Alright, here we are again it seems. Looking at the road that lies ahead of me, I see this fic perhaps going to be about fifty sixty chapters. Which I don't mind, if you don't. Umm, I'm still deciding on whether or not I want to do 3rd season as well, haven't decided yet but we'll see. First things first, getting through this one. Anyway this one includes the general discomfort of the folling persons: Maya, Sylar, Zaya, Tehya, Matt, Mohinder, and Molly. So basically everyone except Peter. Yes, I said Peter. Anyway, as always I hope that you enjoy and read and review!

How to describe his hands? They were like the hands of perhaps Leonardo, Michaelangelo, Botticelli, as they touched her skin. They were the hands of an artist, full of intent, but rather than paint, Sylar chose to do something entirely different. She watched as his fingers found the edge of her shirt. He lifted it away, careful to let his knuckles brush against the exposed skin as he rose higher. She felt goosebumps rise in reaction and shuddered slightly beneath him. She heard his familiar dark chuckle in response and lifted the shirt over her head. He then moved away letting his fingers pull at the button of her jeans. He let his thumb purposely brush against the skin on her hips. She exhaled, trying to not to show how interested she was becoming, but he paused and then looked up at her. His predatorial eyes saw plainly how much she wanted him. She watched his delicious full lips curl into a smirk before he returned to his task. He pulled down the jeans and she wriggled to help him. Then he sat back onto his knees to look at her.

"What?"

"I want to watch you take off the rest yourself. Do it."

Normally, she would have struggled, put up a fight but instead she found herself reaching for the tiny catches to her bra. She gently pulled it away, shrugging the straps down her shoulders. She didn't look at Sylar, was suddenly wary of him, as if she were his prey. She got onto her knees and then let her thumbs get beneath the fabric of her underwear. She pulled it down and laid back down kicking the garment away with her feet.

"Look at me, Tehya."

She looked up at him, watched him move on hands and knees towards her. The muscles in his back and arms seemed to glide beneath his skin as he moved toward her. She briefly wondered how life as a watchmaker had allowed for him to have the physique he did. She reached up fingers to touch but he instead caught the digits with his own and pulled them to his lips. She felt her stomach clench at the idea alone, of having his mouth work her fingers. His tongue moved over them slowly and she felt herself get wet immediately. She couldn't stop the groan that escaped her. He sucked gently, letting his tongue move between her now every sensitive fingers. When he was finished, when she thought she'd come undone simply from his mouth on her fingers he stopped. He released her fingers gently, letting his teeth skim along her flesh. She moaned again, and he smirked in response.

"You don't touch Tehya, I do. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Because if you do, I'll stop. Do you want me to stop?"

"God, no."

He leaned in and let his teeth nip the sensitive skin of her ear. His tongue curled around the curve of her ear and then pressed his lips to the skin just beneath it. The bones in her body seemed to liquefy and she grabbed at his hips to steady herself.

"Now Tehya, you disobeyed me. Now you have to..."

"What? Please, don't stop."

"Wake up."

And she did with a sudden jerk. She'd dozed off on the bed, she wasn't sure for how long. She let her fingers massage her forehead as she recalled the dream. There was no doubt what kind of dream that was. Goosebumps were still on her skin as she recalled how it had been progressing.

"Oh, no, you are so not going slut for this guy. He's Sylar for Chrissakes!"

Tehya tugged at her hair trying to will sense into her fuddled mind. It didn't work but it at least woke her up more. She decided the best thing to do would be to take a shower. Just wash away everything involving that dream, grab her things and get back on the road. She pulled away clothes and let them fall as she got into the bathroom. She hopped a bit as she managed to get out of the pants and then threw them onto the sink. She couldn't help it as another shiver coursed through her body. That dream had been hot, he was hot and worse still she was worried about him.

"Sonovabitch!"

. .. . . . ..

He pressed the icepack closer to his burning knuckles. He pressed it down harder to make them hurt, to keep him from getting up and decking Matt across the face again. And again. And again. He couldn't help it, because he felt as if he had to hit the bastard.

Matt had known! He'd known how terrified she was and still he had let her look for his father. It didn't matter where the hell Matt's father was, you didn't force kids to do things like that. Wasn't that what they were fighting the Company for, for the right to be free?

He sighed. He had never had this much anger before, never felt rage nagging at his senses this way. He didn't know when it happened that he got to be so bitter and melancholy. It just seemed as if nothing went the way it should. Tehya was missing, his brother was a murderer, Claire had a new boyfriend and now...now Molly was in a coma, some sort of psychic coma that was possibly lethal.

"Are you alright?"

Zaya turned to Mohinder. Looking at the man he realized he was angry with him too. It wasn't the rage that he felt when he saw Matt, it was almost as if it was on slowburn, a steady unwavering hatred.

"Do I look alright? Why'd you let 'im do it? What was she too goddamn happy?!"

"Zaya, you know that's not true."

"Yeah? As far as I know Matt forced a ten year old girl to face her worst fear and you didn't do a damn thing!"

"You're right...you're right...but fighting like this, what will it solve?"

"You don't understand, you're not like the rest of us. You're normal. We're numbered Mohinder, gettin' picked off one by one and now we're puttin' each other in comas!"

Zaya threw the icepack at the wall knocking over one of Matt's paintings.

"She's got us! She's got us watchin' her! Why should she have to hurt at all?! Why! I've been runnin' my whole life, can't use my name, can't use my age, can't make friends, and I came back here to change that! What Matt did, that's goin' freakin' backwards! And he doesn't even know how to fix it! What if-what if..."

Zaya couldn't even voice the thought. The idea that he had been talking to Molly only hours ago and would never speak again was too much. He closed his mouth and went back into Molly's room. He kept his wallet on her dresser. He looked at her, looked at Matt leaning over her. Matt glanced up at him but he gave him the coldest gaze he could manage. He didn't care if she did wake up, he'd never forgive Matt. He snatched the wallet from the dresser, went back into the living room, grabbed his coat.

"Where are you going?"

"Does it honestly matter?"

Mohinder opened his mouth as if to say something but closed it and nodded slightly.

"That's what I figured," Zaya muttered as he left once again.

. . .. . . . . .

Peter didn't know anything about his past. He'd at first thought that it was something to be explored, quickly identified, but the more time that he spent in Cork with Caitlin, the less it seemed to matter. She had taken care of him, helped to squabble through the idea of not knowing and simply existing in the present. As he held her in his arms he could easily forget about the box, the box that possibly held horrible memories of a past he could stand to forget.

He pressed his lips against Caitlin's in an eager kiss and she laughed gently, as they both leaned against the bar.

"I could get used t' this," Peter said kissing her cheek.

"Right," she said half-jokingly," a guy that can throw a thousand volts outta either 'and settlin' for everyday in a pub en Cork? I'm not sure et suits you."

Peter had thought that himself but only briefly. After he had helped her brother it seemed all too easy to make a place for himself at the pub. He wasn't normal but was there something wrong with wanting it? Besides, when he used his abilities it was as if there was a tap, more powers that were close to the surface. They'd already seen his strength, the telekinesis, the lightning, the healing and he himself had experienced mind reading but what if there were more dangerous ones?

"Why not?"

"Peter just because y'don't remember your past it doesn't mean yeh don't 'ave one."

He pulled away and sat in the stool across from her. It seemed as if they were going to hash it out either way.

"Aren't yeh curious about who you are and where yeh come from?"

"You've seen what I can do...there's a side of me that I can't control. Maybe it's best if I don't dig too deep."

"I know the kinda man you are, even ef you don't. There's only good en yeh and I bet whatever's in that box will tell yeh the same thing."

Peter glanced at the small box sitting nonchalantly behind the bar, as if it didn't hold the secrets of his past.

"Weren't you the one who didn't want me t' look in the box?"

"I only said that cause yeh hadn't kissed me yet."

He lifted her up easily, kissing her again. Obviously the conversation would turn to other things.

"And now that you have, you're done with me," he said playfully. He let his lips find a spot on her neck and her breath hitched in response.

"Gettin' there," she breathed as her fingers wound around his neck, "after all...a pretty boy like you, bound to have friends, a girlfriend."

At the thought, Peter paused slowly mulling the idea over, before placing another chaste kiss on Caitlin's neck.

"Let 'em look," he said finally escorting them to the backroom.

. .. . . . . . . .

Sylar knew that he was attractive, as Gabriel he hadn't been certain, but now he knew. He wasn't sure what particular feature drew women in, wasn't even sure if it wasn't something that they saw inside of him, but he knew how to use it. Looking at Maya, he knew that he was going to have to seduce her. He had to gain his ability back before he could acquire hers, it was that simple. It also meant that they would have to stay close to one another from here to New York. To push past his initial disgust of taking someone so easily he thought of her as a stepping stone, first her, then her ability, then perhaps other abilities and then lastly Tehya. Well, she wouldn't be his last mission but easily the most important. He smiled to himself. Perhaps, in the most deranged and twisted way imaginable, he loved her. Why else would he keep her instead of killing her? Perhaps love made him want to keep her blood and brains inside her delicious body.

"Your ability is a fascinating...a gift," he began.

"What I do is terrible," Maya sighed as she gripped the steering wheel. "I have taken many lives and I can't control it."

"I was like you. I could do things, amazing things."

"You? Like what?"

He was actually telling the truth but from the doubtful look she gave him he could tell she didn't believe him. It pissed him off that a long time ago he wouldn't have had to waste his time playing games with her. Months before, he could have simply taken her head off and taken what he needed, without having to travel with her and her brother for days on end.

"I could move objects with my mind. I could...hear a pin drop from miles away, but then it all just went away. That's why I need to see Dr. Suresh, t' get them back." He also wanted to get back all his other abilities if he could. He could always start from scratch, he supposed, but he had so enjoyed the other abilities too.

"You want to be different?"

"I want to be special, unique. An ability doesn't have to be a burden, Maya."

She didn't understand. She was too wrapped up in what her ability had done, not what she could do. She was afraid of herself, something that made him a little sick. With all that delicious power quite literally inside of her how could she be so ungrateful? He thought of Tehya, craving her ability, wanting it back. That made sense, this awkward behavior, the idea that it was some sort of disease, disgusted him. Truly, some people didn't deserve their gifts, maybe that's why God put him on the earth. To get rid of the ones, that generally pissed him off, or were discontent with their abilities or were Maya and managed to do both simultaneously.

He touched her hair softly with his fingers, brushing it away from her face,"It can be wonderful." He withdrew his hand when her brother finally woke up. She smiled at him secretively and he smiled back in approval.