YAY!!! The moment you've all been waiting for....Sylar's POV. Anyway people I hope that you enjoy this chapter and as always...read and review...yes in that order. Oh yeah and I do not own Hereos or the characters I just use them for my amusement.

He had killed her with a coffee mug. He hadn't gotten her powers but just the act of putting the woman down had put him in a better mood. He didn't have his powers but no one was going to control him or mess with his mind for that matter. He heard a groan from the woman on the other cot. He walked over to her still unconscious form and looked down at her. The woman who had been beside him when he thought he was going to die. Collectively he had only gotten a few minutes to look at her, all previously times in the dark, but in daylight she was stunning. Lovely rich brown hair with mixed strands of reddish blond and even smooth brown skin. He wondered what her eyes looked like. She groaned a little and shifted beneath her restraints. They had buckled her down and he wondered if she had perhaps woken a bit earlier. He remembered her helping Peter, did she have an ability? She groaned again, this time her long eyelashes moving and her eyes opening. They were a startling green, with flecks of color. She exhaled, still not aware of her surroundings. He touched her hair, smoothed the silken strands away from her face. She caught his eyes and for a moment and then suddenly tried to pull away from him.

So much for kind words.

"Get away, please," she said softly. He found that he didn't want to frighten her, just get to know her. Perhaps, he could have a little fun with her. He smiled as gently as he could.

"And leave you to your restraints? Is that what you want?"

She glanced at her bound arms and hissed. He smirked at her obvious displeasure. He tugged on the strap that held her right hand. She stiffened beneath the gesture and he smiled. He touched her wrist letting his finger get familiar with the sensitive skin.

"I could unstrap you."

"Fuck you!"

Her eyes had gotten darker an almost black color. She was breathing more heavily, angrily.

"Ah, we haven't even been introduced." He leaned in until he was breathing her same breath, until they were close enough to kiss.

"I could leave you here with our dear friend the illusionist or you could come with me."

"Why would you do that?"

"I have a good feeling about you."

She mumbled something underneath her breath, something that he didn't quite catch.

"What was that?"

"I said fine."

He smiled and unbuckled one hand. He unbuckled the one on the other arm and she immediately sat up. He pushed her back down his hand squeezing her throat. She grasped at him weakly with her hands, her fingers scratching over his own much stronger ones.

"What's your power? Why did Peter take...such an interest in you?"

She started bucking beautifully beneath his hand. She murmured something between each fading breath. He let go and let her cough. He flexed his fingers and walked away.

"Hurry up."

She breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling almost gracefully beneath her shirt. He looked away and let her regain her composure.

"Gabriel...Gabriel."

He spun around and stalked back towards her. Again he shoved her down onto the cot.

"Now, how do you know that name?"

She closed her eyes and let one hand wrap around his. Her eyes opened again and were a lighter green as if the storm had passed. Her full lips were slightly open, almost inviting. She took another deep breath.

"We knew each other a long time ago. We..."

"We what? If you don't tell me I'll just kill you."

"If I didn't have a brother I'd say go ahead because...what you are now, what you've let yourself become...it's already killing me."

"Just exactly how do you know me?"

The woman sat up and began removing her leg restraints. She showed a surprising flexibility that made Sylar grin a bit wider. Once freed she stepped onto the floor letting her hand hold her steady by the cot. She glanced over and saw the body, a large young woman blood pooling around her head.

"You killed her."

"Very...observant. You're still not answering my question."

"You idiot!"

She turned and slapped him hard across the face. His head whipped to the side at the sharp blow. He turned and glared at her.

"Before I kill you, anything else you'd like to do?"

"Yeah, ask you a question. How do you suppose she fixes us when she's lying in her own pool of blood and brain matter?"

Sylar frowned and looked down at the young woman. He supposed that would have been the better course of action, threatening her as opposed to killing her. He looked back once more to the fiery green eyes that were glinting with fury.

"I need to get home, no clue where I am, and you! You-you-you- asshole!"

He grinned. She was annoying but certainly cute. He pressed a finger to her lips to shush her, which she angrily batted away but she quieted down.

"I'm sure there's a map around somewhere."

"Gab-Sylar, I-"

"You called me Gabriel but I've never met you."

"You have, you just don't remember."

"I'd remember someone like you."

"Yeah, you would, wouldn't you? So let's just go with I'm totally lying and leave it at that?"

He pressed in on her forcing her back. He reached for her wrist and grabbed it. She instantly reached with her own fingers and pushed back his pinky. He shouted, letting go and then tried to hit her with the other hand. She ducked, tripped him with her legs, jumped back and put her foot over his throat.

"Yeah," she said chuckling," if you'd remembered you'd have known that I've got a couple black belts to my name and a bit of a temper. Try that again and I will so kick your ass."

He scowled and nodded his understanding. She removed her foot and held out her hand. He looked up at her curiously. She shrugged good naturedly and wiggled her fingers. He grabbed her hand and stood. Looking down at her he wondered if she was telling the truth. Had she known him? How did he manage to forget a woman like her? She turned away and began sorting through the drawers and countertops. She finally shouted 'aha' and turned to him a crinkled map in her hand. She was smiling and he for a split second, thought he may have remembered that smile.

. .. . . .. ..

He was completely different. He didn't even look the same. Where she had left a slightly awkward teen a tall, dangerously good looking man had replaced him. When he had leaned over her his lips merely centimeters from hers she had panicked because she had almost kissed him out of habit. She had to remember that it had been nearly eleven years and that he was not the same man. Even the look in his gorgeous brown eyes wasn't the same. He was a predator and he looked hungry.

She unfolded the map and sat back on top of the cot. He stalked over to her and leaned over her shoulder. It took everything in her not to shrink away.

"So where are we?"

"Well, she circled this area here. Kinda like we were stuck in the middle but this place is freaking jungle area and I can't sense..."

"Sense..."

"None of your business."

"You seem to know everything about me and I don't even know your first name."

"Tehya."

"Teh-ya," he said silkily. Tehya practically shivered at the way he said her name but she held it back. Years of training and meditation would not go wasted, certainly with him peering over her shoulder the way he was.

"Look, please stop. We're in the middle of a freakin' forest if you haven't noticed. Shouldn't you be looking for I don't know, provisions?"

He laughed darkly, brushing past her as he began looking around for things to carry. She ignored him and walked outside with the map. It was broad daylight, lots of sun and not nearly enough landmarks. She had only lived in the country for a short while, cities and skyscrapers had been practically coded into her psyche.

"Ready," he whispered from behind her. She stifled the urge to flinch and glanced backwards cooly.

"Are you?"

He smiled another wolfish grin and walked out after her into the wilderness.