Author's Note: You may think Sylar suddenly changes his personality in this but actually he doesn't. Really, what did Peter expect?

Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or Angel

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Angel gazed into the room. He spoke to the only other man in the room. "So, Wes, how's the Plan coming along? All ready?" He'd always been very good at capitalising words. There's a lot you can learn with two hundred years free time. Darla had been pretty good at it as well.

Wesley glanced up from his examination. "As ready as we'll ever be. I hope you're not expecting miracles. You and Peter only gave me a month, after all." He turned back to his examination, tinkered a bit and then stood up straight. "How's that, Sara?"

Sara grinned at him. "Lovely, Wesley. You know I love it when you tinker with me," she said, her voice reminiscent of Britney Spears and other pop princesses in their better days. She winked. He smiled.

Angel gazed at her. It was strange to think of such a girly voice emanating from such a monstrosity. Sara was a demon, but not just any demon. She was the most horrifying sight he'd seen in his two hundred plus years. And, let me tell you, he'd seen some horrifying things. He'd committed a few of them. Yet she was a huge fan of the Jonas Brothers. Sometimes you can't judge a book by its terrifying-scales-and-bones-outside-of-body cover.

"Well..." Angel clapped his hands together. "I'll leave you to it."

Wesley nodded. Then he held up a hand, making Angel pause. "Oh, have you talked to Fred yet? She said she had something important to tell you."

Angel swept out of the room, heading in the direction of Fred's laboratory.

Sara gazed after him. "He really knows how to make a dramatic exit, doesn't he?" she said wistfully.

"Believe me, it takes a lot of practice," Wesley commented. "Now, can you move that intestine for me? I have to check something."

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Sylar gazed at the ceiling. It was a very interesting ceiling. Oh, who was he kidding? It was the most boring ceiling he'd ever seen in his life. At least the one in that Company cell occasionally had cracks. This one was flawless and thus gave him nothing to do.

Peter gazed at Sylar. He wanted to touch his face but he didn't know whether this would lead into more wonderful things like last night or whether Sylar would bite his head off. He decided to check first. "Sylar?"

Sylar turned his gaze from the ceiling to Peter. Finally, a less boring thing to stare at! "Hmm?"

"Can I touch you?"

Sylar blinked. "Uh, you don't have to ask, Peter. After last night..." He grinned wickedly at the memory.

Peter grinned back and ran his fingers through Sylar's hair. Sylar stifled a moan. "It's just that...you...I mean, I've been basically using you these past few months and..." He shrugged awkwardly, not really sure how to continue.

"And what? It's not as if I haven't been used before," Sylar said, shrugging. He brought Peter's hand back to his hair and directed Peter's fingers to run through his hair.

Peter's grip on his hair tightened. "But..." Peter swallowed. "I don't want to use you," he said fiercely. "I want...I want..." He struggled for the right words. "I want you."

"I want you too, Peter," Sylar said, smiling softly. He reached over Peter into the bedside table drawer. He pulled out a knife and held it to Peter's throat. "Now I also want you to tell me exactly what you have planned for me or I'm going to slit your throat," he added, his voice just as soft as his smile. "Oh, I know you'll heal but you'll feel a hell of a lot of pain along the way. So? What's it to be?"

Peter looked devastated. Really, what had he expected? That dreaming about him would magically make Sylar a better person? He really was full of himself if he thought that. Sylar shook his head inwardly at Peter's gullibility.

Peter gave him one last glance and then disappeared from under him. Sylar cursed and stabbed the pillow. He'd forgotten about that one. His grip on the knife tightened, his knuckles slowly turning white. Next time Peter was not going to get away so easily.

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"Fred?" Angel said, stepping into what he thought was an empty laboratory. "Are you...here?"

Silence greeted him. Great, just great. Where else could she be, other than her lab?

"Angel?" she said from behind him.

He did not jump. He turned slowly and looked down at her. "Wes said you had something important to tell me?"

Fred blinked and then smiled. "Oh yes, that. You know what I've been working on, right?"

Angel nodded. "Some sort of formula, wasn't it? In case the Plan didn't work?"

She nodded and moved around him, heading towards the middle of the room. She had a folder in her hand, which she placed on the table in the centre of the room. She opened it and beckoned to him. "Well, it looks as though we might need a catalyst to really make it work. I was talking to Dr Suresh and he agrees. No catalyst, no formula." She glanced up at him.

"Does he know what this catalyst thing could be?" he asked, flicking through the folder slowly. He stopped on a certain page and gazed at the photo of a blonde girl which took up half the page. He glanced over at her, one eyebrow raised. "Oh. Her, is it?"

Fred grinned winningly. "We think so."

He was silent. "You're not just saying this so I'll bring her here, are you?" he said finally.

She pouted. "Now, I wouldn't be that obvious, would I? Not little ole me..."

Angel gazed at her. "Right..." He sighed. "Well, I'll send for her. She might not be able to come, of course," he added, a note of warning in his voice.

Fred hugged him, bouncing as she did so. "Of course, of course! Thanks!"

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Ooh, who could it be? And why is Fred so excited? Hmmm, find out next chapter!

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