Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters are property of NBC. I wished I owned Zachary Quinto! Sylar is my favorite character on Heroes. Even though I love him I had nothing to do with his creation.

Claims: All Non-canon characters I came up with in my head.

Authors Note: I love to dedicate this story to my two best friends for always inspiring me. I came up with this story randomly. I was sitting around one day and it just came to me. Please enjoy! Please Review!

Story Info: Rated T for Language, mild violence, sexual references.

Pairings: Sylar/OC, Peter/OC, Mohinder/OC

Ch. 1: An Unmistakable Mission

"I have to leave," I said with a little frustration my voice. My "Mother" seemed to not be listening at all. Lucy, who as you might have guessed, is my caregiver not my actual mom. She didn't get how much this meant to me.

"Why do you have to go to New York?" Lucy asked, who by this time sounded annoyed, but at this point I didn't care. Lucy's blessing really did mean something to me. I could leave, but I wanted her permission.

It still annoyed me that after all this time Lucy still questioned me about my work. She knew I don't talk about "them", the specials, or people with abilities. The abilities ranged from flying to invisibility to reading minds. I made a vow long ago that if I wanted to help "them" then I needed to take a vow of silence whenever my clients came for my help. I also don't tell anyone what my true ability is. Telling people about my ability took awhile. Did I forget too mention that I to was one of them? I have been living with different families for a very long time. I can't even remember living with my parents. Don't even think about asking me what my age is. There are three things I don't like talking about: One, my job, two, my ability, and three, my age. I also don't like talking about my parents, but that is a different story completely.

"I have to go, please Lucy!" I began to beg, feeling like a five year old.

"Absolutely not, Gabrielle!" Lucy said stubbornly. I was beginning to get annoyed. Didn't she know that someone's life was at stake?

"Fine!" I shouted, walking up the stairs. I slammed my door shut, taking care to bang it as loud as I could.

Lucy clearly was too absorbed in John, her boyfriend, to care. Lucy is really sweet and nice, but she is still selfish sometimes. I liked living with Lucy, but maybe it was time for a change. You see I don't look my age, I haven't for awhile. This makes it difficult to stay with one family for more than a couple of years. I hated starting over. At least I didn't have to change my name. I had to change my last name, but who cares about last names. My name was the only important thing I held onto. Just when I was beginning to like a family, I had to change. I can barely pass for 20. Don't get me wrong, I love traveling, but enough is enough. After this client I was going to retire. Lucy's refusal made up my mind. I dialed a phone number I had come to know well and left a voicemail. Then I began to write a letter.

Lucy,

Thanks for everything. I decided to leave on my own. I know I won't be welcome back, but I figured out where I need to be, New York. Maybe I will see you again in the future, but I need to be in New York right now. I have a friend that is willing to help me; don't worry it's not dangerous. Thanks so much. Please don't be too mad at me.

Thanks again,

Gabby.

I hoped that everything I was doing wouldn't be for nothing. I picked up my bag and climbed out my window. My bag wasn't real heavy. I wouldn't need it where I was going. I began to walk down the street to an uncertain future and an unmistakable mission.

Next Chapter: Gabby arrives in New York. Her old friend is not his usual self. She finds out how hard her best friend's life has been since the death of his brother.