Author Shenanigans: The last time I updated this, it was like, October last year. I'm so sorry. I actually completely forgot that I'd even wrote this, and I got into my work at college and my job. But I will try and update once every week or so. This'll be the last chapter of this season before I start on the next. Sorry for the slightly boring chapter, but I genuinely couldn't think of an exciting way to end this.

Nicholas was the first to pull away, giving Alaska a worried look. She always had a certain look when she was thinking really deeply about something, and she had that look there and then. "What's wrong?" he asked.

Alaska looked up at him. She didn't say anything. Nicholas raised an eyebrow, and then shook his head at her.

"I nearly lost you. Again." He didn't sound annoyed. He sounded more concerned than anything. "Never do that to me again, Alaska."

Alaska shook her head, but was smiling. "I'll try." He held her in a tight hug, and for the first time since they'd left home, Alaska relaxed. She breathed in his familiar smell, and let herself be comforted. All she wanted there and then was for the two of them to go home, and go back to how everything had been before. Maybe they could just leave there and then, and Alaska could avoid Peter. She could go home to her mom, and go back to work. Nicholas almost seemed to sense that she wanted to leave, because he put an arm around her shoulder, which felt more comforting than possessive, and started walking towards the doors.

"Alaska, can you wait a second?" Alaska looked up at Nicholas, but he hadn't said that. The voice had come from behind. Alaska turned around, unhooking herself from Nicholas. Peter was standing there, looking out of breath, upset, and generally exhausted.

Alaska felt Nicholas stiffen beside her. He wasn't happy that she was actually staying to talk to him, and he didn't try and hide it. He looked at Peter with anger, and even a hint of jealousy. He still couldn't believe that what he was offering Alaska wasn't enough. He wanted her to be done with this man, who'd practically disowned her. But despite this, she still stopped. She wanted to hate Peter, but she couldn't.

"Sylar's gone. For good," Peter begun.

"Are you sure? We thought he'd died in the fire a few weeks ago, but he lived."

"No, Alaska. He's dead. Dead and gone."

There was something in the way he spoke that made Alaska think he wasn't telling her everything. But she was too tired to argue or not believe him. She just wanted to leave.

"Where does this leave me?"

"You're free. You can go home, and go back to normal."

"And what about you?"

Peter paused. "I'll go back to New York and my job. And I'll see you. I'll see you more often, I promise."

Alaska narrowed her eyes slightly. "I'll believe that when I see it," she said harshly. She walked out, not even waiting for Nicholas to catch up. The truth was, she was still angry. And she didn't want to put all of her trust in someone who'd already broken it.

Nicholas didn't realize what had just happened. Alaska had practically just run away from Peter. Nicholas snapped himself out of it, and ran out after her. She was already halfway down the street, her hands balled tightly into a fist. Her face was pale, and her eyes were blank. She didn't even look up as Nicholas stopped her, and kept her gaze straight down.

"What was that about?" Nicholas asked softly. He was secretly relieved she'd kept this up. He thought her last outburst was just anger, and that she'd be begging him to forgive her a couple of days later.

"Nothing."

"That was hardly nothing. Did he do something?"

Alaska narrowed her eyes. "No. He didn't do anything. He wasn't ever going to do anything, and that's why I'm not waiting for him anymore."

"Forget about that for a while, okay?" Nicholas could see she was going to explode if she spoke anything more about Peter, and, frankly, he just wanted to get her home. "Are you okay to fly?"

Alaska shrugged. "I guess."

Nicholas took both of her hands, and kissed her lightly on her nose. "We're fine. Let's go home, and forget about everything for just one night, okay?"

Alaska wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him. Nicholas held Alaska as close as possible to him, and just for a second, the two of them felt safe. They felt like nothing could touch them, or hurt them. A few seconds later, she wriggled out of his grip, smiled up at him, and pointed to her feet.

"Stand on the tip of my toes, wrap your arms around me, and whatever you do, don't let go," she instructed. A few seconds later, they were gone, and on their way home.

Around four hours later, Alaska was dressed in her comfiest (and probably least stylish) clothes, sitting cross legged on her bed, when Nicholas came in from his room. They'd got home, and, fortunately, Caitlin had been there. She'd gone out of her mind with worry, but Nicholas had explained what happened, and she let it go. She went out around an hour after they came home. Alaska and Nicholas were alone, and, despite being absolutely exhausted, Alaska couldn't make herself sleep.

"How are you feeling?" Nicholas asked.

"What are you, a psychiatrist?" Alaska retorted, but the glint in her eye and slightly mischievous smile reassured Nicholas she was joking. She looked at ease and comforted for the first time in what felt like a long time. Neither of them had heard from West, Nicholas or Alex, and, there and then, neither of them wanted to. They wanted a night away from the craziness.

"But really, are you okay?" Nicholas asked. He moved from her door frame so that he was sitting just next to her. Alaska turned around, and lay back, so that her head was resting on his leg.

"I am now." Alaska smiled. A genuine, happy, content smile.

"And what happens next?"

"We just carry on. We forget about this, and we just go back to normal."

Nicholas laughed. "We go back to both of us having a crush on each other but neither of us mentioning it?"

Alaska went to punch him lightly on the stomach, but he grabbed her arm before she could, leaning down to kiss her before she could react.

"I love you, Alaska," he said softly.

Alaska grinned, and moved so that she was sitting up and facing him, her hands resting on his crossed legs. She leaned in, kissing him lightly on the lips. His arms went around her, so that they were both sitting in front of each other, with Alaska's legs half crossed over his. He kept a hand on the small of her back, keeping her as close as possible.

"I love you, too," she finally said. And with that, they loved each other for the first night they ever properly had to themselves.

Nicholas was laying wide awake in Alaska's bed, whilst she slept next to him. He should have been happy. But all he could think about was when another drama was going to be thrown at them. First there'd been the time when Nicholas had first met Alaska, and he had to total her car. Then that same night, when Alaska was nearly killed by Sylar. And now all of this.

Alaska turned over in her sleep, and woke herself up. "How come you're still awake?" she asked, her voice groggy and husky from sleep.

"I was just thinking."

"About?"

Nicholas turned on his side so that he was facing her. "This 'no-drama-at-all' isn't going to last forever, is it?"

Alaska shrugged. "Probably not. Is that upsetting you?"

"Kinda. I just want it to be you, and me, and nothing else."

"It will be you and me. We'll just have the drama as well." Alaska grinned.

"Do you promise?"

"Promise what? That we'll always have drama?"

Nicholas shook his head at her. "Quit it, I'm being serious." He was smiling, though. "I mean, do you promise that whatever happens, it'll always be you and me and that we'll get through everything together?"

Alaska wriggled around under the cover until she found his hand, squeezing it as tight as she could. "I promise."