This was written while I was still working insane hours, when I was sleep deprived and when I was hungover. Enjoy :D

"Gabriel, thank you for everything. I know this is the second time I'm leaving you with a note but I know that this is the right thing to do; I have to leave. I know that you want to come with me but you have a life here and I can't ask you to give all that up for me. The last few days have been amazing and I will remember them for the rest of my life. I've gone to find Bennett – I know you'll tell me it's a stupid thing to do but it's what I need to do. I promise you I won't let him use me as his lab experiment, it'll be over long before it reaches that. If I'm ever in the city again I'll look you up, I love you.

Angel"

Gabriel read the letter for what was probably the fourth or fifth time, he couldn't get his head around what Angel was telling him in it. She had left in the middle of the night, after the two of them had made love and gone to find Bennett and it seemed as if she didn't intend to life through the experience. Maybe he was wrong, maybe Angel just wanted to talk to him and tell him that she was leaving the country.

When he found the letter his first thought had been to go after her – he wanted to find her and tell her she was making a mistake but by the sound of it she already knew that she was. He wanted to find her and convince her not to go to Bennett but, if he was honest with himself, he knew she wouldn't listen to him – if there was one thing he had learnt about Angel is that once she had set her mind to something she saw it through. He had to do something though, he couldn't just sit around and hope that she'd call him to tell him she was ok.

Gabriel got up and left his room, he was going to find Angel whether she liked it or not. He needed to talk to her, even if it was just to find out why she was doing this (in his opinion the letter hadn't explained a lot). He went to Peter's room and knocked on the door, his friend emerged looking in a better mood than when Gabriel had last seen him.

"Hey man, are you ok?" Peter asked when he saw the look on Gabriel's face. Gabriel said nothing but handed him Angel's note. Peter took the small piece of paper and read it.

"She certainly has a thing for leaving notes." he muttered to himself before looking up at Gabriel. "I thought she might do something like this again so I went back to Suresh's and picked up Molly's power."

"What?" Gabriel asked, confused.

"When I went out I went round to Suresh's and got Molly's power. I figured after what happened Angel might take off again and we would need to find her so I thought it would be easier to cut out the middle-man and I'd get the power." Peter stated placing Angel's note on the table and unfolded a map of the city. He began to run his hands over it, in the same way that Molly had done the last time they looked for Angel, and his eyes clouded over until his finger rested on Angel's apartment. "She's here."

"I'm going after her." Gabriel told him pulling on his jacket and heading for the door. Peter grabbed his own jacket and followed him.

"I'm coming with you." he said and the two of them quickly left the apartment.


Angel stared at the bag she had packed on her bed, she couldn't quite believe that she'd managed to fit so much of her life into one small bag. She thought it was quite sad really that her whole life came down to this but that was the least of her worries right now. Although, when she really thought about it she wasn't actually worried whether Bennett found her or not – at least if he did it would be over.

She stood staring at the rest of her possessions for a few minutes more, trying to decided if there was anything else she needed (or she particularly wanted) to take with her when a sound from behind her caught her attention. She didn't have to turn around to know that it was Bennett; it was too quiet to be Peter and it didn't feel like Gabriel.

"I wondered how long it would take you to find me." she said, still not turning around.

"Well you didn't make it difficult for me," Bennett stated. "hiding out in your own apartment."

"Who says I was hiding?" She didn't expect him to answer and he didn't make any comment. Still Angel didn't turn to face him but she would have bet her life on the fact that he had a gun pointed at her, even though she wasn't dangerous to him unless he shot her. She heard Bennett take a step towards her and she slowly turned to face him. Just as she had suspected he had a gun aimed directly at her temple. "Is it really worth the risk?" she asked, indicating the gun.

"I blow your brains out and you won't be able to use your power on me." he replied darkly. Angel glared at him.

"So I come with you and let you do your little experiments or you kill me, is that pretty much the half of it?" she asked, watching him carefully. His expression was unreadable – Angel couldn't tell whether he wanted to take her with him or just kill her now and save himself the trouble – and his aim on the gun never faltered.

"I was hoping that it wouldn't come to this but after our last meeting..."

"That wasn't my fault." Angel snapped, interrupting him. "I didn't realise my power could do that." she added in a slightly softer tone.

"This is why you need me to help you discover what your power can do." he stated.

"I don't understand," Angel said. "you know what Sylar was capable of, why would you risk creating another?"

"Is that what they told you I wanted to do?" Bennett asked her, still not lowering the gun from her temple.

"Well why else would you want to make my power work in reverse?" she asked. "The only logical reason you could want to do that is to turn me into some kind of assassin used to transfer fatal injuries to people you want dead."

"You sound as if you've thought this through." he stated, a slight smirk forming on his lips.

"I'm not a killer." Angel stated.

"People can change." Bennett smirked, his eyes deadly. "And you've already taken a life." Angel didn't react to his words but continued to stare down the barrel of his gun, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of letting him know that his comment bothered her. She wasn't afraid of him and she wanted him to know that as they continued to stare each other down.

Angel was so absorbed in holding her stare with Bennett that the only thing that alerted her to another presence in the room was the soft click of a gun. She tore her gaze away from Bennett to see Gabriel and Peter standing behind him, Peter holding a gun to the back of Bennett's head. The man visibly stiffened and his grip on his own gun slackened sightly.

"Drop the gun Bennett." Peter said. Bennett didn't move and Peter pressed the barrel harder into the back of the man's skull. "Drop the gun or I blow your brains out." Bennett let go of the gun, allowing it to dangle by the trigger on his finger. Gabriel took the gun from him and slipped it into the back of his jeans.

"So this is what it comes down to Peter?" Bennett asked.

"When you threaten to torture and kill one of my friends, then, yes it does." Peter growled.

"If you let me go now I'll leave Miss Cabrerra alone." Bennett said, his hands still raised in defence. "I'll never come looking for her again and she can continue her life in peace."

"Your not exactly known for keeping your word," Gabriel stated. "how do we know we can trust you?"

"You don't." Bennett stated. "But I promise you that if you let me go I will never bother her again." Peter and Gabriel shared a look and then Peter slowly lowered the gun from Bennett's head. Before either of them could react Bennett spun around and grabbed Angel around the neck. He pulled a switch-blade out of his pocket, opened it and held it to her throat. Peter raised his gun, pointing it at Bennett's chest and Gabriel pulled Bennett's gun from the back of his jean and also aimed it at him.

"Let her go, Bennett!" Peter shouted, cocking the gun. Bennett tightened his grip on Angel and a small whimper of pain escaped her lips as she reached up to try and fight against his hold on her.

"Lose the guns and I will." Bennett snarled as Angel struggled against him. He pressed the blade harder against her throat and she stopped struggling. "Do it."

"Already going back on your word Bennett." Gabriel snarled under his breath and reluctantly he and Peter lowered their guns.

"Good." Bennett stated. "I knew I'd need you for leverage against these two at some point." he told Angel. "Neither of them can resist a pretty face." Angel swallowed and felt the blade press slightly deeper into her throat.

"Sorry Bennett," she said loud enough so that all three men could hear her. "I'm not going to be your leverage." She pushed herself forward onto the blade of the knife and in one swift motion dragged it across her throat.

Bennett let go of her in shock and all three of them watched as blood began to slowly flow from the wound in her neck and down her shirt. Angel fell to her knees, allowing the blood to fall onto the carpet of her bedroom floor, and tried to hold back the tears of pain that were forming in her eyes.

"Angel!" Gabriel finally found his voice and ran over to her. He knelt next to her, lying her over his knees and holding her head in his hands. He could feel the blood from her neck running down and matting in her hair. She reached up to touch his face lightly.

"I'm sorry." she whispered. Gabriel could feel tears beginning to form in his eyes as he watched the life drain out of the woman he loved. He pressed his lips to her forehead in a hard kiss and clutched her tighter.

"Don't be sorry." he said, fighting to hold back his tears. "You did what you needed to."

"I'm glad you rescued me that night." she told him. "Meeting you changed my life."

"Finding you that night was the best thing that ever happened to me." he replied, feeling her grip on his cheek tighten slightly as she continued to bleed out on to the floor. "I love you."

"I love you too." Her voice was barely a whisper and after she had finished speaking her eyes slid closed, she finally stopped moving and her hand fell from his face.

A strangled cry of pain escaped Gabriel's lips and he pulled Angel close, tears flowing down his face and onto hers. He barely registered the fact that Peter and Bennett were standing behind him, watching him, he barely registered the strange sensation that was currently shooting through his neck, all he could think about was the fact that he had lost Angel – he had lost the best thing that had ever happened to him and there was no way that he could bring her back.

Behind the scene on the floor Peter finally snapped back to life; he dropped the gun he was holding, grabbed Bennett by the throat and slammed him into the wall. Bennett was too stunned by what had just happened to react or try to fight back.

"You leave." Peter snarled at him. "Leave the city, get as far away from here as possible because if I ever see your face again I'll kill you myself." Bennett nodded unable to speak due to Peter's hold on his throat. Peter released him and Bennett fell to the floor, coughing and holding his throat. "Now get out."

"I'm sorry." Bennett chocked as he quickly left the room, he wanted to leave before either of the men had a chance to react to what he had said and kill him out of anger. Once he had gone Peter went to Gabriel and put his hand on his shoulder. Gabriel looked up, his eyes red and a pained expression on his face.

"I'll leave you alone." Peter told him. "Come home when you're ready." Gabriel nodded lowering his head back to Angel's body, her blood beginning to stain his shirt from where he had been holding her. Just before he left the room Peter turned back, once more, to look at his friend mourning his dead lover not noticing that the blood stain on his shirt was growing as blood ran down his own neck and onto his clothes.


One morning, a few weeks after Angel's death, Emma brought Peter a letter that had come for him in the mail. Emma had been staying at Peter's a lot more recently, ever since Gabriel left. The night of Angel's death was the last time that Peter had seen his friend; at first he had thought that Sylar had returned and gone to get revenge on Bennett. Peter had scoured every newspaper he could find to see if there was any news of what his friend was doing. He had found no mention of Bennett's death, any other mysterious deaths or even of Angel's death – he had assumed that Gabriel had taken care of everything at her flat before the police got involved.

"It's from Gabriel." Emma told him, handing him the envelope and, sure enough, Peter recognised the writing on the front of the envelope as his friend's. He ripped it open, eager to hear that his friend was all right.

"Peter, I wanted to let you know that I'm alive. I'm sorry I took off that night without saying anything but I needed to get away – I couldn't stay there after what had happened and I'm not going to come back either. I'm currently in Vancouver and in a few days I'll be catching a flight to Greenland and after that who knows. Thank you for believing in me when no one else would, you're a true friend. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine – I have an Angel looking out for me. Tell Emma I said hi and maybe one day I'll see the two of you again.

Gabriel"

Peter read the letter again and sighed. At least his friend was alive, even if he never heard from or saw him again at least he could put his mind at rest and continue with his life.


Gabriel traced his fingers down the pale spine of the girl lying next to him. She shivered slightly but not from the cold of the Greenland air. She turned round to face him, staring up at him with those giant blue eyes of hers, and smiled.

"Were you watching me sleep again?" she asked, a hint of laughter in her voice.

"Maybe." he replied, smirking slightly. "You look so adorable when you're asleep, I can't help it." She reached up and pulled him down into a smouldering kiss causing him to groan slightly into her lips. He began to move his kisses from her lips to the place where a huge scar should have been etched across her neck, the skin was as smooth and pale as marble. He felt the vibrations of her moan against his lips and he smirked. He moved back to her lips and kissed her with as much passion as he could.

"I love you Gabriel." she said softly as he pulled back from the kiss to stare at her beautiful features.

"I love you too Angel." he replied and allowed her to pull him back down into another kiss, knowing that as long as he was with her – as long as Bennett and Peter still thought that she was dead – then he could give her a normal life. He could give her everything that she had ever wanted and she would keep him from becoming Sylar again. All he needed was Angel and now he had her he knew he would never want for anything else again.

THE END

So it's taken a year and a half but it's finally over - thanks for sticking with it if you started reading when I first uploaded, if you joined after thank you :) hopefully you all liked it :D much love S-E x