A/N: I really liked writing this chapter. I could really picture the destruction of the tornado and the fight and the standoff at the end. It's a fun one.
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes or Wicked.
(Open on what used to be the governor's mansion in New Jersey. There's rubble everywhere from the tornado. The legs of a body are seen sticking out from one of the destroyed parts of the mansion.
In the foreground, Peter waves goodbye to somebody.)
Peter: That's right, you just take that one road, the whole time. (He turns back) Oh, I hope they don't get lost. I'm so bad at giving directions.
(He sees the house and sighs. He picks a few flowers and lays them in front of the house.)
Peter: Oh, Nathan.
(Sylar appears behind him.)
Sylar: What a touching display of grief.
Peter: (turning around) I don't think we have anything further to say to one another.
Sylar: I wanted something to remember him by, and all that is left was our father's shoes, and now that wretched little boy has walked off with them. So I'd appreciate some time, alone, to say goodbye to my brother.
(Peter walks a short distance away as Sylar walks up to the house.)
Sylar: (getting to his knees) Nathan, please, please, please forgive me...
Peter: Gabe...you mustn't blame yourself. It's dreadful, it is, to basically have a house fall on you, but accidents will happen.
Sylar: (standing back up) You call this an accident?
Peter: Yes! Well, maybe not an accident...
Sylar: Well, what do you call it?
Peter: Well...a regime change. You're still in line to be governor next. All caused by a bizarre and unexpected twister of fate.
Sylar: (losing his temper) You think cyclones just appear out of the blue? In New Jersey!?
Peter: I don't know, I never really...
Sylar: No, of course you never! You're too busy telling everyone how wonderful everything is!
Peter: I'm a public figure, now. People expect me to -
Sylar: (accusing) Lie?
Peter: (getting angry too) Be encouraging! And what exactly have you been doing besides flying all around this damn country, helping people with unnatural abilities?
Sylar: Oh, flying? I suppose you've forgotten how you even got that one. I'm sure the Wizard has some grand explanation for it, besides my creating it and taking it just to survive.
Peter: (cutting) Yes, well, a lot of us are taking things that don't belong to us, aren't we?
Sylar: Now wait just a minute! I know it may be difficult for that floppy-haired, care-too-much brain of yours to comprehend that someone like her could actually choose someone like me, but it's happened!...It's real. (advancing on him) And you can use any ability you want, but you can't change it! She never belonged to you, she doesn't love you, and she never did! She loves me!
(Peter, now furious, punches him in the face. Sylar slowly stands back up.)
Sylar: (with a chuckle) Feel better now?
Peter: Yes, I do.
Sylar: Good, so do I.
(He turns and raises a hand, sending Peter flying back into a wall. Peter gets back to his feet, his eyes blazing. Sylar stands ready.
At the same moment, they both yell out and jump up, flying towards each other. They crash into each other and fall to the ground, punching at each other, all abilities forgotten. In the meantime, The Haitian, Flint, Tracy, and other guards from Pinehearst show up.)
Flint: Halt! In the name of the Wizard!
(He grabs Sylar, who thrusts a hand out at him, but nothing happens. The Haitian is staring hard at Sylar.)
Sylar: Stop! Let me go!
Peter: (as Tracy pulls him away) Let me go, I almost had him!
Tracy: Sorry it took us so long to get here, Peter. (She shoves him off to the side)
Sylar: (furious) I can't believe you would sink this low! To use my brother's death as a trap to capture me?!
Peter: I never meant for this to happen! Gabe!
(Suddenly, from right behind Peter, a gun clicks, being loaded. Everyone freezes. They slowly turn to see Claire holding a gun to the back of Peter's head.)
Claire: Let him go!
Peter: (bewildered) Claire, how the hell...?
Claire: (with a smirk) I was lead agent. (She gestures with the gun) I said let him go! Or explain to all of Oz how the Wizard's guards watched while Peter the Good was slain.
Peter: Claire...
Claire: I said, let him go.
(Flint releases Sylar, who pulls his arm back with a huff.)
Claire: Gabriel, go, now.
Sylar: No, not without you.
Peter: Claire, wait! You just missed –
Claire: Shut up! Now! Go!
(Sylar hesitates. Peter closes his eyes in resignation.)
Peter: Do it!
(Sylar runs off.)
Tracy: Get her!
(Flint raises a hand and sends a blast of blue flame at Claire's gun. She cries out as it rapidly heats up, dropping it to the ground.)
Peter: Wait, what?! What are you doing?!
(Tracy and Flint grab Claire, who is struggling to fight them off.)
Peter: Stop it! In the name of goodness, stop! Don't you see? She wasn't going to harm me, she just...she just...(finally understanding) she loves him.
Claire: (emotionally) Peter, I'm so sorry!
Tracy: Take her back to Pinehearst! We'll have to torture her until she tells us where Sylar went.
(They drag her off.)
Peter: No, don't hurt her! Please, don't hurt her! Claire!!!!
(He runs after them.)
A/N: There's another little hint about who "Dorothy" is in this chapter. It won't be too surprising when you consider who she travels with.