What is Lost
Chapter 2: Betrayal
(Recap)
"How do you feel?" Peter asked.
Sylar blinked several times. "Like my head got ran over by a truck." he groaned and lifted his hand to his head pounding head. He just sat there awhile willing the dizziness to go away. "Where am I?" Sylar cocked his head towards Peter. "And who the hell are you?"
Peter's mouth dropped open like a cartoon. "Sylar that isn't funny."
"My name is Gabriel." Sylar snapped. "Sorry about that." he added sheepishly.
"I'm Peter." Peter said rather awkwardly. "Peter Petrelli."
Sylar looked at him. "Hey, you're that guy's brother that's running for congress or something right?"
The color drained from Peter's face. "Do you know what the date is?" he asked Sylar slowly.
Sylar thought a moment. "Yeah its umm," he paused. "it's March 2006."
Peter glanced at the a calendar hanging on the wall. It was January.
2008.
Peter couldn't breathe. Literally. This was a mistake, it had to be. He had been so stupid! The enemy, the enemy was sitting in his livingroom! He should never have brought him here, hell he shouldn't have even saved him. Peter thought his head would explode from all the things flying around in there.
"Hey," Gabriel or Sylar spoke up. "something wrong?"
Peter's eyes snapped open. He didn't even realize he had shut them. "No." he said. "Nothing is wrong." Lie.
Sylar tried to stand but immediately fell back down on the couch. Everything was spinning. "God..." he groaned and squeezed his eyes shut willing it to stop.
"Sylar?" Peter was a little concerned now.
"Are you talking to my watch?" Sylar asked.
"No I was talking to you."
Sylar opened his eyes. "My name is Gabriel, not Sy-" he trailed off as he passed out. Peter caught him and laid him back down. He needed help, he couldn't do this alone.
Nathan? No, he was so busy right now. Claire and Noah were the Company so that was out. Matt probably would shoot Sylar on the spot if he ever saw him, not that went very well last time. Hiro and Ando were back in Japan. And Mohinder worked for the Company too.
Peter slammed his fists down on the counter. "Damn it!" he hissed.
He looked over at Sylar. No Gabriel. The sleeping man looked so peaceful, so helpless. He just had to do something.
The cut on Gabriel's head started to bleed again. Peter ran his hand through his hair. He knew he needed stitches. Well, he was a nurse once upon a time ago. Walking to the bathroom, he hoped he had some thread and needles or something.
To his luck he found some. He sterilized the needle and threaded it. Then he kneeled down next to the sleeping man and prayed to the Lord above that he wouldn't wake up. He set to work.
When he was done he cleaned up and threw everything away. Then he sat down on a chair opposite of the couch. He sighed and looked at the clock. It was ten o'clock. Peter knew he should be at work, but he didn't care.
There was a knock at the door and Peter got up and crossed the room. He unlocked the door and pulled it open.
"Mohinder." he breathed.
"Hello Peter." the Indian man said. "I came to ask you if you would consider working for the Company. With your abilities you would be a huge asset."
This was the third time they had tried to recruit him, and each time he gave the same answer.
"No."
Mohinder lowered his head. "I should have known you'd say that."
"Yeah, you should've." Peter said.
Peter knew he had to get Mohinder away from here. Most likely Bennet sent him to ask him because he had helped Sylar. Mohinder was just a scout more or less.
"Well," Mohinder sighed. "Sorry for bothering you."
He turned to go when his eye caught the sight of the man on the couch and he narrowed his eyes. Peter didn't seem to notice until Mohinder pushed past him and walked into the room.
Peter stumbled back and caught himself before he fell. "Mohinder!"
Mohinder was standing beside the couch, glaring daggers at the man lying on it. His fists were clenched so hard they had turned white.
"Mohinder I can explain!"
Suresh: whirled around. "What?!" he snapped. "You helped that murderer escape us! Right now he probably would be locked away, but no! You had to stick your nose where it didn't belong!"
"He was hurt. Peter said rather dully. "I didn't know..."
"Damn right you didn't!" Mohinder shot. "You helped him slip through our fingers again!"
By this point Peter had grown quite irritated by Mohinder's attitude. The whole "You killed my father" thing was getting old real fast.
"Shut up, Mohinder." he warned.
Mohinder glared at him. "I don't answer to you Petrelli."
"Then go." Peter gritted his teeth. He was trying really hard to keep his temper in check. "I don't need you and your attitude around here if you aren't going to help."
Telekinetically Peter jerked the door open. "Go."
But the doctor didn't move.
"Go." Peter repeated.
"I will tell the Company he's here and they will come to get him. And when they do, I suggest you aren't here when they arrive."
Peter smirked. "I can handle myself just fine thanks."
"I bet." Mohinder sneered.
"How about I settle this."
Peter and Mohinder turned their heads. Gabriel was on his feet and walking towards the door.
"What are you doing?" Peter went to try and stop the taller man. "Are you crazy?"
Gabriel turned this gaze to him. "No, but I know when I'm not wanted. I should go." Then he added. "Besides that man clearly hates me."
"Damn right.''
Peter tossed Mohinder the nastiest glare imaginable, then turned back to Gabriel. "You can't go, you could have a concussion or worse."
Gabriel smiled. "Thanks, but I really should go. By the sound of it I was the problem."
"You are the problem." Mohinder shot.
Gabriel looked at him then quickly diverted his gaze. "I get it. You don't have to tell me twice."
Peter grabbed Gabriel's arm. "My friend here doesn't know what he's saying."
Suresh glared at Peter. "I do too. That man's a killer! He killed my father and countless others!"
Peter jerked his head in Mohinder's direction. "There you go again." he mumbled.
"I what?"
Mohinder froze.
Gabriel backed up. "I..." In his mind images flashed one after another. There was a man in a cab. Then a hand punched through the glass and bashed the man's head repeatedly against the window. Over and over. There was a watch. Gabriel looked down at his wrist. They were identical except his was broken. "When did that...?"
He didn't think, rather he couldn't. Things were so confusing, he couldn't take it anymore.
He bolted.
Gabriel flew out the door and down the hall. Peter glared at Mohinder. "Look what you did!" he spat and ran after Gabriel's fleeting figure.
Mohinder was silent as the sound of footsteps died away. He pulled out his cell phone and flipped it open. After pressing send he held it to his ear.
"Get me Mr. Bennet."
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