Peter didn't have to work the next day and when he awoke, he noted how nice it was outside. He stepped out into the kitchen where Gabriel was already sipping on his coffee. Peter made himself a cup before addressing the other man. "Do you want to go out with me today?" Peter asked. "Go see a movie or something?"

Gabriel smiled softly. "Yeah, that sounds nice."

"Great. Just pick a time and we can head out."

"We can go once I finish my coffee," Gabriel said. "I mean, if that's okay."

"That sounds fine."

They finished up and got dressed and ready before heading outside. They decided on just walking to one of the diners by the apartment to have some breakfast. They got seated and ordered before Peter decided that he wanted to know more about the other man. They had talked, but Peter still felt like he didn't know Gabriel at all.

"So you've been a watchmaker your whole life?"

Gabriel nodded. "I used to watch my dad before he walked out on us."

"Your dad walked out on you?"

Gabriel nodded. "Yeah, I was like nine. He said he was going out for a smoke, but then he never returned. I haven't seen him since."

"I'm sorry."

"I don't remember much of him anyway."

"Then what made you become a watchmaker?"

"I thought-I thought that if I could make my dad proud, then maybe he would come back," Gabriel replied. "But it didn't matter. I don't think he ever loved me."

"And what about your mother? What is she like?"

Gabriel looked down and went silent. Peter was about to tell him he didn't have to tell him if it was too personal a question when Gabriel spoke. "I loved my mother, even though she was a bit crazy and I knew that she loved me, but I don't think I was ever special enough for her. All I wanted was her approval, but it never came."

"If it helps, I never got the approval of my parents either," Peter said. "Nathan was the spoiled one and I was just the screw up."

"I don't think that you are a screw up."

Peter shrugged. "It used to bother me a lot when I was a teenager, and when my dad was still alive before his 'heart attack', but now? Now I could care less. I don't want my mother's approval anymore because I know that I will never get it."

"I wish that I had your attitude about that a long time ago," Gabriel said. "Maybe I wouldn't have unleashed Sylar and maybe I wouldn't have killed my mother." Gabriel bowed his head and closed his eyes. "I don't even know what happened. We were fighting and then she was on the ground and … and …"

Peter stood up and slid into Gabriel's side of the booth and put his arm around him. "I'm so sorry. That's a horrible thing to have happen to you." Gabriel sniffled and nodded, but stayed otherwise quiet. Peter held him a little tighter. "In the future I killed my brother, so I can relate a little bit."

"You what?"

"There was a future that I visited and I accidentally killed my brother because I gained access to your power."

"You killed Nathan?"

"By accident."

"Somehow it's hard to believe that you would kill anyone, even if it was by accident."

"I tried to kill my dad."

"You did?"

Peter looked at him in confusion. "You were there, you stopped me."

Gabriel shook his head. "I told you, Sylar's been in control this whole time."

"So you don't remember anything that's happened? At all?"

Again, Gabriel shook his head. "Not really."

"Oh, I thought-"

"It's ok," Gabriel said. "I never told you, so you wouldn't know."

"What about your abilities? Can you access them?"

"No, I can't. Not without unleashing Sylar."

The waitress came over with their food, so they stopped talking for the moment. Peter decided to stay next to Gabriel, which earned them a look from the waitress. Each of them had gotten toast, bacon and eggs. So they discontinued their conversation for the moment and decided to focus on eating instead.

When they finished, Peter paid for the food and he dragged Gabriel down to the movie theater. They got inside and Peter looked at the movies listed before turning to Gabriel. "So what movie are you interested in seeing right now?"

Gabriel shrugged. "I don't really know. You can pick one though."

So Peter went up to the counter and got them both tickets for one of the sci-fi movies showing. He then ordered them both snacks before going into the theater and sitting down.

"If this movie sucks," Peter said with a smile. "I give you permission to slap me for picking it."

Gabriel smiled back. "Noted."

They fell into silence as the movie began, Peter occasionally glancing at Gabriel out of the corner of his eye. He hadn't even known Gabriel for that long, but there was something about him that really caught Peter's attention.

Peter wanted to believe that it was because of the fact that he had always been drawn to people who needed help and he did feel drawn to Gabriel. He wanted to be his friend, but he also wanted to be more than that.

Out of impulse, Peter slowly slid his hand over and placed it over the top of Gabriel's. He felt Gabriel's hand twitch and he glanced at the man to see him staring at their hands, trying to decide what to do. Peter waited for a few minutes to see if Gabriel would do anything and when he didn't, Peter threaded his fingers through Gabriel's and gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

With the light coming off the screen, Peter could see Gabriel's eyebrows jump up and for a moment Peter wondered if he had misread things. Feeling a little deflated, Peter pulled his hand back and wrapped his arms around himself, feeling a little embarrassed.

Peter was so busy cursing himself in his head that he jumped when he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders. He glanced over at Gabriel who looked at bit uncertain in what he was doing. Peter smiled and leaned against Gabriel, placing his head on the other man's shoulder. They spent the rest of the movie like that and Peter felt himself smiling like an idiot.

When the movie ended and they were walking out of the theater, Peter slid his hand into Gabriel's. Gabriel glanced down at their hands before looking forward again. Peter smiled and they walked back to Peter's place, chatting about the movie along the way.

Peter unlocked his apartment door and stepped aside to allow Gabriel to enter first. When he got in and closed the door, he pulled Gabriel close and looked up at him. "Did you have fun?"

Gabriel nodded, a slight blush beginning to spread across his face. "Yeah."

Peter smiled and started to lean in. They were inches apart when he heard a cough from the living room. Peter looked over to see Nathan standing there. He stepped away from Gabriel and addressed his brother. "Nathan? What the hell are you doing in my apartment?"

Nathan's eyes flickered to Gabriel before he looked at his brother. "So I guess it's true, then. You did take a monster into your apartment."

Peter stepped in front of Gabriel. "Gabriel is not a monster."

"Oh, so you're on a first name basis now?"

Peter felt his anger flare hotter. "Why are you here, Nathan?"

"I came to talk to you," Nathan replied. "In private if we could."

Peter turned to look at Gabriel and reached out, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "I'll see what he wants and then we can think about that dessert, ok?"

Gabriel nodded and Peter led Nathan into the bedroom and closed the door. "Now what do you want?"

"To save the world, Pete," Nathan replied.

Peter looked at him suspiciously. "Save the world? How come I have a feeling that that won't go so well?"

"I have a plan, Peter."

"And what is this plan, exactly?"

"I'm going to lock up specials," Nathan replied. "Starting with the one in your front room."

Peter's eyes widened and he turned to call out to Gabriel when Nathan grabbed him and held him back. Through the glass he saw Bennet coming up behind Gabriel. Nathan covered Peter's mouth to prevent him from calling out just as Bennet tasered Gabriel. "NO!" Peter yelled, but it was too late.

Peter struggled against his brother, but he didn't count on Nathan having a taser of his own. The last thing he saw was Bennet dragging Gabriel away.

Peter woke up several hours later. He was in the middle of his bed and it was dark outside. He remembered the events that happened and shot out of bed, grabbing his phone out of his pocket and dialing his brother.

"Where is he?" Peter yelled out as soon as his brother answered. "What did you do with him?"

"I locked him away, just as you should have done instead of letting him in," Nathan replied. "You have a good heart, Pete, but he won't change. No matter what you do."

"Nathan, you really don't know what you're dealing with. He's unstable."

"That's exactly why he needs to be locked up."

"Nathan! You really don't understand!"

"You're not going to change my mind. Besides, it's going to be so much fun to see how long it will take him to break in the condition that he's in," Nathan said before hanging up.

Peter threw his phone against the bed and yelled out in frustration. He was going to get Gabriel back, no matter what the cost was.

Nathan slipped his phone in his pocket and grabbed the bucket of ice water off the table. He looked down at the chained prisoner before him. He threw the water on the man, waking him up. Gabriel sat up and looked around wildly, before his gaze landed on Nathan.

The man let out a quiet whimper and Nathan raised an eyebrow. "Cut the act, Sylar. My brother's not around for you to toy with."

"I'm-I'm-I'm not toying with him!" Gabriel called out, tugging at the chains around his wrists that were keeping him to the floor. "He's my friend!"

Nathan laughed. "Killers don't have friends."

"But-"

Nathan kicked Gabriel in the side and Gabriel let out pained yelp, holding his side. He tried to curl into himself even more, staring up at Nathan in fear. Nathan knelt down, careful not to ruin his suit, and looked Gabriel in the eye. "Welcome to your new home, Sylar."

Gabriel's eyes flickered to the syringe that Nathan was pulling out and tried to struggle away. Nathan grabbed Gabriel's arm and shoved the needle into it, making Gabriel whimper in pain. He dispensed the liquid and let go of Gabriel, watching as he spasmed for a few seconds before going limp. Nathan looked at the killer, a little disappointed that he hadn't put up a fight.

He stood up and wiped the dust off the knee of his pants and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Bennet was at the end of the hallway and buzzed him out. He hoped that Peter would be unable to follow Sylar's trail, or they would be in some serious trouble. He knew just how determined his brother was and he seemed a little too attached to that monster.

Though, if he really had to, he could probably lock up his brother as well. Peter always had a habit of running off ever since he was a child and due to Nathan's connections with the government, he could throw them off Peter's trail and make his brother to be presumed dead. Of course, his mother would probably figure it out, but what could she really do about it? She probably wouldn't even care what happened to Peter.

Angela awoke abruptly from her nap. The image of her son's dead body burned into her brain. She quickly found her phone and dialed up her oldest. Nathan barely got his greeting out when she spoke. "What are you up to, Nathan?"

"Me? I'm not up to anything, Ma."

"Nathan Petrelli, don't you lie to me," Angela said sternly. "I saw something, Nathan. Something horrible and I don't want it to happen, so whatever you are doing, stop it right now."

"I'm trying to make the world a safer place," Nathan said. "I'm not going to stop because of some dream that may or may not happen. The future changes, Ma, you should know that more than anyone."

"Certain events change, other stay constant," Angela said. "Please Nathan. I don't want any casualties out of this. I am begging you to stop what you are doing."

"I'll think about it," Nathan answered before hanging up on her.

Angela held the phone to her chest and closed her eyes. She needed to find a way to stop whatever Nathan was planning to do. Without hesitation, she called Peter.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Peter."

Peter sat up. "Ma?"

"It has come to my attention that your brother is planning something big and whatever it is, it's going to get people killed."

"He's rounding up specials, Mom," Peter replied. "And-and he took Gabriel, just a few hours ago. Him and Bennet practically ambushed us in my own apartment and took him away."

"And you're probably going to do something stupid, aren't you? Is he even worth it, Peter?" Angela asked. "Is he worth the risk of someone else's life?"

Peter thought about it for a long moment before answering. "He's worth the risk."

"And what if I said that it was your brother's life that you were risking?"

Peter felt a stab in his chest and he closed his eyes. "Nathan made his decision and I have to stop him."

"He's your brother, Peter!"

"I won't let Gabriel die, Mother," Peter said. "I promise you that I will make sure that Nathan stays alive. But Nathan's going to torture him! And I can't let that happen!"

"He's a monster, Peter! He deserves to be locked up!"

"Yeah, Sylar deserves to be locked up, but not Gabriel."

"Peter-"

"Mom, I don't want to hear anything else that you have to say unless it will help me set Gabriel free," Peter said. "Nathan's going to do something horrible to him, and I can not allow that."

"Peter, I can't help you."

"Goodbye, Mother," Peter said before hanging up. He put his phone in his pocket and got up. He didn't have any more time to waste if he wanted to save Gabriel. He found his laptop and opened it up, contacting Micah. If anyone could find an electronic trail, it was that kid.

A few seconds later the words 'Building 26. Washington. D.C.' appeared on the screen. Peter took a minute to thank the kid before packing a bag. He managed to book a last minute flight to D.C.