A/N: I'm not quite sure where this should pick up. If I'm sure about something, that'd be this fic is dedicated to the Sylar/GabrielxMaya pairing. :) I know, I know... maybe it's not likely to happen in the actual season, but someone owes me fifty bucks if it does happen. "Huhah!" if it does! I don't know why I always like the "unlikely"...:)

P.S. This is only my second fic, i'm not even done with my first. :P Go easy on me.

Chapter I: His Watch

Several Months Later

New York

"Haha!"

Sylar only narrowed his eyes and sighed. Temper... Temper... He wasn't exactly happy about the kid rolling around on the rooftop floor laughing at him. This kid better stop laughing at me. I'm beginning to hear him tick. He thought to himself as he chose not to look at the fifteen year-old still laughing so hard that he was teary-eyed.

He came to this kid's favorite hang-out spot at this time of night for a reason and it definitely wasn't this. He had been sitting at the ledge, thinking deeply before telling him the story.

"You..." the kid caught his breath a while. "You actually did that. Aw, man!"

"Tick tock, Scott," Sylar warned the kid in gritted teeth. "I'm hearing you like the Big Ben now."

"I'm sorry, really," Scott went silent, pursing his lips together for a few seconds, but as his jaw quivered he gave in to another round of annoying laughter. "NOT! Ahaha!"

Sylar grunted and flexed his fingers.

Hearing the older male's crackling knuckles, Scott immediately went silent although he still had a stupid grin plastered on his face. "We both know you can't do that, and you know what I can do."

"...and it ticks me off," Sylar added as he returned his gaze to New York's city lights.

"D'ya get her anything?"

Sylar heaved a sigh. "No. That's why I did what you thought was a laugh fest."

"Aw, come on man!" Scott lightly slapped Sylar on the shoulder, making watch man glare at him, and sat on the ledge with him. "That's gotta be something! I mean, you have reputation, and you'd do something like that? It's crazy man."

"I've gone crazy. I need to be fixed." Sylar brought a hand to his forehead. Frustration wasn't exactly the feeling someone like him got, but right now, it's what he's got and he thinks he was damaged really badly. "I don't like being broken!"

"C'mon, buddy," Scott turned his baseball cap backward and began sounding serious. "Can you stop thinking like this for a few seconds? Listen, not everything ticks like you think they do. But if you insist that things are like this, that they have certain ways to...to -- what's your choice of word again -- work, was it?"

Sylar stayed silent.

Scott scratched the back of his head. "Then okay, keep your perspective like that. But it would be important if you view things simply. You don't just remember how things work. Find a way to look at things like they were simple."

Sylar remained silent and looked at Scott like what he just said didn't really matter.

"Okay... I'm running out of shit to say here," Scott looked around for options when he noticed Sylar's watchless wrist. "Yo, where's your watch? Don't tell me you sold it to get her something."

"I gave it to her."

The kid could only blink. "What was that? You wouldn't even let me touch that watch!"

"I couldn't get her anything else."

"No, you kidding? That's what I was talking about!" Scott happily gave Sylar's shoulder another sound slap, making the sinister actually raise a hand at his forehead. The teenager snickered and pulled Sylar's hand away. "Okay, I'll stop that... But more importantly, I'm proud of you tick-tock man!"

If Sylar was more animated, he could've just rolled his eyes, but as he was, he could only stay silent, not give you a damn, or maybe grunt.

"Woo-hoo! This calls for a drink, dulce amor! Haha!"

Go ahead and drown yourself with laughter, stupid kid. Yep, That's right. He gave her the watch he always wore.

He could still remember how she smiled when he gave her the watch. To him, the watch was special, but to other people, it was nothing. That's why if things were really mechanic as he would put things, something in him would have spun off the mechanism like crazy at that moment because she smiled and gave him her thanks. That smile, compared to nothing.

"Gracias, Gabriel." That's how she said it. Even if he despised being called that name, he found it strange how the girl could say it without him getting ticked off. In fact, he felt contented whenever she called him by that name.

But then...going back...way, way back...

How the hell did he get himself in this again?

I know it's boring. I'll do a hopefully better chapter next time and I hope you'll like it. :) Thanks for reading anyway.