Yeah, I know... this was supposed to stay a oneshot. But future Sylar/Gabriel is far too awesome, and deserves his own piece. So, I might be turning this into a collection of oneshots, Sylar-centric. Maybe. And also, thanks for the reviews! I really appreciate it.
Takes place after "I Am Become Death"
"You killed him."
Claire paused, not bothering to look back. Knox was dead. Daphne had run- she might have been fast enough- but she hadn't come back, not yet. Past-Peter was alive, but barely, his empathetic ability slow to heal the rest of his body. There was only one person who had survived, only one other person who could have survived.
"I didn't kill him, Sylar," she responded, her voice as cold as she could make it. "Do you think I wanted him to die? Do you think I'm completely heartless?"
"You certainly know how to act it," he mumbled.
She glanced back at him. Gabriel was sitting on the ground, head on knees. All around was rubble, destroyed ground; there wasn't a trace of the world she had once known, the house she had once lived in. And Noah was gone, forever.
"You're such an idiot," she replied, her voice soft. "Had you forgotten that our blood heals? We still might have saved him, if you hadn't gone and blown everything up."
"Like you cared about Noah." His voice was muffled- was he crying? She didn't care if he was. "The only thing about him that ever interested you was what his ability would end up being."
"I never wanted him, you knew that. But it's always about what you want, isn't it?" Claire stopped, tried to get herself under control. She had to get Peter back to the base before he regained consciousness, before he could try to escape. She wasn't about to let the whole event be worthless.
"You know what the worst part is?"
Gabriel sounded bitter, now; she might have pushed him too far. Still, she personally wasn't afraid of his abilities. He couldn't harm her. Of course, the rest of the world? He could do some damage to that, and then others would certainly hold her responsible. She remained silent as she walked over to where Peter's body lay, half-covered with wreckage.
"I always knew he would die before me." He laughed, and it was a harsh, bitter sound. "Unless, of course, he inherited your power; and I wouldn't have wished that on him, even if it would have saved him now. But I figured I had time. And now… I don't."
"You brought it on yourself," she growled, dragging Peter out of the rubble. She wanted to get out of Costa Verde, get back to the Company, deal with Peter, and leave the entire mess behind. She didn't want to listen to Gabriel wax poetic on philosophy again; it had been depressing enough the first time.
"To think I'm immortal," he whispered, staring out into the distance, "and all I can think about is how much I'd like to die."