She woke up groggily, the sun pouring through the bedroom and cascading over the covers. Addison turned onto her back, stretching her arms out, letting her eyes focus. She laid there blinking before noticing she was alone. Sitting up, Addison held the bed sheet against her chest, glancing about the room until her attention was drawn to a note placed on the pillow next to her.

Four words were scrawled on the small piece of paper:

See, you're safe.

- Gabriel

She muffled a small laugh, placing it on the nightstand and standing up. Finding a bright pink tank top, she threw it on, coupling it with cut-off sweat pants, as she headed towards the living room, Milo following at her heels.

Walking into the living room she saw Sylar standing in the kitchen, examining the contents of a cabinet. He noticed her walk in and smiled, placing a cup of tea on the island as she sat down.

She laughed, taking the cup in her hands. "You read my mind." She said bringing the cup to her lips. The warm liquid felt good running down her throat as she watched him plate some food. He placed it down in front of her and she found herself staring at it blankly.

She picked up the plate, bringing up to eye level as she looked at it oddly. Sylar tilted his head to one side, watching her stare down the food he had given her. He felt as though she was accusing him of drugging her food, as he sipped his tea.

"It is edible." He said swallowing the hot liquid. Addison was startled by his voice and almost dropped the plate on the island.

"Did you make this?" she asked, watching him bring the mug to his lips. The steam rose up and tickled his nose and he muffled a laugh, "No." tilting the mug back and taking another sip. She shook her head, giggling.

She had to admit, when she first met Gabriel, she was reluctant to engage in anything with him. He seemed to blend with the shadows and his attire was something out of a suspense thriller. But when he first spoke, it felt like nothing was wrong with the world. He held a defiant nature, taking control of any situation, with both respect and dignity.

She caught herself staring at him and shot her gaze down to the countertop. Her stomach growled as she dug into the omelet on her plate. Sylar relaxed as he saw her eat, placing his mug on the table and stretching. He stole a glance at her reading the paper before walking around the island and disappearing into her bedroom.

With all that had happened, she had forgotten how hungry she was as she continued to devour the omelet. She brought the fork up to her lips as she felt a pawing on her ankle.

Dropping the fork and paper she turned her head and glared down at the yorkie, "Stop." She said, as she kicked her foot outwards, pushing the small dog away.

"Stop what?" a masculine voice sounded behind her and she whizzed herself around on the stool.

Sylar stood in the door frame buttoning up his shirt as he looked at her oddly. He transferred his attention between her face and the floor where she had been talking too. Addison was dumbstruck; she couldn't find any possible way to explain herself without him coming to the conclusion that she was insane. Biting her lip, she straightened herself up, grazing her eyes around until she found the sugar container empty.

"We need sugar!" she exclaimed, grabbing the oblong container, "I'm going to go get some." She hopped off the stool and strode past Sylar, avoiding eye contact. Sylar's eyes followed her until she reached the front door and disappeared; his brown eyes narrowed as he returned his gaze to the island's base, searching for anything he may have missed.

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Addison exhaled as she walked down the hall. She narrowly missed an awkward conversation and hoped that it wouldn't get brought up again. Rolling her eyes, she cursed the day she moved into that apartment and gained the added bonus of a yippy dog that wouldn't leave.

Her knuckles knocked softly on her neighbor's door. She heard shuffling and papers being flown around until the door opened and a tall Indian man stood at it. He smiled seeing the young woman standing at the door frame.

"Addison." He said, his hand placed on the door.

"Hey Mohinder," Addison said smiling, holding the empty container up "got any sugar."

Mohinder laughed and backed out of the door way, letting her walk in.

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His hand was inches from the door when it suddenly opened and a young girl with long brown hair walked out. She didn't seem to notice the man at the door frame as she giggled, preoccupied with an unseen figure. Peter had to step back to avoid colliding with her. He watched as her head turned, in almost slow-motion, to face him. The smile on her face quickly turned startled as she jumped back narrowly running into him.

"I am so sorry!" she exclaimed as she grasped onto the container that had almost fell to the ground.

Peter held up a hand to stabilize her, though she didn't need it. "No, it's alright. Don't worry about it." The two stood there in a frozen trance until an Indian accent broke it up.

"So, I guess you too have met?" Mohinder's voice traveled from the door frame. Addison moved her neck to meet the geneticist's, a sparkling grin on her face. His shoulder leaning against the wood panel, Mohinder grinned back. "Addison, this is Peter."

"Peter!" she exclaimed looking at the young man in cords, "I've heard so many things about you." Her response caused Peter to look at Mohinder in a mocked version of shock and amusement. "You can fly, right?"

Peter didn't respond to Addison when she finished her reply; instead he focused his attention on Mohinder, letting a coy smile play on his face. "Well… I guess my secret is out." He said, turning his head towards the young girl.

"Don't worry, I don't believe in that kind of stuff." She informed him, laughing it off, though it was slightly nervous, "I prefer to stay in the realm of reality."

A loud laugh broke through in the small hallway and both strangers turned to Mohinder who was trying to stifle his amused outcry.

"Unfortunately, the realm of reality doesn't exist here." He said bemused, as he straightened up.

"Well, if that's the case, I think I'll stick to your stories instead of the real thing." Grinning as she turned to walk down the hall, cup of sugar in hand. "Oh, and thanks for the sugar." she said as she playfully turned her body, then continuing to walk to her apartment.

Peter was intrigued by the young girl's lively and spontaneous nature as he rotated his head to face the geneticist. Mohinder was still leaning against the door frame when Peter turned to face him.

The last of his laugh leaving, Mohinder looked at Peter. "What brings you here?" he questioned as he saw Peter's delighted expression turn grim.

"You know why I'm here." The empath stated, "Sylar killed again."

Mohinder took a deep sigh and backed out of the door frame to let the young man in, closing the door behind him.

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Addison returned to her apartment, opening the door. She was still amused by her encounter with Peter and Mohinder, as she looked about the room until resting her eyes on Sylar. He was standing near the phone, looking at a picture frame and she couldn't read his expression. The door closed shut and he snapped his gaze upwards to Addison.

"Do you know this woman?" Sylar asked, his attention returning to the portrait. Addison walked up to him, turning to see who he was talking about. His hand pointed to a younger adult woman; she had light brown hair that stopped short at her shoulders and her eyes were dark brown like her own.

"Yeah. She was a friend of my mother's, she always came over every week when I was young," she smiled, remembering her past, "She always wanted to know how I was." Addison laughed, shaking her head and looked back up at Sylar.

She heard him exhale loudly as he closed his eyes and placed the picture frame back on the table. He finally knew why he couldn't kill her and why they shared a strong connection. Sylar backed away and grabbed his coat, heading for the door when Addison called back to him.

He stopped, focusing his attention on the floor until he summoned up enough courage to come clean. Turning his body, his face was blank as he stated bluntly, "That woman in that picture is my mother," he swallowed hard, trying to bury old memories, "I think you're my sister."

He avoided eye contact until he heard her gasp in shock; lifting his gaze to hers for a brief moment before exiting her apartment. Addison clutched her stomach feeling sick as her ears picked up the sharp click of the door lock. She squeezed her eyes shut, hearing the dog yip in the background.

The dog continued to bark until she turned around to yell but was stopped when she saw Andrew standing behind the couch holding the yorkie in his arms. Andrew stared at her through ice-blue eyes, keeping his face vacant.

His lips curled down into a slight frown as he spoke; "Now you know." He waited for the words to register before dematerializing, leaving an unnerving feeling in the air.