A/N: new chappie! enjoy!

Chapter 2: Cyber Stalker

Sylar stroked some hair from Tatiana's face as he watched her sleep where she lay next to him in the bed that night. She'd showed him the texts she'd gotten and he wanted so badly to find the guy and kill him, literally, but she said it was probably nothing. A prank text from one of her friends, probably. Still, it ticked him off that anybody would do it, and it made him want more blood.

Tatiana gave a soft groan with a subtle frown in her sleep and a moment later, Sylar's sensitive hearing caught a knock at the door down the hall of his apartment. Smirking as he realized who it was he leaned over to kiss Tatiana's cheek before slowly and silently getting up to head to the door. He used his telekinesis to unlock it on his way there before gripping the knob and peeking out of a crack he made when he opened it.

"It's me, Sylar," Micah assured him, glancing around the hall, and the man opened the door for the boy to rush in.

"How are you, Rebel?" Sylar smirked, shutting the door behind Micah who turned to him.

"Fine, let's just get this done, yeah?" he requested. "It's a school night."

"Stand up citizen now, are we?" Sylar smirked again, stepping toward the kitchen and lifting something from the counter next to the sink.

"Very funny," Micah retorted, giving him a blank stare as the man came back to him. "I've left my hacking days behind me…mostly."

"Well, you'll have to bring it back for a minute," Sylar replied, lifting a small red cell phone in his hand for the boy to see. "I need you to ask this phone who sent a couple of texts with unavailable numbers on them. Think you can do that?"

"Is that a trick question?" Micah retorted, holding a hand out to take the phone, and Sylar smirked as he handed it to him. The boy looked at the phone in thought as he held it, and Sylar could tell he was using his technopathic ability. He waited a bit impatiently as Micah continued staring at the phone for a moment before finally looking up at him with wide, brown eyes, saying, "I'm not sure if you're gonna like this…"

"What?" Sylar frowned slightly when he trailed off. "Who is it?"

"It's…Nathan Petrelli, the senator," Micah replied, handing the phone back to Sylar as he stared at the boy incredulously.

"Are you kidding me?!" he spat, snatching the phone from Micah's hand. "A senator, who can get any girl he wants, is after my girl?!"

"Apparently," Micah shrugged, not caring either way. "Can I go now?"

Sylar glared at him for a second before waving him toward the door as it opened, seemingly on its own, saying, "Yeah, get out before I get mad enough to kill you."

Micah almost ran to the door, knowing the man was serious and the door almost slammed behind him as Sylar glared at the phone in his hand. What the hell did Nathan want with his girl?

"Gabriel?"

He shot his gaze down the hall to see Tatiana heading toward him, wearing nothing but one of his black, button-down shirts and rubbing one of her eyes, sleepily.

"Who was here? I sensed---"

"Nobody important, babe," he lied through a smile as he stepped toward her and slipping his arms around, his hands smoothing around her waist just as he used his telekinesis to lift her phone in the air behind her and toward the counter where he'd gotten it, pulling her into his body. "Let's go back to bed."

"I'm awake, now," she muttered, not being able to help smiling slightly as he leaned toward her face, but she drew back a bit. "Let me check my email."

"What for?" Sylar groaned with a disappointed frown as he tried again to kiss her.

"Claire was gonna email me this viral video that's supposed to be funny," she explained, still smiling as he still held her close. "I'll be back in bed in a minute if you wanna wait for me."

"Fine," he grumbled and grasped her chin in his hand to bring her face closer to his. "But I want a kiss to get me started."

"Started?" Tatiana smirked, lifting a brow, sarcastically. "I don't wanna be attacked when I get back to bed. You'll wait for your kiss."

Sylar gave her that devious smirk of his as she felt his hands leave her body as he said, "I could---"

"Don't you dare!" she snapped, grabbing his hands and shoving them to his sides just as he was about to use his Puppetry control on her to make her kiss him. His smirk grew a little and he was about to say something but she cut in again, "Don't use that Influence power on me, either."

"You can't keep me from saying anything with your hands full," he smirked, triumphantly and she smirked back.

"Are you forgetting what I can do?" she murmured and his smirk fell when he felt his hands suddenly being held to his thighs by patches of clear, filmy, hard substance.

"Aw, damn," he muttered as she lifted her hands and held them up to show him that they were free before pointing to the corner of his mouth and gliding her hand through the air inches from his face.

The same kind of substance formed around his mouth as he glared at her and she grinned triumphantly as she patted his cheek gently with an open palm and walked toward the table across the room with the computer on it. She suddenly stopped and spun around, her eyes widening as she stared at Sylar and he smirked as he gave her that glare he gave when he knew he was in control. She'd forgotten he didn't need his hands to use his telekinesis.

"Sylar…" she warned, and he tilted his head to the side, slightly to give her a mockingly innocent frown. "Don't…"

His glare returned, and she knew if she'd given him any slack on the shield over his mouth, he'd be smirking. She was suddenly pulled back toward him, and the shock made her shields on him drop just in time for him to catch her around the waist when she rammed into him.

"Well, that was some fun foreplay, babe," he smirked deviously before kissing her lips tenderly as she glared at him for a moment. "That's all I wanted."

"Well, I didn't know that," she retorted as he slid his hands to hers. "I'm a Shield Wielder, not a Mind Reader."

"That's too bad, too," he smirked, leaning toward her face again. "'Cause I'm thinking up some pretty fun stuff to do when you get to bed."

"Keep it in your pants till I get there," she smirked back, slipping from his embrace to head toward the computer again.

"Don't be long," he smirked, heading down the hall. "I don't wanna be done by the time you get back."

"You couldn't keep it up without me," Tatiana called as she sat down, smirking a little wider when she heard a slight chuckle.

Sighing as she leaned her chin on her hand, propped up by her elbow on the table as she moved the mouse to take the computer off sleep mode. She quickly went to the internet and checked her email, watching the video Claire had sent her and giggling at it before a window popped up with a soft ding and she frowned at it.

"Who the hell is IMing me at this---?!"

She was cut short when she read the text.

CouldbeSuperman: Tatiana, what are you doing up so late?

Tatiana frowned and shook her head clear of whatever clutter might be in it before rubbing her eyes and looking at the screen again. Once she was sure she wasn't seeing things she started typing, rapidly.

Shielder47: Who r u?

CouldbeSuperman: An admirer

Shielder47: That's not an answer

CouldbeSuperman: What are you doing with a guy like Sylar?

Tatiana's eyes shot wide and she couldn't think for a moment with a million questions running through her head. Who was this guy? How did he know she was with Sylar? How the hell did he know her?!

CouldbeSuperman: Your dad isn't too happy that you're with him, either, I'm sure. I have to agree. He'll only hurt you.

Tatiana glared at the screen. She was fuming now. How dare this guy, who she didn't know, try to dictate her love life?! She didn't care who he was anymore, or even how he knew her, she was so angry she wished she could reach through the computer and strangle him. She settled for telling him off through IM.

Shielder47: Look, I don't know who you are, but leave me alone or Sylar will come for you next. And if you know anything about him, you know he'll enjoy killing you.

She sent the reply, and logged off the internet before shutting down the computer and standing to turn and head to bed. She gasped when she was met with a body standing in her way, his eyes locked with hers as she stepped back, losing her balance and plopping back into the chair. Tatiana looked up at Sylar with wide eyes as he glared down at her, and she swallowed, realizing he'd read some of what had been said, and wondering how long he'd been standing there.

"I heard the ding," he explained in a low voice, reading her look. "I came in to tell you not to start a conversation with anyone with me waiting for you."

"Gabriel…" she breathed, starting to stand but he lifted hand and forced her back in the chair to lean next to her.

"How long has he been stalking you?" he demanded, his voice still low and she swallowed.

"It just started today," she replied, and Sylar nodded. As far as she knew, that was true.

"I know who it is," he explained, making her frown at him in disbelief as he stood tall again. "I'm gonna find him and give him a piece of my mind." He thought on that for a second and shrugged, "Or take a piece of his."

"Who is it?!" Tatiana breathed, shooting to her feet and standing directly in front of him.

"It won't matter, soon, baby," he smirked, lifting a hand to stroke the back of his fingers down her cheek, softly. "He won't be bothering you anymore, trust me."

"Gabriel, I can take care of myself," she reminded him. "You don't have to come to my rescue all the time."

"I thought you wanted me to," he smiled, leaning toward her face for a kiss but she firmly pushed him away to look him in the eye.

"I told him you'd kill him, remember?" she replied. "If the guy has any common sense he'll leave me alone after me telling him that."

"When guys think with their third leg, they don't have common sense," he snapped. "He won't leave you alone."

"But---"

"That's it, Tatiana," he cut in, firmly. "I'm not discussing it anymore."

She glared at him before marching around him and heading into the bedroom, leaving him there to wince slightly when he heard the door slam shut. He sighed and looked to the couch behind him, guessing that that was where he was sleeping tonight. So much for all the 'fun things' he had planned.

Tatiana gritted her teeth as she sat on the bed and waited for Sylar to walk in so she could shield-blast him across the room. He didn't mind being her punching bag just like she tolerated his serial killer mood swings, and right now she needed a punching bag. When her stalker had mentioned that her father was probably displeased with her relationship with Sylar, which was true but beside the point, it really ticked her off. Who was this guy to tell her who she would be happy with? She didn't even know him!

A knock on the door jolted her from her thoughts and she glared at it before muttering, "Come in."

Sylar opened the door and raised a brow at her as she still sat on the bed, now glaring away from him with her arms crossed over her chest as he stepped into the room and headed toward the dresser, making her frown in wonder.

"What are you doing?" she asked as he opened a drawer and rummaged through it.

"Gonna take a little trip," he replied simply, making her frown deeper as she slid to the end of the mattress to stare at his back.

"Where?" she breathed and he couldn't help but smirk at the sudden concern in her voice.

"Cross country."

"What the hell?!"

Tatiana shot to her feet and marched toward him to grip his arm and make him face her.

"What's cross country?!"

"A thorn in our sides," he muttered, turning back to pulling out some clothes from the drawer. "Don't worry your pretty little head."

"'Don't worry,' he says," Tatiana muttered to the air before shooting her gaze back to him and spat, "You're going after that guy, aren't you?! Who is it?!"

"He'll be nobody when I'm through with him," Sylar replied, pinching her cheek as he headed toward the closet, a bundle of clothes in one arm.

"Oh, and what am I supposed to do?" she shot out, marching after him when he passed. "Sit pretty while you go on a killing spree again?"

"That'd work," he nodded, not looking at her as he used his telekinesis to pull the suitcase from the top shelf and place it on the bed. "I'd take you with me, but I know we'll just piss each other off. What's that saying? Familiarity breeds contempt?"

"Trust me, if I had any contempt for you, I'd---"

"Don't you dare say it," he warned her with a glare before he tossed his clothes haphazardly into the case and she rolled her eyes at the action.

"Fine, I won't, but you have to understand where I'm coming from," she insisted as he headed toward the closet again and looked through the jackets that hung there and she followed. "If roles were reversed, you wouldn't let me go by myself."

"Oh, hell no," Sylar smirked, grabbing a black trench coat and heading toward the dresser again. "You don't have as many powers as I do, and you're a woman."

"What the hell does my gender have to do with it?!" Tatiana snapped, still following him around the room as he pulled out a set of clothes to head out in. "I can take care of myself as I keep trying to get through that thick skull of yours! It doesn't matter how many powers I have either!"

"You wouldn't kill to survive," he explained in a low voice as he turned to stare her in the eye. "I know you wouldn't, no matter what kind of horrible person you ran into, you wouldn't kill them if your life depended on it. I know you, babe. You can't take a life and I'm actually kinda glad for that."

"Well, I'm not you," she muttered, looking away and hiding her blush at his intense stare as she crossing her arm over her chest again.

"I know, babe," he smirked, deviously as he leaned an inch from the ear facing him and whispered, "That's what I love about you."

She sighed, closing her eyes when he teasingly ran his lips over the shell of her ear before pulling away and stepped toward the bed to strip off his pajamas and change. Tatiana shot her gaze at him when he stepped away and licked her lips when she caught him stripping off his shirt before sauntering toward him and setting her hands on his bare back.

"At least let me say good bye," she murmured, pressing her body against his back and leaving a soft kiss between his shoulder blades.

He groaned and gripped one of her wrists to pull her in front of him and plant his lips to hers, making her giggle before he shoved her away and onto the bed where she grinned at him as she bounced on the mattress, slightly.

"Damn you for knowing how to turn me on," he growled in arousal before pouncing onto a giggly blonde.

Luke's place...

"Damn it!"

Luke rolled his eyes as he sat on the couch, watching TV as his mother sat at the computer.

"This thing is impossible! I can't get onto Nathan's site!"

"That's because you're not supposed to, Mom," Luke sighed. "He's a senator."

"But I need to find out when he's gonna be back in DC!" his mother snapped and he heard rapid typing on the keyboard.

"Why?" he wondered, not really interested as he rubbed his eyes.

"Because---Ah! Got it!"

He gave a frown before shrugging it off, not caring why his mother wanted to talk to an old high school friend.

"Oh, good! His flight lands tomorrow," she announced. "I'll email him to ask what good tourist spots are."

"We goin' to DC?" Luke frowned in wonder, leaning his head back and craning his neck to see her.

"No…" she trailed off for a moment, staring at the computer screen. "Your aunt Julie is going there."

"Oh," chirped, slightly disappointed that he wasn't going to get out of this hell-hole for a while.

"Did you know, Nathan is just as handsome as he was in high school?" his mother smiled, dreamily and Luke rolled his eyes again.

"Whoopee," Luke muttered, lifting a hand and twirling a finger in the air as he still watched TV.

"Oh! He's having a meeting this week and he'll be visiting New York at the end of the month!"

"Good for him," Luke retorted, standing and heading toward the kitchen. "Maybe he'll visit here sometime so you can stop stalking him."

"I'm not stalking him," his mother glared at him as he passed her. "I'm interested in what he's doing."

"Stalker," Luke called in a mock, creepy voice and his mother only rolled her eyes before looking back at the screen. "I'm goin' to my room."

"I hope you're cleaning it!" she called.

"I'll think about it," he called back.

"Luke!"

A/N: ok, it's gettin a lil funnier, right? reviews?