Disclaimer: I do not owe Heros or any of the charactors. The original story and ideas are mine.

Sylar Captured

Chapter 1: Hope for the Captive

"We've got him" The phone call came at perfect timing. He did not have to address the infidelity tugging at his marriage. That was all he heard, all he needed to hear. Sylar captured. Without a word to his wife, the man got up and dressed quickly. He left the house, left his wife standing in the door wondering if there was a chance the marriage could be saved.

Matt found Audrey waiting for him at the precinct. "No time for idle chit-chat. I will brief you on the way to the airport. Our flight leaves in 20 minutes." Audrey was in full no-nonsense detective mode. The drive to the airport was reckless to say the least. Audrey sped through traffic and weaved in and out of stopped or slow moving vehicles. The time schedule was tight and did not allow time for deleys.

Information was slim. Audrey knew very little about the capture. She knew Sylar attacked a high school girl in Texas during the homecoming game. The local police found him lying on the stairs in front of the school. She ordered them to allow no one near the prisoner. She wanted to be the first one to speak to him. Her plan was simple, Matt would get into Sylar's head. Read his thoughts and then get the confession she desperately needed.

On the plane Audrey read and re-read Sylar's file. She wanted to be at the top of her game. This case was about to break wide open and her ability to handle it would make or break her career. Not only my career but Matt's too. He needs this break almost as much as me.

Matt's emotions ran wild. First he was terrified. Partly because of Audrey's driving and partly because in less then an hour, he would be sitting in the room with the most wanted serial killer of this time. It was exciting to be one of the few people to meet this man and help put him in jail. His mind filled with thoughts of his wife. Matt forced these thoughts of his mind. I need to stay focused. Deal with Sylar then deal with my marriage.

Peter sat in jail staring at the bars. He couldn't believe they thought he tried to kill the cheerleader. Why wouldn't they listen to him? Multiple times he told them what happened. Everyone just turned a deaf ear. Either pretending they didn't hear him or responding with "That's what they all say". No one would listen. He was a little bitter. I saved her, why don't they care? They have a psycho on the lose and they are holding me and letting him get away. One thought comforted him, the cheerleader was alive. That is what really matters. He succeeded in saving the cheerleader.

Quiet voices and hallowed footsteps echoed through the prison cell. Peter sat with his head down contemplating what to do next. Lost in thought, he did not realize that the young cheerleader stood at a distance, watching him.

Clair timidly walked up to the bars separating her from her rescuer. She cleared her throat startling the man, "You ok?"

Peter looked up, "Yeah. You?" He stood up and rushed to the bars, their faces inches apart, only separated by the cold metal.

"Nothing that won't heal. I am so sorry you are in here. I am trying to tell them they have the wrong person….That you tried to save me….I am not suppose to be here, my father talked them into letting me in…." Her voice trailed off as she realized she was rambling. "I am sorry" Her eyes watering. It was the only thing she could think of saying.

"It's ok, really," Gently, tenderly, he brushed the tear from her cheek. "I am glad you are not hurt".

Claire stared into his kind, brown eyes. How can he be so calm and strong? He is a gentle man. Not deserving of this fate. I have to find a way to help him. After all, he is like me. The only person I really can connect to, the only one who understands what it is like to be a freak.

"Time to go," the shadows spoke.

"Thanks is not enough for what you did. I am going to get you out of here" Claire wanted to hug him and comfort him. She knew her words were just that, words. There was very little she could do. "You're my hero".

Peter smiled "Thanks for coming to see me" The guard guided Claire away. Peter shouted, "You're welcome."

Claire's visit raised his spirits. It made him hopeful for a brighter future. A future without a jail cell, one free of a destroyed New York City. He sat down and calmly waited for the next step in his adventure.

Author's Note: This idea has been turning in my head since I saw the last episode. It was unfortunately written relatively quickly and I have no Beta, so I apologize and take full credit for any errors found. If interests exists then I will continue the story. Review let me know what you think!