He's here, somewhere.

You know he is, waiting for you.

This is your moment. Your time to kill him. To take revenge for all the innocent people he murdered.

Yourself included.

You wait, hiding in plain sight. Because you know how he thinks, know he won't bother to look that closely.

He thinks he's invincible. The rest think so too.

But you know better, know his weaknesses.

Your son, for example. The one you left him with all those years ago. He's Sylar's biggest weakness.

Noah, named after the only real father you ever had. The man Sylar murdered.

Noah currently sits under your desk, playing with a toy car. You're posing as a secretary.

He looks up at you, curiosity filling his brown eyes. He recognizes you, you can tell. You haven't seen him since the day you gave birth to him, but he recognizes you.

"You're a friend of Daddy's, right?" he asks. Oh, if he only knew.

"Yeah," you murmur conspicuously, "something like that."

His head tilts to the side, much like Gabriel's used to.

"Have you come to my house before?" Your son is smart, and you wonder if it's because of an ability. You wonder if he had never met his father, would he be the same boy? Probably not.

"I have. Not in a long time."

"Oh," Noah looks dejected, and you almost feel bad. "Did you know my Mommy?"

You chuckle. Oh, Noah.

"I know your mother." You feel like you should say something, justify why you left, to the boy who doesn't know who you are. But you don't know what to say, so choose to look back over the crowded room.

Noah tugs on your pant-leg gently. "Is she pretty?"

You smile. "She doesn't think so."

Noah's tiny face falters for a moment, but when he looks back up at you, you can see the same fierce determination that you so often wear.

"Daddy doesn't talk about her. It makes me mad sometimes."

"Does it? Make you mad, I mean?" You ask.

He nods, and you respond with a devilish smile saying, "I'll kill daddy for you."

He draws back into the desk, eyes widening in fear. Crap. This isn't what you intended. Because, no matter what, he is still your son. Your flesh and blood. And his pain makes you feel pain.

It's an interesting feeling, pain. It's been so long since you felt it. You've become good at blocking it out, feeling nothing. And then your son brought the pain back.

"Noah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

His face is still skeptic, and you can't stand it. So, you make a decision that you know will alter your course forever.

"I'm not going to kill your father. I..." You sigh and bite your nail, unsure of what you're about to do.

"Noah." He scrambles closer to you."I, um, I-I... Remember how I, how I said I know your Mommy."

He nods and you take his hands in yours.

"I... I am your Mommy."

His little eyebrow quirks. "You're my mommy."

You nod, and look up to scan the room once again. You sense something. You can't tell what, but it's there.

"You don't look like the picture." He hands you a picture of yourself from before. Before you died.

"I know. But I decided to go for a different style."

There he is. Sylar, exiting the elevator, like a normal person.

"Noah," you warn. "Get back under the desk, and don't make a sound, okay?"

He nods, and crawls back into his hiding place. Meanwhile, Sylar makes his way to your desk.

"Do you have any letters for me?" he asks. He hasn't looked at you, and you think that's probably a good thing.

"No," you say back. This man looks just like Gabriel. No, that's a lie. He looks like a mixture of himself. All of the good things from both personalities.

Sylar looks at you then. "You're lying."

"Shit. Poor Sue Landers," you think. Because you did have a letter for him, you just didn't intend on giving it to him anymore. Your hand wobbles slightly as you reach for the letter, hidden inside your coat pocket.

You notice the strange look Sylar's giving you as you hand it to him. "Sir," you question, "is there a problem?"

His eyebrows draw together in confusion, but he waves it off. "No, no problem."

You check to make sure he's gone from the building before allowing Noah to come out of his hiding place.

"Was that Daddy?" he asks you.

"No," you smile, "it was a very bad man. I'm gonna take you away from the bad man, okay, Noah?"

He places his tiny hand in yours, and you can't help thinking how right this feels. How maybe you made the wrong choice, leaving Noah with Gabriel.

"Okay, Mommy," he says, smiling.

You leave hand-in-hand, content with your decision. This might not have been what you originally came for, but its turned out to be so much better.