Peter hadn't been absolutely flabbergasted when Nathan called up one day and asked if he wanted to hang out together, but it was a little bit of a shock. Peter couldn't even remember the last time Nathan asked him if he wanted to hang out. Normally, Peter had been the one to ask, and it usually answered with a "No, not this time" or an "I'm busy Pete" or some other sort of lame excuse to get out of some personal time with his brother. But what really freaked Peter out was when he actually met Nathan for lunch. It was only Nathan sitting at the table. Heidi wasn't coming later with the boys, and Peter knew that their mother had gone out of the country, to Paris, to visit an old friend. It was just the two of them.

Peter's first expectation when he found this out was that Nathan was going to give him a round of twenty questions. How was he? Was he still seeing that Indian astrologist? Didn't you listen to me when I told you I didn't like him and that I didn't want you near him? What makes you think I don't care if you're off running around New York with some guy you met through a newpaper? How'd that art dealer girl turn out? So on, so forth. Probing questions that Peter would either lie about, give half-truths to, or try to change the subject on. It was hard to do any of that with Nathan though. He didn't get to be the D.A.'s Senior Assisstant by being a soft and fuzzy kitten. And it was always hard for Peter to not tell the truth to a family member or anyone else he trusted.

When those questions didn't come during lunch, though, Peter started to calm down. Nathan asked mundane questions and explained some cases he had worked on. The subject of Simone came up, but Peter just said that she had a boyfriend and the subject was dropped. The lunch was pleasant and when the two brothers walked out together, Peter had completely calmed down.

Now, they were walking back to their mother's house, where Nathan's car was parked. They had started talking again, when a question bubbled up.

"Did you see Page 6 today?" Nathan asked.

Peter scrunched his eyebrows. "You read Page 6?"

Nathan shook his head. "Heidi does. She just showed it to me because she thought the story was hillarious."

"Well, what was it?"

Nathan shoved his hands into his pockets. "Some people took photos of what the editors called 'Superhero Drag-Queens.'" As Nathan gave a chuckle, Peter felt his stomach turn over. "They were the worst photographs I have ever seen in my life. They were blurry as hell and the story that went with them was Weekly World News worthy."

"What was it?" Peter asked, hopefully not sounding freaked out.

"Something about how the couple saw these two cross-dressing superheroes fighting this girl with beams of light and fire shooting out of their fingers." Nathan rolled his eyes. "I swear, there are more crack-heads in this city every day."

"Yeah, crack heads" Peter agreed. Hopefully Nathan would move onto another subject of conversation and--

"You're agreeing with me? That's strange." Peter felt his blood run cold as Nathan stopped walking and turned his full attention on his brother. "I would imagine someone like you would tell me that anything was possible."

"Someone like me?" Peter asked, a little insulted but more confused and worried about Nathan putting him in a straight jacket than angry.

"Yeah. A dreamer. Someone who has his head in the clouds more than anywhere else." Nathan shrugged. "It's really nothing, though. Just thought it was strange you'd agree with me."

Peter pursed his lips. He nodded. Damn, he walked right into something, didn't he. Now Nathan suspected something. Peter wondered if his brother had planned this all along. Part of him said that he hadn't, that the news story was from this mornings Post and Nathan had called about lunch two days ago. It just had to be a story that Nathan thought Peter would be interested in, that's all. Then again...what if Nathan was lying? What if it had come out a day after his and Isaac's fight with Eden? That would mean that Nathan would have known for a while now and he figured out that the blurry figure was Peter. But what would Nathan do after that?

"Peter, you're looking a little pale?" Nathan said.

"Uh...well, um..." Just then, Peter's phone rang. The young nurse excused himself and walked as calmly as he could out of earshot. Peter answered his cell phone, "Hello?"

"Peter, I just got a visit from Mohinder" Isaac said hurriedly.

"Uh, hi. What is it?" Peter asked.

"He said that he thinks he found our next partner" Isaac said.

Peter smiled. "Really? That's...that's incredible!" Peter looked at Nathan, who was looking bored. Peter turned around again. "Does he know who it is?" He spoke, this time, a little more quietly.

"He didn't really say" Isaac answered. "Just showed up, told me, gave me a pair of plane tickets and left."

"Plane tickets?" Peter asked. "To where?"

"Las Vegas" Isaac answered. "The plane leaves at four."

"Okay, I'll get a bag packed and meet you at your place as soon as possible. We should leave around...two?"

"That sounds good. See you later, man." Isaac hung up. Peter flipped his phone closed, then turned back to Nathan. Nathan was still standing there, hands in pockets, looking expectantly at his brother with guarded eyes. Peter walked up to his brother and said to him, "That was my friend--"

"The Indian astrologist?" Nathan asked.

"No!" Peter almost yelled. He pushed his hair back behind his ear. "No. It's the artist, Isaac Mendez."

"Oh" Nathan said, surprised.

"Yeah. He said that he won two tickets to Las Vegas and that he wanted me to come with him."

Nathan's head tilted to the side a little. "Why does he want you to go to Las Vegas? Doesn't he have a girlfriend or a closer friend he can take with him?"

Peter threw his hands out. "I don't know! Do you have to question everything I do?"

"Someone has to." Nathan sighed. "Well, have a good flight. Don't go completely crazy."

Peter nodded. "Thanks."

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Isaac was bent over a sketchbook when Peter came in. The tip of his thumb was in Isaac's mouth, alternating between chewing on the nail and licking it. Peter couldn't help but smile. He closed the door without Isaac looking up. Peter put down his suitcase and walked over to Isaac, who hadn't looked up at all. Peter peered over the top of Isaac's sketchbook. Isaac looked up now, staring at Peter. Peter looked up at Isaac. Their faces were so close, the very tips of their noses brushed against each other. The two stared at each other, enjoying the swamp of awkwardness that they seemed to have found themselves in.

Then, Isaac said, "May I help you?"

Peter smiled and backed off. "Sorry, I was just wondering what you were drawing." Peter gestured to the sketchbook. "Uh...well. I have a little bit of bad news."

"What's that?" Isaac asked.

Peter walked back to his suitcase and opened it. He shuffled through it, then pulled out a rolled-up newspaper. Isaac closed his sketchbook and placed it on the table. He walked up to Peter and stood behind him when he turned around. Peter opened the New York Post and flipped through it, finally stopping when he found the page he had been looking for. "Look at this." Isaac took the paper from Peter's hands. He squinted at the blurry picture. He moved the image around a bit. "It looks like people on a roof."

"It's us on a roof." Isaac's face went white. "I know. My brother told me about it not long before you--"

Isaac looked up. "You have a brother?"

Peter nodded. "Yeah."

"You never told me about a brother" Isaac said.

"I thought that wasn't all that important a thing to bring up" Peter said.

Isaac looked back down at the magazine. "I guess it isn't. Something personal, right. Don't need to tell everyone about you, do ya bro?"

Peter scowled. "Are you angry at me for not telling you I had a brother?" Peter looked around the loft. "God. How stupid a thing to get worked up over!"

"I'm not angry" Isaac said, throwing the paper on the table, on top of the sketchbook. "It's just that trust speech you gave me a couple days ago on the subway is starting to sound a little hypocritical is all."

Peter started to walk away, pretending to be interested in a painting. Isaac shook his head and ran a hand down his face. He noted that he needed a shave, but decided that wasn't really important at the moment. "I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to upset you. But, it's like you said, if we're going to work together, then we have to know about each other."

Peter sighed. He looked back at Isaac. "It's okay. Just...my brother is really protective and is not a very faithful person."

Isaac nodded. "Yeah. I can understand that." Isaac looked at a nearby clock. "We've got an hour before the cab picks us up. Do you want a cup of coffee?"

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Mohinder knocked on the door of apartment number 416. He stood there, hands in front of him, weight switching from the balls of his feet to his heel. Mohinder looked at his watch. How long had he been standing here? He first knocked ten minutes ago, knocked again two minutes after that, repeating this motion once every two minutes. Mohinder sighed. This was not what he needed. Mohinder pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed it. He took a deep breath and looked around. Well, there didn't seem to be any sign of whoever might live here. Still, Mohinder took an emergency flight all the way out here. He was going to get in touch with this person even if it was going to kill him. Mohinder reflected on that last statement. He hoped Peter and Isaac were around before he got that desperate.

Mohinder knocked again. His rational side was asking why the hell he was still here, knocking on the apartment door when no one was there. Mohinder looked at his watch again. He should be able to get to his hotel and check in, maybe even take a nap, before Peter and Isaac landed.

As he thought that, the door that lead to the hall he was in opened with a creak. Mohinder looked down the hall and felt his hope rise. Down at the end was a young woman. She was pretty, but worn-out; like someone who had too much to deal with at that moment and was starting to bend a little under the pressure. She wore light clothes that made her almost seem like a model, and the self-confidence in her stride accentuated it, hips swaying with each step, green beads beating against each other. Her blond hair was flipped over her shoulder and she was looking down into her purse when she first got on the floor. When she looked up, she met eyes with Mohinder.

They didn't move. They didn't try to move. It was like a stand-still, a lull in an unknown fight. Pregnant with the emotions from both parties; Mohinder's anxiety and hope, and the blond woman's shock and other, hidden feeling. The blond stiffened her back and closed the gap the two had between them. Mohinder could see she was on the offensive. Why she was, he couldn't be sure.

The woman stopped in front of him. She scanned him, measuring how big a threat he might be, then locked onto his eyes again. When she spoke, she lifted her chin haughtily, unafraid. "What?"

Mohinder held a hand out. "My name is Mohinder Suresh." The blond glimpsed at the hand, then back at Mohinder. She tapped her foot on the ground as Mohinder drew his hand back. He continued to speak. "I assume you are Miss Sanders."

"Just tell me what you want" she said impatiently.

Mohinder blinked, a little taken aback. He opened his mouth, but the blond cut him off. "Look, if you are here because of the website, let me tell you right now. I am not a whore. And if that was what you were looking for you sick pervert, I swear I will--"

"No, no!" Mohinder shook his hands. "The website helped me find you, but my reasons for being here are completely different."

The blond woman sighed. "Then get on with it."

Mohinder sighed. "Miss Sanders, I would like to talk to you about something very important. Something that would have effect on the entire world."

"Are you one of those go-green dudes that worship the ground Al Gore stands on?" the blond asked.

Mohinder shook his head. "No. I am not." Mohinder sighed. "Miss Sanders, I believe that you are a member of a super-hero team called the Sailor Scouts."

The blond's eyebrows lifted. "Um..." The woman rubbed her forehead. "That's...something." Mohinder smiled. She didn't seem to be completely freaked out, angry, or ready to call the authorities. The blond stilled for a moment, then looked at Mohinder. "Get out."

Mohinder stopped smiling. "Pardon?"

"Get out now or I will call the police." The woman pointed down the hall, in the direction where she just came. "Go away now."

Mohinder looked at the woman, then down the hall. He pursed his lips and walked around the woman and down the hall.

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When Peter and Isaac got off the plane a few hours later, they immediately went to baggage check and called Mohinder. Mohinder said that he was going to pick them up outside the lobby and that they would go right back to the hotel. Peter and Isaac did as Mohinder asked them: waited outside the lobby until the rental car that Mohinder had gotten drove up and he stepped out, offering to put their bags in the trunk. Once they got in, Peter in the back, Isaac riding shot gun, Mohinder behind the wheel, they drove out.

"So...who's this new team member?" Isaac asked.

Peter leaned forward, sticking his head between the two men. "Yeah, tell us about her."

Mohinder looked at the two of them, then back at the road. "It's a young woman--"

"A woman?" Isaac asked.

"You mean the Sailor Scouts are girls?!" Peter asked, a little angry.

"This one is! I don't know if the last one--"

"Did you know it was a woman before your found her?" Isaac asked.

"No, I didn't. Just like I didn't know Peter was Sailor Moon or that you were Sailor Mars."

"What about Sailor Venus? Did you know about Sailor Venus?" Isaac asked. He was looking at his fingernails, which, though after minutes of being washed throughly with hot water and rubbing alcohol, were still covered with some paint.

Mohinder was silent for a moment. Peter could tell his arms were a little more tense then they were a few moments before. "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Of course you do!" Isaac yelled. He leaned closer to Mohinder. "That box you have, the one that held my wand and Peter's compact, it has two other wands and four marbles."

"Why would you keep marbles in there?" Peter asked. "You'd think it'd be too sacred to put something like marbles in there."

Mohinder's jaw was set in place. "When did you see that?"

"That night you got poisoned and knocked out. I snuck into your room and looked inside" Isaac confessed. Mohinder stayed quiet. Isaac sat back in his seat. He looked out the window. "Mohinder, you can't keep being secretive with us. Those marbles are important, aren't they? That's why they are in there. What makes them important?" Mohinder kept silent. His eyes in the rearview mirror were shifting over the highway. Mohinder turned onto an exit and Isaac continued. "Fine. If you won't tell us, then once we get to the hotel, I'll turn right around and go back to New York. I'll quit the Sailor Scouts." Mohinder seemed to stiffen a little more. Isaac smiled. He knew that Mohinder couldn't just let one of the Sailor Scouts leave. He needed Isaac just as much as he needed this woman they were looking for and just as much as he needed Peter. And though he wouldn't admit it in front of Peter, Mohinder believed that Isaac was stronger than Peter; emotionally so, because he wouldn't mind killing someone if it meant self- and world-preservation.

Finally, Mohinder sighed and conceded. "Those aren't marbles" Mohinder said solemnly. "They are crystals. There are seven of them and, as you saw, I have already collected five. They came from your hearts, after you first transformed."

"H-How'd they come from our hearts?" Peter asked.

Mohinder saw his eyes wide with confusion in the rearview mirror. Mohinder smiled comfortingly. "I don't really know how they came from your hearts. I just know that the Sailor Scouts are born with them, and that the other two were almost like free-bees."

"What's their significance?" Isaac asked.

Mohinder stopped smiling. "After all seven crystals are collected, they become the Silver Crystal."

"What's the Silver Crystal?" Peter asked. It sounded a little familiar, but he wasn't sure why it was.

"It's probably the most powerful object you could ever obtain, Peter. It was what the last Queen of Moon Kingdom, LaLuna, your mother in your past life, used to stop the war and save Earth from destruction." Mohinder sighed. "But...when the Silver Crystal is used to its full potential, the user ends up dying."

The car was silent. Isaac was staring out the window, watching other cars and the guardrail pass by. Mohinder was looking straight ahead, eyes not moving from the black asphalt road. Peter was leaning back, head back and staring up at the ceiling of the car. His mother in his past life. The fact that he had a past life at all was something almost astonishing. And his mothing back then...Peter closed his eyes. He wondered what she was like. Was she like his mother in this life: cold, cynical, and unapproving. Or was she like other mothers? Was she supportive, kind, loving? Obviously she was self-sacrficing. Giving up your life to save millions of others. Not only that, but millions of others who had tried to kill her and her family and friends. Peter closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, not to be awoken until they got to the hotel.

On the drive down there, Isaac eventually asked Mohinder a little more about the Silver Crystal. They were at a red light, which was turning out to be the longest one the men had ever sat through. "Will Peter die if he uses it?"

Mohinder's head drooped a little. "There is always that possibility. Especially if he's not careful."

Isaac looked back at Peter. He was taking a nap, head lolled to the side, mouth opened just a little. Mohinder continued speaking. "The Silver Crystal's power is incredible. It has the power to destroy, but also to give life. It just depends on who has it and how it is used."

"Is that what our enemies are after?" Isaac asked.

Mohinder nodded. He stepped on the gas pedal and slowly set the car in motion. "The Rainbow Crystals need to be collected and in one place before the Silver Crystal can be created. The Silver Crystal will be their catalyst to destroying this world."

Isaac finally looked at Mohinder. "If a Sailor Scout dies before transforming for the first time, will they get their Rainbow Crystal?"

Mohinder nodded. "Unfortunatley."

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The blond woman smiled, flopping onto the couch in her living room. "So you've met him?" she asked to the other person on the phone. The smile widened and the woman giggled a little. "No way, Mina. That is so lucky of you. Especially after all these years." There was more silence. "My day? My day was pretty much like any other day. I went to the bank, took more pictures." The woman paused. "Actually, this Indian man came by my house. I thought he was like one of the other creepy stalkers, but he was here, apparantly, because he thought I was a member of the Sailor Scouts" she reported, putting sarcasm in the last three words. She paused, listening to the other woman. She smiled with one side of her mouth. "Yeah, totally talked to the wrong girl."

The woman heard the door open and close and someone announce that they were home. The woman took the receiver away from her mouth. "I hear you!" She turned back to the phone and the person on the other end. "I gotta go. Niki's home." A short pause. "Kay. See ya Mina." The blond hung up the phone and put it on the coffee table. She got up and walked into the kitchen, where another blond woman of the exact same height and appearance was putting away the items in the two brown bags she had brought in. "Hey Nik."

Niki looked to her sister. "Hey Jessica." Niki walked to the refrigerator and opened the door. She put the milk she had been holding on the lower shelf and then closed the door. She looked at her sister. "Why are you eating potato chips? We're eating soon."

Jessica shrugged. "'Cause you finally got good chips."

Niki picked up and nearby dish rag and playfully slapped her sister's arm with it. "You little pig. You know you're gonna get fat if you constantly eat like that."

"Least people will finally tell us apart." Jessica smiled at her younger twin and placed another chip in her mouth.

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The next day, Mohinder was up and ready for the day before either Peter or Isaac were even conscious of the new day. He was out of the room when Peter woke up, hair scruffy and falling in front of his face. Peter's head lifted about three inches from the pillow, then fell back down. He didn't want to get up just yet. He just wanted to fall back asleep and stay like that for another few hours. He might have too, if Mohinder didn't walk into the room and rock Peter awake, insisting that he wake up and get showered so that they could get breakfast. Peter leaned on his forearms, using them to support him. Peter watched with sleepy amusement as Mohinder tried to wake the almost-comatose Isaac. After watching several minutes of the struggle between the early bird and his friend, the reluctant worm, Peter finally got out of bed and took a shower.

An hour later saw the three men at the hotel restaurant, eating omelettes or pancakes or whatever they could find at the buffet.

Isaac, who was still trying to fight off sleep, had downed his third coffee when he asked Mohinder, "Why do you have to wake us up so early?"

"It's not early," Mohinder insisted.

"I don't know where you're from, but here in America, six-thirty is only for joggers and people who sit a desk in a monkey suit!" Isaac yelled.

Mohinder closed his eyes and drank from his tea, silent. From the strain in his hands, Peter could tell Mohinder was fighting back anger. Peter ran his hand through his bangs, pushing them back as he did. "Why did you wake us up, Mohinder?" Peter asked, directing the conversation away from a fight.

Mohinder put the cup down. "We're going to see your next team member."

"I thought she said that she didn't believe or something" Peter said.

Mohinder nodded. "Yes, but I figured that bringing you two along, letting you transform in front of her, would make her believe."

"It would definitely make her believe something" Isaac said, getting up to get more coffee.

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Candice watched from the top of a nearby twenty-story building as Mohinder, Peter, and Isaac walked out of their little Holiday Inn and into a rental car. Candice leaned forward a little. Not enough to fall off, just enough to get a better look. Candice couldn't see very well, but she could definitely tell that the darkest-skinned man was the guy Eden was trailing. Candice's jaw locked. Her teeth pressed against each other, and her fine eyebrows were dipping down. She didn't care if she killed Sailor Moon or Sailor Mars or Sailor Venus or whatever other Sailor Scout they had found now. She just wanted that man dead. She wanted him to pay for turning Eden against their cause.

Candice bowed her head. She had joined after Eden and the silent Haitian. The Haitian had been cold to her, but Eden was kind, helpful. They shared the same interests, the same dreams, even the same hatred towards Simone. Candice smiled in reminiscion. They were secretly planning on sabotaging her mission once she got it. They wanted her to look horrible in front of Mr. Linderman, have her thrown to Queen Metaria. Not Eden.

Candice looked up and saw the car that the men had gotten into drive away. She stood up and watched it drive down the road. She walked along the top of the building, slowly gaining speed until she was running, jumping and dissappearing once she got to the end of the roof.

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Niki was off of work that day, thank God. She really needed to take a rest. Being a card dealer was fun and all, and got her a lot of tips, but the skeezy old men with the stinking cigars and the margaritas got on your nerves after a while. With their jaundiced eyes and their double meanings and their unattractive smiles. Besides, Niki could never tell if one of the many bimbos the high rollers had nearby at all times did or did not have some kind of sexually transmitted disease or not. She didn't need another headache in her life, and something she got through doing anything with those scuzzballs was going to be more of a reason than most other headaches in her life.

Niki looked at the nearby wall clock as she threw the wash rag that she had been using to clean down the counters into the sink. Jessica had gone out to cash the checks she had gotten through the website. Niki rubbed her forehead. Jessica had always been more of the wild child. Probably because of what she had been through when they were kids. That's why Niki never talked to her about stripping online. Jessica needed ways of expressing herself, of being who she was, and if showing men whatever they wanted for fourty dollars every thirty minutes, that was fine with Niki. It helped pay the rent too, which was also pretty awesome.

Niki heard a few knocks at the door. "Coming" she announced. She walked over to the front door, expecting it to be the teenage boy from down the hall or the old lady from across it. They always seemed to be coming over to complain or talk, which even got Niki, a normally passive person, annoyed almost to the point of yelling. Niki turned the knob and pulled the door open. Niki smiled at the three pretty attractive men that stood in the hallway. "Yes? May I help you?"

The man standing closest to her, an Indian man with curly black hair, seemed a little confused about the cheery greeting, but that only lasted a second. He held his hand out to her. "Hello. I am Mohinder Suresh. These are my friends, Peter Petrelli and Isaac Mendez." Niki shook Mohinder's hand, then the other two men's.

"Hi. I'm Niki Sanders." Niki looked at the men. "So...why are you here?"

Mohinder blinked a time or two. "Um...well, I thought you'd already know why."

Niki looked confused. "Why would I know?" She shook a hand at them. "It's obvious you're not Girl Scouts or tax guys. You three dress better than either of those two guesses."

Mohinder pursed his lips. He looked up and down Niki's body, almost as if he was measuring her, trying to determine height, weight, body type. Peter glanced between Mohinder and Niki, then back at Isaac. Isaac didn't say anything, or even really move, but he had the same body language of confusion that Peter probably had. Suddenly, Mohinder smiled. "Oh, I'm sorry. I believe I talked to your sister, not you." Mohinder gestured to Niki. "You two look a lot alike."

Niki smiled, amused. "That's what you get with a twin." Niki moved out of the doorway. "Come on in. Jessica went out for a little while. You can wait in here until she gets back."

Mohinder nodded. "Thank you." He waved Isaac and Peter in. Niki asked them to sit anywhere they liked as she got them something to drink. When she was in another room, Peter leaned in close to Mohinder. "She has a twin?"

"Yes" Mohinder responded. "Apparantly." Mohinder looked back at Niki, then at Peter and Isaac. "I don't know which one is the right one."

"You don't?" Isaac asked incredulously.

"I thought you said that you always knew" Peter said. Mohinder looked back at Niki. Peter squeezed his teeth together. "You said," he continued angrily, "that all you needed to see them, even just know their name, and you would know if they are the right person."

"I need to see them together." Mohinder said. "We have to wait until Jessica comes back."

"What will that do?" Isaac asked. "You've already seen both of them! You should know by now!"

"Is lemonade okay? I made it this morning, so it should be cold by now" Niki asked.

"Lemonade sounds perfect!" Peter called back. Once Niki wasn't paying attention, he returned to glaring at Mohinder. "You said--"

"I know what I said!" Mohinder hissed at Peter. "Don't talk to me like I'm some stupid child. I worked my ass off to get find them, get the plane tickets, set up arrangements to stay in Las Vegas, and find out where these girls live. I honestly don't know which one is the next team member, they both have something about them that qualifies. So if I say that I need to see them together, that means I goddamn need to see them together." Peter leaned away.

Peter had never seen Mohinder angry before. And he would prefer not to ever again. To be honest, an angry Mohinder was pretty scary. From Isaac's face, he thought so as well.

Niki returned a few seconds later, four glasses and a big glass jug in hand. "If you guys need anything else, just tell me." Niki sat the items on the rickety coffee table. "Oh, it's really sugary, so if any of you guys have diabetes, don't drink it."

Mohinder took a glass and took a little sip. His nose scrunched in distaste, but was back to normal when he took the glass from his mouth. Isaac was the next to take a sip, then Peter. Peter's throat closed when the sour drink hit his tongue and sent his tastebuds on a wild ride of escape. He pressed his lips together as he took the glass away. Isaac looked too stunned to move. Niki was half done her glass. She smiled at the others. "So, what are you guys here to talk to Jessica about?" Niki asked with a smile.

Mohinder wiped his mouth on his sleeve. "It's...it's about her possible membership to a sort of club."

"A club?" Niki asked. "What kind of club?"

Mohinder looked at the others. Isaac finally pulled the glass away, seemingly over his stunning. "A very...exclusive club."

Niki looked at Isaac. Whatever sweetness she had was gone now, replaced with a chilly, nervous defensive wall. "What kind of exclusive club?"

Peter leaned forward. "A secret exclusive club. Something that might hurt you or someone close to you if you knew too much." Peter smiled, trying to be friendly. Niki didn't seem to translate it as that. Her eyes were wide and her lips were tightly pressed. Her hands were clasping each other, knuckles almost completely white. Peter blinked at Niki, confused. "Is there something wrong, Niki?"

Niki shook her head. "No. Nothing's wrong." She nearly jumped when someone knocked on the door. She asked to be excused for a moment, then left to answer.

Isaac and Mohinder turned on Peter. "What the hell?" Isaac asked.

"What? I was trying to be helpful!" Peter said.

"Did you see the look on her face? She looked like she was on trial or something. She probably thinks we're in a cult and we're trying to recruit her sister!"

Mohinder nodded. "You did make it seem like we're apart of something a little...unsavory."

Peter leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. He looked out the window across the room. He didn't need to be patronized like this. If he did, he would go to Nathan. Peter only looked back when he saw another blond woman, almost exactly like Niki but with different clothes on, stomp into the room. She looked angry, and Niki, who couldn't see her older sister's expression, was looking afraid. Peter looked away. This won't be fun or easy.

Jessica looked at Mohinder. Mohinder stood up, being respectful. Jessica sneered and Peter swear he heard her growl. "I thought I told you that I didn't want to see you again."

Mohinder shook his head. His eyes were darting from twin to twin. "No. You told me to go away or else you'd call the police. You never said anything about seeing me again." Mohinder stopped his eyes on Jessica. "Is that because you knew you were going to see me again?"

Jessica stood where she was, almost shaking. Niki reached out to her sister, but Jessica had moved away from her, towards Mohinder. Peter and Isaac stood up as Mohinder reeled back, holding onto his cheek after being struck. Peter held onto Mohinder's arm as Isaac walked up to Jessica. "That was uncalled for!"

"He was uncalled for!" Jessica said. She raised a hand, but Isaac grabbed it. "Let go now" Jessica hissed cooly, staring unafraid into Isaac's eyes.

Niki grabbed Isaac's arm and pulled on it. "Let go of her!"

"Isaac, let go!" Mohinder demanded. Isaac glanced at Mohinder, then let go of Jessica. Niki almost stood between her sister and Isaac, keeping them apart. Peter held onto Isaac and slowly lead him away, closer towards Mohinder and the window only five feet away.

Niki leaned close to her sister. "What's going on? Who are they?"

"They are a bunch of crack addicts." Jessica answered, not even trying to be quiet. "They think one of us is apart of some superhero team."

"Because one of you is!" Peter insisted. He gestured to nothing. "Listen, we came all the way from New York to see you guys. The least you two could do--"

"New York?" Niki asked.

"Yes New York" Peter said. He walked a little closer to Niki, but Jessica got in between them. "Don't you get any closer to her" Jessica threatened without the threat.

The group jumped at the sound of the door slamming. None of them had even heard it open. Or noticed the brunette who was walking into the room even enter it. She looked at the five others with cold, angry eyes. No one said anything. No one wanted to say anything. Niki and Jessica because they were confused and, in Jessica's case, pissed off; Mohinder, Isaac, and Peter because if they made any move, they knew that some chain reaction would go off that might end in someone's death. Candice's eyes stopped on Mohinder, and her expression got darker. "Which one is it?" she asked simply.

Mohinder didn't respond. His Adam's apple jumped when he swallowed.

Jessica marched up to Candice. She stopped in front of her. She pointed to the door. "Get out of my house" she deamanded.

Candice measured her with her eyes. She moved so fast that for a period of thirty to fourty seconds afterwards, on the floor, Jessica didn't know what had hit her. Also, just as quickly, Peter pulled out the compact and Isaac his wand, and had called out the words to their transformation. Mohinder grabbed Niki and pulled her away while shimmering ribbons and heated fire consume the men that she had let in, prooving that they were not crack addicts. Mohinder pulled her to the window and the fire escape that was right outside it.

"Now, just climb down. I'll be coming soon" Mohinder promised.

"What about Jessica?" Niki looked at her older sister, who was now just getting up off the floor and out of the way of the fight that was starting.

Mohinder pat Niki's hand. "I'll get her out safely, don't worry. Right now, you should be getting to safety." Niki nodded and climbed out the window. Mohinder turned back to the fight scene. Jessica had somehow found it more important to take on Candice rather than follow her sister to safety. That's when Mohinder noticed Isaac, standing a little ways off. Mohinder rushed to him. "Don't attack with fire. The rooms too small, you might catch something on fire. We're not fireproof, you know."

Isaac let his hands fall. "Then what do you want me to do?" Isaac deamanded.

Mohinder looked at Jessica and Peter. Peter was on the ground, holding his nose, red spreading across his white gloves. Candice was attempting to pry Jessica off her back. Mohinder looked to the window. "Fight without the fire. I'll go down and make sure Niki is okay." Mohinder turned away from the fight and climbed out the window and down the fire escape that sat on the side of the building.

Candice finally threw Jessica off and was turning back to Peter, who was on his feet again. Candice bent over in pain when she felt the toe of Peter's boot ram into her stomach. Peter was ready to kick again, but got his foot caught in Candice's fast hands. He tried to pull it away, but Candice twisted his leg at just the right moment, causing him to turn in mid-air and fall onto the ground. Peter groaned lightly and looked up. Isaac was running towards Candice, but Candice had pulled out a katana and, with the lightning speed that had kept Jessica from seeing the hit from earlier, slashed at Isaac's ankles. Isaac gasped in pain and retreated a little. Candice got onto her feet, still holding onto the katana. She turned around, seeing Jessica just in time to stop her sneak attack with a quick thrust of the katana.

Peter and Isaac stilled, staring at Jessica and Candice. Candice was backing away, looking at the impaled woman with a mixture of fascination and almost-pity. Candice pulled out a knife and turned around, facing Peter, who was still staring at Jessica pinned up to the door like a peice of art, slumped over the blade that seemed to have the strength to hold all her weight. Peter finally looked up at Candice, who was still holding the knife. She had a smile on her face. "Die, Sailor Moon!" Peter rolled away, but not soon enough to fully escape the blade that sliced into his back. Peter gasped deeply and grit his teeth. He looked up to Candice.

"Fire Soul!" Candice looked up, then dissappeared as the mass of fire that was flying towards her passed the area she once was. Isaac's eyes widened. "Oh shit" he whispered as the flame exploded against the door and Jessica. "Oh shit" Isaac repeated. He looked down at Peter and rushed to him. Isaac bent down and slid his arms underneath Peter's body. He heaved his friend's body up and ran to the open window.

"So Jessica is good and dead now, isn't she?" Peter asked when they were on the fire escape. Isaac's steps were shaky from the cuts that were administered to them. Isaac didn't answer, and instead carried Peter down to the ground where Mohinder was holding back a hysterical Niki from running into the slowly burning apartement building.