I will be sending the Secretary of State to meet with you when you return, Mr. Daniels…to see what we can do to rectify this situation…what we can give to make up for the Senator's mistakes."

"Thank you sir." Valencia said. "I hope Mr. Petrelli has not casued you further trouble."

Malcolm laughed. "Oh yeah…I'm sure between us and Japan…"

"Japan?" The President asked.

"…he didn't tell you he kidnapped Hiro Nakamura…heir to the Nakamura fortune…the wealthiest CEO in Japan?" Malcolm asked. "Bloody hell…wonder what they will do when they find out…maybe I should send them an e-mail…Petrelli, how do I use your e-mail function on this Blackberry? I want to send all your plans to a few people I know…for shits and giggles."

"And don't forget Mohinder Suresh…a respected professor in India…want us to drop a line to them for you too?"

"Goodbye, Mr. Daniels, Mr. Grant." The President said as the three hung up the phone. "Petrelli…when Patty told me she had this settled, that we would provide you with all your funds, I assumed that meant you were on the up and up. It appears that I will need to investigate her and her motives. Afterwards…you and I are going to have a meeting…to discuss what a junior senator is allowed to do to representatives from other countries."

Nathan slumped down in his chair, realizing that life had just dealt him another blow. "…of course, sir."

^&^&^&^

"We need to move Biddy." Lorenzo stated.

Marie frowned. "Then I am to assume that the fool Joseph made his move? That is what you are saying correct? Then yes, we will need to move her at once. Perhaps if we move her with…" She nodded. "Yes…yes that will work out nicely."

"It still doesn't solve our problem. Joseph is a loose cannon, and he has Gabriella wrapped around his finger. We need to get rid of him, or redirect his focus."

"As strange as it is for me to say, I wish that Carter Daniels would make his next move. He would provide the distraction Joseph needs, and should one of them kill the other, it would work out well for all of us involved."

^&^&^&^

The Hunter watched as Nathan walked up to the big board and began ripping photos down.

"I miss something?" He asked.

Nathan turned, holding up a picture of Carter. "Orders of the President…Carter Daniels is off the list…he and his family are to be left alone." He paused, looking at The Hunter. "Claire is his half sister…that means even if she does do something…we attack her, we attack him. And the President just gave Carter Daniels carte blanche

^&^&^&^

"Daddy!" Vally squealed, rushing up and leaping into her father's arms. "Missed you!"

"Missed you to, Princess." Carter said, kissing her. "Did you and mommy have fun?"

Vally grinned. "We went to the mall, the…uh…great American bass time."

"Past time." Madrid corrected. She glanced over at the future version of her daughter. "Did everything…"

"I had to touch Nathan Petrelli." Valencia stated.

Derek walked up to her, wrapping his arms around her tight. "Poor baby."

Sarah nodded. "Ew…that's like…diving into garbage."

"I suppose you'll be needing some answers, Mr. Grant?" Vic said.

Malcolm Grant stared off into space. "Nope, I'm good." He turned to the group. "Now, lets go."

Helena nodded. "Yes…we can grab Biddy…"

"No." Malcolm said, lines flashing. "Biddy is better off where she is…we are going someplace else."

"Huh?" All of them asked.

Malcolm pointed a fnger at them. "I am all for saying the girlie, mate, but not without a price. At the moment, the chaos lines say her kidnappers are actually helping her better than we can, so we can spare a day and make a road trip." He grinned. "I've been gone 6 months, only one thing I want: I want my girl back, and I want her now."