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A/N: I really meant to get this up here Sunday, but life got in the way :S Anyway, here it is, the finale! I really hope you like it Please R&R!

CHAPTER 14

"IT'S TIME TO SAVE THE WORLD"

HYDE PARK, NEW YORK

A heavy knock sounded from the front door of Nathan's home. Peter stood up from the sofa he'd been reclining on, his feet propped up. He held up a hand as Nathan made an attempt to follow him.

"No, she's trying to reach me - maybe I should talk to her first," he told him.

He traced the path to the doorway and, just before he opened it, felt a rush of information surge into his brain. He tried to stifle a scream as the flood continued. Peter concentrated as much energy as he could on shutting it off, until he realized what was happening. E-mails? Text messages? What the hell is happening to me?

Nathan grabbed onto Peter's arm as his brother's legs gave out. "Peter? What's going on? Are you ok? Talk to me?"

"I'm fine," he panted. "Fine."

Mohinder caught up with them as Nathan pulled the door open to see a woman standing outside. She was dressed all in black with heavy boots on her feet and stands of dark, wet hair framing her angular face.

"What did you do to him?" Nathan accused as she stepped into his house, wiping her boots on the mat.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, Mr. Petrelli." she replied.

"The hell, you don't." he shot back, helping Peter to his feet.

Peter shook his head. "It's ok, she didn't do anything." He turned to the woman. "You're like me, aren't you? You can see the internet, can't you?"

She furrowed her brow. "How do you know?"

"I can do what you can do," he replied. "I'm Peter, by the way."

"Hana Gittleman. I received a message from Hiro Nakamura. He told me to contact you, to tell you to protect Isaac, the painter." she told him as they shook hands. "I heard that something happened at his apartment, is he alive?"

Peter nodded. "Yeah, he's crashed on the couch in the other room."

"Hana Gittleman? You're on my father's list," Mohinder said. "I'm Doctor Mohinder Suresh. My father was friends with a psychiatrist in Israel. They took samples of your blood, yes?"

Hana nodded. "Yes, that was a long time ago. I didn't know I was special until a man took me, this, Bennet. He misled me. He told me he was C.I.A. He sent me on a mission and left me for dead in the middle of Africa. Now I think he's one of the only people we can trust."

The Haitian stood on the staircase. "You have been in contact with him, yes?"

She narrowed her eyes at him. "What are you doing here?"

"You could say that I, as well as he , have gone rogue." He told her. "They are working towards a future that cannot happen. Your friends, they are the ones who have put us in this danger. Your plan revealed Claire's abilities. Thompson knew that I was protecting her."

"Claire? His daughter," Hana mused aloud. "She's one of us?"

Peter was tempted to state that Claire was not Bennet's daughter, but kept his mouth shut, noting the look on his brother's face. They'd just met this woman, after all.

"Yeah, she is. She's here now," Nathan replied.

"It's starting to sound like all of us are being toyed with. One thing is certain, though - we've got to protect Isaac from whoever is out to get him." Hana stated.

"Sylar," Peter replied. "This man, if you can even call him that, he's tried to kill, well, most of us. Isaac, Mohinder, Claire, even me. Well, he did more than try to kill me, but I got him back. He was dead. Not so much, anymore, though."

"Well would anyone care to find out where he's gone and where he's going next?" A voice asked from out of nowhere.

Claude Raines stepped out from an alcove, startling the room's occupants.

"Claude?" Peter asked. "How come I couldn't see you?"

He shrugged. "Apparently you weren't looking for someone you knew couldn't be there. I've learned a lot since I took off on you the other day, friend. I followed you a bit more. You're really predictable, you know that? I saw the aftermath of the spat you had with your painter friend, there, Isaac. Bennet, an old friend of mine who shot me and left me for dead, dropped by his place with some help - that's how come the cops never found anything there.

"It's good to see you again, friend," he said, this time addressing the Haitian. "Glad to see you've switched sides."

The Haitian hinted at a smile. "And what is it that makes you think that I have not always been on this side?"

"Look, this is touching and all, but we're here for a reason in case no one's forgotten." Hana interjected. "If this Sylar is as bad as you say he is, we have to keep our guard up, each of us. We can take turns babysitting or we can be assertive about this - we can hunt him down. Then we can kill him."

Claude smiled. "No need to hunt him down, love. I know exactly where we'll find him."

"Wait, you do?" Peter asked suddenly. "How?"

"I followed you, remember? I saw you at Isaac's, and I saw you kill Sylar. He's back at his old apartment, now. I followed him in there, think I spooked him a bit, too."

"Uncle Claude!" Claire exclaimed, appearing at the top of the stairs. She bolted, nearly knocking the Haitian over as she threw her arms around the man. "What's going on? And who is she?"

"She's Hana. She's a friend." Peter told her.

Claire rolled her eyes at her uncle, as if to say, "is that all?" Peter shook his head and let out a snort of laughter.

"So what's everyone talking about without me? Did something happen?" she asked.

"No, not yet." Peter replied. "We're just trying to figure out what the hell is going on here."

"We may never understand this," Mohinder began. "What is happening to all of you, why all of our paths have collided the way they have, why this is happening to us - Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes the reasons are more clear than others, but the explanation is what leaves us asking questions. the answer we're searching for, what we are meant to do, is, for once, simple. It's time to save the world."

The occupants of the room - Peter, Nathan, Claire, Mohinder, Claude, The Haitian, and Hana all looked around at each other and nodded in agreement. This is what they had all been waiting for - this was their chance to make a difference.

HIRO AND ANDO

NEW YORK CITY, FIVE YEARS IN THE FUTURE...

Hiro Nakamura stood atop the Deveaux building, staring out at the skyline of a decimated New York City. Oh no! he exclaims sadly. The bomb, we didn't stop it. I failed.

He looked to his friend for support, but Ando could do nothing more than look out over the horizon. Cranes could be seen everywhere, rebuilding from the destruction.

We'll go back, Hiro said. We'll find another way to stop this.

THE END.

Thanks to everyone who's kept up with this fic! The reviews were always awesome and the constructive criticism helped mold this one a lot! I really hoped everyone enjoyed it and thought that I portrayed the characters close to how we see them every Monday night. Happy Heroes watching, and don't think you've seen the last of me! ;) Up, up, and away!

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