Hey so this is almost the end. I got other stories that I need to complete and I get the feeling this has run it's course, though there will be an epilogue coming up soon. Thank you to everyone who reviewed or just plain endured reading it. I have loved making it.

Chapter 10 – The End – Viva Las Vegas

"Married!" Sylar yelped. "Who's married!"

"Well, a number of people actually," Hiro shifted his feet uncomfortably. "There is Bennett and Tracy, Niki and Mr Muggles and…You and Claire."

Claire's mouth hung open. "You cannot be serious. Peter put you up to this didn't he? To get back at me and Sylar for our part in Suresh' prank."

"Oh he got back at you alright," Hiro continued. "I just think you underestimated just how much of an evil genius Peter can be. Here, he left this note." Hiro handed them the note. Sylar and Claire snatched it from his sweaty hands.

Dear Sylar and Claire,

Roses are red, violets are blue, you both betrayed me, so I fucking hate you. Did you really think I had forgotten your betrayal? How you joined forces with the one known as Suresh? I think not…I mean Gabriel I can understand, but you Claire, my own niece? For shame, Claire, for shame.

By now I'm sure you're wetting yourself from both fear and awe of my cunning plan. So I guess you're married. By the way, I've watched the tape five times since last night whilst swirling my whine glass…and I'm going to put it on the internet. Can you find it before I do?

Love, Peter.

P.S – Never, NEVER, mess with me again, or I'll come after you…I'll come after you faster than concord and Daphne love child. I. Will. Mess. You. Up. Big time.

Claire re-read the note three more times. "WHAT IN THE NAME OF HOLY CHRISTMAS!"

Sylar stared off into nothingness. "How could this have happened?" Sylar demanded.

"He's a psycho," Claire mumbled absently. "My uncle and my hero is a psycho!"

"Hiro? Do you know what happened?"

"Well it all started four days ago…ago…ago…ago…"

"Uh Hiro, what are you doing?" Claire asked.

"Ago…ago-starting a flashback-ago…ago…"

They let him continue for a while before Sylar finally spoke up. "Well he's not helping."

"Adam and Daphne!" Claire yelled. "They were taping everything! They must have the tape!"

Sylar nodded. "Let's go," and with that the two charged from the room, leaving poor Hiro all by himself.

"Ago…ago…anything?" He looked around. "No? Wavy lines? Chime music? A harp perhaps?" When nothing happened he shrugged. "Ok, I get it. It's because I'm Asian isn't it? You're just as racist as Arthur Petrelli!" The small Asian time traveller stomped from the room.

…Four Days Earlier…

"Guys…" Elle began, her tone one of shame. "I have some dire news."

"Elle it's four in the morning," Mohinder moaned.

Elle suddenly zapped the electronics in the room, causing all the electrical equipment to suddenly blast on at full volume. "WAKE UP!"

The group jolted awake. "I don't wanna be a spring time dancer!"

The group all looked at Sylar, an eyebrow raised. "You know in his defence, they do have to wear those frilly skirts," Peter defended the serial killer.

"I heard if you say spring time dancer three times in a mirror, they come to your house and kill you," Hiro added. "They trample your face!"

"Elle, what the hell?" Claire asked rubbing her eyes. "Hey where's Niki?"

Niki climbed back onto her bed. "Guess,"

"Listen up!" Elle demanded. "Angela just phoned and she's only going to let us use her credit card for four more days!"

The group gazed blankly at her. "So…" Hiro drawled. "…this road trip will be over in four days?"

Elle sighed. "I'm afraid so."

"You're screwin' with us right?" Sylar quizzed.

"If only I were, Gabe-"

"Don't call me that-"

"But alas, both God and Angela hate us," Elle finished.

"So what you're saying is," Claire began. "That in four days…we can go home?"

Elle nodded sadly, unprepared for the roar of glee from her supposed friends. She watched as her posse all exchanged hugs, all except for Peter.

Now Peter Petrelli was a good man, the best in fact. He was a humanitarian, always putting others before himself and just an all round good guy. In fact in all honesty the empath only had one flaw in his perfect existence.

Peter Petrelli did not like surprises. Good or bad, it made little difference.

Sylar relinquished his hold on Claire to gaze down at the man. "Is he Ok?"

"I think he's trembling," Suresh commented.

"Oh Yeah," Claire began. "Peter hates surprises. You remember when he found out Niki had faked her death?"

***Begin Flashback***

Niki releases Claire's hands and smiles at the group that have followed her to Peter's apartment. They were all there. Claire, Sylar, Hiro, Elle, Suresh, Bennett, Nathan, Matt, Daphne, Angela, Ando, Tracy, Micah, Molly just about everyone. She had told them all one by one that she in fact had not died in that explosion in season 2 with an ecstatic Micah at her side. The small boy had not stopped smiling, his grin reaching from ear to ear.

When Peter did not hear them knocking the group decided to enter, opting to surprise the youngest Petrelli brother with their amazing news. They spot him, head phones on as he listens to music on his laptop. Niki smiles warmly at his back before breezing over to him silently and taps him on the shoulder. He turns and freezes as his eyes make contact with hers. The whole group smiles affectionately and Micah giggles innocently as Peter, stunned, removes his head phones.

"Hi Peter," she murmurs softly, almost a whisper.

He stands. Still. Taking in what he is seeing and has only one response.

"Niki what the FUCK?" He pulls away, completely losing his shit. "What the hell is going on here?"

"Peter... don't freak out. It's me. Your one and ONLY blonde friend." She soothes, sweetly, trying to reach for his cheek, to assure him that she is not a dream, but a reality we all have to deal with now.

"No! Dude! You.. were dead! You like fucking blew up into a fucking million pieces. I SAW your body buried."

"Yeah... no. I faked my death and all to get the company off my back.. but, aren't you happy to see me?"

"You WHAT?" Peter screams, completely out of it. "I almost killed the man who set that building on fire over you! And now you tell me you PLANNED to fake your death?"

"Um Peter?" Claire tries to interject, looking awkwardly at a stunned 12 year old Micah. "Maybe you should calm down a little?"

"No Claire! No! This bitch needs to learn now that she can be a real drama whore!"

Micah looks confused up at Claire. "What's a drama whore?"

Claire's eyes bolt open in fear, so she turns to Matt for help. He smiles at her in understanding. "Well Kiddo," He begins whilst squatting down. "Uncle Peter means your mom is a whore to drama, as in she gets sexually excited by dramatic situations."

Micah grins, now understanding. "Wow, thanks officer parkman!"

"Knowledge is power sport."

Niki ignores her son losing his innocence to try and make Peter understand. "Well, if I told you what was happening you just would've tried to protect me!"

"What? If you told me I wouldn't have almost killed a human and exposed my powers at the same time!"

"But, Peter—"

"Get the fuck out of my apartment!" He yells, disgusted. "First you try to kill my brother and now this. Gah. You seriously are fucked up. Fucked. Up."

***End Flashback***

"That was when Micah took up smoking and prostitutes," Niki said with a fond smile. "Kids huh?"

Elle decided to disregard the situation. "So me and Angie talked and-"

"Angie?" Suresh asked.

"Yes Angie, we're BFF's now. Anyway we got to talking and decided we would meet her and everyone at the hotel plaza in Viva Las Vegas because Mr B and Tracy are getting married! We leave now!" The electric blonde chirped.

"What!" Niki and Claire both yelled simultaneously.

Hiro held up his hand. "Uh guys? Peter is eating cardboard."

Sylar winced. "Oh I hear that's bad for you."

Las Vegas - Hotel Plaza

"Sylar, for the last time, I don't care," Claire said frustrated.

Sylar sighed. "Look I'm just saying 'Hotel Plaza'? Isn't that WAAAAY cliché?"

"Hey you made it!" Angela greeted from the main reception desk, Arthur Petrelli and Daniel Linderman on either side of her.

"Hi Mom, Dad!" Peter greeted happily before turning to Linderman. "Linder…"

Linderman was eyeing Niki whilst muttering "Boomshakalakalaka boom,"

Peter bounced his eyebrows. "Awkward."

"We've already assigned everyone suits," Arthur Petrelli announced, seemingly not caring whether they were there or not. "Claire, you'll be sharing a room with your-" Cough. "Adopted-" Cough. "Father, Elle and Molly Walker."

"Terrific," Claire mumbled bored.

Elle snatched the key. "This is going to be just like in the chick flicks! But you know, with less subtle lesbianism."

"Boomshakalakalaka boom!"

"Peter, you will be sharing with your brother, officer Parkman and Sylar," Arthur continued.

"That can't go wrong" Suresh murmured.

Peter cheerfully took the key. "Sure thing Dad, anything you say."

"Splendid," Arthur nodded.

"…Anything else Dad?"

"What?"

"Love me."

"Huh?"

"Nothing! So I guess I'll be getting to my room now then," Peter hurried to the elevator with Sylar.

"Niki," Angela spoke. "You'll be sharing with your sister, Daphne and Micah."

Niki smiled. "Great! Listen does this room have any sharp edges, sugary treats, overly active electrical sockets or doors?"

"Of course not dear, but it does have a balcony overlooking a tank filled with sharks, sword fish and Jack the ripper."

Niki's smile fell. "Oh good."

Arthur then glanced at Suresh and Hiro. "You two will be sharing with Ando and Mr Muggles…down in the basement."

"What!" Hiro yelled.

Angela turned to her husband. "Arthur, we worked on this remember?"

"Is there a problem?" Suresh enquired

"No no, oh no, no problem, no would…would definitely be my answer. Although the room has already been paid for so if you fine equal gentlemen wouldn't mind just settling in for now." Angela smiled. Arthur muttered something under his breath. "Arthur!"

"Boomshakalakalaka Boom!"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"…I hate you, Peter."

"Shut up, Gabe," Peter responded as he and Sylar walked down the hallway, side by side. "No wonder you changed your name, it's got gay in it."

"Oh and yours is so much better? Pee-ter. As in pee, as in urination. You disgust me."

Peter raised his eyebrows. "Man, your parents must have hated you. Oh wait, THEY DID!"

"'Coz that's a secret. They abandoned me."

"Gutted."

"Hey," Sylar protested. "At least my parents are honest about hating me."

Peter frowned. "Yeah I got their last email. What's an ass bandit?"

"Not important."

"And what did you mean honest? My parents tell me they hate me all the time."

Sylar scoffed. "Oh yeah, with words instead of letters written in a puppy's blood."

"Puppies blood? Really?"

"Yeah," Sylar suddenly looked off into the distance sorrowfully. "When I was a child there was…an incident."

"With a puppy?"

"I'm afraid so. I used to enjoy playing with the lawnmower and one day, well, I thought I could combine my love of hair dressing with mowing."

Peter winced. "Ah."

"Yeah…poor Kevin never saw it coming."

The two stopped outside their door and opened it…then froze in their tracks. Matt and Nathan were wrestling like two school boys on the floor.

"Nathan…Matt…Hey," Peter greeted awkwardly.

The two grown men froze. Nathan pushing Matts cheek whilst Matts foot was placed in Nathan's stomach. "Oh, hey guys. What's…what's happening?" Matt's voice was muffled due to Nathans hand.

"We were just," Nathan began to explain. "Deciding which person got the king size bed."

Sylar looked in the room to find four king sized beds. "But there are four. Why would you-"

"Mind your business that's why!"

Suresh and Hiro opened the door to their dark, dank basement suit. Ando looked up from the soft core porn he was watching with Mr Muggles. "Hey guys! Check out the room blingage! What's up G?"

Some oil dropped down on Suresh' head. Slowly Mohinder wiped the offending substance from his forehead. He turned to a depressed looking Hiro.

"You know what?" The scientist began. "I'm getting pretty fucking annoyed with this holiday."

"As am I Mohinder," Hiro agreed. "As. Am. I."

Claire and Elle stopped outside their luscious looking room door. Elle beamed as even the light brown wood seemed to sparkle.

"Oooooooooh looky so shiny!" She gasped.

Claire raised an eyebrow. "Shiny? Really?"

"There should be three wise men following this door!"

Just then the door opened and out fell Noah Bennett. He landed on top of Claire, sending them straight to the floor.

"Whoa, that carpet – that – that carpet, it's like, whoa you know?" Bennett stammered.

"Always good to see you Dad," Claire sniffed her father. "Dad, are you drunk?"

"I should say so," Elle added, making a face of disgust. "He reeks of whiskey and old spice."

"No no no, that's my new – my new aftermashave. I call it…sewage fart," He looked down at Claire. "Hey Claire-Bear, come for my wedding?"

Claire rolled her eyes. "No I came for the square dancing."

"Oh no!" Bennett bolted up to his feet. "Did Matt get into the storage room again!"

"Easy Mr. B, Matt's been confined to the first floor and above." Elle comforted.

Bennett shrugged. "Whatev'"

"Whatev?" Claire repeated incredulously. "You can't even summon the enthusiasm to say the full whatever?"

"Deffo," Bennett shrugged again.

"This is ridiculous."

"Well anyway," Bennett clapped his hands together. "I'm off to my bachelor party. Tracy and that lot will be up for…um…the girl version of that."

"Hen night?"

"Shut up, Elle, we're not British."

"Right," Elle nodded firmly.

Bennett continued. "Do you see me drinking tea, Elle?"

She looked down at his hands and shook her head. "Nope."

"Then what does that tell you?"

"You're not British?"

"Bingo!" Bennett cheered.

Elle clapped her hands excitedly. "Oh I love these things! What did I win?"

"This coupon!" Bennett handed the excited blonde a ruffled up slip of paper. Elle looked down at it and her smile dropped.

Claire leaned over to read it. "Dad, this just says 'You have hooker breath' with a smiley face on it."

"That's how I roll," And with that he bounded down the hallway and out of sight.

Elle folded up the paper and put it in her pocket. "Wow, he's a mean drunk."

"Elle, you're not going to keep that?"

Elle shrugged. "It was a gift," she whined.

Claire rolled her eyes and pushed open the door. "I thought you were the sensible one on this journey."

"Ah, now, you've confused sensible with bossy," she replied. "Besides compared to most of these idiots I am the sensible one."

"Oh come on, their not that bad."

***FLASHBACK***

Hiro and Claire are standing at the bar in a comfortable silence. Claire takes a sip of her wine. Hiro takes a sip of his beer. Silence is golden. A wave of rare peace in the two heroes manic world.

"Claire?"

"Yes Hiro?"

"What do you call a male ladybug?"

***END FLASHBACK***

"Ouch," Elle winced.

Claire pursed her lips. "Yeah. Anyway I'm sure they'll be on their best…" she trailed off when she spotted Molly Walker swaying unsteadily on the couch, a half empty bottle of whiskey in her hands.

"My bitches!" The little girl greeted.

Elle's jaw hit the ground. "Oh my God."

Molly laughed. "Hey, want me to find Jesus?"

Later in the Bar…

"Ok! Everyone!" Angela called out to the crowd. "I would like to make a toast to the happy couple!" At their blank faces she rolled her eyes. "Bennett and Tracy?" Nothing. "The guy with the glasses and Niki's twin sister?"

"Oh," Was the collective response.

Angela sighed. "Jesus Christ."

"He's in California right now so he can't hear you," Molly's voice shouted out.

"I hate this place," Angela whispered before shaking her head. "Anyway, let's have a good night everyone and please don't try to drink too much. We wouldn't want any nasty surprises in the morning. Though that would be both comicly hilarious and mildly entertaining. To Noah and Tracy!"

Everyone clanged their glasses and took a swig of their drink…all except for Peter. The youngest Petrelli brother gazed menacingly from across the bar, a sinister smirk making an appearance as he studied his prey. Claire and Sylar were talking, but if this plan was going to work than he would need one more thing. His eyes darted to the left to spot the Haitian and his smirk maliciously turned into a grin. Good. Phase one was already complete. Unluckily for them Agent Petrelli always executes his plans of domination and humiliation. Oh yes, for it was time.

Peter Petrelli was going prank Claire Bennett and Gabriel Gray and it was going to off like a house on fire. Or so help him God…

For too long he had pretended to have forgotten their betrayal. For too long his hatred had been burning in the very recesses of his gut. He still awoke sometimes, thinking that maybe he was still floating naked in that dirty yet surprisingly warm lake…being laughed at. He growled.

Operation Marriage was a go.

"Time for phase two," he hissed and cut through the crowd. He needed to get Claire to drink, and there was only one way he could see that happening. "Hey Sylar! Can I talk to you for a sec?"

"Sure."

"Cool. Hey Hiro? Could you keep Claire company for a sec?" Peter slyly put in.

Claire's eyes bolted open in fear. "No wait Peter-!" But he was gone. She firmly closed her eyes and turned to face a smiling Hiro.

"So, Claire?"

The ex-cheerleader sighed. "Yes Hiro?"

"Well I was wondering, since you Americans throw rice at your weddings, can the Asian communities start throwing hamburgers at ours?"

She firmly closed her eyes. "Oh God…"

"Hey…hey Claire?"

"What Hiro?"

"What do they call a French kiss in France?"

"I don't know, Hiro."

"…"

"…"

"…Hey Claire?"

She grit her teeth. "Yes?

"Do hummingbirds hum because they don't know the words?" When she didn't reply he merely continued. "What if the hokey pokey really is what it's all about? Do crematoriums give discounts to burn victims? Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery? Do Roman paramedics refer to IV's as "4's"? Does killing time damage eternity? Do vampires get AIDS? Do vegetarians eat animal crackers? Do witches run spell checkers? How do I set my laser printer on stun?" He took a breath, missing Claire beginning to shake. "Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze these dangly things here and drink whatever comes out? Sick really…"

"Hiro…please…I really don't want to start drinking tonight," She begged, on the verge of breaking down in tears.

"Right," He smiled and nodded at her. "Why do fat chance and slim chance mean the same thing?"

"Alright! That's it!" She turned to the bar man. "Get me ten shots of Jack Daniels and leave the bottle!"

Peter caught a glimpse of Claire downing shot after shot. He smirked with pride. His genius was beginning to become a curse. "Peter," Sylar started concerned. "Why did you call me over here to talk about all the different varieties of sandals?"

Peter blinked. "I thought you'd be interested."

"…Why?"

Peter swallowed. "What now?"

"Why would I be interested in sandals?" Sylar asked with a frown. "Out of all the people here, surely I'm the person you would least suspect to enjoy the cultural significance of sandals."

"Who cares – Hey, can you go and help Claire with those drinks? I don't want her to drink all of them."

Sylar just bounced his eyebrows. "Right, because you're a normal person," and with that he was gone, leaving Peter alone with his dastardly thoughts. The shit was about to hit the fan, and Peter was ready to shower in its glory. He nodded to the Haitian, who silently nodded back and set off on his mission. After all, Peter couldn't have both Claire and Sylar regenerating from the alcohols effects, now could he? He smirked and went to talk to Daphne, walking passed Suresh, Nathan and Matt sitting at the bar drinking in silence.

"So…" Matt started. "Shall we order the prostitutes now or later?"

"I vote now," Nathan added.

"Agreed," Suresh downed his pint. "Let's go talk to Micah. He's got connections."

"Where is he?" Matt asked a little over eager.

"I don't know," Nathan answered, looking around and spotting Niki holding Mr Muggles whilst talking to her sister. "Let's go ask his mother. Come on."

"Nik, I'm really trusting you with our wittle friend here," Tracy lectured, speaking in a baby voice.

Niki rolled her eyes. "Trace I have a son, I think I can manage a dog for a night."

"Right," Tracy smiled. "How was rehab for little Micah?"

"Ah, I see your point."

"Speaking of which, Nik, where is Micah?" Suresh asked, arriving with Matt and Nathan.

Present Day…

Claire and Sylar burst into Tracy, Niki, Daphne and Micah's room charged up like a supernova. Micah jumped up from the floor, knocking over the empty bottle of whiskey that stood between him and an unconscious Molly Walker. Daphne looked up from the note she was reading with an eyebrow raised.

"Where is it speedie!" Sylar yelled, left eye twitching.

Daphne gulped. "Uh oh. Sylar did you babysit again? Look I promise you we don't have any milk!"

"He means the video tape," Claire tried to sound reasonable, really she did, but she was losing herself to the rage. "The video tape of last night."

"Oh," Daphne put down the slip of paper in her hand to fiddle through her bag. "I've still got it somewhere."

Both Sylar and Claire breathed a heavy sigh of relief and embraced each other. Suddenly though an awkward tension set in and the two slowly pulled apart, not able to resist looking into the other's eyes. It was like a string of electricity had ignited between them, connecting her blue orbs to his dark brown unreadable eyes. For a second they thought maybe Elle had shown up, but soon realised it wasn't the impulsive blonde that had caused this connection. Uncomfortably they dropped their gaze to anything other than the other, but unfortunately they landed on Niki in her bed…with Mr Muggles happily licking her face.

"Oh baby, you treat me so good," Niki moaned in pleasure, smiling. Without looking she tenderly pecked Mr Muggles wet nose with her soft lips.

Sylar dry heaved. "Oh God."

"Hiro wasn't lying!" Claire finished the thought whilst Sylar almost bolted for the toilet. "Niki and Mr Muggles got married!"

"Isn't that illegal? I mean a human woman marrying a dog? Come on!"

Thankfully Daphne appeared in front of them, holding the blessed video tape. "Here. I haven't watched it yet, I don't think anyone has either."

Claire sighed. "Thank you Jesus."

"Well, only Peter anyway," Daphne finished. A devastating silence followed her words, both Sylar and Claire gaping at her. "Here, he left this note for you. It's a bit…texas chainsaw-y." She handed them the note, and for the second time they greedily took in the scribbled words.

Dear all,

Did you really think I would let you get away with it? Did you learn nothing from Mohinder and his epic journey to find the missing epilogue? Your humiliation has been on the internet since this morning…and I may have 'accidently' emailed the video to a very short tempered Noah Bennett.

Oopsie.

Consider us even if you dare,

For in my vengeance you're laid bare,

Now if I were you I'd take care,

And prepare yourself for your righteous scare.

(Bennett's gonna rape your soul Sylar)

Happy days,

Love Peter.

As if on cue, a horrible death-like cue, the door to the room crashed open to reveal a worryingly calm Noah Bennett. All of the occupants of the room gulped simultaneously.

"Oh, hey there, Daddy," Claire smiled a big fat fake one. "Shouldn't you be getting ready with the wedding and the dressing and…"

"And the manly cold feet!" Daphne chimed in. The two blondes nodded enthusiastically.

Bennett strode into the room. "I received an interesting email today, from a …"

"Lame," Daphne sung.

"You know I received an email from him – her – them." Claire was quick to add. "Sounds like a trouble maker to me."

Sylar bounced his eyebrows. "I couldn't agree more."

"The email had a recorded link in it." Bennett continued. "Showing, well, something that enraged me more than I could explain."

"Ok Dad, remember the breathing thing?" Claire tried. "One Mississippi, two Mississippi-"

"And it had a note on at the end which truly confused me, which I was to give to you after watching."

Sylar sighed. "Damn it! Another note? What is it with this guy?"

Claire reached out and grabbed the folded paper, gulping as she handed it to Sylar. "Look, Dad, both me and Sylar got really drunk ok? The Haitian being there must have stopped us from regenerating. So please, remember that we weren't in our right minds when we got married. We couldn't even remember why we woke up together!"

"That's right," Sylar spoke up. "If you want to blame anyone then blame Peter. He set this whole thing up in the first place." Both Sylar and Claire released a heavy sigh. Whatever the ex-company man wanted to do to them now, at least they were ready.

Bennett took three dangerous steps forward toward Sylar. "You married my little girl?"

Sylar's calm face fell. "What?"

"You married my daughter?"

Claire's eyes darted confused. "Wait, you already knew didn't you? Peter told you in the email?"

"Peter emailed me a porno of Harry Potter," Bennett seethed, eyes wild. "I had to watch Dumbledore teach Harry a spell to stop anal leakage the naughty way."

"Ew," Daphne scrunched up her face.

"But…but the note-" Claire stammered.

"Uh, Claire," Sylar's monotone voice drawled from behind her. She turned around to face him, which was when he displayed the note to her.

HA!

Claire gawked at the simple two letters, written in big black bold capital letters in the middle of the piece of A4. "Oh my God Peter is an evil genius."

Daphne raised an eyebrow. "Is it wrong to suddenly find him attractive? It's wrong isn't it?"

"Ah!" All eyes turned to a screaming Niki. "Why am I in bed with Mr Muggles!"

"Words cannot express how much I hate all Petrelli's," Sylar stated genuinely, before casting worried eyes up at a smirking Bennett. He sighed, resigning to his fate. "Well…shit."

Mohinder slowly opened his eyes to the sound of violent shrills being carried on the wind. His eyebrows furrowed. How did he end up on the balcony with Matt and Nathan? Seeing the other two men were still drooling in their sleep, he stood and carefully walked to the balcony railings.

Another shrill.

Mohinder snapped his attention five floors down to see Bennett and the Haitian, standing over a broken looking Sylar. He frowned once more. Perhaps his hangover was getting in the way of his rational mind.

"Bennett?" Suresh called down.

Bennett and the Haitian both looked up. "Good Morning, Suresh!" Bennett called up.

"What's going on?"

"Sylar got drunk and married Claire last night, defiled her and then forgot about it – so I threw him from the fourth floor window and I'm having the Haitian dilute his regenerative powers so he heals really slowly, as well as being in excruciating pain."

"Oh," was all the scientist could say. "Peter?"

Bennett nodded. "Peter."

"Got it," Suresh nodded. "Hey do you know what their serving for breakfast?"

"Full English I believe!"

"Wow, really? Is it included with the room or do you have to pay?"

"Uh-" Bennett began. Sylar screamed, but was interrupted by Bennetts boot slamming into his ribs. Noah sighed before looking back up. "I think it's included with the room! But you have to bring your room key as evidence!"

"Oh ok! Thanks!"

"You're welcome!"

Elle's head suddenly popped over the six floor balcony directly above Mohinder. "Would you guys shut up! Some of us have hangovers!"

"Sorry!" Bennett and Suresh apologized simultaneously. Sylar held his hand up weakly to show his own remorse, but Bennett cracked him in the ribs again with his boot.

Elle bit her lip. "Peter?"

Suresh and Bennett nodded. "Peter."

"Got it," Elle nodded in understanding. "Looks like it's going to be a nice day!"

"Beautiful!" Suresh agreed.

"I heard it might rain later on!" Bennett called up.

"Typical!" Elle whined. "Why do they even have the forecast if it's just wrong all the time?"

"It's the only job where you can be wrong half the time and still get paid!" Suresh added.

"Ridiculous," Bennett agreed.

Mohinder frowned. "Wait Elle! Isn't that Peter's room?"

Elle nodded nonchalantly. "Yeah we totally did it last night. Haven't seen him all morning though," she glanced at Sylar almost dead on the floor. "Guess he's been busy!"

"How lovely!" Bennett called up.

(Silence)

"Well, I wouldn't want to miss breakfast!" Suresh yelled.

"Oh yeah! I might join you!" Elle commented. "Later Mr. B, Claude or whatever your name is Haitian!"

"Bye Elle – Hey! Viewing's at 3!"

"See you then!" Elle and Suresh said and disappeared at the same time.

Bennett smiled and shook his head playfully. "Those kids," he laughed, proceeding to viciously stomp on Sylar's back when the broken man tried to rise again. "Stay Down Gabriel! Punk ass…"

So what did you think. There will be a short epilogue to finish it off, including video footage of the Bachelor and Bachelorette party…and the unfortunate moment when they collided.

Please review telling me what you think. Only one more chapter left people!