I Can Fix You
A/N: I don't own Heroes. Anyone or anything you don't recognize belongs to me.
Summery: Set during An Invisible Thread. What would have happened if they used Claire's blood to revive her biological father? Then what would become of Sylar's body after sedating him?
Peter held tightly onto Sylar's hand as Sylar was forced to revert to his true form, a result of trying to absorb the President's DNA, who was actually Peter. Peter then jabbed the needle into Sylar's jugular and pumped the drug into his system.
"Bet you didn't think I took that from you," Peter comments, slumping back in the seat, watching Sylar fall to his side, unconscious. Peter looked at him, feeling disgusted with himself for ever having considered Sylar as an ally, even a friend, had they not found out that the elder Petrellis played Sylar as a fool and told him they were his true parents.
The door to the limo opened and Claire poked her head in. "You got him," she says, eyes on the slumped figure before them.
"Yeah," Peter says, stepping out of the limo, dragging Sylar's body with him. "There's Noah, we need to hurry; we don't know how long it'll take for Sylar's healing ability to metabolize the drug."
Noah is on his cell phone, talking in hushed tones. As he sees Peter and Claire approaching with Sylar, he hangs up and meets the other half way. "Peter, do you still have the needle?"
"Yeah," Peter says, motioning his free hand.
"We're going to need Claire's blood."
"What happened? Why would we need my blood?" Claire asks, her short stature slightly struggling under Sylar's weight.
"It's Nathan," Noah says, his expression grave. "He's dead. If we hurry, we might be able to bring him back."
Claire is becoming choked up, and Peter asks, "So what do we do with Sylar?"
"Your mother wants you two to bring him up to the suite; she hadn't said anything else as to what to do with him. I am going back to Building 26, we are going to need one of those inhibitors." Noah reaches over to Claire for a brief hug and kisses the top of her head. "Just remember, as soon as you get to the suite, inject Nathan with your blood, until he comes back. It worked before, it will work again."
Claire wipes away tears and nods. "I'll be gone no more than fifteen minutes, I promise," Noah says, and they part ways. Claire and Peter drag Sylar to the staff elevator of the hotel and goes to the penthouse floor. Reaching the floor, they continue on their way to the suite. The doors were still open, and looking in, Claire and Peter see Angela kneeling beside Nathan's body, shoulders visibly shaking with Matt Parkman standing beside her, looking grim.
"Mom!" Peter cries out, not quite gently laying Sylar's body on a nearby couch. Angela looks up at Peter, eyes red and with Nathan's blood on her hands and down the front of her jacket. Then she sees the needle in her youngest son's hand, looks over at Claire and then back at Peter.
"Can it be done?" She asks, instantly knowing the needle's purpose.
Claire nods, "It's worked before."
Angela nods, and she and Matt move to make way for Peter and Claire. As Claire removed her sweater, Peter unzips Nathans jacket to reveal his blood soaked shirt, his neck having been slit by Sylar. Grabbing a broken shard of glass, Peter cuts the shirt open to expose Nathan's chest. Turning to Claire, he sees that the needle is already filled with her blood. Taking the needle, Peter positions it over Nathan's heart and jams it into his chest, pumping Claire's blood into his brother. Nothing happened.
"Why isn't it working?" Matt asks.
"Maybe it's because Nathan's dead," Claire says, allowing Peter to draw more blood from her arm. "Dad said the Company used nearly a pint of my blood to bring him back, after Mohinder shot him." As Claire spoke, Noah walks in, carrying with him several small gas tanks containing the neural tranquilizers and the inhibitor devises used to contain special people. As Peter repeats the action, Noah hooks the inhibitor to Sylar.
It takes the third injection to fruit any results. Nathan's neck wound stitches back together and his eyes shoot open, gasping for breath that had momentarily left his lungs. Nathan sits upright, feeling his neck. "Ma?" Nathan questions, looking at his mother.
"Oh, Nathan!" Angela cries, hugging her son. After a moment, Nathan sees Sylar, still unconscious.
"What's he still doing here?" Nathan demands.
"That's what I'm wondering, also," Noah comments.
Angela looks over at Matt. Matt looks back, questioning in is his gaze. Then his eyes widens with comprehension. "No!" Matt declares. "Do you have any idea how insane that is?"
"Mom," Peter says, slowly, "what are you planning?"
"Angela wants me to brainwash Sylar back to his old life," Matt says.
The others look at Angela, with looks of confusion and disgust on their faces.
"Angela," Noah starts, "do you have any idea how dangerous that is? Sylar's a killer; we have to put him down while we have the upper hand. We have to take him to Coyote Sands."
She looks at Noah, her chin up. "Sylar's a survivor. Do you really believe we can keep him sedated for the six hour drive? Every time we try to eliminate Sylar, he retaliates ten-fold. Are you willing to sacrifice hundreds of innocent lives trying to stop Sylar? From the start, we're just as much to blame for the person he became. You know that, Noah."
"Sylar was already a killer when we found him."
"Yes, he was. And if we had not come into his life, he would have been in his little shop, hanging from a noose he'd made. Dead. Wrought with guilt and grief," Angela says. "But then Miss Elle Bishop became too emotionally involved with Sylar. Isn't that right, Noah?"
"Wait," Claire interjects. "Elle was involved with him?"
Angela answers before Noah could, "Yes, but we weren't finding out how his ability worked. That was what the objective was. So we had to sacrifice a life."
"We didn't make him kill Mr. Zeitlan," Noah declares defensively. "He made that choice on his own."
"Of course he did. We just manipulated his need for approval to fit our curiosity. We took an already disturbed young man….and broke him. Why do you think he's been so intent on destroying our lives?" Angela asks, a tired look overtaking her face.
"Because the Company destroyed his," Nathan finishes. "What exactly do you plan to do, Ma?"
"Mr. Parkman will erase all memories of him being Sylar, memories of his murders, and all his powers. He'll just be….Gabriel Gray."
"So we erase his memories and just dump him?" Peter asks.
"No. We must stay with him. We'll take him to Walter Reed, make up a back story to explain why he can't remember the last two years."
"What if his abilities crop up?" Matt inquires.
"He has the ability to know when someone's lying," Claire says. "There is no way he'll go a day without hearing someone telling a lie."
Angela, exhausted but still full of confidence, replies, "He will have no awareness of his abilities, that part of the brain will remain inactive, but they will eventually crop up, and so will his memories."
Noah nearly explodes, "Then what is the purpose of keeping him alive now?"
"Because we'll still be at his side. Yes, he will regain his memories. But, we must help him get through this. In the past, I told him I had a vision of him as a hero. It was true, and I still see it now. I saw the vision on the drive here," Angela looks over Nathan, Matt standing behind him. "It is part of the vision I thought was portraying Matt saving Nathan. This right here is what I saw."
"But he killed Nathan, Mom!" Peter says, still trying to comprehend what his mother is saying.
"Yes, but I've made a lot of mistakes in the past, Sylar being one of them. I need to make amends with what I've done. I am not going to force you to help me through this, but I believe it is the right thing to do. Sylar has the potential to become a great man. If there was anything you could do to help someone, anything, wouldn't you do it?"
"Ah, jeez, Ma!" Nathan exclaims, burying his face in his hands. "Alright, alright, I'm in. But only to keep an eye you, I can probably pull some strings to get Sylar into Walter Reed."
Angela smiles a small, but confident, smile. She looks expectantly at the others, and slowly, but reluctantly, they agree. "Only to make sure you don't go over your head with this plan," Noah says. "I still don't agree with this."
"Of course you don't, Noah," Angela says, getting to her feet. "Now, we must hurry, there's not a lot of time left."
Matt goes over to the couch Sylar is on and picks him up. After Claire finds a clean shirt for Nathan to wear, they move out of the suite and down to Noah's SUV in the basement garage. They make it to the military hospital in record time. Nathan used his political connections to get the group in, and Matt used his ability to make the hospital workers oblivious to Sylar's inhibitor and the blood on Angela.
"Alright, Matt," Angela says, once they were alone in the hospital room. "Just repeat what I told you in the care."
Matt nods, but is still reluctant. Leaning over Sylar, Matt begins, "You are no longer Sylar. Sylar doesn't exist. Sylar is just the brand of a watch you used to own. You are Gabriel Gray. A watchmaker, you are good at what you do. You are a son, friend. You are a good person. You will have no memory of the people you murdered, or the abilities you have. You're just a normal person."
Matt finishes, and looks over at Angela. "Did you remember to leave the memories of Elle, and alter the way they met?" Angela asks.
Matt nods, "Yeah, and I remembered to leave a ghost of a memory of all of us, just like you asked."
Just then, Sylar begins to stir. He moans and his eyes slowly open. Without getting up, he slowly observes his surrounding, taking in everyone in the room. His gaze eventually lands on Angela, "I….know you, don't I?"
A/N: Love it? Hate it? I am an obsessive fan of anything Sylar/Zachary Quinto, so I apologize for not getting the other characters 'in character'. And this is another version of matt putting the Parkman-whammy on Sylar. I hope you'll stick with me long enough elaborate the implanted memories sylar has.