I do not own Heroes

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Sheila had managed to get her book into publishing and a job at the library, surrounded by the books she loved so much. Mohinder and her had kept in touch Claire and her were best friends. Everything was okay; she had spent the first few nights in New York sleeping on a bench in central Park. After Claire found out she let her stay with her until she got on her feet. Also Claire had forced her to go to the hospital about her leg, it was only sheer luck she hadn't died of staff infection. She was now walking comfortably if not awkwardly without her cane. Right now Sheila was walking the streets of New York alone, discovering and exploring. She had come to Meet Peter and they had very conflicting ideas and didn't get along as friends, maybe as acquaintances. The first thing Sheila had done with her paycheck was get a cell phone. She needed one. And currently hers was ringing.

"Yellow?"

She asked into it, keeping her other hand firmly in her pocket, as not to freeze off in the early morning air.

"Yes Sheila? It's Mohinder; I need to ask a favor."

"Sure, anything."

Mohinder's voice sounded panicky.

"Is everything okay?"

"No, Sylar, he's in New York. He tried to get the list and destroyed the computer. Peter's…Peters dead."

Sheila nearly dropped the phone; this had to be a joke. She didn't like Peter but she didn't want him dead.

"Please tell me your joking."

"I'm sorry, I need you to go to my apartment and get Sylars body, he's unconscious. Make sure not let your guard down."

She was stressing, Mohinder was asking her to move the unconscious body of a murderous superhuman while her best friends uncle was lying dead somewhere. She couldn't believe it. She wouldn't. These past few weeks had been filled with so much for her, a new life, and new job, her book. Nothing really prepared her for this. She hadn't used her powers for a long time, they were clumsy. Her watch was ticking, ticking, ticking along with her heart. If this man was the person who had sent him the watch…then he would be in for a nasty shock when he woke up.

"Okay….okay….J-just….I-I….Claire."

"I know, this must be a little hard for you, I know how close you and Claire are."

"Okay, I'll go just…How do I keep him down?"

"Hit him over the head with something heavy."

She sighed and he disconnected. This was a bit much for her to handle, she moved along in the opposite direction, calling a Taxi. She got one and it took her Mohinder's apartment. She hated this, hating this in the highest regard.

" Okay, be calm, be calm…."

She opened the door, left open and unlocked. She gulped and moved inside slowly, on the floor there was a big mess but No unconscious body. She cursed herself and got out her cell phone.

"Hey Mohinder, he's not here."

"You're sure?"

"Yes I'm sure..."

Unfortunately Sheila's attention was focused on her phone. She didn't feel the looming presence behind her.

"Hell, What are we going to do…Jesus!"

"We? I don't know about any we, I don't want to get my ass kill-!"

Silence, Someone had grabbed Sheila from behind, covering her mouth, making her drop her phone.

"Sheila, Sheila!!!?"

A disconnect noise went over the line, Something was wrong. Sheila was struggling to break free, screaming into the man hand, flailing wildly.

"Well who do we have here? Another Lackie? A friend of Mohinder's?..."

He turned her around, pinning her to a wall with his telekinesis, his had remained over her mouth and she was glaring at him dangerously. Her green eyes glinting and shining with life and internal fire, furious with him.

"A Princess? Hello Princess miss me much?"

"Mrph Murphmamamurph, Murph Murph!"

She said through his hand. He removed it so she could talk.

" No you Psychopathic son of a bitch, I didn't! I don't even Know you!"

He smiled at her, listening intently, he moved closer to her. Leaning in way to close.

"What are you doing?!"

He placed his head against her chest, the tick thump, tick thump noise of her heart and watch beat in his head.He got up and reached into her shirt, pulling it out.

"You took good care of it Princess; you know I made this for you. With my own two hands. It took a few days, incredibly simple really. It will run for a good few decades."

She Was breathing heavy, not sure what to say. This was the clockmaker her mother had gone to, but he had looked so nerdy back then, now he looked so much more awesome but I guess that happens when you gain the badass serial killer vibe.

"Got nothing to say eh princess? Well I'm not surprised, I'm a little shocked myself, I mean you were the last person I expected to run into. Now, may I ask what you are doing here?"

Sheila shook her head and swallowed her fear.

"I was sent here to get you."

"And why is that Princess? How do you know Mohinder?"

She pursed her lips, if her knew she had a power, he would kill her and take it. A psychopath like him has no discrimination.

"Not talking? Could you be one of the special people? One of those Heroes?"

He was getting closer and closer. Her breath was caught in her throat.

"Come on Princess, you can tell me."

"Don't call me princess."

His forehead was level with hers, his eyes his lips and everything else except his body was at the same height. She was considerably shorter than him and being held a foot off the ground and practically glued to the wall made her just a bit more level.

"I can call you whatever I want to Princess. You know when I saw you in the window that day, I knew you were special. I knew that you were perfect so I made you a watch, a clock just as perfect. In sync with your heart so it would be as special to you as you look to me. Are you as perfect?"

His lips were brushing against hers with every word. He was Psycho, a stalker, something like that to harbor such and unrequited admiration to her, she hadn't said more than a few words, okay maybe she flirted a little to humor him but that was it.

" No I'm not perfect. I'm flawed, I have no control, I have a bad temper a gash on my leg and acid reflux, I'm far from perfect, so you can stop adoring me now."

Gabriel laughed, no not Gabriel, Sylar. She was chilled to the bone by his closeness. His presence even.

"No, those things don't matter, your heart-"

He placed his head on her chest again. Listening to the steady healthy beat that was increasing rapidly, Fluttering. He smiled.

" Is, So much life in it, built so perfectly. And right now…It's beating for me."

He looked up at her, his shining brown eyes, malicious. Sheila closed her eyes, he was going to kill her, he was going to rape and kill her she could just feel it. She waited patiently for death to come.

"So scared Princess, I'm not going to hurt you."

He said it how you might say to a puppy caught in the rain, or an abused cat. She didn't like it but she couldn't moved, she couldn't make a black hole, she couldn't do anything. She only felt a pair of soft hot lips move across hers, fast and fierce, Biting, coaxing. She couldn't breath, she had to open her mouth, her nose had been stuffed by a cold she had had a few days previous. When she did he took advantage, sliding his tongue inside, she bit down hard and he had to pull back.

"That hurt, I think I'm bleeding."

He was, she could taste his salty metallic blood in her mouth, he had been so close, touched her so much, it was repulsive, no matter how good the kiss was. She felt so violated but she couldn't mope over her invasion of personal space right now she had to break free, his grip on her had loosened when she had bit down on his tongue and she started struggling again.

"No one, does that."

He said, cocking his head sideways and looking at her from under his brows. He moved close and put his hand around her throat, getting more intimate with her torture. She struggled to breathe.

"St-stop…please…can't…die…yet…"

She said struggling some more. He laughed, So feisty. He liked them like that and he kissed her again this time using his other hand to explore parts of her body she would rather have him not touch. His hands trailed up her smooth stomach, over her slightly protruding ribcage, and under her bra clip, touching the soft flesh of her breasts. She hated to admit it, she hated to, but it felt good. No one had ever touched her like that; no one had ever shown her this much physical affection. She involuntarily groaned. He pulled a way a little.

"You know Princess, I never thought I'd get to get the opportunity to touch you or anyone like this."

"Yeah, I can't imagine."

He squeezed her breast and she cried out in pain. It hurt like hell, when he released his grip some her breast throbbed incessantly.

"That hurt….why? why can't you leave me alone, I wanna leave, I wanna go home."

She said, tired of faking brave. She was breaking down, she was scared as hell.

"If your going to kill me then kill me!!! Just…just stop."

"Oh I'm not going to kill you; I'm having too much fun with you Princess. No, I have something else in mind for you."

He let her down and out of his power, She fell to her knees, trembling. Scared. He brought her to her feet and even straightened out her shirt and jacket.

"You'll see me again Princess and You won't be able to hold back. Now, get some sleep, take a shower, enjoy yourself until next time."

He kissed her forehead, she picked up her cell phone and ran. She ran and ran and ran until she was out of breath and couldn't run anymore. She stumbled and sat down on a bench, the street was empty, and no one was around. A tear leaked out of her eye, and another and another until she was crying, sobbing, breaking down. She couldn't handle it all, she passed out there on the bench. She was woken up by someone shaking her shoulder violently, asking her name over and over.

"Mhm?"

"Sheila? Oh thank god."

She opened her green eyes to the face of Mohinder. He was bent over her on the bench, looking relieved.

"Mohinder?"

"Yes, what happened? Why did you hang up?"

She thought back, her eyes were sore from crying her breast was throbbing still and her throat was sore. She felt like crap and she was tired.

"I... He…"

She couldn't say anything else, she just shook her head. Mohinder hugged her and her breast pressed against his chest, she Pushed away and grabbed her chest violently, Wincing in pain.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? Did he…He didn't-?"

She shook her head slowly, unable to say much.

"No… But…he touched me… kissed me…Psycho, it hurts…"

He hugged her again, being wary of her chest. He knew that he had sent her a watch out of admiration but he had gone insane, psycho, and those affections could lash out violently and forcefully.

"I couldn't stop him…I ran away…I'm sorry, I should've been paying attention…"

"No…Shhh…It's not your fault. It's not your fault, we'll get you home. Peters not dead, we don't know how but he's alive."

He helped her into his car, and buckled her in; she was in a state of suspended shock, unable to think or do anything. Only a few minutes into the ride home she spoke again.

"He's coming back…He said he'd come back…."

She said looking down, her hands clasped in her lap. Mohinder used one hand to drive and reached the other one over to hold her hands in his. Comforting her bet he could, she wasn't just one of his patients, she was his friend, and what had happened worried him for her. Even made him angry, he hated Sylar more than anything right now.

"Don't worry, he won't get you, your safe. You'll live."

"He won't kill me, he said he wasn't going to kill me but I wouldn't be able to hold back…he said I wouldn't be able to hold back and I won't!...I can't…"

A fat tear rolled down her already red face. She couldn't stop them she couldn't brave it; her brain was too damaged right now.

"Hold back? What does that mean? Sheila?"

She was shaking her head and crying pulling her hands from his and curling into a ball, falling asleep like that. They drove to the Petrelli home and she was carried inside by Mohinder, holding her bridal style. When he brought her inside Claire came over and brushed back hair from Sheila's face relieved to see her breathing, not needing another death scare. She helped Mohinder move her to her room, which was right next to Claire's. He told her what he believed to happen and Claire's face went red and she looked like a wet cat, ears flat against her head and bristling. She stayed with Sheila until her eyes opened.

"Claire?"

"Yeah, Mohinder brought you up here, Peters not dead, but what happened to you? To Sylar? How could Mohinder send you to get him like that, Peter couldn't beat him how could you?... No offense but you really don't have a combat ready power."

Sheila nodded and sat up.

"I'm okay, I'm not dead."

"No but you looked it."

Sheila couldn't argue, she looked at the walls of her temporary room.

"What happened?"

Sheila sighed, able to think clearly now, she gave a whole recount of what had happened. Claire listened intently, hugging her and telling her it was over, that he wouldn't get her.

"The worst part was that…that I actually enjoyed it, it felt good to be touched like that, but it was scary…I thought h was going to rape and kill me for sure but…what he did was so much worse…I'll never be able to live with this…"

She said laughing through cried out eyes and out of slight manic frustration. Claire stroked Sheila's hair and out of her face. They were great friends, very close and had a lot of fun together, punking on Celeb's exchanging anecdotes. Stuff like that, but nothing like this. Sheila hated being the rock she was, unable to hide her crease in the mud like she used to, but now…now someone had lifted her out of the river and exposed it to every one. Someone had exposed her weakness.

"I'm fine, Peter died today, I'd think that he'd need more support."

"No, he's gone through this before, he can heal like me. He can absorb people's powers. He once fell from 5 stories."

"Oi…what bunch of guys I've come across eh?"

She asked and they both laughed feebly. They rode the rest of the day out normally; Sheila gave her regards to Peter and had dinner with them, went upstairs studied for an hour. But when she got in the shower she scrubbed hard, hard enough to make her bleed in the more sensitive areas of her body all the while muttering "kill the bastard". On her breast there was a hand shaped bruise that stood out considerably. She got out of the shower after being sure she had scrubbed "the bastard" off her body. That night she slept better than she had in months.