Author's Note: A sort of sequel to "A Sylar Carol". Was inspired by the breif bts of the recent season 4 episode I saw. SPOILER ALERT! There will be mentions of some storylines in the recent season.

NOAH GRAY: Dissected Butterfly

I held Matt Parkman Jr. in his arms. No it wasn't weird to be holding the baby version of one of my friends in my arms. The boyfriend of one of my close friends. I looked down at him his face wrinkled forming tears. Danny shifted in the corner. My personal ghost. Damn PJ could lay on the missions like no ones' business. Yes please go kidnap my boyfriend in order to get his father to undo what he did to the man who was kind of sort of not really my father.

Matt Parkman let out a tearful cry as he shifted in my arms pouting his lips. I didn't quite him, but just bounced him lightly. Not hushing him. Not quieting him. Let Parkman find me. I could feel Danny's eyes on me. Boring into me.

"Mattie?" Parkman's voice. I debated on whether or not to shift my shape. Fear or unknowing. I had on a white t-shirt under a suede jacket with dark jeans. A dark look in my eyes loomed deciding whether my facial features should shift to similar features that did not belong to me.

The baby softly cried trying to speak to his father. I felt bad for the kid. I knew Matt Jr. MJ as we called them. Angie had decided it. PJ and MJ. It was cute according to her. He was a good kid. He was a LA cop in training in my universe. World, whatever. Here he was just a one and a half year old with colic. I saw the big cop step into the room. The baby's arms reached out. I smiled half way knowing that not knowing who held his son was worse than knowing. Besides I wanted to see the man who murdered my father. Again. Second go around in this world.

"Let him go." Matt Parkman tilted his head as if to read my mind. As taught by a mind reader in my world I screamed in my mind. It was like a record. Broken and undying. He jolted his head backwards. Mattie squirmed in my arms. "What?" He shouted over me. I heard a shift of a foot I kept my eyes on Parkman. "Who . . . are . . .you?" He didn't recognize me. He didn't know who I was like most of the people in this God forsaken timeline.

"Give the man his body back." I told him with a smirk mimicking the man he had trapped smirk. He looked into my eyes and found it. Almost.

"Please. My son." He said exhausted. The scream must have hurt more than I thought. I shook my head.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," I clicked my tongue to the roof of my mouth. The smirk returned. "That's not how it works Parkman." I stepped to the side where his crib laid. Parkman shifted himself up. I looked into the child's eyes. He seemed terrified. Like he sensed the blood in me. "No you are going to fix Nathan Petrelli." I grinned slowly searching the boy's eyes for any hint of who he might love. There was none. Nothing, but fear. "The way he should be."

"Do you work for him?" He asked with a choke. His eyes shifted to my face searching for answers. My mind screamed and he winced back. "Sylar?" My heart curdled at the name. My father. My real father hadn't used that name in years. He wasn't a serial killer like the man in this world, but what PJ said was law. I worked for him and his father.

"You think that huh?" I asked looking back at the boy. His eyes seemed to keep me entertained. The killer blood in me wondering what caused this young boy to betray his father for love in another universe. Romeo and Romeo. Would he be a traitor in this world too? "Your son. I just . . .can't stop wondering," Electric fizzled along my fingertips. Blue hot electric fury. My mother's. The dead blonde. Mattie out cried. "If he can survive without someone to watch over him."

"Don't!" He shouted as he tried harder to pry into my mind. Matt Parkman was good. I felt his mind take a chunk out of my thoughts.

Restore the senator to his natural form. He only got the mission statement. Danny stepped from his position quickly moving invisible to my side. I screamed in my mind at him. He stumbled back in a sweat before hearing Danny's mind.

"Your partner." He breathed out as I rocked the child. Danny didn't reveal himself. He never did, but he was like his dad in that way. The man Matt Parkman had killed.

"Is pissed with you." I explained feeling the body heat lean against me. "It's going to be you and me going to New York. I have the plan tickets. My partner will be checking on Nathan Petrelli." I listened to him shift as I cradled Mattie. Danny phased through the house more than likely going invisible on a plane to New York.

"My son." Again he worried for the boy. "Don't-"

"Hurt him?" I asked chuckling softly he looked at me with an odd glare. Was I reminding him of the killer? Did it matter? I know it didn't. I wanted to kill him. Kill Sylar. Kill this entire world. If Danny knew that he wouldn't have gone to check on Nathan. My father. "Don't want to." I raised my eyebrow at him. "Unless you make me." He closed his eyes trying to focus. He turned to the corner of the room.

His eyes made me curious. I turned my face toward the corner. No one. I kept the child tight to me though. He sobbed again.

"Who is he?!" Parkman yelled at the corner. I snapped my head back to the corner than at Parkman. Was he hallucinating? His own power turned against him? I smiled slightly. I knew how this work. How the world worked. Greif made you see things. When I had killed Nathan Petrelli I had seen him around. Everywhere.

"You see him, right?" I asked with a weary glance. Matt's eyes flickered toward me. "Sylar. You ruined him. I know that look. Guilt. Regret. Going further into madness." A door shut and our eyes flickered. "Wifey home." I said with a grin similar to Sylar's. I knew when I did. The way Parkman reacted was priceless. I kept the baby's lips shut tight with an ability. "Tell her you are taking Mattie out. You don't I kill her." There wasn't a point. She was dying any way.

Matt Parkman slowly nodded as I cradled the child.

"We're going to New York." I mumbled to the boy as his father left. "You'll like it there. Like you do now."

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"You checking on Petrelli?" I asked into the cell phone. I heard Danny's body shift dramatically. Parkman, Little Mattie, and I were already in a cab four blocks away from the senator's office. I could taste the blood in my mouth now. Matt was silent as the child stayed more comfortable in my arms. I was amazed at how much a child could trust a parent. One word from Matt and little Mattie had become comfortable.

"He's in his office staring at his hand at one moment. Looking around the next. Once he asked who was there. Parkman didn't do a very good memory job on him." Danny retold me with a grin in his tone. "Like paper to rip the Petrelli out of him."

"Let's hope we make this job easy." I whispered through the phone. I hoped to make this all easy, but my mission wasn't to kill Sylar, just free him before he freed himself killing one Angela Petrelli in the progress.

The cab halted as the cab driver announced the distention. I turned to Matt nodding my head for him to pay the fare. Like a good hostage he did. I curled his son into my arms as I exited the cab going for the trunk of the cab for the stroller. Matt Jr. laid sounding in the stroller as we both stared up at the building.

"I let him free and you give him to me." Matt said to me in a harsh unrehearsed tone.

"That's the plan Fatman." I grinned at the quip as Danny stepped from the building revealing himself. He had changed since we last saw each other. The scruff on his chin still clearly seen. He had a toothpick sticking from the side of his mouth wearing black jeans and a dark black jacket with a skull shirt underneath.

"I'll take the kid." He offered his hand and Parkman took a step back. He tried to read again. This time Danny. The boy was a master of deceiving mind readers though. His father had taught him too well. "See anything you like Parkman?" He wondered, but whatever the large man saw he didn't say. Just tipped his head as I handed off the son. "I swear I won't hurt him. Once he's out come back down and I'll gladly give you your son. Than you can screw around with me however."

Matt nodded as he stared intently at my partner. I sighed looking at the building. We finally found ourselves walking up the steps. I tugged at my jacket tightly hoping not to revisit something. Matt was distracted by visions of serial killers dancing in his head. I found Nathan Petrelli's office easily.

"I'm sorry you can't-" The person started to say. I acted quicker than Parkman could. The man found his air way very cut off. He sputtered choking. Matt looked at me swallowing.

"Ladies first." I teased with a white grin. Matt opened the door to Nathan's office.

Almost immediately I knew this was not Nathan Petrelli. He was sitting at his desk outstretching his hand to a coffee cup. Looking at it with curiosity. With eyes that could kill. Knowing indifferent eyes. His eyes soon looked up at Parkman. I was hidden not too well behind him.

"Matt," His voice was all wrong for those eyes. "What are you doing here?" I could tell Matt was seeing his work for the first time. A decent job for a first timer, but people had done better. I shuddered settling so I could see the man.

He looked at me. Same knowing in his eyes. Curious he stood up looking me over. To him I was just some twenty-four and a half year old man with a nice bad ass look. Maybe I resembled the younger Petrelli in my rebellious far off look appearance. Maybe I reminded him of the guy I actually looked like. To me he was a man I loved trapped in the body of a man I murdered.

"Nathan," Matt breathed stepping forward. The only time Nathan's eyes were off me. "I'm so sorry." The man wondered what he was talking about shaking his head as if to say no.

Matt looked briefly to the corner before placing his hand on the man's forehead. I placed my palms to my hips watching with amazement. I watched intensely at the progress of regression. His forehead seemed to ripple a bit as Nathan tilted his head back. He winced as if in pain. Matt Parkman was tearing down walls he built. Releasing hidden memories. Powers.

Suddenly the body shifted. Another ripple effect. The body morphed and shifted. Facial features becoming one and equal. Dangerously uncommon to the face of a Petrelli. He was morphing back into himself. Gabriel Gray. Sylar. Serial Killer. Monster. Murderer of my mother, Elle Bishop. My teeth grinded as I saw Sylar's eyes flicker open. He gripped Matt's neck with a murderous glare.

"You really shouldn't have done that Parkman." He dropped him down and I was tempted to let him kill the poor bastard, but that wasn't my job. Matt Parkman had done me no wrong. He had done exactly as I wanted.

Sylar raised his finger ignoring me for the moment. He had his hand on a delicious power. I knew what that did to people with the hunger. I had lived with people like that a good portion of my life. It wasn't without difficulty. I pushed my hand forward pinning Sylar to the wall. He looked very unsurprised that I had done so. I stepped forward looking into his eyes as he laughed with a smile.

"Get out of here Parkman." I hissed in a low tone very close to the voice of murder. Parkman quickly did as I commanded and left leaving me alone with the murderer.

"I don't know who you are," Sylar said noticing how I moved. He recognized me somehow even though he would never know me. "But you don't know who you're dealing with." He tried to move his hands to fling me across the room. They remained still.

"And you don't know who you're dealing with." A grin formed across my face as I leaned very mellow dramatically against the desk. He looked into my eyes with a horrible laugh and grin. Pinned to the wall like a butterfly pinned for dissection. "Become rusty being the good senator, huh, Sylar." I hissed the name dangerously. Like a curse.

"So what?" He asked looking at me with that same grin. Did my mother see that grin before she died? "You get Parkman to undo the damage just so you can kill me? Who did I kill that you loved so much?" Good he understood my agenda. That saved some time. I grinned.

"I guess you figured he wasn't driven by madness to come here and release you from your prison." I laughed lightly taking the coffee. I wonder. I took a sip smiling. It was the same coffee my father drank. Two sugars, two creamers. I knew Nathan drank his black. "You were already slipping anyway." I shook the coffee in the red, white, and blue mug.

"Was I?" He seemed almost curious and proud of himself. I nodded. "Huh?" He looked me over again. "So?" He asked with an almost murderous tone. He attempted to move his arms again. "Who did I kill?" The last word he said with such passion.

"My mother." The word stung me and he knew. He knew how much I loved her just as I said her name. This was the same guy I had taken on a Christmas journey not two months ago. In my time it was two month and in his.

"Ah," He realized my obsession. I remembered my father had once told me it was okay to love your mother. He had loved his so much. "Tell me about her. My memory is vague and I've killed so many." He looked as if he was trying to recall her. Almost saddened that he couldn't. I sipped the warm coffee again wondering if he would see that I resembled her as well as him.

"Wouldn't it be much more fun if I killed you for not knowing." I raised my finger up letting it rake gently across his head. He cried in a low tone. The thin red line appealing to me more than it should. I didn't have the hunger, but I did have the need for revenge. "Is this how you did it?" I asked watching the blood coat his thick eyebrows. "Is this how you watched her die?!" My voice became harsh and uneven. Full of tears and rage. He fought back more screams. "Is this how you broke her skull?!" My hand dropped letting a fire build up against my fingers.

He took a breath looking at me. Suddenly I felt the weight of his power against my throat The fire went out at my carelessness. I saw his feet drop to the floor free. He was free from my power. I had gotten too emotional. He looked at me with an exhausted small laugh.

"You need to control yourself." He told me holding his hand out to extinguish my life. "Emotions are a weakness. They'll make you lose yourself."

"And if you don't have them," I felt the bones in my neck crack. If not for Ms. Bennet's power I would have been, but the bruising was only skin deep. It crack reforming in place. He hesitated in surprise. "You're already lost." I pushed hand forward pinning him again. He moved an arm pinning me to the desk as he remained against the wall.

"What did I do to make you so," He looked at me over and over again. "Emotional?" He couldn't find who I reminded him of. Though in truth it was himself. Deep down he knew that.

"I told you." I choked getting the strength up to grab a letter opener. "You killed my mother." I tossed it at his head hoping so much he could die for a little while and I could bring him back each time getting clues on who I was before he found the truth. I was his son and he had murdered the only person he truly loved.

That would have been ideal if I hadn't forgotten Danny. He caught the letter opener reforming. Sylar let out a gasped whisper. Danny stepped away from the pinned body as I sat up on the desk.

"What in all that is mighty are you doing?!" He asked though he already knew. I remembered Danny's own little game of revenge with the man who had murdered his father. I coughed and choked swallowing hard.

"Revenge." A grin curled on my lips as I focused on keeping the serial killer pinned.

"Well just an fyi we aren't here to kill him, though I vaguely knew you'd pull a stunt like this." Danny turned to look Sylar over. His lips were pressed into a flat line. "While I respected and honor your decision, PJ needs him alive. I managed to talk Parkman out of calling Angela with the truth. He understands everything a lot more clearly. Don't know if that is good or not." He shook his head looking back at me. "We're done. We can go." I looked at the hand he offered and decided against it.

"No." I hissed softly. Sylar smiled. Either he wanted me to kill him or he was still curious. Danny sighed knowing that would be my answer. "He needs to know what he lost. What he did."

"Than enlighten me." He broke from my grasp. It wasn't as strong anyway. He held my throat with his bare hands crushing my head to the desk. "Tell me what I've done." He had the person in his mind at all times. I knew that from the other visit. I knew she would way heavy on his mind for a good long time. Until the day he died.

"You murdered my mother." I told him. His hand didn't plan on killing me. Danny just watched seeing where it went. He nodded as if saying 'yes who?'. "Her name was . . . Elle." His grasp loosened against me. His eyes wide with unbelievable uncertainty. It all clicked into place in that moment for him. "Elle Bishop." The name stung my heart. My poor mother dead in this world when all she needed, all she wanted was love.

"No." He said uncertain as if he didn't know he had done it. "No, she's not your mother." He shook his head pushing me down to the desk again. "You. Are. Lying." He didn't want it to be true. He knew who I was and he didn't like it.

"Under different circumstances I would have been born." I told him. Whispered as if it were my story. It was. Tears clouded my visions from the pain he dealt to the fact my mother was dead here. Killed by the person she loved most. "Under those conditions you could have been happy."

"Not her." He hissed pushing my neck down harder. It cracked, Danny shifted. "Not Elle. She lied to me. She said I was a Petrelli and I wasn't. I can't change. I never will be able to."

"Not here." I whispered letting the bones reform. "Not now, but if you had let her live she could have helped you be something better. She would have had me. You would have had a son. A reason to fight the hunger. You don't fight it because you don't have a reason to." He was distracted in thought now. I lightly pushed him to the wall. He didn't care.

"She was . . ." He didn't finished his sentence. Danny looked at me and I nodded. I went to grab his shoulder before Gabriel looked into my eyes. "Wait!" I paused watching his eyes become tenderly soft for the moment. "Did she love me?"

"She let you kill her. What do you think?" I asked remembering the file on this world.

With that we left the newly reawakened Sylar to kill because he had no one to stop for.