Sheila sat bolt upright as she felt something buzz at her back and a loud pinging sound accompanying it. It was her cell phone, she grabbed it. Claire was calling her. She answered it.

"Claire?"

"Hey, how are ya?"

"Good, you?"

"Great, You wanna grab some coffee and hang out?"

"Sure, where, when?"

"Uh, now, and I'm outside your apartment."

Sheila's eyes widened and she looked down at a sleeping Sylar. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Was all she could think as she told Claire that she had slept in and that she needed a shower and to come back later. Claire hesitantly said yes and said she'd be back in half an hour.

"Sylar!"

She said shaking him awake.

"Mhm…Aw come on…5 more minutes…"

He said covering his head with a pillow. She took the pillow away and gave him Wet Willy. He sat up quickly, cursing loudly at her for doing that.

"Ah! God damn it Sheila! That was cold!"

"Yeah, you gotta go."

"why?"

"Claire's coming over here in half an hour and if she see's you she'll kill me and you."

"I doubt it."

"I don't!"

Sheila said tossing his pants and shirt at him. He pulled them on and ran his hand through his hair.

"I could just-"

"No! You gotta go!"

She said pulling a baseball hat out of her closet and placing it on his head, covering his eyes. It brought back an old nostalgia for his first days of murder. Now all he needed was a black jacket. Which she promptly handed him.

" Keep these on, you can have them, they were something I got at a Garage sale."

She said pulling the Jacket on over him, she shoved him out the door but not before giving him a drawn out passionate kiss.

"See you Sy."

She said closing the door. He walked away a few steps before asking himself, did she just call him Sy? He had never needed a nickname, his name was short enough already. But it's what she did, and he wouldn't dare complain. Sheila was quickly scrubbing her hair and washing herself off with scented soaps hoping to mask the scent of Sylar on her. Her original scent fell somewhere into a more earthy scent, less spicy. More like Vanilla and Nutmeg, she rinsed off and quickly dried herself off. Scrubbing her hair with a large beach towel, pulling on a white bra a, black shirt and a pair of black slacks, going commando. She also tossed on a Brown Jacket and a multi colored scarf. She ran down the stairs of her apartment building after grabbing her keys and Claire was standing, leaned against her car.

"Took ya long enough."

"I thought you went out while waiting?"

She asked nervously.

"Nah, just waited here."

"Okay…So Coffee?"

She said, hoping that Sylar took the fire exit at the side of the building. Claire smiled and they got into the car.Half way through the drive Claire leaned over and sniffed Sheila.

"Uhhhh..Hi?"

"You had sex!"

Claire said brightly and randomly. Sheila raised her eyebrow.

"No!"

She said squeakily as she looked at Claire in wide eyed horror.

"Yes! Yes you did! I can smell it!"

"You're freaky good…

Sheila said incredulously, she just hoped she couldn't tell who it was with. If she could then Sheila was screwed…Pun not intended.

"Yes I know, Now who was it?"

"No one just…Some backstreet lover."

She said sarcastically, best lies are laced with truth.

"Ohhh, Name?"

"No name."

She said simply, choosing the anonymous approach. If she kept prying she would call him Gabriel after Sylars old name. Sylar was no longer his 'Alter-Ego' it was just his plain Ego.

"Okay, Looks."

"Hot as Hell. Lean, tall, strong. I guess you could call him…Tall, Dark, and Handsome."

"Ohhhh…Sexy."

She said approvingly. Claire wasn't hard to please, Just tell her what she wanted to hear, if you were lying and doing it with even the tiniest bit of doubt she'd catch you red handed. But again; Sheila, Master of Black Holes and the Bold Faced Lie.

"Personality?"

"Soft, smooth, cool as silk. But his touch…"

Sheila shivered at remembering the Murder.

"Like fire."

"I'm Jealous."

"Don't be, not everything's perfect."

"How?"

"I'd rather not get into it."

Sheila said truthfully, giving Claire a sympathetic look. It really did hurt her that's he couldn't tell her, no wait…It didn't. Sheila felt no real sympathy to her lies, a cold, smooth, hard, rock. How she was and how she would be forever. She rebuilt her mask after sleeping with Sylar; she felt some kind of power crackle beneath her skin. Maybe it was the secrecy of their relationship, maybe it was his complete devotion. She didn't know what it was. But it felt good. A grin spread across her face.

"Sheila! Dirty girl!"

"What!? No! I wasn't-!"

"Yes you were! Don't lie!"

"But he's really good…"

She said in a whiny voice, sloping her shoulders, drooping her head.

"I know, I know but please keep it to yourself and at least keep your face straight!"

"Okay, okay…."

Sheila said pouting. The second time was better than the first, no voice, no screaming. She was conscious and not drunk and he really was good. She had never felt anything like it in her life and she now knew her writing better than ever, she could feel it. Her heart beat, the tick of her clock, the flex of muscles beneath skin, she was conscious of everything. Except Reality.

"Hey earth to Sheila, Coffee time!...well for me, You get steamed milk because you're not allowed to have coffee."

Claire said with an evil grin. Sheila hated her Caffeine Intolerance; it took away all of her fun, just like child proof caps. Her Sworn Nemesis.

"I hate you."

"I hate you too."

Claire said getting out of the car, Sheila followed suite and they walked into a small coffee shop. Peets, God they loved Peets. Claire ordered and Sheila got a table, after getting their drinks Claire continued to pry into her love life.

"So does Mohinder know?"

Sheila spat her mouthful of Steamed and flavored milk back into her cup. She coughed a few times.

"What?"

"Does Mohinder know?"

"No…Why?"

"Well I thought you had the hot's for him."

Claire said coolly, twisting her hair around one of her fingers.

"I did-I mean, I do-It's just! Augh!!!"

She said in frustration. Claire laughed loudly as Sheila slammed her cup of steamed milk onto the table, making some of the frothy liquid spill out.

"So you still do, you just don't think he'd want you?"

"Uhunh…"

She said weakly, her head still on the table.

"Lack of Confidence Sheila, Lack of Confidence.."

"I know."

She said sitting up, sipping the milk.

"And weren't you a virgin?"

Clare said just to see how far she could push Sheila, Playfully of course.Sheila froze with the cup to her lips and gave Claire the 'angry, wet, kitty' look.

"Shut up."

"You were! Ohhh Sheila, this is good! Juicy Gossip yes it is!"

She said impersonating Yoda. Sheila just rolled her eyes, she told Mohinder and Sheila would find a way to kill that seemingly indestructible girl. They finished their drinks with common discussion and Sheila said she'd walk home and around. She wandered around a bit, not really sure if she wanted to go home or what ever. She wandered the backstreets, finding her way around, Memorizing her way around. She couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.

"Hello?"

She asked turning around, nothing there. She shrugged and turned around, running into someone's firm chest. Black Jacket, Ramones T-shirt, Jeans, Black baseball cap.

"Hey Sy, had me scared there."

She said, looking into the murderers face.

"Yeah, My point."

"You spend all your time back here?"

She asked referring to the back streets of New York City. Dark and Dangerous, like him.

"I grew up in Queens, I know how to get around."

He said shrugging, She raised her eye brows.

"Yeah and I grew up in New Zealand but that don't mean I could give you directions for crap."

She said before Sylar started to kiss her face, not her lips but her eye lids and forehead, it was tickly because of his stubble. She liked this, as long as it stayed secret about her and Sylar, everything would be great. She giggled as he worked his way down her neck. Her arms were around his neck, hands on his head, He forced her against a wall which turned out to be a door by the solid thwunk it made when her back hit it. The door opened a little, held in place by a chain. An old lady looked out at them.

"Uh, Hi? Sorry for-for disturbing you, uh miss."

Sheila said, leaning against the door, Sylars full body weight pressing against her. His lips still frozen to her lower neck. But not active, his eyes lifted up slowly and the corner of his mouth lifted up slowly.

"Good Dear Lord, such vulgarity!"

"Sorry Ma'm. Didn't mean no disrespect, We're just a couple needin' a new fix up. That's all 'njoy yer day."

Sylar said in the best southern accent she had ever heard. The old woman curled her upper lip and slammed her door. Sheila laughed and grabbed his ass.

"You filthy lair!"

"Don't do that without expecting one in return. And yes, yes I am."

He said keeping his promise, she smacked his head. She had mussed up his perfectly spiked hair making him glower at her, and she stuck out her tongue.

"Can't be perfect."

He leaned forward and she stuck her tongue firmly back in her mouth.

"Don't you even think about it!"

She said cocking an eyebrow. He gave a disappointed grin and stepped back. Sheila stood hand on hip.

"Where are you going?"

"Can't have what I want, I'll walk away!"

He said fixing his hat and walking down the Street. Sheila turned in the opposite direction and started laughing. Suddenly, her life didn't seem so bad, It felt good. A guy who adored her, a best girl friend, a best guy friend, and someone she could have a decent argument with. But hey, there were still a lot of things to focus on, her book, her rent, and her confused emotions for Mohinder. But hey all of that could be solved later; right now she wanted a drink.