Heroes: The Nightstalkers

by SongOfStars

After another battle of powers with Peter, Sylar vows to kill the medic once & for all. But he had been thrown so far ahead in time & left with no way to get back. When he finds Claire, he realizes just how dire his predicament is. She no longer remembers him. Can his beloved cheerleader crack that stone he has for a heart? Can he find a way back before the world falls apart?

31. Chapter 31

(31) The Vision

Noah was hauled to his feet & dragged along the sand. He hoped his father had not only gotten the message, but also understood it. He was nowhere near Damascus but that was the last place he had seen Jason before they were separated.

"What's so special about Damascus, boy?" Noah's abductor taunted. Noah just glared silently at him. The guard slapped him across the face, but it didn't even leave a red mark. He muttered something under breath as he threw his prize into the back of the truck.

The vehicle bounced along over an unseen road. Looking out through the slats, Noah could see the ruins of Masada rising in the distance as they passed the Dead Sea. Israel was so close, yet so far, but he didn't even want to go home right now. He wished he was back in Damascus with Jason.

The last time Noah had laid eyes on Jason, someone had grabbed him & carried him away while another had wrenched Jason around & stabbed him. Noah knew that Jason had mere moments to live. His only hope was that his father had gotten the message. He sat back against the side of the covered transport, turning his gaze away from the sparkling water. It had been a long time since then & he had no way of knowing what was happening. He closed his eyes & focused on the face of the one who had most likely killed Jason. Noah would not forget it. If he ever saw that person again, he would kill him!

Noah was quite literally tossed out of his dark thoughts as the truck abruptly bounced & rolled over, casting him out. He landed hard in the sand & rolled around, trying to right himself. The sand was swirling into a storm. He saw the driver had gone through the windshield & was speared onto a large shard of glass. Dead. He got up & ran to the broken glass. Glancing up, he could just barely catch sight of two people in the air before the sand swept over him. Noah turned around & put his tied wrists to the glass to try cutting through his binds while keeping his eyes closed against the dust.

It took several minutes as he had to do everything by feel. He could not turn his head like an owl to see behind him & even if that had been possible, the dunes that Sylar & Peter were pulling together into the air made it impossible to see anyway. Noah kept his head down & turned away from the winds as best possible, trying to breathe in shallow gasps. Suddenly, there was a snap & at last, he was free.

Noah pulled off his shirt & covered his head so he could breathe more easily. The sound of the winds soon died down & he slowly dared to peek out. The air was clear. He pulled his shirt down from his face & looked ahead at the giant ball of dust his father & great uncle had swept across the lands & now gathering around the invasion. He wondered for a moment if they had ever managed to get to Damascus before turning back to the dead body of the driver. He threw that aside & then began pulling out the smashed windows.

The truck had almost rolled onto its side but was being held up by a boulder. Noah climbed up & pushed the vehicle back onto its wheels. It bounced a little, but stayed upright. It was damaged. All windows were shattered & it had a lot of dents. Two doors were off & the roof was caved in. But it still ran when the key was turned. He eased it back onto the road but in the opposite direction from where they had been driving towards, now heading back to Damascus.

It was late evening when he neared the old city. By now, Noah was on a small brown & white Arabian horse he had found wandering lost & alone in the chaos left behind by Sylar & Peter. The truck had given up a while ago. The horse was easily caught since it seemed happy to find a human again. There was a rifle tied among the saddle bags as well as a canteen of water which Noah half finished, then shared the rest with the horse.

"Come on," Noah pulled the reins over the horse's head & climbed into the saddle. "You can get me to Damascus. It's just over that hill." He kicked it into an easy canter.

As the horse crested the ridge, the sight of the destroyed city came into view under a red sunset. Noah pulled the reins to stop the animal from plunging down the hill into the road. He didn't want to be seen right now. He took out the rifle & put the strap over his shoulder before turning the horse's head aside to keep off the main by-way leading through the heart of the city.

There were several groups of people heading out on the road, most on foot. Though they appeared to be civilian, Noah did not dare approach them. He kept his animal in the shadows & tried to pass by as quietly as possible.

Upon entering, he saw piles of dead terrorists, several of them bearing the traditional signature cut of Gabriel Gray across their foreheads. Noah gasped slightly at the sight, partly in shock at seeing the effects of that horrid attack first hand, but mostly in the hope that it meant Jason had been found. Dead or alive though was the bigger question now.

"You see that, Nava?" Noah leaned forward to whisper to his horse. He wasn't sure if it was the horse's name or not, but it was all he had at the moment. It was written on the saddle & could be for the mare he was on or for her previous owner. It was a Hebrew word that meant 'lovely'. "My Dad makes that cut! He was here."

He slipped off to the ground & pulled Nava forward to a heap of bodies. He slowly crouched down next to yet another of Sylar's victims, forcing himself to look at the damage. It was very different to see it in real life as compared to pictures. "Dad used to do this for fun," Noah told Nava in a small voice. "It's a power that got screwed up inside him. Made him do this. He could not control it, at first." He stood up & backed away. "Dad's not like that any more. He was able to learn how to control it. This?" He couldn't help but blink back a tear or two as he glanced at a few others with the famous slash. "This is just war. He didn't randomly murder them for abilities." He pulled himself up into the saddle again, hoping all this fighting wouldn't set his father back. "Get on," Noah gave the horse's flank a soft kick to get her moving. "I hope he has Jason."

Heading down the road, he nearly drove Nava into a group of soldiers putting more of the dead on the side of the road out of the way. Noah almost panicked which made Nava rear up & squeal. Someone grabbed her bridle & pulled her back onto all four hooves.

"Easy," the soldier said, stroking Nava's neck as he looked up at Noah. "Where are you off to?"

Noah glanced at the uniform. American. Well now, this was awkward. He knew he should just talk to him but Americans also didn't exactly like his father for obvious reasons. "I'm, uh, looking for someone."

"This area is closed off," said the soldier. "After Peter Petrelli & ... um, well ... "

"Sylar," Noah helped the poor man out. "I know. I recognize that cut on these bodies. The mark of Gabriel Gray seen all over the States many years ago."

"Mhm," the soldier grumbled. "Very dark times then, just like now."

"Where is he?" Noah finally got over himself & asked.

"Back in Jerusalem," the soldier answered. "Hang on, he's not the guy you're looking for, is he?"

Noah sighed heavily. "Dude, it's me. Noah Gray?"

They stared at each other for a long, long, LONG, moment. The soldier finally spoke. "I ... see."

"Dad came here to rescue someone," Noah pressed on. "Do you know anything about Jason Gatineau?"

"No, sorry," the soldier shook his head. "Those two apparently snuck into Damascus & freed everyone, but no one actually saw them. Then they found out the cease fire was broken so they came back & took the town by literal storm. They freed it from the siege & then went right back to Jerusalem. We had assumed they were here for you since that's what you said on television."

"I was nowhere near here by the time," said Noah. "But Jason was still here as far as I knew. He can die so I wanted my Dad to try getting him out. But I don't know what happened after that."

"Well, they liberated the town in a matter of minutes," the soldier began. "Then went back to Israel & ended the entire war."

"ENDED it?" Noah exclaimed.

"Yeah, it's over," the soldier nodded. "We'll be heading back home in a day or two. There's a few stragglers those two missed, so we are rooting them out in the meantime & then the Canadian Division will stay behind to finish cleaning up. They usually do."

Noah rubbed his brow for a moment before realizing the irony of where his finger was touching. He lowered his hand to the pommel of the saddle. The war was over? He looked around as he heard another soldier. "Found another one," the second soldier tossed a body out in front of him. "Sylar again. Are you sure he isn't here, any more?"

"Latest report says he is back in Jerusalem with Peter & the Prime Minister of Israel," said the first one. "We'll be fine so long as we lie low until we get out of here."

Noah pulled back on the reins to make Nava walk backwards away from the Americans. They were still scared of his father. He turned the horse around & trotted away, ignoring calls of his name. He had wanted to ask for a phone to call his father, but doubted anyone outside of Israel would want their number showing up on the phone of the world's greatest killer, so he didn't bother.

He headed down another road that was currently abandoned. Twisted balls of barbed wire the size of small houses lay scattered across & it was hard to navigate through them. More than once, he had to retreat & try another route.

Eventually, Noah ended up at the place he & Jason had last seen each other. Nava trotted into the courtyard at the back & stopped in front of a stream of water running from a tap left on to drink. Noah slipped off & looked around. He saw a slightly filled trench to one side & went to check it. He found parts of bodies poking through the disturbed earth. But the dirt had already been shoved aside as if someone had dug around already. Noah stared at the opened grave for a long moment before falling to his knees at its edge.

It hit him like a ton of bricks. Jason had to have been in this mess which could only mean one thing. Jason was dead. Noah put his face in his hands & sunk into a very dark hole of his own. His father had been too late. Since when did Sylar ever fail? Noah knew some day he would have outlived Jason, but did not expect that day to be now. He stayed still in the same spot, oblivious to his surroundings.

A bullet grazing across the back of his neck barely brought Noah back. He shoved both hands through his hair before standing up. As he turned towards Nava, another shot hit him square in the chest, causing him to stumble backwards. He slipped down the side of the opened grave, landing on his shoulder. The rifle he was carrying went off, scaring the horse.

As Nava bucked sideways, Noah pulled the rifle's strap over his head & lifted it up. Using the small scope, he focused in the direction from where the gunfire had come from. He saw someone disappear from a window. Noah climbed out of the hole & grabbed Nava by a stirrup as she ran by. The horse spun around to shove her muzzle into him.

Once she stood quiet again, Noah moved to a pile of rubble & hid behind it. He watched the door through a crack, waiting. A grenade went off in front of him, blasting away the bits of rock & cement & exposing his position. Noah swore under breath as he slightly stood up to move away but the door opened & the two of them were suddenly face to face with each other.

"I thought I missed," said the intruder. "But I never miss." He moved closer. "You can't die, can you?"

"You can," Noah said, lifting his rifle. "I recognize your face. You stabbed Jason. Killed him & now, I'm going to kill you!"

"I don't think you have it in you, son of Sylar," the man droned.

"Try me!" Noah aimed for the man's head & pulled the trigger. It backfired, knocking him down.

"Never use someone else's gun without testing it first," the man laughed.

Noah sat there on the ground for a moment, stunned. He had never been thrown over by a gun before but worse, he had actually pulled that trigger! If it weren't for the defect, he would have made his first kill just now. Was this how his father felt before killing someone? A certain sordid thrill, a guilty pleasure of some justice righting an injustice? Noah slowly stood up. "You got lucky."

"I honestly didn't think you had it in you," the man shrugged. "But there's nothing you can do n—"

Noah had jumped forward, driving a small dagger into the man's heart. "Never put your trust into just one weapon!" He snarled as they both slowly went down. "That's for Jason!" He pulled his blade out & watched his lover's killer keel over & die. He leaned over & wiped the blood off the blade on the man's shirt before sliding the dagger back into its sheath by his belt. He stood straight & looked up for Nava but his eyes met Sylar's eyes looking right back at him. "... D ... Dad ... what ... ?"

Sylar looked long at hard at his son standing over his first kill. Was it still considered war or was it a murder, now? "Noah," Sylar finally breathed. "Jason's not dead!" Noah froze. He glanced down at the body by his feet then back up at his father. Both were still deciding if this was a murder or another statistic of war. Nava came over & began nibbling at Noah's arm. Noah looked at the opened mass grave near him as Sylar came closer. "Peter ripped it up. Jason was in it, almost dead. We think the soil covered his wounds enough to slow the bleeding. Peter used some of his own blood, like what you once did. Jason is home, Noah," Sylar put a hand on his son's shoulder. "Alright? He's back in Israel. He's ok."

Noah was shaking by now. "You ... found h ... " He put up both hands. He realized suddenly, he had not only just killed someone for the first time, but also his father had seen the whole thing.

"Ahh, Noah," Sylar sighed softly, pulling his son into his arms. "Welcome to the club." Noah burst into tears against the thick black velvet crushed against his cheek. "It's alright," Sylar whispered. "We're still processing the war victims. Let's just leave it at that, ok?"

"J-Jason is ... a-alive?"

"He's fine."

"Dad ... I ..."

"You just killed someone," Sylar finished for him. "I know." He held Noah away a bit. "My first time, I tried to hang myself after. Some days I wish it had worked. But what I did was cold-blooded murder. This guy? He probably would have been executed for war crimes, anyway. You know what people like him are capable of."

"Yeah, but ... " Noah wiped away a few tears. He looked down at his kill. "What now?"

Sylar pushed Noah aside, pulling the black shawl over his head as he moved forward, then raised a finger. A deep red split was drawn across the forehead. The scalp flipped back & the brain slipped out. Sylar had gone all the way with it this time. Pulling the covering down back to his shoulders, he turned back to Noah. "Now everyone will think I did it."

"But we know it was me."

"Yes & that's ok," Sylar took hold of one of Noah's hands. "We can talk about it later, if you want. For now, let's go home."

With his free hand, Noah petted Nava's nose as he silently nodded. In an instant, Sylar, Noah & Nava were suddenly standing on the familiar beach of their home outside of Haifa. Sylar cast a slightly surprised look at the horse who seemed rather astonished to suddenly be by the ocean, before pulling Noah to his side. Both headed for the house.

"How did you find me?"

"Peter & I were both out looking for you," Sylar began. "The Americans called the Prime Minister to let us know you were seen in Damascus on a red horse. I knew you were back there looking for Jason." He paused on the front porch. "I teleported to the center of the city & followed horse tracks everywhere until I found you."

"I bet the Americans were pleased to see you," Noah finally managed a laugh.

"Oh, they loved it," Sylar burst out laughing for a moment.

When he shut up, Noah asked, "So does this mean you are going back to America?"

"No," Sylar answered. "The war may be won but it will only remain over so long as I am here. I can't ever leave Israel. Not for a while at least. Say maybe, five thousand years?"

Noah hesitated before saying, "So what happens now?"

Sylar looked his son over, somehow at last realizing he was no longer dealing with a child. Back in the day, that would have made him dangerous to an adult near him. Noah was grown up. "I think ultimately, it's upto you," he began slowly. "But I do know that someone around here has a birthday coming up in a couple days. I'm thinking of asking that person to let me give him a tour of New York, like how it was supposed to be. Just the two of us."

Noah stared at him. "You still want to do that? Can you?"

"I can teleport," Sylar shrugged. "Being in New York for a couple hours won't hurt Israel. We could leave in a few hours & spend a day there. But only if you want to?"

"I think," Noah sighed. "That would ... be awesome."

"Really?" Sylar was amazed his son would accept. "You want to?"

"If I had left things alone," Noah started. "That's what we would be doing, isn't it?"

"I had everything planned out for it," Sylar said. He looked at the black Wraith parked in the driveway. "Peter told me about that. Nice wheels!"

"Yeah, yeah," Noah rolled his eyes. "I'll give you a ride in it, later."

"You better," Sylar grinned a moment before he took out his phone & messaged Peter: Noah was back home. "First things first," he opened the door & led the way inside. Aviv came up to them, grumbling under breath. "I think there's someone you'd want to see." He picked up the dog as he let Noah go ahead of him into the living room. Peter was there with someone standing next to him.

"Jason!" Noah ran into his arms, kissing him furiously.

Peter left the pair to it & pulled Sylar away into the kitchen. "I almost didn't make it. He was hurt pretty bad & left to die in the grave."

Sylar put the dog onto a chair by the table. "Well, that's one thing put right. Noah has also agreed to let me show him New York for his birthday, like how it was supposed to be."

"Is that wise?" asked Peter.

"We'll go for a day while Israel sleeps," Sylar shrugged, then sent a dark glare at the ex-medic. "But I can't stay. I hope you learned your lesson, now? I am needed here."

Peter scoffed under breath. "Their Messiah."

"You don't have to like it," Sylar snapped. "I'm not the biggest fan of it either, but fact remains, Israel is safe with me here. I'm already in a prison, Peter. I can't leave Israel for at least five thousand years."

"Alright, I know!" Peter retorted. "I got it, already."

"Good!"

They glared at each other, each wishing death on the other. Peter patted Aviv's head. "I guess we're done here. See you in five thousand years."

"Wait," Sylar put a hand up to hold Peter in place.

"Now what?" Peter snarled.

"Like I said," Sylar began. "Noah's birthday is in a couple of days. I think, after everything we've been going through since Hanukkah last year, it would be good for him if you & Claire were here for it. After all, it is his last one since he is converting."

Peter's eyes moved to look across the hall at the pair still clinging to each other, now softly crying in relief on each other's shoulders. Peter softened a little. "It would be good for him."

"Yes, it would," Sylar tensely agreed. "But after that, get the hell out of not only my life, but also Claire's!"

"Claire?" Peter glowered at Sylar.

"You heard me!" Sylar retorted. "I need my future wife alive & healthy in a few millennia to ensure Noah even gets born!"

"Fine!" Peter muttered scathingly through gritted teeth. "No problem!" It was all for Noah. His whole life revolved around keeping the son of Sylar in existence.

"As soon as they separate, take Jason home," Sylar said. "Noah & I have a little father/son trip we desperately need to ourselves."

Peter sighed, watching the pair move to the couch. "Are you still going to ban them for a year?"

"No," Sylar said. "None of that matters. I want things to go back to normal as much as possible. Noah is free to see Jason whenever he wishes. He still has to do double at the base & in school, though. After all, he still did lie on a consent form. But everything else has been dropped."

Peter watched silently as Sylar went across the hall into the living room. Aviv barked at him. "Thanks for ratting me out earlier, you old mutt!" He shot at the dog. Aviv just barked again. Peter went after Sylar into the living with Aviv following.

"Peter, take Jason home," Sylar ordered. "Noah & I need a few hours sleep to sync up with the time zones before we go."

Noah looked up at Peter. "I guess I won't see you again for a long time, right?"

"That moment is coming soon," said Peter. "But your father & I were discussing your birthday in a couple days. We will all be here for that."

"You will?" Noah exclaimed.

Peter nodded as he put a hand on Jason's shoulder. "Right now, I think you & your Dad need some alone time."

Sylar waited for Peter & Jason to leave before finally pulling off the black tallit gadol at last & laying it aside. "Well, it's done," he said. "There's no stopping anyone from insisting I am a Messiah to them, now."

"Great," Noah groaned.

"On the bright side, Peter is pretty upset about it," Sylar managed a smile.

"You two bicker like an old married couple," Noah teased.

Sylar smacked him over the head. "Shut up!"

"Well, you kind of do," Noah laughed.

Sylar rolled his eyes. "Let's take care of that horse out there, then maybe get something to eat before going to bed for a few hours."

"Alright," Noah went to the door. They caught the horse standing under an olive tree near the beach. As there was no barn, Noah just laid the bridle & saddle together in a corner of the front balcony. He found a few apples to feed her before going inside.

Sylar was spreading out the black shawl over a chair to dry after cleaning it. His hands gently gripped the soft fabric as he watched Noah come into the kitchen. "So, how are you?" He got straight to the point.

"What do you mean?" Noah evaded.

"Well, you just killed someone. You tell me."

"I don't know," Noah went to the fridge to get out some left over fish. As he warmed it up, he asked, "Do you think I'll ... end up like you?"

"Did you like it?"

Noah turned away from the stove to gaze in shock at him. "What sort of question is that?"

"I learned to like it," Sylar said. "As I sort of figured out how to download powers like Peter, I still went for the kill, mostly because I was starting to become addicted to the thrill of the chase & the power I would feel from the kill."

"I think, only for a moment, when I thought I was avenging Jason," said Noah. "But mostly, I was rather stunned I would even kill anyone." He shook his head. "No, I don't think I like it."

"That's how I was at first," Sylar said as the sat down.

"I don't want to kill myself over it either," Noah added as he picked up some fish from his own plate. "I don't have any urge to go out & kill anyone else. But then again, I don't have a power to download other powers."

"I was often afraid I would pass it on to you," said Sylar. "I got it from my own father."

"Well, I just got the Regen," Noah shrugged. "Besides, as you said, he was a war criminal anyway. I probably would have ended up killing more if you & Uncle Peter didn't finish the war. Honestly, I'm rather relieved I don't have to worry about going out on the front lines any more." He finished his fish before saying, "No, I don't think I will end up like you."

"Without the ability to pick up other powers," Sylar began. "I think you might turn out ok. Leave the killings to me."

"Sure," Noah managed a laugh in spite of it all. "Let's get to bed for a bit." He picked up Aviv & headed for the stairs.

In the early morning, New York time. Noah found himself once more standing in the Big Apple but this time with his father next to him. They were in the middle of the Kirby Plaza. Sylar moved away from Noah a little, looking at the large fountain with the orange sculpture in it.

"Peter & I had one of our bigger fights here," Sylar said after a moment. "Your mom was over there." He pointed in the direction. "Oddly enough, we were all set on killing Peter that time. He had picked up the nuclear power & wasn't handling it properly. He nearly blew up the whole city. Nathan was still alive at the time. He's the one I got my flight power from. He brought Peter into the sky & let him blow up there instead. Then Hiro showed up & ran me right through with his sword."

"This is where it happened?" Noah stared at the pool.

"Hurt like hell," Sylar nodded. "Fortunately, that was the first time he had tried that & he didn't have any experience killing someone with a sword. He missed all my vital organs. Barely."

"But you have Mom's power," said Noah.

"Not then," Sylar replied. "But due to that incident, I actively sought her out for her power. I'm only alive because I got lucky that time. So I doubled my efforts in trying to finding the undying cheerleader." He put a hand on Noah's shoulder.

The scenery changed. "Where are we?" Noah glanced around.

"Down in Mexico," said Sylar. "This is where I ended up after getting run through with the sword. I met someone here. Remember you substitute teacher you had one year? Maya?"

"She knows you?" Noah gasped. "How?"

"Well, we sort of, you know, got together," Sylar began. "Her & her twin brother were trying to escape into America, so I used them to get home. Her brother became a problem for me. So I might have gotten rid of him." Noah slightly rolled his eyes. "Had to do it the old fashioned way since I had lost all my powers at the time. I kept her busy on the side with a bit of romance, but she eventually found out. She nearly killed me."

"How come she didn't flip out at you at school?"

"Well, that's when a certain Haitian showed up," Sylar said. "He was working for Shlomo the whole time & so he just took Maya's memories of me."

"Oh, that's how you're doing it," Noah said. "How many has he erased for you?"

Sylar was momentarily silenced by that as something tugged at several of his powers at once. "Just her & Dr. Suresh," he finally said, slightly distracted.

"Dad? Are you alright?"

"I'm ... fine, Noah," Sylar said.

Noah tried something else. "You said you had lost all your powers. What happened?"

"I picked up something called Shanti virus which destroys any abilities you might have except Regen. It cures the Shanti virus," Sylar said. "It's another reason why I became desperate to find Claire. Shanti can kill you as well. I had several powers before getting infected. Lost all of them. So all those people died for nothing. One of them I had killed close by the Kirby Plaza back in New York. Ted Sprague. He had nuclear power."

"You still have that one," Noah pointed out.

"I was able to re-acquire some powers by either bothering Peter or finding them in some of the ... " Sylar paused. "Those nightstalkers in the future. They're human. Some other virus showing up. So a few of them had abilities & I was able to find a few I lost as well as some new ones."

"They're human?" Noah gasped. "What happened?"

"I'm not sure, yet," Sylar moved them back to America to Costa Verde where it was much later in the day due to time zones. They were on a beach close to a house. "At least I have time to find out. But when I had the Shanti virus, I was quite vulnerable & everyone wanted to destroy me for obvious reasons. So I came here." He pointed at the house. "That's where Claire was when I finally caught up to her," he said. "Happened right in that house & I've been immortal as a vampire ever since."

"Mom lived there?" asked Noah. "I wonder if she's still there?"

"Not sure," Sylar shrugged. "Which is weird. I ... well, her power wasn't the only thing I was interested in."

"I know," Noah said. "You were a bit of a stalker back then."

Sylar groaned. "She was just fifteen when I copied her power. I was nearly thirty. I kept following her around like a love sick puppy. Yeah. Fine. It was a bit stalkerish."

"Dad," Noah tried to glare at him but ending up laughing a little.

"Nothing actually happened," Sylar defended. "At least not at that time." He moved them to a different area along the shoreline & looked around for a moment. "This place has changed. I think the tide washed it out." He stood in a shallow tide pool. "I've never told anyone about this spot. Elle's ashes used to be here, but I guess they're out in the ocean now."

Noah stood motionless on the rock he was on nearby. The elusive kill spot of Elle Bishop was here? "Was she another girlfriend of yours?"

"More like how it was with your mother in the future," Sylar said. "This is her power." He bounced a ball of electricity between his hands. "Elle was the one who first started showing me how to get powers the way Peter does, by simply absorbing them without killing anyone. Elle's style of teaching is what I've been using in the Kabbalah." He pulled out his wallet & touched the small metallic snap. It turned to gold. "The Midas touch was her father's power. But I killed Bob in the usual way I do for powers. That's when I got that gun that I turned gold."

"You've had it that long?"

"I don't know why I kept it," Sylar said. "It stayed in my apartment back in New York while I got tossed into the future for a bit. When I came back with you, I decided to take it along. It's gold. It could be useful for money." He took Noah by the hand & they were back in New York a moment later. They were standing in an open lot, overgrown with long grass. "I guess they tore it down," Sylar said after a moment. "But this was where I lived. I was here when the Twin Towers went down. Still here when abilities started popping up & when I made my first kill. That's when I got the telekinetic force power." He led the way down the streets. Even after all this time, he still navigated the complex roads & alley ways as if he had done it yesterday. Noah walked into Sylar's back when his father stopped quickly. "It's a gift shop now," Sylar muttered. "But this used to be where the Gray family would fix time pieces. It's where I got this," He held up his wrist to show Noah the Sylar watch. "I was in the process of fixing it when my life went to hell in a hand basket. Now I keep it as a reminder. A scar," He explained.

"That's why you keep that broken thing," Noah finally understood.

"Yep & it's also where I got my killer alias from," Sylar said. "The watch company changed their name soon after I made it infamous. There are only about three thousand watches with Sylar etched in them in existence." Sylar moved them instantly through the city to another spot.

"Ground Zero!" Noah once more looked at the place the Towers had fallen.

"This was one of the places you mentioned you wanted to see," said Sylar. "I was in my apartment when it happened. The whole building shook. Probably the most terrifying day of my life!"

"It's kind of hard to imagine you being scared of anything," Noah said.

"It's hard but not impossible to scare me," Sylar said.

"That school trip I snuck out on came through here," Noah passed a hand over the remembrance plaque. "But I didn't pay much attention to it that day. That's when Jason & I first found out about ... about you."

"I have to admit, in spite of it all," Sylar began. "I was rather relieved you finally found out. Ariel & I had been trying to work out how to tell you but then she got killed & I was stuck facing you alone. That was pretty scary for me."

"Mr. Sylar? What are you doing here?"

Both Sylar & Noah glanced around at the one who had called out to them. "I don't really use that name, anymore," Sylar said. "It's a bit strange seeing you again, Parkman."

"You know each other?" Noah asked.

"We go way back," Matt said, glaring at Sylar. His eyes lowered slightly, taking in the black velvet prayer shawl.

"Matt Parkman," Sylar told Noah. "He has a special kind of telepathy, different from Jessica. Peter has his ability. That telepathy Matt has caused a lot of problems in a huge scandal involving one of your grandfathers, Nathan Petrelli."

"I take it you're Noah Gray?" Matt looked Noah over.

"Yeah," Noah nodded. "Dad's telling me about his alternate life here before Rabbi Gordon fixed him."

"I've heard about you being in Israel," Matt looked back at Sylar. "Yesterday was rather eventful."

"You have no idea," Sylar scoffed.

"Actually, Peter complained about them calling you Messiah."

"Of course, he did," Sylar groaned.

"We're actively trying to avoid that," said Noah. "Dad & I are atheist. But I am converting to Judaism next year. My boyfriend is becoming a Rabbi, so he'll help me convert."

"Except for one tiny little thing," Sylar smirked.

Noah laughed out loud before saying, "Uh, Dad? It's not that little."

Sylar stared at him. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Noah just doubled over in laughter as he said to Matt, "He walked into that one so hard!"

Sylar looked helplessly at Matt. "Circumcision. He has better Regen than I do. So he's going to have a problem when it comes time to convert. Will you shut up?" Noah was still doubled up, sobbing & even Matt managed a laugh. "Kids, these days," Sylar rolled his eyes before grabbing Noah & transporting them both to another area. He tossed Noah aside & when he was only partially composed, Sylar pointed at a place across the street. "Mercy Hospital. This is where Peter had been an ambulance driver & medic. It's also where he crucified me."

"WHAT?" Noah finally snapped out of it.

"Up where the helipads were," Sylar said. "Somewhere. New construction area back then. We had another fight in the unfinished roof & Peter nailed me to a sheet of plywood."

"At the hospital! Wow!"

"Peter & I could never keep our hands off each other," Sylar complained. He suddenly added quickly. "Wait, that didn't ... that ... LET ME REPHRASE THAT!"

But Noah was once more killing himself laughing. He finally gasped for air. "Aww a sexy slash romance on the side!"

"NO!" Sylar shouted, horrified. "Swear to God, if I could kill you, right now!"

"Hey, you said it. Can't keep hands off each other!"

"That's NOT what I meant!" Sylar exclaimed.

"Keep it in the family," Noah went on. "Peter nailed you & you nailed his niece."

"I'm freaking done!" Sylar remarked as he turned & walked away.

"Finally pay you back for all the times you've been bugging me about this," Noah followed him. "I've been waiting & biding my time for years."

"I bet you have," was all Sylar said.

After Noah finally got over himself, Sylar moved them again to other areas. They went around America while Sylar laid out his past life story. Besides Matt Parkman, they encountered a few others that had known Sylar, some of whom had been from the carnival Sylar had once been a part of. All the while, the Aptitude & the Vision abilities kept silently firing off in his head. An idea was waiting to be formed.

When they finally returned to Israel, it was early morning there but both ended up going to bed for several hours. Noah eventually brought Aviv to the beach, while Nava trotted around the yard on the side. Aviv seemed to approve of her & followed Nava everywhere.

While Noah & Aviv were out, Sylar returned to America. He found Luke, who was with Natalia, first & brought them both back to the Gray home where Peter & Jason were already waiting. Next, he went back for Claire & found her in New York with Noah Bennet. Sylar slowly moved closer to them, catching Claire's eye. After a moment, he said, "He's home. So is Jason. They're both fine."

"Good," Claire said.

"Is it all over?" Noah asked.

"Yes & no," Sylar replied. "It is over for now. But if I am taken away again, it will just start up once more. I can not leave Israel for long periods of time."

"What are you doing here, then?" asked Claire.

"It's Noah's last birthday," Sylar began. "Once he converts, he won't celebrate it any more. I think, after everything he's been through since last Hanukkah, Christmas season, it would be good if he had everyone with him for this one day. Peter. Natalia & Luke are already there. But after that, we all need to go our separate ways for a very long time."

"You want us to come over?" Noah asked incredulously.

"Just for today for a few hours," Sylar said. "But then, you will never see your grandson again. I am sorry about that but neither my son or I are even supposed to be here for five thousand years thanks to what Peter did. Claire will be able to see her son again someday, but for her, it will be a very long wait."

"The mere notion of you with my daughter," Noah grumbled.

"We're immortal, Bennet!" Sylar retorted. "Get over yourself."

"Sylar!" Claire admonished. They stared at each other before she corrected herself. "Gabriel. We don't have any gifts."

"You are the gifts," Sylar said. "Besides, grab a plushy. He'll love you."

When Noah returned with Aviv, he found a full house waiting for him. "Mom?" He stared at her before glancing around. "Uncle Luke?" He saw more faces as he looked over the whole group. "What are you all doing here?"

"It's your last birthday," said Peter. "Your Dad thought it would be good if we all took this one day off for you."

"Is it wise to have you & Dad in the same house?" Noah Gray asked. "Last time you came here, you both ripped up Israel pretty bad."

"We're ignoring that for today," Sylar said, punching Peter hard on the shoulder.

"Ow!" Peter rubbed the spot. "But in five thousand years, we will rip each other a new one." He kicked Sylar hard in the shins, making him grunt.

"Let's just get through this day!" Sylar hissed through gritted teeth as he led the way to the table where everyone eventually sat down for lunch.

Despite the obvious animosity between the old rivals, the day went rather well. It was the first & last time they would ever be together. Only four would be reunited some day in the distant future. For now, everyone was there for Noah Gray.

Claire & Noah Bennet had brought a small white reindeer plush. Sylar waited until last before handing his son just an envelope with a card in it. Noah Gray opened it to find a key with a note. His eyes went wide as he read through it before looking up at Sylar in awe.

"I ... didn't have the heart to literally throw it all out," Sylar defended. "Your whole bedroom is all there in a storage container near Haifa. I was going to make you earn every single piece back for the rest of your life but I think you more than earned the whole thing back, already. We can go pick it up tomorrow."

"You kept them?"

"Unfortunately," Sylar muttered. He finally laughed & pulled his son into a hug. "You still have to do all that school work, though. That's on you for lying on your consent form."

"Dad!" Noah Gray gasped, almost unable to believe his whole collection had been safe the entire time. "Thank you!"

"You still need to figure something out," Sylar said. "I doubt those plushies will last five thousand years."

"I know," said Noah Gray. "I'll let it work itself out."

"I hope so," Sylar whispered to Claire & Noah Bennet as he passed their seats. He stood at the bar counter, facing away from the group & pressed a hand to his forehead for a moment.

As the others returned to their plates, Noah Bennet got up & went to Sylar's side. "You do not look well. Is Claire's power not working for you?"

"It's fine," Sylar said. "I'm trying to block out two other powers right now. Focus on them later, after everyone is gone."

"Gabriel, you need to focus on them now," Noah Bennet said. "I can see a few black lines in your eyes. Something is trying to take over."

"Shlomo's Vision power," Sylar said. "Whenever he got a vision, his eyes would turn as black as his skin & shine. It's trying to tell me something & coupled with the Aptitude, it has something big planned." He pressed a hand to his head again, as if rubbing away an ache.

"Gabriel," Noah Bennet saw a few more black lines creep into the whites of Sylar's eyes. "Let it go. Now."

"I'll pass out," Sylar shook his head. "The old Rabbi's Vision power knocks out the user until the Vision is done. I don't know how long any Vision would be & I don't want to miss the only birthday my son will have with his whole family together. I'll hold it off a little bit longer." He slammed his eyes closed for a while before looking at Noah Bennet.

"They're clear, for now."

Both turned to watch the table. Noah Gray & Natalia were laughing at something Luke had said. Claire & Peter were also trying to avoid issues with each other. Jason was the only Jew there since he was with Noah. "To think only four of us will be left standing," Sylar suddenly spoke. "Not even Jason will be here forever." He looked at Noah Bennet. "Regen really is the biggest curse."

"I have often wondered what Claire will be doing a few centuries from now," Noah Bennet said. "Then you show up & say five thousand years."

"I've always thought quite far ahead," Sylar said. "What happens in five thousand years is Peter & I somehow keeping the planet together. But if that works, then there will be another set of five thousand years. Then we will get into the millions. Billions."

"I do know it is eternal," Noah Bennet admitted. "But I can't even begin to think that far ahead. Maybe it is because I won't be there. Probably won't even be remembered. Unless some God comes to raise us up. I don't know much about how that works, though."

"Atheist?"

"I'm not really sure where I stand on that," said Noah Bennet. "Hopeful. I'll go with hopeful. It would mean I would see Claire again & it would mean all those people you killed might have a chance to live again."

"I never thought of that," Sylar said. "Alright. Let's go with hopeful."

They returned to sit at the table with the others. Aviv had wandered outside to find Nava. Noah Gray, Natalia & Jason eventually took the horse to the beach while the others settled on the back porch to a nice view of a setting sun into the Mediterranean Sea. Though all knew the time was coming to permanently say goodbye to a few among the group, no one was in any hurry to bring that up just yet.

Sylar went inside to put on another round of coffee. Noah Bennet, Peter, Luke & Claire all jumped when they heard a crash in the house. Peter was the first one in to find Sylar flat on his back on the kitchen floor, staring up at the ceiling with onyx eyes.

"What's wrong with him?" Luke asked, kneeling on the other side of Sylar, opposite from Peter.

"About time," Noah Bennet said.

"What did you do to him, now?" Luke glared at him.

"It isn't me," Noah Bennet defended. "It's an ability he picked up from another Rabbi. Some sort of Vision power. He's been fighting it off for a while. He'll be fine."

"Let's move him to the couch," Peter stood up & levitated Sylar over. "I can see that ability at work. It tells the user of major events coming up in time."

"Any idea how long he'll be out?" asked Claire.

"No," Peter shook his head. "I think it might be different lengths for different visions."

Noah Bennet looked out the window towards the beach. Natalia was currently on Nava's bare back, riding the horse into the water. "Let's wait a bit," he said. "Maybe he'll come out of it before the kids get back."

"I'm glad Sylar's out in the country," Luke said. "We're illegally in Israel, right now, so he better come out of it soon!"

"I'll keep watch," Noah Bennet went outside to the front.

It was nearly an hour later but Sylar was still out of it. They had alternated between standing near him, waiting for him to wake up & watching the road for anyone coming in that shouldn't know they were there or checking up on Noah Gray, Jason & Natalia playing with Nava on the beach. Peter was just about to suggest someone should go tell them about Sylar when at long last, the retired killer sat up with a loud gasp.

Sylar blinked a few times as his eyesight returned to normal. He looked up at Peter. "How long was I out?"

"About an hour," Peter said. "You alright?"

"I'm fine," Sylar leaned forward a bit. "Shlomo's Vision power. I know what events I have to take care of before the planet explodes." He looked around at the others. "I also know what I have to do now, thanks to the Aptitude. Peter?" Sylar started with him. "Do you have Micah's power?"

"No."

"Go get it," Sylar ordered. "We need it."

"No."

"Peter, we need it."

"It's too dangerous!" Peter disagreed. "We could blow up the planet with a single thought!"

"We won't," Sylar said. "It has nothing to do with that. Go see Micah & get his power."

"What & then hand it over to you? I don't think so!"

Sylar rolled his eyes. "Five thousand years before I can kill you. No, Peter. I don't personally need it. But you do. Now for the last time, GO GET IT! Or I will do it myself & we don't want that, now do we?"

Peter glared at Sylar before disappearing. A few minutes later he returned. "Alright, now what?"

Sylar tossed Peter his phone. "Delete me from everything except the closed files of the Kabbalah."

"What?"

"Erase everything about me that is not of Israel," Sylar said.

Peter held the phone & after a slight hesitation, he erased anything about Gabriel Sylar Gray on the internet apart from the Israeli files. He was tempted to, for among other things, such files also now gave Sylar the title of Messiah, but for now, he cleared out only what he was told to. "It's done. Now what?"

"Now we finish this last day together for my son's sake," said Sylar as he got up & led the way outside.

Noah Gray was returning from the beach, looking for Aviv. "Have you seen Aviv?"

"I think he's sleeping," Sylar pointed at a curled tail sticking out from under an almond tree against the side of the house. Noah Gray groaned as he went to get the dog. "Peter, after everyone has gone home, you need to get back here. There is something we have to do now to be ready for what is to come."

Peter looked Sylar over, feeling with both telepathy & lie detector, but did not sense any hidden agenda. Not yet. Sylar suddenly connected to his mind through the telepathy & dumped the whole plan into him. Peter gasped & stood silent in shock. He was brought back to reality by Sylar's son slowly coming back to them, carrying Aviv in his arms. "Dad?" There was a long moment of silence. "He's cold."

"I knew he didn't have much time left," Sylar said, moving towards the almond tree. With the force power, he pulled away the earth to form a deep hole. "He chose this spot. We should lay him to rest here."

Noah Gray pulled off Aviv's collar & handed it to Claire before following his father to the tree. He gently put Aviv's body into the grave & pushed the dirt back over him. "Didn't expect to end my birthday with this," he sniffled.

"Yeah, he could have picked another day," Sylar said & both managed a short laugh. "You still have Nava?" He looked around as Jason & Natalia rode up, doubled upon the mare's back.

"Yeah, we found each other."

"I'm really sorry about your dog," Claire gave the collar back. "Losing pets is never easy."

"It's about to get a bit worse, Noah," Sylar told his son. "It's almost time for everyone to go home & we won't be seeing Luke, Natalia or your grandfather again. We are not part of their history for five thousand years & we can't risk changing the timeline too much. You could get erased."

Noah Gray blinked back a few tears. "I know."

Once everyone had said their last goodbyes, Peter brought Noah Bennet, Luke & Natalia back to America. Sylar took Claire. He would start with her first. They landed on the beach in Coste Verde, close to the house they had first met in. "I know you don't live here any more," Sylar began. "Had to look you up earlier to find you. But this is where it all started for us." Claire silently watched him, still a bit tense at being stuck alone with him. "My Vision told me what will happen to you & why."

"I don't really want to know," Claire said. "Life is about not knowing."

"That's the whole point," Sylar said. "I often found it weird that you forget even your own name five thousand years from now, but I understand it all now."

"Am I going to lose my power?"

"No," Sylar said. "Like I told our son, we aren't exactly part of your lives for a long time. I made Peter erase me from everything except Israel. I've also cancelled my American citizenship. I'm just an Israeli now."

"You're leaving," Claire said. "You're finally, actually, leaving.

"Yes."

"Gabriel ... "

"Oh now, don't do that," Sylar was nearly about to cry, himself. "Now that this moment is come, neither of us want it, but we have to, for our son's sake."

Claire looked at him. She slowly raised her hands & touched the black velvet of his prayer shawl. Sylar pulled her into a velvety embrace. "I didn't expect this," Claire finally breathed, her face against his chest. "You're right, five thousand years is a long time. How am I supposed to forget about you now, for all that time?"

After a long moment, Sylar said, "Because Peter & I have the Haitian's power, we can help you forget for all that time."

Claire felt her heart stop. She shoved herself away, suddenly understanding. "Gabriel! No. Please, don't erase my memories! I'll just heal, anyway. How can you do that to me?"

"Peter & I are like you," Sylar said. "Immortal. We will watch over you, but until the time comes for us to be reunited, you won't know we are there. For now, it will just be me that is erased. As time goes on, a bit more. When I meet you in the future, you don't remember Peter or anything. We can re-erase you as needed & uh, it isn't just going to be you."

Claire's eyes widened. "Luke? Natalia?"

"Everyone we can that is not Israeli," Sylar said. "Like Micah. I've already had Dr. Suresh & Maya erased due to a situation at Noah's school."

"But they can't heal at all!"

"It's either that or we lose our son," Sylar pointed out. "At least this way, everyone gets to live."

"Oh Sylar!" She was mad at him again. She was always mad at him for something or other. "Why won't Israel be erased?"

"I think I'm going to use that country as a safe haven when the virus that creates those nightstalkers comes out," Sylar said. "Also by now, Israel views me as something other than a Rabbi. Hmm, I might slowly erase that bit."

"The Messiah of the Jews," Claire said. "I know."

"I personally don't accept the title & have never called myself that, just in case," Sylar said. He put his hands on her shoulders & then reached up to touch her hair. "In a few minutes, you will forget this, but when I find you in five thousand years & let you heal, you will remember this moment again." He pulled her into his arms once more & kissed her at last after nearly twenty years of being separate from her, knowing a longer separation was starting now. She didn't resist him & so he held on to her just a little longer. He finally let her go. "I do love you & I am truly sorry for my actions in the past. I will never hurt you again!" He put a hand on her forehead.

Claire blinked a few times, wondering why she had tears on her face. She looked around. Somehow, she was in New York again. But no one was with her. She glanced up & down the street, feeling as if she had been with someone but perhaps she had been daydreaming. She eventually made her way home.

Sylar returned to Israel. Noah & Jason were lying together on the beach. Nava was grazing in the yard. He found Peter sitting on the loveseat swing, waiting. "Is it done?" Sylar asked.

"Luke, Natalia & Noah Bennet no longer remember you," said Peter. "I also got rid of Micah's memory of you."

"I took care of Claire," Sylar said. "We have to watch her though since she heals. For now, she still knows you, but as time goes on, we'll suppress a few more memories as if things are too far back in time to remember."

"The things we do for our kids," Peter looked at the pair on the beach. Jason leaned in to kiss Noah before getting up to run into the waves. "What about Jason?"

"He's Israeli," Sylar said. "We don't touch Israel, especially if they are Kabbalah members. Jason has a power similar to that waitress I let live for Hiro's sake. It's why he can remember the Torah so quickly. He'll make a good Rabbi."

Peter eyed Sylar like a hawk eyeing its meal. "Rabbi," he muttered in a disproving tone.

Sylar understood just fine. "I have my own Kabbalah group. Jason will join soon. Rabbi is just another word for teacher. Doesn't have to be religious. Shlomo granted the title to me when he died."

"I know," Peter sighed, getting up. "That's fine."

"I know what you're trying hard not to whine about," Sylar teased. "I won't claim that other title. Ever." He grabbed Peter's arm & moved them to Jerusalem, into the garden. "They've almost finished repairing the Via Dolorosa. Most of the pieces are the same ones we tore up."

"Good," Peter let his eyes roam over the site. The hill really did look like a skull. The bus stop near by was still in repairs.

"Some people say the Ark of the Covenant that Moses built is inside that hill," said Sylar. "Many years ago, someone said to have found it there in Jeremiah's Grotto where it waits."

"That's impossible!"

"I thought nothing was impossible with that God of yours?" Sylar pointed out.

Peter kept looking around in a circle & slowly raised his eyes up to a small chapel over the Empty Tomb. "Wait, is this ... ?" He went to the door & read the 'He is risen' engraving on it.

"So people say," Sylar shrugged. "That's why the chapel is above this site."

"Will you ever come back?"

"To the Catholic Church? No," Sylar scoffed. "I'm fine as a Rabbinical atheist."

Peter laughed out loud. "That's an oxymoron if I ever heard one."

"It is," Sylar joined him in laughter. He moved them again to a road out in the desert & walked upto a well.

"You're not atheist," Peter said, accepting the cup of water Sylar handed him from the well. "It's something else."

"It is claimed that this is the same well where He met the woman," Sylar said.

"It is?" Peter put a hand on the rim. "See? You act like you believe God exists just fine. You're giving me a private tour of Israel. You're even letting Noah convert. You just don't want to be a part of it."

"If I was a part of it & it happened to be all true, I'm just going to end up in hell for what I did," Sylar said. "So what's the point?"

"You don't know that," said Peter. "Besides," he put a hand to the edge of the tallit gadol & spread it out to look at it better. "You've changed a lot. I don't think you would."

"I guess we'll have to wait & see," Sylar moved them again. Peter looked around at the huge cemetery. "It is said many of the old prophets are buried here, even King David."

"I heard about this place & how big it is," Peter said. "But it is still impressive."

"Shindler's around here somewhere," Sylar began walking through the rows of ancient graves. "In a newer section."

They eventually found it & added rocks to the pile. "There is so much history here," said Peter.

"Yes," Sylar agreed. "Israel has held on to a lot of ancient stuff. It's another reason why I've picked this place to hide out for the next five millennia."

Peter looked out over all the grave stones. "Do you think Israel will still be here by then?"

"I'm counting on it," said Sylar. "Hopefully, the survivors of the nightstalker virus will be safe in here & then we can bring Claire here when we are all reunited."

"I already see a problem," said Peter.

"What is it?"

"The water," said Peter. "You said half of New York State slides into the ocean. You've got the Galilee on one side & the Mediterranean on the other. Israel might just sink."

"Thanks, I'll add that to the to-do list," Sylar said. "Shlomo was right. We do need each other to save the world."

"How are we going to stop an exploding planet, Gabriel?" Peter asked after Sylar had moved them once more. Now, they were standing on Masada, looking down into the plains of ash by the Dead Sea.

"I have most of it worked out by now," Sylar said. "You are my only contact beyond Israel now. You will help me fill in the minor details. Like mentioning how great bodies of water can change the landscape. You're right. Israel can easily sink. But if we put up barriers to hold the water out, we could save Israel, once again."

Peter dropped them down into the ash close to the Dead Sea. "You're never going to shake that Messiah title, are you?"

Sylar sheepishly grinned as he held up his hands. "First things first," he finally said. "We have to get rid of as many memories about me outside of Israel as we can."

"I know," Peter sighed, walking into the saline water part way. "We have our work cut out for us."

"Yeah," Sylar held a finger up & waved it back & forth as if making a cutting.

"Stop that!" Peter groaned.

"Admit it, you miss me," Sylar teased.

"Not really," Peter said but ended up laughing. Looking around, he could see others standing still in the water as well. He soon realized that they were looking at Sylar, noticing the black shawl. A group of Muslim women came up to Sylar. Peter hung back as they exchanged a few words in Arabic before leaving.

"We should go," Sylar said to Peter once the ladies were gone.

"What did they want?" Peter asked as he walked out of the water.

"Just to meet me," Sylar shrugged. "This black tallit gadol is rather famous now."

"Is that why you're wearing it?"

"No," Sylar replied. "I wear it mostly because I am expected to wear it now. It's how people of Israel recognize me even if they have never met me before. But it is also personal to me. Ariel had started making it before she died. She was a good friend in my Kabbalah group. We got rather close."

Sylar took Peter by the arm & moved them again. They spent the last bit of the evening moving around Israel. Sylar showed him more holy sites as they talked of the Vision he had seen earlier. It also gave them time to get used to each other. Peter had seen a window in time where he had been close friends with Sylar & though it wasn't quite like that here, perhaps some day, they could be that way again. For now, they seemed to have come to a neutral agreement. There were bigger things to worry about & fighting each other had nearly destroyed an entire country. Maybe in five thousand years, they would forget to fight each other at all.

When Peter returned to America, he began to slowly work through memories of everyone who had direct contact with Sylar in the past. Erasing the internet of the killer's reputation would make things hard to look up. Erasing memories of those who once had to deal with him would make questions hard to ask & harder to answer. Peter then branched out to erase the memory of Sylar from anyone who mentioned the name. As the years past, people of the time would die out & it would be easier to control any memory of Sylar at all.

Soon, it would come down to just Claire, who would occasionally end up healing so much that everything would come flooding back to her. Both Peter & Sylar looked forward to the day when they would no longer have to hide from her.