Title: The Prodigal Son

Fan dom: Heroes

Rating: T -

Characters: Angela, Nathan, Peter, Gabriel/Sylar, Claire, Noah, mention of others

Spoilers: Same spoilers as the first installment, plus influence from Volume 3: Chapter 5: Angels and Monsters.Oh...I am assuming Sylar still has all his acquired powers, though, some speculation says he does not.

Notes: Thank you everyone that has read and reviewed this story so far. I have decided to continue this piece. I hope you continue to enjoy it.


Chapter 2:

The man that formerly called himself Sylar had a lot to reflect on. The last few days he was assigned to work with Noah Bennett in the Company. A man that wanted him dead.

He grew up believing Virginia Gray was his mother. Not being his true mother began to make a lot of sense to him now. She did not understand him. Like he told Chandra, it was not that they were not good people, in fact he loved Virginia very much.

And though it did not erase his guilt completely. A huge weight was lifted from his heart when he realized he still had a mother.

That he was not alone.

Though he was assigned missions, he still was sent to his cold cell. The air was foul and he heard many voices of distress within the halls of the complex. It was a bitter place. He felt safe though. His mother was near. And she gave him a wonderful gift.

Several actually. One being a family. The other the ability to known things by a touch.

It was helpful when his brother Peter came to visit.

Peter threw him against the wall.

He did not have much time to think. He could not judge him too harshly, because just six months prior the shoe was on the other foot. He too slammed Peter against a wall.

He split Peter's head open but it healed back.

He healed his broken neck back as well.

But their mother could not.

He had to stop Peter from himself. Save their mother and themselves.

"You have the hunger," Sylar said to his brother. "Like meཀ"

"Noཀ" Peter shouted, "I am not like youཀ I will never let myself be like youཀ"

But he knew. He heard it when Peter arrived. He recognized Peter's heartbeat the second he teleported in, it was like a calling card.

It was not Peter he killed at the bank–it was Jesse, somehow Peter got away.

But Peter's heartbeat was more erratic.

Something was wrong.

Also when he regained control after Peter slammed him against the wall he could feel the pain.

He lost the battle with the hunger.

Peter killed someone.

"Too late," Gabriel replied.

"You already are, brother."

After the fallout, it happened so fast, he turned to face their mother.

"Are you all right?" he asked her

She could only nod. Her thoughts were on someone else.

He turned back to Peter. He felt pity and concern for Peter. The same man he tried to kill several times before. Succeed twice, though the first time, Peter really did it to himself.

"Will he be all right?" he asked.

Noah was in the distance, he could hear him too, but he kept his eyes on his mother and Peter.

She knelt down to Peter and caressed him on the forehead and cheek.

"Yes, he will be, I will make sure it," she told him.

Gabriel nodded.

But part of him did not want to leave.

Not leave her.

But he decided to trust.

Trust his mother.

On the way and from the mission, the car ride was cold. He knew he was not welcome. Noah did not believe that he has changed. He had this hatred in him, thinking he was a murderer.

And he was.

There were no denying in this fact.

He tried to reach out to Claire as well, but she was not ready yet.

He did not blame her.

Though, there was something in her eyes. She not trust Noah as much as she used too.

Claire went home to her mothers. He would try to bond with niece some other day.

First he would try with Peter.

After Noah left he search the halls for Peter's room. Their mother told him that she would take care of him.

He opened the door tentatively, expecting Peter to be incapacitated the same way as he.

And he was, but he was not alone.

A man he never formally met stood up but still did not move from his post. One hand, was still protectively on his brother's chest. The other one at his side, but both eyes were focused at Gabriel.

"Who are you?" the voice demanded. "And what do you want with Peter?"

To Be Continued


Author's Note: Sorry for such a delay! I been trying to figure out how to continue this story. With all my hesitation, more and more chapters happened on the show. This further hindered my attempt to connect my vision to the actual show. Well, I believe that perhaps, I have found a compromise. I apologize if this chapter seemed much a rehashing. I wanted to set up background andinto somethoughts as a way to weave my path to this slightly alternate reality. Consider this similar to my stories "Against Medical Advice" and "A Snitch in Time" where I combined actual Heroes events with my imagination. I hope you enjoy the journey. Thanks!