A/N: Where did this fic come from? Several places. First off, my fanhoods of both Heroes and Wicked. Then I read the wonderful fic "Who Mourns The Wicked?" by queenoftheoutlands, wherein Wicked is applied to Season 1 of Heroes. The final inspiration was the disappointing ending to Volume 4 and the death of Nathan. Trying to think of them dealing with Sylar now that he's basically unkillable led to this...

Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes or Wicked. If I did, that finale would have been changed, and I'd probably never work again, respectively.


Noah Bennet entered the presidential suite at the Stanton Hotel and immediately knew something was wrong. He saw Matt Parkman standing by the fireplace, staring at the wall, seemingly unable to look at…something. Angela Petrelli was kneeling by a chair nearby, loudly crying. He walked forward and noticed that there was a body in the chair. Noah couldn't see who it was, so he approached it to reveal –

"Nathan," he breathed. The Senator didn't move, his eyes glazed over, his skin already seeming to lose its color. Noah's eyes went wide. "It must have been Sylar." He barely saw Angela nod as his mind raced. "We have to get him out of here before – "

He was interrupted by the door opening. The room's occupants turned to see Peter, a body slung over one shoulder, and Claire enter the room. "He's unconscious," Peter reported, tossing the body onto the couch. "I don't know how long he'll be out, but we have to decide – " He looked up to see everyone staring at him and not saying a word. "What?"

"Nathan?" questioned Claire, only a few steps inside the room but looking right at the body in the chair. She immediately looked to her father, who gave her a barely perceptible nod. She gasped at the same moment that Peter strode forward with a small grin. "Nathan, good, we got Sylar, and now – "

The younger Petrelli stopped as he noticed Nathan wasn't moving. "Nathan?" he asked, looking closer. And then he saw the cut in Nathan's throat. "No. NO!! Nathan!!" Peter broke down into sobs, unable to look at his dead brother, his mother rushing over to comfort him.

"He can't have been dead that long," Noah commented. Claire sharply looked up. "Really? Then maybe we can bring him back." Everyone in the room immediately looked at her. "Bring him back? How?" asked Angela. "My blood."

A tiny flicker of hope appeared in Peter's eyes as Matt looked at Claire curiously. "Your blood?" "It can heal other people," Peter responded. "And it brought me back to life once," added Noah, already going to a supply pack he had brought over from Building 26. "We just need a needle to inject it into him." He fished around in the pack and then brought out a needle with a grin. "Here we are."

As Noah began drawing blood from his daughter, Matt walked over to the unconscious Sylar. "We still have to decide what to do with him," Peter told the larger man. Matt nodded. "Let me see what I can do with his mind." He got to work, seeing what memories he could find to alter or erase.

Peter injected the needle into Nathan's arm. Angela stood behind him, hands clasped, almost not daring to hope. Claire and Noah watched as her blood entered into Nathan's body. Nothing happened for a few seconds. And then…

"Look!" Peter cried. The cut in Nathan's throat slowly closed up. His flesh seemed to brighten. And with a tremendous gasp, life returned to his eyes and he sat up, coughing loud and long.

"NATHAN!" Peter and Angela yelled simultaneously, running to him. They threw their arms around him as Nathan finally caught his breath. "Ma, Pete, what happened? I remember Sylar cutting my throat, and then…" The other Petrellis stopped to look at each other, not sure what to say. Peter finally said "You…died, Nathan."

Nathan appeared shocked, and could only muster up enough to say "Wow." "But Claire's blood healed you and brought you back." "Claire?" "Right here," came a soft voice from the other side of the room. Nathan turned to see his biological daughter slowly approach him with a big smile on her face. "You saved me, Claire." The young girl replied, "Well I never got a chance to help after you got shot. So I owed you this one." Nathan smiled in gratitude.

Noah walked over as Matt broke his mental connection to Sylar. "What can you do?" Matt shook his head. "There's a lot that's deeply engrained. Guilt over his mother, anger at Arthur and Angela for using him…" He turned to look at Claire with his peripheral vision. "He…wanted to get Claire to love him – "

He was interrupted by Noah drawing his gun and pointing it at Sylar. "Woah woah, wait! He moved the weak point in his brain with his shape-shifting, we don't even know how we can kill him." "So what choice does that leave us?" asked Nathan, who had shakily gotten to his feet and was walking over to join the rest of them. Peter helped his brother and looked up, asking Matt, "Can you trap him in a vision of some kind?"

A corner of Matt's mouth quirked up. "Yeah. It figures you'd have compassion on him." He chuckled. "Sylar was probably closest to you two, what with trying to impersonate Nathan and thinking all of you were brothers." Nathan looked at Peter with a confused and frightened look, but Peter just waved it off. "Long story." Matt regarded Sylar's prone form. "He only ever wanted to be special. Despite the killings, he still thinks he's kind of a good guy…"

"Sounds a lot like Wicked," commented Claire. Peter and Matt laughed in agreement. "You've seen it?" Nathan asked Matt. "Yeah, Daphne made me go see it once. Have to say that I enjoyed it, aside from all the crazy fangirl thoughts going on around me." Matt narrowed his eyes as he thought about this. "That could work...I'll have to modify or erase a lot of his memories, but I think I can put him in a place where he'll be satisfied."

Peter nodded. "He at least deserves that." Matt leaned forward and dove into the darkness of Sylar's mind…


A/N: That's your exposition. Now for the fun. Mine is more of a "straight substitution," one character for one character, than "Who Mourns The Wicked?" and others. Let's see how it goes...