Chapter 1

"Sylar?" Mohinder whispered his hand scantly tracing a prickly cheek, afraid of startling the deadly man.

"I'm trying to sleep, leave me alone." The man turned onto his side but remained semi-conscious.

"Please, I can't sleep," the darker mans voice was more desperate than he would have liked to come across, he couldn't help it, his body would shut down in days without warning if he couldn't just sleep he just needed eight hours of uninterrupted sleep and he could survive. "Just for a few minutes, please."

"I'm exhausted Mohinder, I'm not going to stay up telling you stories, for the last time, stop being so childish."

Mohinder stared sadly at the other man and sat up in the large bed, his eyes tearing up in sheer exhaustion.

"I love you," he whispered his legs thrown over the side of the bed; his hands were wringing the hem of his shirt as he waited for a reply that never came.

In moments he heard the soft even breathing of a person dead to the world and stumbled to his feet. The bathroom was steps away but he made for the kitchen, Sylar had super human hearing but the further away the less chance of him disturbing the killer.

Mohinder walked on tip toes as he traveled through the dark space, he retrieved a hand towel and a glass and silently turned on the faucet, the only noise that filled the room was the sputtering of the sink before the sound of a steady stream of water was stifled by the stark white hand towel.

Thoroughly soaked, the towel was transferred from the sink to the mans already damp forehead.

The nightmares had been getting worse. He had been praying to any god that he could name for weeks now every night but as he suspected it was a useless endeavor.

Instead he was forced to walk through the apartment late at night, for hours, until exhaustion destroyed his will to escape the dreams. He would tumble into bed in the early hours of the morning for few hours of restless sleep and would awaken to an empty home and an angry note berating him for his movements during the night.