Hey everyone! Here's the kinda short second chapter. I promise it'll get good in the next chapter, but I wanted to wait. As you can tell by this chapter, this story takes place between the second and third season. Review please! It helps me keep going.

SPOILERS: Season one and two. Watchout.

DISCLAMIER: I don't own heroes. That would be NBC.

And now, on with the show

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Giselle knew he had forgotten about her, for the moment, anyway. She knew he would be focused, with the company and all.

Another name came into mind, pushed it out, and continued focusing on the door in front of her. She knew he was coming up here soon. He had once told her roof top buildings were the best place to think, but she always thought an actor was hidden deep within him, and this was his way of being dramatic. Giselle rolled her eyes. He always talked in riddles, or some philosophical saying. He reminded her of the mad hatter.

Except more badass.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the door opened. Sylar couldn't see her yet because of the shadow. He was causally playing with one his powers. She recognized Ted Sprauge's power popping out of his right hand.

Giselle didn't really want to admit it, but he was incredibly sexy. The stubble, the hair, the eyebrows, the trench coat. She felt her cheeks becoming hot, and found herself losing concentration on the shadows.

'might as well start' she thought.

"You forgot about me, silly." She piped up, pretending to fix her nails. Sylar looked up at her.

God, she was so close.

Her big lashes looked right up at him. He forced his thoughts down.

"You." he growled. He had been preparing himself for this. He lifted his hand, and sent her flying back, hanging above the raging night traffic below. Even though her breath was scarce, she smiled.

"Who are you? Why the hell are you following me?"

Giselle lifted her own hands, breaking the hold. Sylar looked incredibly confused.

"How did you do that?"

"So many questions. I promised I'd answer them. Start over. Ask me a good one." she smirked. He paused for a moment,

"why aren't you afraid of me?"

"ohh! Nice one." she smiled. "I'm not afraid of you because I know you."

"How?"

"I'm from the future"

"how far?"

She paused. "Thirty years."

"who are you?"

"Giselle."

"Don't you have a last name?"

"you don't," she smirked

"I did." He growled, his frustration growing. Giselle huffed, but paused. "Turner. My name is Giselle Turner." Sylar rolled his eyes.

"How boring." He paced around her, hands placed neatly behind his back. Giselles mouth turned to a thin line, and she clapped her hands.

"That's enough questions. And now, I have a deal to ask of you." She sat back down on the ledge of the building, and busying herself with her leather boots.

"I don't make deals. I do fine by myself." He huffed, and turned to leave.

"Really? Is that why you just spent two months in mexico? Spent them with a girl and her lame brother? Right, because that's definitely working by yourself." She smirked, not looking up from her boots. He spun around and growled at her. Raising his hand, he flung her into the air again.

"I think this is working all by myself."

And then he dropped his hand, laughing as she disappeared down the side of the bulding.