Chapter Two

Gabriel and American Idol

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Olivia glared at the file on her desk. Here she had found more people like her and she was more concerned with a 70-year-old man who was dying of nothing in particular. The most logical explanation for his symptoms was the flu, but that didn't explain why his body was slowly shutting down. Olivia rested her head in her hands.

"This makes no sense," she said out loud.

"What?" She looked up to see John standing in the doorway.

"Oh, nothing, it's just this case."

"Jerry Schultz?"

"Yeah, it just doesn't make any sense."

"Maybe you should go home, it's getting late."

"You're probably right." Olivia closed the folder and stood.

"So how did you know that guy on TV?"

"He was my dad's nurse."

"Oh!" John locked the office door. "Did you know him well?"

"I guess. My dad loved him. He's the sort of nurse you aspire to be."

"I do?"

"Well, you'd better 'cause if you don't I'll kick your butt."

"Yeah, I guess I'll have to make something of myself eventually." Olivia smiled and leaned against the main door as John locked it. "Hey," he jabbed her shoulder playfully, "see you tomorrow."

"Yeah, goodnight."

Mohinder was beginning to be irritated or perhaps frustrated would be a better word. He wished he could see his new friend Gabe. Something about him seemed so familiar, but Mohinder couldn't place it. After declaring his desire to assist in the fight against the Company, Gabe had disappeared somewhere. Every once-in-awhile, Mohinder heard him clanking around. After awhile, he came back in and said,

"I'm sorry, I would take you to the ER, but I don't want to move you, and, I'm kind of hiding."

"What are you hiding from?" Mohinder asked.

"The Company and others who want me dead, because of what I've done with my abilities."

"Are you like Peter, do you have trouble controlling it?"

"It's more a lack of self control really. I liked it too much."

"What did you do?"

"You really want to know?" Mohinder could tell Gabe's eyebrows had risen. "Well, people are dead because of me. At the time, I wasn't sorry. Now it's too late and… I just want to do something for these people before they find me."

"The Company?"

"Yes, they had me twice before and I got away." Gabe was silent for a moment. "Did you ever feel like you've lost an opportunity and you're never going to get it back?"

"Yes, all the time. Actually, for me, it's more commission, rather than omission."

"I thought you were an atheist."

"Who said that and what does that have to do with anything?"

"I assumed, and those are terms used to classify sins."

"I'm well read."

"Ah, that would account for it."

"Do I detect sarcasm?"

"Your hearing is improving already. I'm sorry, I guess I'm biased."

"Everyone is biased. See if any other scientist will admit that."

Olivia tossed her bag and keys on the counter when she entered her apartment. She glared at the edge of a folder coming out of the green messenger bag.

I won't work tonight, she thought, I shouldn't have even brought it home. She stood between the couch and the counter, fighting herself. Just watch your TeVo, Liv! She took a step toward the folder, and then her cell phone rang. She jumped and looked at the screen.

"John, if you don't leave me alone, I'll have you arrested for stalk-age." She said.

"Hey, chill out Doc," he said, "I just remembered I forgot to ask you: how is Drew?" Olivia sighed. "That bad?"

"No, I haven't heard from him in several months, except when I told him about Dad."

"He didn't come to the funeral?"

"No, he had some big test or something. He never liked funerals anyway. When he comes back he'll probably just go to the cemetery and sit there for a few hours."

"What did he do when your mom died?"

"He was six months old."

"Oh, yeah," John laughed sheepishly.

"Is that all?"

"One more thing, don't you dare work on the Jerry Schultz case tonight."

"Whatever you say." Olivia hung up the phone and resumed her staring.

This is ridiculous, I'm going to watch American Idol and I'm going to enjoy it! She got herself some junk food, kicked off her shoes and settled into the couch. After about the tenth bad audition her phone rand again.

"What do you want?!" She asked the device.

"Um… is this Olivia Lawrence?"

"Yes, sorry about that."

"It's fine; I'm Nathan Petrelli, Peter's brother."

"Oh, I thought you were shot."

"I was. Peter fixed that. It's complicated, but he said you had some questions."

"I don't want to talk about it over the phone."

"Are you like us?"

"What does that mean?"

"Well, I can fly."

"Yeah…" Olivia paused, "how many others are there?"

"I don't know the number, but it's likewise something I don't want to talk about on the phone. Peter had to go somewhere, but he'll be back soon."

"Where is back?"

"New York. Don't you live there?"

"Yeah, I just thought you were in Texas."

"I'm flying home."

"That is so cool."

"Uh huh, well, I'll probably see you later."

"Yeah, tell Peter… well never mind, I'll tell him when he gets here."

"There is someone else you may want to contact. He lives in Brooklyn. A geneticist named Mohinder Suresh. He knows more about all of this than we do."

"Mohinder Suresh, huh?"

Mohinder woke once again in the darkness. He let out a deep sigh. He was getting used to the headache, but the darkness was unbearable. Gabe had left once again, and Mohinder wondered how long he had been there. All of the sudden he heard sounds of a struggle. Gabe came into the room. He was breathing hard.

"What's happening?" Mohinder asked.

"They found us." Mohinder felt himself being lifted out of the bed.

"You won't get away," a dark unfamiliar voice said. It made Mohinder's head hurt worse.

"Give me a chance!" Gabe pleaded. The dark one laughed.

"No." Mohinder could tell, the Haitian was in the room, keeping Gabe from using whatever ability he had. He heard shattering glass close by. Gabe had kicked out a window. "You think you can run from me?" The dark voice was becoming excruciating. Then, the slimy sensation was gone. Mohinder could feel cold air on his face. They were outside. Gabe was running and it made Mohinder's head throb, but in light of the absence of the dark man, he decided not to complain.

"Where are we now?" He asked.

"Please keep quiet," Gabe said, "I need to concentrate." All of the sudden he stopped running, but Mohinder could tell, they were still moving.

"Are you flying?"

"Not technically."

"Technically?"

"Well, I think you may remember something now. I can move things with my mind. I've discovered that means people too." Mohinder was silent.

"Gabe… Gabriel… Sylar!" Mohinder felt his head nodding. "Why did you save me?"

"I told you, I want to make the Company history. Power is great, but it makes one a lot of enemies."

"Where are we going?'

"I'm taking you home."

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