It had been nearly a week since Angela had heard from either of her sons, but she knew exactly what they were planning to do. She had been seeing it in her dreams for days before Nathan kidnapped Gabriel. She didn't approve of either of their actions, but they were both Petrelli men, which meant they were incredibly stubborn.

In the past week, Peter had broken into a few buildings while searching for Gabriel, and Nathan had managed to capture a few more specials. Nathan was become bolder and she knew that he would soon be approaching the president about capturing specials on a large scale.

A part of her actually hoped that Peter did end up preventing Nathan from taking his plans too far. She had a feeling that they were only going to end in disaster. The other part of her was telling her to stop Peter and prevent Nathan's demise.

That part of her had her getting in contact with Claire. She hoped that maybe Claire would be able to put an end to Peter's plans. She feared for the safety of her sons and prayed that no harm came to either of them.

Peter made his way back to his hotel after making sure he lost any pursuers. He dug around in his pocket and was just turning the key in the lock when he was startled by a familiar voice. "Hello, Peter."

Peter turned to see Claire leaning against the railing. "Claire?"

"So, this is where you've been hiding out?"

"How did you find me?"

Claire pushed off the railing, crossing her arms. "Don't worry, no one else but your mother knows where you are."

"So she sent you?"

"She told me that you were attempting to save Sylar and sabotage Nathan's plans. Is there any truth to that?"

"I'm not saving Sylar," Peter said. "I'm saving Gabriel."

"Just because you call him a different name, it doesn't mean that he's a different person."

"You haven't seen him," Peter said. "You don't know him."

"And you do? He was at your apartment for what? A month?" Claire asked. "Your mother told me a lot about what was going on. How do you know that he wasn't just faking to gain your trust and then hurt you later?"

"I don't know that," Peter replied. "But I believe that he's a different person."

"Peter, I think that you trust too easily and that's what gets you hurt. And I think that you going to save Sylar is not going to end well. You are going to get hurt and there's a chance that other people will get hurt as well."

"Why can't anyone just accept what I'm doing?" Peter snapped. "My mother and my father, my brother and now you. No one is ever happy with anything I do."

"Because people keep getting hurt!"

"Claire, why don't you just leave and tell my mother to just leave me alone? You can leave me alone as well."

"Peter, I just want to help."

"Just leave Claire," Peter said. "Now."

Claire stared at him for a few minutes before turning and walking away. Peter watched her until she was out of sight before making his way into his room. He shut and locked the door before sitting down at the small table in the room. He reached into the bag he was carrying and pulled out some blueprints for Building 26.

Unfortunately, the blue prints didn't show any cells on them. Which meant that either they were not included on the blueprints or Nathan was keeping Gabriel in a different building. Based on his searches so far, he decided that it had to been the latter and got his laptop out, searching for possible buildings.

As his laptop booted up, he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose wishing for the clamoring in his brain to cease. He was tired and frustrated. Frustrated with his family and angry at himself for the fact that he hadn't found Gabriel yet.

He was in the middle of a search when Micah, who had been helping him, sent him paperwork for the transport of a prisoner to an old mental facility that went out of business years ago. Another piece of paperwork was sent to him stating that the facility was to be reopened for extremely dangerous criminals.

Peter signed off and made a mental note to check the facility out the following day. He would check the security of the place and where it would be easier to break in. Then of course he'd have to figure out how to break in. He could always knock out a guard and steal their clothes. He did have telekinesis, so that could help for something.

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Gabriel sat in the corner of his prison cell, staring blankly at the opposite wall. There was a gash along his arm and he had a black eye amongst other injuries. The door opened and he tried to make himself as small as possible before he realized that whoever it was wasn't going to beat him again. A metal tray was set down on the bed before the person walked back out. It took Gabriel several seconds to realize that it was his single, paltry meal for the day.

He slowly got up and limped his way over to the food tray. Today, there was some kind of meat, a small glass of water and an apple. He reached out and grabbed the plate with the meat, wondering why Nathan was allowing him to be fed at all.

He grabbed the cup as well and went back to his corner savoring his meager meal. For the first few days he had been starved and beaten. He had lost track of time and was beginning to lose hope that he would ever see Peter again.

Inside, he could feel Sylar trying to come out, but Gabriel repressed him as much as he could. He didn't need another reason to get beaten, even if it meant that he would get out of here. Besides, Sylar would probably slaughter everyone on his way out and Gabriel couldn't deal with the thought of even more blood on his hands.

Gabriel had just finished up the meat, which he was sure was on its way to rotting and was debating how to eat the apple. He had a few loose teeth from being beaten the previous day, so biting into the apple was going to be painful.

The door to his cell opened and this time, it was Nathan. Gabriel felt fear spread through out him. Nathan glanced at him before staring at a spot on the wall.

"I really wish that whatever spell you put on my brother would just vanish," Nathan replied, still not looking at him. "I'm telling you now that if he does come here and tries to rescue you, I won't stop my guards."

Gabriel dared to speak. "And what will they do to him?"

Nathan finally looked at him, his eyes cold. "They have guns. Use your imagination."

Gabriel's eyes widened. "He's your brother! You can't let them kill him."

"My brother was a mistake," Nathan spit out. "He's nothing more than a bastard child. He's not even my father's son, he's the product of my mother's affair with someone at the Company. My father should have made her give Peter up when he was born."

Gabriel could feel the rage inside him build. The last thing he remembered before blacking out was a look of fear on Nathan's face. When he came to again, there were shackles on his ankles and wrists keeping him in place. Gabriel curled in on himself, fresh cuts and bruises covering him. "Sylar, you should have stayed out of it." He closed his eyes and shed a tear, praying to a God he had stopped believing in years ago.

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Peter rubbed at his eyes, trying to keep awake. If he slept, then he lost valuable time and he had already wasted a week on false leads. Before he knew it though, his eyes had shut and he was drifting off.

"Hey, Peter. Peter, wake up."

Peter turned over and opened his eyes to see Gabriel lying beside him. He reached over and grabbed Gabriel, hugging him tightly. "Gabriel, you're here."

Gabriel nodded and returned the hug. "Of course I'm here. I feel safe around you."

"You feel safe around me? You do know that I attract nothing but danger, right?"

"You're a hero, of course you are going to attract danger. I mean, I'm here, right?"

Peter shook his head. "You're not dangerous. You wouldn't hurt a fly."

"If the fly was trying to hurt you in some way, I would," Gabriel replied. "I would do anything to make sure that you are safe, Peter."

"You don't have to do anything at all."

"Yes, I do," Gabriel replied. "I really like you, Peter. I want to protect you."

Peter felt his heart beginning to beat faster as Gabriel started to lean in towards his face. Soft, brown eyes looked into his own, so different from the hard eyes of a killer he had seen merely weeks ago. Gabriel brought his hand up to Peter's cheek, his breath ghosting over his lips.

Peter went to close the distance when he was woke up abruptly by his phone. He frowned as he realized the moment between him and Gabriel was nothing more than a dream. He reached over and grabbed his phone. When he saw that it was his niece, he pressed ignore and put it back in his pocket. After the small fight they had over what Peter was doing, he wasn't in the mood to talk to her.

He sat up and stretched. Falling asleep in a wooden chair was not ideal. He looked down at the blueprints and rolled them back up. He didn't really need them any more. Instead he opened up his laptop so that he could look up the address to the mental facility Gabriel was probably being held at.

Later that day he went out and scouted the area of the facility, trying to find a way in as well as a way back out once he had Gabriel again. When he returned to his hotel room he was surprised to find Claire leaning against the door. He told her, "I thought I told you to leave me alone."

"Well, since I can't stop you," Claire started as she pushed her way in. "Maybe I'll join you."

"And why would you do that?"

"I found my dad's laptop," Claire replied. "And he's streaming the video footage from the cells. So, I made the mistake of taking a peek."

She went over to the table and grabbed her father's laptop out of her bag. She opened it and clicked a few buttons before stepping aside to allow Peter to see. He felt his heart want to break as he saw Gabriel curled up in the corner of a cell. The image was a little blurry, but he could see spots and smears of blood on the floor. He reached out and touched the image of Gabriel. "What have they done to you?"

"When I first watched, they were beating him," Claire said. "He begged them to stop. Begged them. That was my first clue that something wasn't right. Sylar wouldn't beg anyone for anything."

"That's because he's not Sylar," Peter replied. "Sylar is a personality that he developed as a child and who managed to take control of him for a little while. That man on the screen," Peter dropped his hand away, "that's Gabriel Gray. He's my friend and I'm going to save him."

"If you truly believe that man is Gabriel and not Sylar, then I will trust your judgment. And I will find a way to get you in there."

Peter looked up at her, smiling. "Thank you, Claire. This really means a lot to me."

Claire took a seat at the table. "You're welcome. Now let's plan this out."

They went over some ideas before deciding that the best course of action would be for Claire to turn Peter over to Nathan. Peter was a little skeptical at first, but agreed to it in the end.

"But before we charge in there, guns blazing," Claire chided him after he nearly dozed off in his seat for the second time, "I really think that you need to get some sleep."

"I'll be fine."

Claire shook her head and dragged him over to the bed. "Get some sleep and in the morning, we'll head out."

Peter gave her a look, but he was too tired to resist. His head had barely touched the pillow when he had succumbed to sleep.