Author's Note: Okay, this is just a filler chapter really.

aclassiciskitten: Well I must say, you are a very attentive reader!

To answer your questions: Noah didn'thaitien West, at least as pertains to this story. Sylar moved the off switch as soon as he got the ability because he knows how things work, so he knew that he had one and moved it. (That's my opinion.) The reason that Claire is forgiving towards him is because he apologized to her, no matter how brief, which nobody has done besides her father after killing her. And yes, I love the series Friends and CSI so I gave them a little part in my story.

Livia Lee: I love that you loved it :)

Anybody: I love your input, so what's your suggestions, because I know how I want this to end, but I'd love some suggestions!

Saturday Morning - Motel Six Room 304 - Sylar's POV

I got up from the bed and clicked off the television. I never was much of a couch potato, but I grew fond of it at times. I walked over to the sink and brushed my teeth with the complimentary tooth brush. I was getting bored in this hotel room. I was planning on calling Claire later to see if she was bored like me.

The reason that I haven't talked to her in a while is simple. I was feeling the hunger. There was no doubt in my mind that it would come creeping back to me, it always did. But it's gone for now, and let's just say that it's all thanks to one Mr. Krankson. (A/N: Totally made up)

By the time I had shaved, took a shower and got dressed, I was ready to call her. I lifted my phone, a cheap disposable I swiped from a store, and pressed my finger to the number key. That's when it happened.

Noah Bennet came brsting through the door, gun drawn, and started yelling. "Sit, now!" He was pointing to the bed. I raised my arms as if signalling that I was unarmed. I sat on the bed and he began his interrogation.

"Do you have something wrong in that sick mind of yours?"

I rolled my eyes. "Obviously something's wrong with YOUR mind. You come bursting through the door pointing your gun at me. Why are you here?"

"I saw you. I saw you with my daughter. How dare you come near her. Just for that I'm going to kill your sorry ass."

I was shocked. For some reason I never thought about anyone I knew, or rather Claire knew, knowing especially seeing us out somewhere. He pushed his gun to the back of my head and pushed me onto the bed. That's when I snapped. I threw him to the wall using my telekenesis, standing at the same time.

I grabbed his gn and threw it to the side. Somehow he kicked me in the knee and I momentarily lost control of my hold on him. He punched me in the right eye and I held him in place and began to punch him in the stomach.

And, of course, that's when Claire decided to walk into the room.

"DAD!" she screamed, her pale face flooding with tears. She ran over to me and shoved me aside. "Get off! Leave my dad alone!"

I let go of my grasp on him, surprise showing on my lips, slightly ajar. Claire held onto her father and asked him, "Are you okay?". When he nodded, she turned to me with hate filled in her normally soft green eyes. They were now hard with anger. "How dare you." she said, a soft, quiet whisper that was barely audible. I was almost unsure that I had heard her correctly. But, I knew, with the look on her face, I had heard her crystal clear.

I tried to explain to her, to tell her exactly what had gone down only moments ago, but she interupted me. "I don't want to hear it." She slung her father's arm over her shoulder and fled out of the room, slamming the door behind her. There I was, left standing in an empty hotel room, confused and thinking.

Somewhere in my head, I thought ' Maybe if I can get to her, explain...' but I pushed that thought away. She wouldn't listen. She was too stuborn. Not that I blame her, though.

I guess everyone's right. I can't change. I'm a monster and I always will be. I was worth nobody, especially not Claire. She is so kind, caring, forgiving. Me? I'm a killer. I will always be just that. Nothing more awaits for me in my future. I can never be more than what I am.

So there it is. That's exactly what happened to lead up to this. To lead up to me pinching the bridge of my nose, trying to concentrate and failing. To me trying to stop the salty water from running onto my face. I feel weak. I feel like Gabriel, and I hate it. Hate who I was and hate who I am now. Hate that no matter what, I can never be good enough for her. She will never forgive me.

I suppose I should've seen a breakdown coming soon enough. They come rarely but when they do, they hurt. I brokedown after taking the first ability. I brokedown after what happeed that night with Elle and some other guy who I can't remember the name of. I brokedown after killing my mother. Now, here I stand, blood on my knuckles, breaking down. I had lost control. And I can't take it. Can't take the fact that the one person I was begining to trust would never trust me. So now I'm alone.

Guess I better get used to the quiet, 'cause I'll be like this for a while.