A/N: welcome to my first Heroes fanfic. i couldn't take it anymore! i had to write one! lol. so, i'd just like to say that i watched it all the way through, and with the threat of it not coming back, (correct me on that if i'm wrong) i couldn't help myself. so here it is! i was so happy when Sylar went good! my dad seems to think it won't last, but i have my fingers crossed. however, as i have written him, he still has that badboy persona. i wanted to say that before you all freaked out about him being a goodie-two-shoes. anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 1: New Opponent

She shoved past reporters, who had just witnessed one girl jump from the Ferris wheel and not die, and all wondering what she would do, if anything. The strawberry blonde kept her angered emerald gaze on the two men past the crowd of flashing lights, video cameras and microphones, marching forward as the reporters backed up to keep at her pace. The girl that had started this had left with her father and now the two men were staring at the crowd in wonder.

She found a gap in the crowd to give her a clear view of the men and gritted her teeth as she threw a hand up, rolling her wrist to claw at the air until her palm was face up and as she did this, a clear filmy, firm substance wrapped around one of the men from feet to shoulders as they stared at her in wonder and the reporters gasped, asking their cameramen if they were getting this.

She ignored all, marching toward the men as she moved her hand to slap the air, making her palm face the ground and causing the man to slam back first onto the ground.

"I knew it was you, you son of a bitch!" she snarled, marching toward him, but the other dark haired man stepped in front of her, stopping her.

"Let him go," he requested, calmly.

"Peter, don't," the man on the ground called, warningly.

"Yeah, Peter," the blonde retorted, mockingly. "Don't."

Without another word she placed a hand on his chest and a surge of the clear film shoved him out of the way, into the air then to the ground with a thud a few yards away. She turned her attention to the man on the ground and stalked toward him as she lifted her hand, palm facing up and she flicked her index and middle finger toward her to shoot the man to his feet again as she stood right in front of him, a head shorter than him.

"Sylar," she ground out as he looked down at her in dazed shock from being whipped around. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this day, do you? You never could, since you didn't bother asking my brother who he was leaving behind when you killed him. You wouldn't be who you are if not for him and the power you stole from him!"

Realization set into Sylar's eyes as they widened and he breathed, "Your brother was Brian Davis?"

"Emphasis on was," the blonde spat. "You have no idea what I've been through to find you. I even changed my name several times, and now I've found you. I have you at my mercy, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it." She kept her hand palm up and raised her fingers toward the sky, slowly closing them toward her palm to make the film squeeze tighter around Sylar's body and making him start to squirm in pain. "How bout I squeeze you till your head pops off? That should be about your speed. A nice, gory death for a twisted villain like you. What d'ya think?"

She was suddenly tackled back and the film fell from Sylar's body, disappearing as she felt some of her power being drained from her and he fell onto the ground from the sudden loss of support. She gave a grunt when she landed on the ground, Peter a few feet away from her and she shot to her feet to glare at him with a predatory gaze as he stood as well.

"Empath, huh?" she smirked. "This should be fun."

"Stop this," Peter panted from having to tackle her as Sylar dusted himself off and headed toward Peter to stand next to him. "Nobody has to die."

"He does," the blonde snapped, pointing at Sylar and she continued to glare at the two. "He's a murderer!"

"Not anymore," Peter replied, but shot his gaze to his shoulder when he felt a hand on it.

"I'll handle this myself, Peter," Sylar assured him, stepping around him as the empath frowned at him and the blonde gave a devious smirk.

"Finally gonna get your hands dirty?" she smirked as Sylar stepped in front of Peter. "How naïve is he? Thinking you're not a murderer anymore. What is he? Stupid?"

"I have changed," Sylar argued calmly, taking a step toward her.

"Like hell," the blonde snapped, taking a step back to keep a good distance between them. "People like you don't change over night. What good have you done?"

"I saved a woman from killing thousands of people," he replied, still heading toward her and she still stepped back.

"Oh, and that makes you Saint of the freakin' year, right?" she shot back, backing toward the crowd of people. "One heroic act doesn't make you a hero."

"Doesn't it?" Sylar wondered knowingly, finally stopping. "I don't have any desire to kill anymore. I could have killed so many times tonight, but I didn't."

"But you killed my brother!" the blonde screamed, tears coming to her eyes as she shoved the air in front of her with both hands, sending a surge of clear film at him but just as she did he raised his hands and used his telekinesis to keep it from hitting himself and Peter, not without being shoved slightly back with the force of it. The blonde growled as she dropped the shield as she dropped her hands and breathed heavily through clenched teeth, still glaring at Sylar. "You killed him…and I'm going to kill you, even if I have to do it with my bare hands!"

She lifted her hands to strike again, but Sylar lifted his hands as if he held a puppet on strings, and she moved as if she were the puppet. Her elbows came up to shoulder height, her hands dangling loosely and she tried struggling against the invisible force, but it did no good. Sylar moved his hands so that her arms came down to her sides then walked her toward himself and Peter as the crowd of reporters still watched in awe.

"Fitting power for you to have---!" She was cut off when Sylar used one hand to touch his finger tips to his thumb, shutting her mouth and she struggled against that too, but in vain.

"What should we do with her?" he wondered at Peter, neither one of them taking their eyes off of her and neither one caring about the reporters. After seeing Claire 'kill' herself, this was probably nothing, really.

Peter glanced at the reporters, realizing they'd probably be doing more harm than good at letting them see this, and said, "Let's take her somewhere to question her. Preferably away from the cameras."

Sylar nodded as Peter placed a hand on his shoulder to absorb a bit of his flight ability, and they both took each of the blonde's hands to launch into the sky, the reporters snapping pictures and watching them the whole way as they flew from the carnival.

One hour later...

"Let me outta this chair!" she snarled, struggling to free herself from the wires around her wrists and ankles as Peter and Sylar stood in front of her in a motel room. "I'm gonna kill you the way you killed my brother!"

"Now, is that any incentive for us to untie you?" Sylar wondered, half honest, half sarcastic and the blonde glared up at him, stopping in her struggle to be free to do so. It was a little chilling to both him and Peter how much she looked like him when she glared at them like that.

"I could get out of this if I wanted to," she murmured, dangerously. "I can sharpen my shields enough to cut through things. Maybe I can demonstrate on your head?!"

"I can regenerate, remember?" Sylar retorted, making Peter look at him with wide eyes. Apparently, the cocky sarcasm hadn't gone away with his desire to kill. "Why don't you tell us your name?"

"What do you care?" the blonde sneered, looking away from them and slightly tugging on the bonds around her wrists.

"What's your name?" Peter asked, guessing she'd respond better to him than to Sylar and she looked up at him, her emerald eyes evaluating him closely.

"My name was Tina Davis," she replied, not taking her gaze from Peter. "My legal name now is Tatiana York."

"And you're here to avenge your brother," Peter guessed as Sylar glanced between the two of them. He was obviously out of the conversation at the moment and decided to have a seat on one of the beds.

"Yes," Tatiana ground out, now glaring at Peter. "And I don't care what you seem to think, Sylar is a murderer. He can't change. Not a psychopath like him."

"You do know I'm right here," Sylar called and when she shot her gaze at him he waved with a sarcastic smile. "I can hear you."

"I don't give a shit if you can hear me or not!" Tatiana snapped back. "It's true! If it offends you that much why don't you just take off my head like you do everyone else?!"

"Alright, first of all, I never really took off anyone's whole head," Sylar corrected, standing and stepping toward her again as Peter watched the two carefully. "I just took off their scalps." He leaned in front of her, his hands resting on her wrists as she glared at him. "Second of all, I told you, I'm not killing anymore. I don't want to kill anymore. Whether you wanna believe that or not, it's true."

"I don't believe it," Tatiana shot back. "And as soon as I get out of this chair it won't matter, because you'll be dead."

"Determined, aren't you?" Sylar retorted, standing fully to stare down at her as she only glared up at him before he turned to Peter over his shoulder to tell him, "I say we leave her here and get our head start."

"It doesn't matter where you go," she chimed in, making both men look back at her as she glared at Sylar. "I'll find you, and fight you until you're dead."

"Well, that'll take all your life, sweetheart, because I'm immortal," Sylar retorted, making Tatiana's eyes widen. "Don't you know? Being indestructible like that girl that jumped off the Ferris wheel means I can't die."

"Everyone dies," she smirked, deviously. "It's just a matter of finding the soft spot. I could chop off your head. That would kill you."

"It might," Sylar nodded and leaned in her face again. "But do you really wanna take that chance and fail?"

"Alright, that's enough," Peter interjected, not liking where this was going. He pulled Sylar back by the arm to get his attention as he suggested, "Let's leave her here, like you said. She'll get herself out, but we'll need that head start if she comes after you again."

"Oh, there's no 'if' about it, Peter," she chimed in, catching their attention again. "I will come after him."

"I look forward to the challenge," Sylar shot back with that smirk he'd always given before slicing the top of someone's head off. Peter caught the look and quickly pulled him back toward the door, fearing the worst.

"Let's go," he urged, pulling him away, but the two kept eye contact for a moment before Sylar turned away and pulled his arm from Peter's grip as they stepped out of the room on the first floor just in time to catch the sun coming up.

"We should've asked her how she found me," Sylar said as they walked through the parking lot. "She probably has some locator power."

"It's not that," Peter explained, making Sylar frown at him in wonder. "When I tackled her I took some of her power. She can sense other Specials within a certain range."

"How far a range?" Sylar asked, intrigued and Peter shrugged.

"Half a mile, maybe?" he replied. "I couldn't sense where Hiro had taken the others at the carnival. It's not very far."

"Can she sense who the person is?" Sylar wondered.

"No," he shook his head. "That's why she blitz-attacked. She had to see that it was you."

Sylar nodded and thought back on why she was after him for a moment, but didn't have time to dwell on it when Peter tapped his arm, drawing his attention.

"We'd better get that head start," he suggested. "I have to find Emma and make sure she's ok."

"Yeah," Sylar nodded, absently. "I'll go…home."

Peter nodded and thanked him for saving Emma again before flying into the sunrise, Sylar watching him before looking around and deciding to hoof it. He glanced back at the motel room door where they had left Tatiana once more before heading down the street toward his apartment. He felt like he hadn't been there in so long.

No sooner had he strolled out of sight of the motel did the door to the room the three had been splinter into pieces as a pulse erupted from inside the room. As the wood chips from the explosion fell, Tatiana stepped out of the room and into the dawn, glaring around, knowing Sylar was still close by. She sensed him.

"I'll get you yet, you psychotic son of a botch," she ground out to herself. "You don't deserve my brother's power."

She lifted a hand to the point it at the ground and drew a circle in the air. The filmy substance she called as her shields formed a saucer a few inches above the ground and she stepped onto it. She guided it with her mind to fly up above the parking lot then toward the street where she caught sight of Sylar.

"Gotcha," she whispered, and leaned forward a bit as she guided her shield toward him at lightening speed.

He spun around, hearing her coming and lifted a hand to stop her a few feet above him but she kicked the saucer below feet at him and it hit him in the gut, sending him back and to the ground as the saucer fell away and disappeared as Tatiana fell to the ground when his hold on her broke. They both groaned in pain as they struggled to get to their feet. Tatiana was the first to get the world back into focus, and seeing Sylar struggling to get up she lifted a hand and clawed the air, rolling her wrist until her palm faced up again and a shield formed around Sylar again as it had at the carnival.

"This time, I don't have that damned Empath to stop me from killing you," she snarled, marching toward him as Sylar's head lulled on his shoulders and he groaned in pain, lifting his head.

"Don't," he breathed, trying to regain his senses from being thrown.

"Why the hell not?!" Tatiana snapped and lifted another hand to point at his mouth, drawing a line in the air and causing a strip of clear film to cover his mouth to keep him from speaking. "You didn't spare my brother! Why shouldn't a kill you?! You're Sylar, damn it! I'd be doing the world a favor if I killed you, and no matter how many times you tell me you've changed, you haven't! You're still a cold blooded killer!"

She started pulling her fingers into her palm as she had done before and Sylar gave little muffled noises of discomfort as she did. She had him, and it made her confident to know that she had Sylar, her brother's killer, at her mercy. Then she did something stupid.

She removed the strip of film from his mouth with a flick of her fingers and asked, smugly, "Any last words, scumbag?"

Sylar glared at her and smirked, making her frown in wonder before he said, "You're going to release me, now."

Tatiana's frown disappeared as she lowered her hand and the shield disappeared from Sylar's body as she stared at him, blankly. He stood tall, straightening himself out and she shook her head vigorously, coming back to reality and out of her trance. She shot her gaze to him and lifted her hand to capture him again but she was stopped.

"Stop," he ordered, calling open Eden's power of control to help him, and Tatiana stopped, staring at him blankly again. He smiled, deviously and strode toward her, saying, "You'll come with me and let me do any talking that needs to be done."

"I'll come with you," she said, absently and Sylar nodded in approval before taking her hand and leading her down the street. She obediently trailed after him as he headed toward his house with a little more light to guide him along.

"You'll give up trying to kill me, soon enough," he smiled, more to himself than to her and thought for a moment. "I'll need to call in a favor from Noah when we get to me place." His devious smile returned at that thought. "That's gonna be a fun conversation."

A/N: and there it is. if i go OOC with anybody just tell me. and by that, I mean Sylar, since this story is mostly about him and Tatiana. reviews?