Okay! I jus' wanna say I'm sorry for the cutsie stuff. It does lead up to upcoming chapters and such, so bear through it if you don't like it :\ Also! I am wrapping this story up. Yes, yes, 'tis be sad, but I already have another Sylar/OC story up 'Everybody's Fool' that I think you guys might like. Plus, I also have a Spock/OC story going on 'Adamantine' jus' if you are interested. So no need to be sad, though I must say this series is my favorite. Anywho, onto the story!

I flipped a page of the book, intent on the chapter.

Having the habits of a dragon is a huge strain on a body, being that you became a carnivore, shift muscles more often, and a consistent prescience that the others do not have. Most go mad before they can fully control themselves, either killing oneself or being detained by the DOT.

Those who do make it through the initial shift(4 weeks after the first knowledgeable shift), often hold great power, though it's tainted by the dragon's evil presence. The only way to fully deal with the Dragon is for it to choose it's mate.

I looked up as I heard the door close. Sylar walked in, soaking wet. His hair clung to the top and sides of his head. I stood and set the book on the desk, walking over to him. "So. How did it go?" I asked when I came up to him. He smirked as he looked down at me. "Beautifully. Though, he's not smart when it comes to us. He chased a shape shifter." We both rolled out eyes. "Come on now and take off your clothes." He raised a eyebrow, his eyes having that stupid glint it them. I punched him in the shoulder. "You know what I mean you dumb twit." He merely shrugged and took off his jacket, throwing it to the floor, then all but peeled his shirt off. I couldn't help but stare as he did so, watching his wet muscles work.

Damn, was he the best looking serial killer or what?

Before I could notice I was staring, He took a long stride forward and placed his large hand at my back, pulling me to him with that stupid smirk on his stupid hot face. I put my hands on his chest, groaning a bit on the inside as is was hard and wet, leaning back to glare at him. "Your wet and filthy! I don't want none of that!" I said, though I could feel the wetness seep through my own clothes because he still wore his drenched pants. "What? Don't want to give me a hug?" He asked, smirking still. "Hug you? Gross! Why would I want to do that?" I raised my own eyebrow.

"Oh, maybe because you love me?" He stated more then asked. I shrugged. "I dunno about that. You see, there's this guy…" I smiled some. "Oh really? Do tell." he said, pushing me back some. "Well, he's a bit of a psycho path, though he normally has good intentions. Can be a bit of a ass." I mused. "Hmmm. Sounds like a real Debbie downer to me." I laughed some. He always had the weirdest sayings. "Eh, I guess. But let's not forget he's tall, strong and has a sense of morality." I noticed we were still backing up, but tried not to say anything. Before I could say anything else, I felt the bed at my legs, then we fell, him on top of me.

He smiled at the look on my face, then moved the hair out of it. "I still think he doesn't deserve someone strong and beautiful as you." He all but whispered, making heat floor to my face. "Hm. You look exceptionally cute when you blush." he commented. I stared at him, then ran my hand through his long, wet hair. "Well, since you are so dead set against him, I guess I'll just take you." He laughed some. "I'll take you up on that offer." He leaned down slowly, almost painfully. I closed my eyes when he put his forehead against mine. I inhaled his scent, a odd apple mixed with pine.

"I don't know how all of this will play out." he whispered, his hot breath against my skin. I ran my hand down his soft, smooth back. "If things go south, I want you to bail, no matter what." I opened my eyes at that and pushed him up a bit, as so I could look into his eyes. "Sylar wha-"

"Gabriel." My eyes went slightly wide at this. "I…I want to live a normal life. To be good. With you, I feel like I can." At this, he got off of me and stood, walking over to a table with his bag on it. I sat up and crossed my legs, tilting my head. I felt a bit dizzy from his odd behavior. It was so unlike him to be like this, yet it was almost…. Beautiful. My mind raced and flashed to an old dream of mine. Boy how far fetched that dream seemed then. Now…

"I know this is a bit much, and I doubt for you to accept. Plus, it's not how it's normally done." He said, taking something out and walking around the bed. "S- Gabriel." I said, stopping and testing it out. It was nice. "What are you doing?" he was now sitting behind me. "I'm going to get rid of building 26, Bennett and most likely peter and his brother." He said, now sitting directly behind me. "And for once, I'm not doing it for me, but for us." He whispered, putting his arms in front of me, putting something around my neck. My eyes went wide when I realized he was putting a necklace on me. "This isn't so much a engagement, but a promise." he said, sitting back some. I looked down and grabbed onto the little pendant, staring at it.

It was a deep turquoise gem, with black gold circling it three times. My mouth was open some, my mind in a trance. "I will make sure you will get to be happy and live safely, whether it be with or without me." I blinked, turning and looking back at him. "Sylar-" he shot me a look and I cleared my throat some. It is going to be awhile before I will get use to that. "Gabriel. You do know what your saying right?" I asked, making him laugh. "Every word. It feels a bit weird saying it, but damn to I mean everything." he reached his hand out and held my cheek in his large hand. "You make me want to live. You let me have a purpose. I'll fight God his self so you can be free and happy." I stared into his dark eyes, completely taken back by everything.

Who knew he was a romantic?

I leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips, holding myself up with my hands on the bed. He inhaled, putting a bit more into the kiss. We broke, him making me turn back around, then made me lean back against his chest, wrapping his arms around my stomach. I grabbed his hand and entwined out fingers, feeling the buzz of his emotions run through me. Love, hope and determination were the ones that conquered all the others.

"So. What's the plan?"