Author Shenanigans: Okay, I have a little bit of insight on Peter and Alaska's relationship in this chapter. I'll be adding more in the next chapter, which should hopefully be up at the end of the weekend. And to the person who has been messaging me and giving me some ideas on plot development, thank you! And to anyone who's been giving me reviews with ideas to improve, thank you as well! All of you guys are awesome. So yep, a bit more drama in this chapter. And I promise I'll stop swearing as much in chapters as well, for the couple of people who didn't like that. OTHER THAN THOSE FEW THINGS, enjoy!

Six Weeks Before

Alaska sat at a small table, a cup of lukewarm tea in her hand. Peter Petrelli sat opposite her. The silence between them was awkward, and made Alaska squirm. It was Peter that eventually broke the silence.

"I'm sorry," he said.

Alaska looked up. "For what?"

"Not being around the last sixteen years."

"You didn't know about me," Alaska remarked.

"But I knew about Caitlin. I just... I let her drop out of my life. I didn't even go back for her. I could have, if I'd have tried hard enough."

Alaska was silent. It was true. He should have gone back to help Caitlin. "She still loves you, y'know."

"Even after all this time?"

Alaska nodded. She knew Caitlin didn't want to love Peter anymore, but she did anyway. It was obvious.

"Look, Alaska..." Peter begun.

Alaska knew that tone. She knew what was coming.

"I have a full-time job. I work extra shifts all the time. And, I already have a family."

Okay, that last remark stung. She hadn't expected that.

"So, what are you saying?" Alaska asked. There was hurt in her voice, although she tried damn hard to keep it out.

"I don't know if I have room for a daughter in my life."

"I understand," Alaska lied.

"That doesn't mean I'm just going to drop out of your life, though. It just means I don't know if I can have you in my life all the time yet."

Alaska stood up. "It's fine. I have to go home and go to work, anyway. See ya around." She spoke as if she were speaking to a friend, and they'd just gone shopping, or to a coffee shop, or something. Alaska left, leaving the room quickly to avoid Peter seeing just how hurt she was. He already had a family. That didn't mean Alaska wasn't at least going to try showing that she was worth having around. She wanted Peter in her life. The feeling just wasn't mutual.

Alaska

Alaska woke up slowly. Her head was pounding, and, automatically she started reaching out for the lamp next to her bed, or her phone. Instead, she just found more mattress, and that's when she opened her eyes and remembered where she was. Nicholas stirred beside her, and Alaska stayed still until his breathing evened out, and he fell back asleep. She slid out from underneath the cover, being careful not to make any noise. She wanted some time alone for a little while. She tiptoed out of the room, and the cool air in the hallway felt nice on her cheeks, which had gone rosy from the heat of their room. She stepped into the computer room, surprised not to find Micah there. She'd expected him to be the first one awake and working.

Alaska sat down on one of the chairs, and started searching her brain - she needed to find out where that flight had gone. At least then maybe they'd all be able to do something about it. She placed her hand over the screen, and shut her eyes, mimicking Micah. Except, she didn't know what to think of. She racked her brains, her eyes darting around the room and desks. She saw a piece of paper, and picked it up. Something was scrawled on it.

Flight 195.

Yes! That had to be it. She placed her hand back on the screen, and thought of Flight 195, and Nathan Petrelli. Sure enough, results came up.

Flight no. 195

Location: Russellville, Alabama. Flight went down at approximately 3am this morning.

Many passengers are still missing.

Alaska's eyes widened. She read through the information twice. She clicked on a link that said "Person(s) information". Maybe that would tell her if Peter was still there or not.

Person(s) retrieved.

Claire Bennett. Current Location: Costa Verde, CA.

So they sent Claire home? Alaska thought. She carried on reading.

Daphne Millbrook. Currently being transported.

Tracy Strauss. Currently being transported.

Transported where? But Alaska couldn't help but smile. The others had gotten away. She grabbed a piece of paper, and scribbled down Russellville, Arkansas. She was going to go there. She had to. Peter and the others couldn't have gotten that far, and she needed to prove to him that she was worth having around. It sounded so simple. Alaska made her decision. She had to find Peter. Maybe Claire knew where he was. Maybe he was with Claire. There were so many maybes. Alaska stood up, and quickly clicked out of the files she'd brought up. The last thing she wanted was for Nicholas and Micah to find out where she was headed.

It was at that moment that Nicholas walked in, looking groggy and out of it. She quickly stuffed the paper up her sleeve.

"I'm going outside for a little while," Alaska lied smoothly. "It's boiling in here, and I need some air."

"Want some company?" Nicholas asked.

"No!" Alaska said quickly. Nicholas frowned. "I... I just need some space. I'll be back in fifteen minutes, tops."

Nicholas' face relaxed. He smiled, and nodded. Alaska stepped around him, although she felt a pang of guilt for lying. She'd never lied to Nicholas, and it felt horrible. She went into their room, and grabbed the car keys, as well as the wallet full of money. She guessed she might need the money. She walked and quickly as possible downstairs, and, the second she was outside, ran round the side of the building where Nicholas had said he'd parked the car. She fumbled in her haste, but, Alaska finally shoved the keys in the door, and climbed in. She prayed that the car would just come on silently and slide away from the warehouse. Of course, that wasn't the case. The car's engine was so loud, Alaska might as well have screamed up to Micah and Nicholas "Hey, guys! I'm leaving!"

But, she pulled away from the warehouse, and after a quick glance in the rear view, realized no one knew she'd left. Yet.

Alaska wasn't stupid. She knew it would take over a day to drive to Arkansas. However, if she got the train, it would take her nine hours. She needed to call Claire, as well, and see if she'd heard from Peter. Alaska drove out of Brooklyn into Manhattan, heading to Penn Station, and parked her car as close to the station as she could get. She remembered Claire's number by heart, and found a payphone. Claire picked up after the sixth ring.

"Hello?"

She sounded on guard, and Alaska wondered why briefly. Then she remembered where she was calling from - the number probably came up as 'Unknown', or something similar.

"It's Alaska."

Claire paused. Then she spoke in a hushed voice.

"Are you crazy? Alaska, I'm being watched, I can't speak to you."

"How did you get away?"

There was another pause.

"Nathan gave me a free pass. But that doesn't mean they're not watching me."

"I need to know where Peter is."

Alaska heard Claire sigh. It was a sympathetic sigh.

"You know what his situation is right now. Especially right now. He's on the run. I don't know where."

"But what about bef-" Alaska tried retorting with.

"He needed time to adjust to you. You know that."

"No, I didn't. He never told me that."

"You appeared out of nowhere, Alaska. You jumped into his life, and he wasn't ready for it. Look, I'm not going to talk about this with you now."

Alaska heard what sounded like a door opening, and a male voice in the background. "I have to go!" Claire hissed, and the line went dead.

Alaska slammed the phone back into its holder in frustration. "I'll find him alone, then," she muttered. Something inside her was telling Alaska to give up, though. To just go back to Nicholas and Micah and help anyone else they could help. To just forget about Peter. She'd lived sixteen, almost seventeen years without him, so why did she need him so suddenly now? Because I want a real family, her mind whispered back to her.

Alaska turned around. She was just going to go back to Nicholas and Micah. They'd just work together, help anyone else they could, like they'd planned. She'd get along without him. Screw Peter. Alaska turned around, and found a man behind her. He was maybe in his late thirties, and had one patch of white hair. He was dressed completely in black, and had a half-smirk on his face. He looked weirdly familiar. Why did he look so familiar? Had Alaska maybe seen him in the street, or was he a customer in the gas station? That's when she remembered. He was one of the men in the CCTV footage. He was one of the government agents rounding up people with abilities. People like Alaska.

"I was wondering when we'd catch up with you," he said. He spoke softly and calmly. As if he were speaking to an old friend. "You do know that there are cameras in just about every corner of New York City. We saw you when you drove out of Brooklyn."

"I could kill you now and not think twice about it," Alaska threatened. She was bluffing. To be honest, Alaska wouldn't hurt anyone unless she had to.

"I don't think so," Danko smirked. A second later, Alaska felt a dart lodge itself just below her shoulder, and she felt her body shudder. She must have been hit by a taser, or something similar. Her vision started rippling and blurring at the edges, although a second later, her vision went completely black. She still felt her body crash to the concrete painfully, though, just before she passed out completely.

Danko pulled out a phone, and dialed a number. "We caught the O'Donnell girl. Have Strauss moved from the cell, I want that room free."

Nicholas

Micah woke up shortly after Nicholas, and joined him in the computer room.

"Where's Alaska?" Micah asked.

"She went out to get some air, she'll be back in a little while."

Micah raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. "Who are we going to try and get a hold of first?"

"Alaska mentioned someone last night. West Rosen, or something like that? She sounded like he'd be good. How're you going to get a hold of him?"

Micah grinned. "I have my ways." He picked up a phone lying on the side, and left the room. Nicholas started clicking through the files, looking through some of the people the government were targeting. Some of them looked virtually harmless. There was one boy, Alex, who could breathe underwater. Another person could heal people just by touching them. How was that dangerous? If anything, that was useful. That could save lives. It was confusing. Nicholas saw that as well as his own name, Alaska and Micah's name showed up. Alaska... what the hell was taking that girl so long.

Micah walked back in. He chucked the phone to Nicholas, who caught it easily and placed it on the desk.

"I'm going to go check on Alaska," Nicholas said. "She's been out there nearly half an hour now."

Micah dismissed him with a wave of his hand. He had other things on his mind. Nicholas walked outside, and couldn't see anyone. He even walked around the perimeter of the building. He frowned. Something was missing, as well as Alaska. The car! Then he realized. She'd run off, and taken the car. He ran back inside, but his face obviously gave away what Micah was already thinking.

"She's gone, hasn't she?" Micah asked. Nicholas nodded. He was mostly hurt that she'd lied to him. He had to find a way to get her back.

"We can't just go after her," Micah said, as if he'd read Nicholas' thoughts. "You're on that list, and so am I. We step away from this warehouse, and they'll catch us."

"What if Alaska gets caught?" Nicholas snapped. Micah turned back to the computer.

"I think we're too late for that," Micah murmured. He motioned for Nicholas to come over. On the screen was Alaska's file. And at the bottom: Taken in. She'd been taken by them. How could she have been so stupid?! Nicholas thought. She KNEW she was being hunted. And she went out, in broad daylight, of all times!

Nicholas ran a hand through his thick mop of blonde hair. He was frustrated. He couldn't leave without the risk of being caught, and the government would be extra vigilant in the New York area now they'd caught Alaska. Nicholas and Alaska were normally joined at the hip - they'd probably guessed that he wasn't far off.

"I gave the address of this place to that West guy, though. If he comes, maybe he'll help us. We'll get her back, and then help the others."

Nicholas nodded, but he was still tense. He had no doubt that wherever Alaska was being taken, they'd have heavy security. It was weird, actually. He'd gotten so used to having Alaska around constantly that being away from her under these circumstances hurt.

"We're going to get her back," Micah said softly. "We just need a plan."