Author Shenanigans: Sorry it's been a while, I've had so much to do in the last week! I wrote the majority of this when I was sick, so, if any of it's jumbled/not making sense, blame that. This chapter's slightly longer, too. Other than that, enjoy!

It was almost midnight when Alaska, Nicholas, Micah and West finally returned to Brooklyn. And by that time, every single one of them were ready to pass out on their feet. Micah and West retired to their room, and Alaska and Nicholas retired to theirs. They were doing anything but sleeping, though.

"Are you okay?" Nicholas asked tentatively.

Alaska moved underneath the comforter, moving until she was facing Nicholas. She propped herself up on her elbows.

"I don't know," Alaska eventually replied. "I don't know if I did the right thing back there."

"Does it feel right to you?"

"I don't know. I always just... I just act. I don't even think about the consequences. Maybe most of this is my fault."

"So, you told Nathan to round us all up?" Nicholas teased. He was trying to lighten the mood, and Alaska appreciated it. He nudged Alaska. "You should sleep. You look exhausted."

"I know. I feel exhausted. I just don't feel like sleeping."

Nicholas stayed silent, as an incentive for her to carry on.

"When I was found, Danko told me that I'd been spotted on CCTV the second I left Brooklyn. He knows we're somewhere in Brooklyn. They're going to find us, I can feel it." There was a long pause.

"You know how a while ago you told me I should try and develop my ability?" Nicholas asked.

Alaska nodded.

"Maybe now would be a good chance to try that. Maybe I'll be able to see when they're going to come for us, so we can be out of here by the time they do that."

"How does your ability even work, though?" Alaska asked.

"I see things in my head, and get the urge to draw them. Everything's normally really sketchy until I finish the drawing."

"So you can't just see the future when you want?" Nicholas shook his head. "Maybe we can try and get you to do that. And after that, we can try and get you to see the whole vision, instead of just what you see."

"That could work." Nicholas stood up, and pulled Alaska to her feet. They went into the computer room, clearing a space on one of the desks. Nicholas sat, a paper and pencil in front of him. Alaska stood behind him expectantly. He held the pencil in his hand, and was tapping it against the paper.

"This isn't working," Alaska said impatiently, starting to pace.

"Like I said, Alaska, I can't just FORCE the future out-" his last word was cut off abruptly, and Nicholas fell silent. He was motionless. Alaska paused, and waited. Nothing.

"Shit," Alaska murmured, joining Nicholas. "Nicholas, are you okay?" she asked, shaking his shoulder. He didn't say or do anything. He just sat there. "Nicholas!" she shouted, shaking him. Nicholas finally turned to look at her, but the eyes that were looking at Alaska weren't Nicholas'. They were completely white. Alaska was about to run and get Micah, when Nicholas turned back to the paper, and started drawing. Then, she understood what was happening - he was seeing the future. She pulled up a chair next to Nicholas, and tried prompting him. He could only draw what he saw, and know nothing else about the situation. Alaska was going to make sure he knew the full picture.

He had one hand free, and Alaska took it. He started drawing, and Alaska repeated the same couple of sentences over and over. "Look at everything around you. What else is happening?"

After almost an hour, Nicholas let go of the pencil. Alaska watched as his eyes returned to normal. He looked down at their linked hands. "Did you just copy my ability?" he asked.

"I can reject abilities if I want to, smartass," Alaska retorted. Nicholas' smile was back. "So, what happened?" she asked.

The smile faded. "I... I don't know where to start. I saw the scene in front of me. I managed to go back, to the beginning, and I saw everything. It was like I was floating somewhere nearby and was watching it all happen. I saw us. I saw Micah. I saw the man who was with Nathan - the one with the white hair."

"Danko?"

"Yeah, him."

"What else happened?"

"We were running. They're going to find us. I couldn't work out when, but they're going to come for us. We ran, Micah and West were with us, but Micah left something there. I don't know what. He ran back. You, me, and West, we hid. You know where that old, run-down truck is, just near the entrance?" Alaska nodded. "We hid there. Next thing I know, Micah is running out the building. The agents see him, and he gets cornered, right near that ledge is next to the water."

Nicholas paused. Alaska waited patiently for him to carry on.

"He was shot. He fell in the water. He died, Alaska. Micah's going to die."

Alaska was silent for a long time. "We need to tell him," she finally said.

"I'd like to hear that conversation. 'Hey, Micah, we have something to tell you. I saw the future, and you're going to die.' Can't wait."

Alaska looked at the picture. Sure enough, Micah was standing on the ledge near the water, and his face was a mixture of pain, sadness, and panic. There was a hole through his chest, where the bullet had gone through. Alaska refused to believe he was going to die.

"Wait, you drew that picture of me. When Sylar got a hold of me, and was killing me. I'm alive now!" Alaska's spirits lifted.

"Except you can heal. Micah can't."

"I can't what?"

Nicholas and Alaska both jumped guiltily as Micah walked in. "And why the heck are you guys still awake? It's nearly 2am."

Nicholas and Alaska shared a look. Alaska was the first one to make a move. She passed the piece of paper to Micah, who stared at it, his face unreadable, for a long time.

"We're not going to let you die, Micah," Alaska said softly. "We can change the future."

"How?" Micah asked. He sounded like he was bordering on tears.

"I don't know. We'll get through this."

Micah shook his head. He opened his mouth to speak, but Alaska had a sudden brainwave, and cut him off.

"Nicholas! You said that he'd run back to get something when we all left. If he doesn't go back for whatever he was going back for, then he won't die."

Both of their faces lit up. Alaska grinned. For once she was solving trouble, instead of causing it.

"Problem solved," she said triumphantly.

"We still need to be ready for when they come find us," Nicholas warned. "When I saw it, it was nighttime. I think we're safe tonight. But we need to be ready each and every night. Go and pack what you'd need most, and make sure it's ready to grab and go if we need to. Until then, we just carry on like we were before."

Micah and Alaska exchanged a look.

"Sounds good to me," Micah said, although he still looked uneasy. "I have stuff to do today. I'm leaving the building."

Alaska stared at him. "Micah, are you sure you should leave? Nathan's probably going to be on our backs now."

"I won't get caught," Micah promised, his grin coming back. "I just really need to do this. And you two... I have something you can do."

Alaska and Nicholas stayed silent, and Micah continued.

"You know Claire, right?"

Alaska nodded.

"I got her to help someone, this guy called Alex. She's got him onto a train to Albuquerque. Alaska, how quickly do you think you could fly to Albuquerque?"

"I don't know. A couple of hours, maybe? I'm still not used to flying."

"You'll be fine. Just get there. Meet him. Tell him we're on his side. Bring him back. Agents would probably pounce on him the second he left the station otherwise."

"I can do that."

"Oh, make sure you don't look like... you," Micah added. "I don't know. Wear a hat, wear different clothes than normal, tie your hair up, do something to make you look less like yourself. Danko and his guys are probably itching to catch you."

Alaska grinned. "I have that effect on people," she winked.

The rest of the night was spent sleeping. Micah and Alaska had worked out that Alex's train would arrive in Albuquerque in 12 hours. That left 9 hours to kill. Alaska and Nicholas retired to their room, crawling under the comforter and clinging to each other.

"For the love of God, stay out of trouble tomorrow," Nicholas pleaded sleepily.

Alaska giggled. "Me? In trouble? I'd never have thought it."

She looked up, and saw Nicholas' dark brown eyes staring down at her, looking like he was trying not to laugh. "I'm serious. I don't want to lose you again."

"You won't. I'll go, get this Alex kid, come back, and everything'll be fine. I promise." Alaska reached until she found Nicholas' hand, and squeezed it.

"How long d'you think you'll be?" Nicholas asked.

"I dunno. No longer than 6 hours, I hope."

Nicholas squeezed Alaska's hand back. "You should sleep," Nicholas repeated.

"I know. I can't sleep. I don't want to sleep. Too much has happened in the last couple of days, it feels like it's been weeks since we came here."

"You know what I really miss?"

Alaska raised her eyebrows. "What?"

"Renting the movie of the week from that shop down the road and eating that awful popcorn." Alaska and Nicholas dissolved into a small fit of laughter.

"I do miss it," Alaska agreed, sounding a little sadder. "Sometimes I just wish that I didn't have this ability. I wish I was still at home, and was just oblivious to all of this."

Nicholas frowned slightly. "This isn't going to last forever. Sooner or later, Nathan and his whole team are going to be found out, and we'll get our lives back."

"I hope so," Alaska agreed.

Nicholas prodded her. "Go to sleep. You're going to pass out mid-air if you don't."

"You sound like my mother," Alaska said, although she started relaxing more under the comforter and shut her eyes. Nicholas looked down at her, once again seeing all of her troubles leave her as she relaxed, her breathing slowed, and she fell asleep, once again returning to the young, innocent, vulnerable girl Nicholas had met just a few short months ago. And, on that thought, Nicholas himself relaxed. Just before he fell asleep, he remembered that he was still holding Alaska's hand.

Six hours later, West was nudging both Alaska and Nicholas awake. "Come on, you two. Alaska, you need to be in Albuquerque in less than four hours, get up!"

Alaska jumped up, her energy back, and helped pull Nicholas to his feet. She semi-tamed her hair back into a ponytail, and pulled one of West's baseball caps over her head. West let her borrow what was a tight pair of jeans on him, but happened to be very loose and shapeless-looking on Alaska, and Nicholas chucked her a hoodie that was nearly two sizes too big. Whilst they weren't very flattering, Alaska looked at least a little disguised.

They'd agreed that Alaska needed to be somewhat early. Not early enough to be waiting around for a long time, and be caught on camera, but early enough so that on the off chance that Alex's train happened to be early, she'd be there. She and Nicholas both went up to the roof, and just as Alaska was about to leave Nicholas grabbed her hand, and cupped Alaska's cheeks with his hands.

"Promise me you'll stay safe. Promise me you wont do anything reckless, or unnecessarily dangerous," Nicholas pleaded.

"You sound like my mom," Alaska laughed.

"Alaska!"

"Okay, okay. I promise."

Nicholas relaxed. He wrapped Alaska up in a tight hug, and the two stood there for a moment, their troubles evaporating, and, for a second, no one else in the world existed. The connection between the two was so strong, you could almost see it. As much as they wanted to, though, they couldn't stay there forever. Alaska broke the hug. "I'll be back by tonight," she promised. A couple of seconds later, she stepped out of Nicholas' hug, and was out of sight.

Nicholas left the roof, and joined West. "Micah left already?" Nicholas asked.

"Yeah. He didn't say where he was going. He just said he'd be back tonight some point."

Nicholas sighed. All they could really do now was wait.

It was a slightly rough flight, but Alaska arrived in one piece in Albuquerque. She wasn't used to the feeling of flying, and it was a struggle for her to focus on something for so long. But, nonetheless, she was in Albuquerque station, with just under ten minutes to spare before Alex arrived. The station had a number of benches scattered around, and, after finding out Alex's platform, just sat, and waited. She kept glancing around the station, paranoid that at any second, agents would show up and see right through her, and she'd be back in captivity. And she could guarantee that, this time, she wouldn't be so easy to bust out. She couldn't put Nicholas through that again, either.

But, the ten minutes passed without any disturbance. Other commuters milled around the station, and Alaska kept having to glance down at the picture Micah had given her of Alex, just to make sure she hadn't missed him. The train from California pulled into the station, and, although he looked slightly different from the picture, Alaska recognized Alex in a second. He was looking nervous and a little out of place. Alaska tucked the picture she had of him into her back pocket, before going over to him.

She stepped in front of him, blocking his path. Instantly, he looked defensive. "Alex?" Alaska asked tentatively.

Alex didn't say anything, but he was looking around, as if he was looking for somewhere to run.

"Relax, Alex. We're on the same team here," Alaska promised. He still looked suspicious, so Alaska quickly glanced around, before holding her hand up in front of him, palm facing the ceiling. A familiar jolt went through her, and she felt small bursts of electricity float through her. A few small sparks appeared on her hand, and Alex's face relaxed.

"I thought I'd be safe once I got here," he said. Alaska shook her head.

"They have CCTV in every state. I tried leaving New York. I got caught before I even made it inside the station. You're not safe, Alex."

"What am I meant to do?" he asked. His nervous look was back, and Alaska felt bad for him.

"I don't have long to explain this, but I have friends in New York. We're working against all of this. We're going to end it."

"How am I meant to help? I'd just be, I don't know, a drag."

Alaska shook her head, and opened her mouth to argue, when her eyes caught on two men standing near the platform barriers. Another two men were standing near the entrance to the station. Alaska saw a fire exit on the opposite side of the station, and knew they were going to have to run, and run fast.

"I'm not going to argue here and now. All I'll say is, there are agents inside this station. I can guarantee there are agents standing just outside, too. If you want to stay here and worry about being a drag, stay here. If you want to come with me, and save your life, come with me. Now."

Alex hesitated. He looked down at this girl, who barely reached 5'4". Whilst, yes, she looked tough, there was a layer of innocence and vulnerability underneath all of that. He had to wonder which was the real her. Alaska thought for a moment, and took the baseball cap off of her head, and pulled her hair free. She ruffled it until it obscured some of her face, and reached up and placed the cap on Alex.

"Let's go," she said. She took Alex's hand, and walked calmly towards the fire exit. Thankfully, the toilets were next to the fire exit, so Alaska made it seem like that's where they were heading. At the very last minute, she turned, and shoved the fire exit open. Immediately, a shrill ringing ran through the station, and Alaska started to run, pulling Alex with her. Alaska guessed they had just seconds to get away from the station. They found themselves in an alleyway. One led out to the front of the station, and the other, the back. Alaska started running towards the back, with Alex following just behind her. Alaska glanced quickly behind her, and saw agents, one at the other end of the alleyway, others just leaving through the fire exit. Alaska locked eyes with one of them, and he smirked. He recognized her. They had to get out. And fast.

"Do what I say, as soon as I say it, okay?" she pleaded, speaking quickly. Alex nodded. "Step on my toes, and just keep a hold of me, whatever you do." Alex didn't even hesitate. Alaska wrapped her arms around him, and, a couple of seconds later, took off, leaving Albuquerque behind them.

The flight was a struggle. Alaska was tired from the flight there, and on top of that, she was carrying someone taller, heavier, and generally bigger than herself. By the time they made it to a couple of streets away from the warehouse, Alaska was breathless, and her head was aching horribly.

"We're a couple of streets away," she explained. Her voice was weak, and Alaska would have given anything there and then for a bed to sleep in. But, they had to keep moving. Alaska led the way, half-walking, half-jogging back to the warehouse. When they finally got there, she could have cried with happiness. Alex looked warily at her.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine. I'm just tired. I'll be fine after I sleep," she said, trying to make herself look slightly stronger. The last thing she wanted was for this guy, who was virtually a stranger, to see his new ally as weak. She led him into the warehouse, and before they'd even reached the floor the others were on, Alaska found herself wrapped up in someones arms, and being lifted into the air. It was obvious who this was - Nicholas. Alaska relaxed against him, and her worries slipped away.

"You actually got back," Nicholas whispered.

"Of course I did," Alaska grinned. Nicholas set her down, and Alaska looked at to West and Alex.

"Get a room," West said, but he had a cheeky grin on his face.

Alaska frowned. "Where's Micah?" she asked.

"He had something to do today. I don't know, he'll be back soon," West said, but he looked unsure.

"Did he say where he was going?"

"He mentioned Washington. I tried getting him to stay, or offering to come, but he said he needed to go alone."

Alaska didn't press West further. Instead, the group all squeezed into the computer room. Alaska sat at the monitor, Alex sat opposite her, and West and Nicholas hovered near the door. Alaska was filled with optimism - Nicholas had told her that he'd only seen himself, Alaska, West and Micah. Not Alex. Now Alex was here, the future had to have been changed, right? Alaska shared this with the group, and they all seemed a little happier.

"It doesn't mean that Nathan and Danko won't come looking, though," West said.

"But at least it means Micah's safe."

Murmurs of agreement echoed throughout the room. But, until Micah got back to them, no one could say he was safe.

"If he's not back in the next thirty minutes, I'm going out looking for him," Alaska said. Immediately, Nicholas opened his mouth to protest. "I'm the only one here who can defend themselves. West is the only other one of us who'd have a good chance at escaping."

"And what if you get caught again? I don't seem to remember you being able to fight your way out then," Nicholas said harshly.

Alaska didn't argue, for once. He had a point. Except, the last time she got caught, she wasn't thinking rationally. She was looking for someone who wasn't looking for her, and had got sloppy. And she'd left in the middle of the day. She might as well have just held a sign up saying "I'M HERE". She wasn't going to make that mistake this time. This time, she'd be looking for someone who needed her help, and it'd be nighttime. But, that wasn't necessary. A few seconds later, Micah ran into the room. He looked breathless and upset.

"They're coming," he gasped. "We need to get out!"

There was a moment of hesitation before everyone got up. "Where are we going to go?" West asked.

"Hide behind that abandoned car out the back. When we get the chance, we're just going to have to run."

Alaska grimaced. Her head was still pounding, and she'd only just got her breath back. But they had to leave, and there was no time to complain. The five of them ran downstairs, and ran outside into the cold night air. Sure enough, just opposite the warehouse, behind a pile of rubble and rubbish, there was an old, nearly-falling-apart car. They all ran for it, and made it just in time for the vans to show up. There must have been at least four vans, and before they'd even stopped completely, agents poured out. They crouched behind the car, waiting for a good moment to run, when Micah looked to the others.

"I left something my mom gave me inside..." he started. Alaska's blood ran cold. This was what Nicholas had seen. Micah darted away before anyone could stop him. The agents were all looking at another part of the grounds, and Micah managed to get across there unnoticed. Alaska kept shaking her head. "I'm not letting him die. Run if you can!" she whispered. Before Nicholas could put two and two together and stop her from running, Alaska sprinted after Micah, hearing behind her a small struggle between West and Nicholas, as West had to keep a hold of Nicholas to stop him coming after the two of them. Alaska made it inside the warehouse, following Micah up the stairs.

"Are you crazy?" Micah asked. "It's okay if they catch me. But if they catch you.. Alaska, you're done for. You've been caught before. They'll kill you."

"I can't die. And I'm not letting you die," she said defiantly. "Grab whatever it is you came up for, and let's get out of here."

Micah went into his and West's shared room. Alaska stood near him, throwing quick glances out of the window. The agents seemed to be fixated on a different part of the warehouse's grounds, and Alaska tapped her foot nervously. Micah found what he was looking for - an old locket. He looked to Alaska. "Let's go."

They turned to leave, and froze. The last person in the world Alaska expected to see was standing in the doorway, a familiar smirk on his face.

"Long time no see, Alaska."

It was Sylar.