This is my first proper original character fic, I really hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes!

"Meet Angel Cabrerra." Noah Bennett said slapping a folder down on the table in front of the two agents. The agent on the left picked up the folder and studied the photograph; the girl in the grainy image had shoulder length black hair and vibrant blue eyes, she's pretty he thought to himself. "She can transfer other people's injuries onto herself and then heals herself of that injury."

"So if she's a healer," the agent on the right asked. "why do we need to track her down? She's not dangerous."

"Because we need to discover the full extent of her powers." Bennett replied. The two agents exchanged a glance.

"Meaning?" the agent on the left asked.

"Meaning we want to see if her powers will work in reverse..." Bennett stated. The penny dropped in the mind of the agent on the right.

"You want to see if she can transfer any injuries she sustains onto another person." he said dryly, glaring at the man in front of him.

"Bingo!" Bennett smirked.

The two agents left the room and made their way swiftly out of The Company's new building and into the busy New York streets. Once outside they very quickly made their way to the nearest alley. When they were sure they hadn't been followed the shape-shifting powers they had both acquired kicked in and they shifted back into their original forms.

"Did you hear what he said?" Gabriel growled once the pain of transformation had subsided.

"Yeah. I did." Peter replied, straightening the jacket that was now slightly too big for him. "So?"

"So we need to find her." Gabriel stated. "Before Bennett does." Peter may not have realised what Bennett had meant by his interest in reversing this girl's powers but Gabriel did. Gabriel knew what Bennett wanted to do and he was determined to do everything in his power (both natural and supernatural) to prevent that from happening.

Angel walked hurriedly down the dark street. She kept replaying the scene in her mind; she had been walking past a bar on her way home from work some drunks outside had started a fight, the fight had got heated and one of them had been stabbed in the stomach. Angel had stepped in and used her ability to heal the man. Instead of being grateful that she had saved his life the man's friends had stared at her and called her a freak.

It had been happening since she was a child and had discovered that she had this strange power. Every time Angel had tried to use her power to help someone they had stared at her and called her a freak. It wasn't as if she wasn't used to people calling her a freak but it still hurt when they did. Angel turned into an alley and leaned against the cold bricks, trying to fight back the tears forming in her eyes. She quickly composed herself and was about to leave the alley when she bumped into a man about the same height as her with short dark hair.

"Angel Cabrerra?" the man asked. Immediately on edge Angel turned to run down the alley away from him but found herself running into another man. This one was slightly taller and also had dark hair but his was slightly longer than the other man's, he grabbed her before she could run again.

"Easy there." he said huskily and spun her around to face his companion.

"Who are you and how do you know my name?" she asked, trying to hide her terror.

"We're not going to hurt you, Angel, my name is Gabriel Gray, I'm..." he began. Angel tried to wrench herself out of his grasp but he was too strong.

"I know who you are, Sylar." she spat. "And trust me, I don't have anything you could possibly want." She felt his entire body tense as she continued to try and get free from his vice like grip. The other man stepped forward.

"I'm Peter Petrelli..." he began. Angel snorted derisively.

"I've heard of you too, and I don't much care for what I've heard." she sneered at him.

"Angel we're trying to save you." Peter said. "You're being followed."

"By who?" Angel asked, her terror beginning to intensify.

"We can't tell you here, come with us and we'll explain everything." Gabriel told her. Angel snorted derisively again.

"You honestly think I'm going to agree to this, how stupid do you think I am?" she spat. Peter smirked.

"If you won't go quietly..." he began but before he could finished Angel roughly jabbed her elbow into the stomach of the man holding her. The other man lunged at her but she jabbed the palm of her hand into the bridge of his nose. As both men tended to their injuries Angel turned and ran as fast as she could, she ran till her lungs ached and her muscles burned. She finally stopped in the entrance to another alley to try and catch her breath.

She looked round the damp bricks to see if the two men had followed her, she couldn't see them but there were quite a few people around and she couldn't be sure they weren't blending in with the crowd. Knowing it was probably a bad idea she turned to walk down the alley but she walked headlong into another man. In the light from a nearby street lamp she could see that this man had cold blue eyes and horn-rimmed glasses.

"Angel Cabrerra?" he asked, his voice as cold as his eyes.

"W...who wants to know?" she stammered, unable to keep the fear out of her voice this time. This man scared her a lot more than the other two did, despite the fact that she knew one was a wanted serial killer.

"That's not important right now. The important thing is that you come with me." the man in the horn-rimmed glasses stated. Angel turned and ran, she didn't know who this man was but she knew she didn't want to get mixed up with the likes of him. She had barely got the the street when something hit the back of her neck sending jolts of electricity coursing through her body. The shocks intensified and Angel felt everything fade to black.

Peter wiped the blood off his lip, he gingerly touched his nose. It felt broken but he'd deal with that later, he turned to see Gabriel running after the dark haired girl.

"Gabriel wait!" he yelled after his companion. Gabriel spun round to face him.

"No Peter! We need to find her before Bennett does!" he yelled and continued running. Peter followed, surprised that his friend was so agile after being punched in the stomach. The pair ran down the street until they realised that who they were chasing had disappeared.

"We lost her." Peter said panting. "What do we..."

"Shh." Gabriel cut him off. His super-hearing was beginning to kick in; 'Angel Cabrerra? W...who wants to know?' A cry of pain sounded from the alley a few feet away from them. The two men exchanged a glance then sprinted in the direction of the cry. They reached the entrance of the alleyway to see Angel lying unconscious on the floor, Noah Bennett standing above her. With a flick of his fingers Gabriel sent Bennett flying into the bricks, knocking the tazer gun out of his hand. Peter ran to Angel's side, luckily she was still breathing.

"You've sided yourself with the wrong person Peter." Bennett yelled from his position against the wall.

"I'm not that person anymore, Noah." Gabriel growled. Bennett scoffed.

"You're a killer, Sylar, and you always will be. You've signed your own death warrant Peter, one day he'll kill you too."

"Let's get out of here." Peter said to Gabriel, ignoring Bennett's comments. Gabriel let his telekinetic hold on Bennett go and ran to join Peter at the unconscious girl's side. Bennett pulled a handgun out of his pocket and fired at the killer he had been hunting for years. Bennett's hand was shaking slightly forcing him to miss his original target and hit the man beside him. The shots ripped through Peter's chest, he screamed in agony as the bullets lodged in his chest. He needed to heal but he needed to get himself, Gabriel and (most importantly) Angel back to their apartment. He grabbed hold of Gabriel's shoulder and Angel's wrist and concentrated as hard as he could with the pain in his chest.

Bennett watched as the three disappeared in front of his eyes. He cursed under his breath knowing that there was no way he could possibly track them down now. He got to his feet and straightened his jacket, he would just have to wait for Peter and Sylar to slip up and show themselves again. He had been tracking the pair of them for months, he guessed he could wait a few more.

Peter, Gabriel and the still unconscious Angel appeared in the living room of the apartment the two men shared. Still trying to fight the pain searing through his body Peter ripped off his jacket and shirt to inspect the damage. Blood was pouring out of three small holes in his chest where Bennett's shots had hit him.

"Gabriel, I need your healing power." he coughed. Gabriel hesitated, not because he didn't want to help Peter but because he was sure they would need the teleportation power he had acquired again.

"But what about teleporting?" he asked.

"If we need it again, I'll call Hiro." Peter said, coughing again. He reached out to take Gabriel's hand.

"Oh my god!" came a strangled cry. The two men turned to see Angel fully conscious and staring at the wounds in Peter's chest. She ran to Peter's side intending to heal him but the empath grabbed his companions hand and Gabriel transferred his regenerative power to Peter.

Angel stared as the holes in the man's chest began to close up. Having never seen someone heal before because she had been concentrating too much on doing the healing herself all she could do was stare in horror and amazement as three small metal bullets fell out of the holes and they closed completely. She stared at his perfectly smooth chest, there wasn't even a mark to suggest that he had been hurt.

Angel felt her stomach lurch, now she understood why people called her a freak – that was the most disgusting thing she had even seen. She retched as she watched Peter's nose pop back into joint as well.

"Are you alright?" Gabriel asked, giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze. Angel tried to speak but she just ended up retching again. The urge to vomit was overpowering and Angel finally expelled the contents of stomach over Gabriel's shirt. She looked up into his eyes and wiped her mouth.

"Sorry." she muttered, embarrassed. Gabriel gave her an awkward smile.

"It's ok." he told her and peeled his shirt off. In the artificial light Angel couldn't help but notice how attractive these two men actually were, despite the fact that they had basically kidnapped her.

"How are you feeling Angel?" Peter asked, pulling a clean t-shirt over his head.

"What the hell is going on?" she asked. Peter sighed and guided the dark haired girl to sit on the sofa.

"It's a long story. Gabriel and I work undercover at a company who make it their purpose to try and control people with certain abilities." he told her.

"The Company has made you their newest target." Gabriel stated.

"But why?" Angel asked, a lump beginning to form in her throat.

"We think they only want to study you," Peter said. "but there could be a hidden agenda behind this...they may want to do more that just study you."

"I thought that this had all stopped." Angel whispered, tears beginning to fall down her pale face. "I thought that once Claire Bennett outed the Specials this would all stop." Peter put his arm around her shoulder. Gabriel felt a small stab of jealousy, he wished that he was the one to be comforting the stunningly beautiful girl they had just rescued.

"We just want to help you." Gabriel smiled and reached out to give her hand a squeeze. She drew it back as if his skin was on fire. She met his gaze, bright blue meeting dark brown.

"Last time I heard you killed people like us." she glared at him. Despite the fact that he barely knew her, the accusatory tone still hurt. No matter who it came from Gabriel still found it hard when people judged him on his past discrepancies.

"I'm not that person anymore." he said darkly.

"Gabriel's reformed." Peter reiterated. Angel studied the man opposite her, she had heard stories about the infamous Sylar but this man wasn't exactly what she had pictured. She turned back to look into the soft eyes of the man with his arm still around her.

"So what's going to happen to me now?" she asked.

"You're going to have to stay here for a while, just until The Company has taken you off their 'most wanted' list." Peter told her. "If you're here then we have a better chance of protecting you."

"Where will I sleep?" the dark haired girl asked.

"I'll make up the sofa, you can have my bed." Peter told her.

"The sofa's fine." Angel smiled. Peter smiled back at her.

"If you need anything, just give one of us a knock." Gabriel interjected, trying not to feel like a third wheel. Angel turned and gave him a small smile.

"Thanks."

Peter lay awake staring at the ceiling. The evening could have been better, he could not have got shot for one thing, but they had managed to keep Angel away from Bennett. That was the main thing that they had managed to keep her away from him, the fact that she was now sleeping on their sofa was an added perk.

The girl was beautiful. She was slim but curvy, her eyes were so big he could get lost in them and try as he might he couldn't stop wondering what she looked like naked. Peter mentally slapped himself, he shouldn't be thinking about her like that! Angel was scared, she had been pulled out of her world and was now sleeping on a stranger's sofa. She also knew about Sylar, that would be enough to scare anyone without what had happened to her tonight.

But she was so beautiful and innocent looking. The kind of girl good guys wanted to take to meet their mothers and the kind bad guys wanted to destroy. Just as he was going to bed he had caught a glimpse of her in a pair of tiny shorts and one of his shirts that looked huge on her. An overpowering urge had come over him; the urge to rip the shirt open, kiss her all over and make her scream his name until she forgot her own.

A soft knock at the door made him hurriedly push those thoughts to the back of his mind and hastily cover his semi-hard erection. The door opened and Angel stood in the doorway. Peter flicked on his bedroom light and smiled at her.

"You ok?" he asked. Angel slipped inside the room and closed the door.

"I couldn't sleep." she said. "Just wanted to talk." She looked at him and bit her lip. Peter took in her appearance and he could feel his self control beginning to waver. He patted the covers next to him and she slid onto the edge of the bed. "Peter...I..." she began.

"Ssssh." Peter put a finger to her lips. Angel's breath hitched, this man was way too good looking. He grabbed the front of her shirt (which was effectively his shirt) and pulled her into a smouldering kiss.