I sighed some as I woke up, tightening my grip on the hard body under me. I opened my eyes when I felt him rub my back, wondering why he was up. I picked my head up and put my chin on his chest, looking up at him. "Did you not sleep?" his jaw clenched as he held me tighter. "No." I sighed some and ran my hand up his stomach and chest. "I came in a couple of minutes ago." He said. I sat up and sat crossed legged, looking down at him. "What are you planning?" He smiled and sat up. With more ease then normal, he transformed into Nathan, making my eyes go big. "I do believe it's time for us to head to the office. I have a meeting with the president today."

* * *

"Wow. He's really out." I said, kicking the real Nathan. "Yeah, no thanks to Danko." Sylar said, putting on a suit. I thought about it a bit and followed him out of the bathroom. "Speaking of Danko, where is he? Shouldn't he be breathing down your neck or something?" I asked, making him laugh that wonderful laugh of his. "I took care of him." He turned and looked down at me. "Ah, that must explain why your feeling so much better." He smiled and wrapped his arms around me. "You could say that." He murmured and kissed me. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck.

He began to back me up as we kissed hotly, more so then what I had expected in fact. He backed me up to the desk and lifted me up on it, making me smile into the kiss. We kissed for awhile longer before he broke, breathing hard and rubbing his nose to mine. He pulled back just a bit and stared into my eyes.

"I have it all planned out," He looked up at his hand as it ran through my hair, then back into my eyes with a smile. "Once I'm done, we'll be able to live safely… We'll finally be able to be together without having to always look over our shoulders." There such hope in his eyes, that I didn't even need to hum of his feelings to know how much this meant to him. "Or so you think." Sylar turned and held his hands up, lightning in them.

"? A Ms. Bennett is here to see you." We all looked to the door, then Sylar and I looked at Atticus who stood with a awful grimace on his face. I put a hand on Sylar's shoulder, making him look back at me some. "Go on and meet with the president. I'll take care of him." His whole body tensed, but he put his hands down and transformed into Nathan. "I swear to God, if I can one scratch on here I will-"

"Yes, yes. I get it. Big, bad Sylar gonna get me." Sylar growled some, but stalked out of the room, opening and closing the door behind him. I got off the desk and held my hands up to show black fire. "Since you refuse to be with me, I'll just have to do my-job" As he said job, he appeared behind me. Before I could react, he grabbed me and next thing I know I'm thrown into darkness. I felt a strong, pain stab in my arm, then I was thrown into light and rammed into a desk, it breaking under me making me crumble to the ground.

I coughed some, rolling over and holding myself up, spitting out some blood. "You can't even comprehend the powers of the darkness." I heard a low growl. I winced some, standing up and holding onto my bleeding arm. I looked around, seeing I was in some sort of fancy hotel. "Your little boyfriend will be by here soon, so I better make quick work of you." I turned around and saw him glaring at me, hair in his face. He began putting his hands up, palms facing me.

All the shadows in the hall way began moving, slithering to him. They came off the ground and transformed into shapes of humans, still dark like shadows though. With a horrid smirk, he flicked his finger, making the shadows run at me. My eyes went wide as I barley had time to shift my muscles and then set my hands on fire. I began punching like crazy at the shadow people, them disappearing when I did. It was like an endless stream of shadows, and with my make shift muscles and black fire, I was losing energy fast.

I was soon ambushed, and tackled, all the shadows opposing over me as I fell to the ground. I felt a punch to my jaw, a slice to my back, across my stomach and on the side of my neck vertically. I closed my eyes, making sure not to scream out and give him that pleasure. Instead, I focused all of my energy and threw my hands out, a explosion of fire coming from my whole body.

I stood, hunched over and breathing hard, blood dripping from the cut on my lip, arm, stomach and back. "Impressive. Seems your dragon fire is stronger then expected." As he said this, I heard talking coming from down the hall. I looked down in thought. I knew if Sylar saw us, he would blow his cover. I glared up at Atticus, making him tilt his head with a smirk. I sighed, praying this would work, then ran full force at him.

As I rammed him, darkness covered us. Before we were completely engulfed, I saw Nathan/Sylar and Claire round the corner. Nathan/Sylar's eyes met mine and I smiled warmly, knowing, somehow, this would be the last time I would see him.

*3rd POV*

"Gah, okay. Now what do we do with him?" Matt asked breathlessly, looking at the elder Petreillie and Bennett. "You do what you do best." Bennett said, looking down at the knocked out Sylar. The elder Petreillie was looking Longley at her dead son, then looked at Matt. "You are going to push Sylar's memories out, and replace his with Nathan's. His transformation will do the rest." Matt looked between the two, then at Sylar, eyes wide. "What? No! That's ridicules!" Before they could reply, a loud crack was heard, making them look by the door.

A boy and girl, stood mere inches from one another, blood and scars covering them. When the darkness ebbed away, the boy coughed up a bit of blood, closing his eyes and falling back, dead. Bennett took a step forward, smiling some. "Well, well, well," The girl he knew to be Katharine, looked his way, three claw marks over her face, hair cut to her neck and blood oozing from the many Orpheus that the boy gave her. She looked down to see Sylar, then her eyes went wide. But with her energy gone, she fell to her hands on knees, crying out some and breathing hard. "G….Gabriel." With that, she fell onto her side. They all looked to Slyer, who's face contorted and his body twitched some.

"You must do this before he comes to!" Bennett said, looking from the near dead girl, then turning to Matt. "W-What?" Bennett sighed. "She is mated to him, and there for he is very much connected to her. The moment he wakes up and finds her, we will all be dead." Matt clenched his jaw, glaring at a wall. "Fine. But I want nothing to do with any of this when I'm done." Angelia nodded whilst Bennett just looked to Sylar.

Once Sylar turned into Nathan, they now looked to the young girl. "What do we do with her?" Matt asked. "Don't worry about her. I'll call DOT. They'll take care of her from here." Bennett said, feeling bad for making such a choice. "Ma?" Nathan got up and held his head. "Don't worry honey. Your going to be ok."

*Normal POV*

I walked through the darkness, keeping on as much of a straight face as possible. I heard them talking. I heard how happy they all are. I triaged through, gaining some speed when I saw the glittering light. When I came into their little circle, they all froze, some getting into attacking positions. "No! Leave her be." Angelia said, holding Peter back. I stared into the fire at Gabriel. My jaw clenched, fangs out. I kept a pretty straight face, though it did look angry. I refused to cry. I would not let him die in vein.

"Hey," I didn't move, but glared at my side. Nathan stood, face confused. I knew he has never seen me before. Probably wondering why some chick is here at Sylar's Greek funereal. Some chick with three scars over her face, fangs and yellow eyes. "you okay?" He looked down and saw my hands clenched so hard they are bleeding. I looked at him, the dragon making a odd noise. I some how didn't feel angry at him. I couldn't be angry at him. I went to my hands and knees, crying silently for the man in the fire. "Nathan. Come on." Angelia said. I felt Peter, Bennett, Nathan and Anglia all by me. "He was doing this so us specials wouldn't have to be afraid any more. He wanted to be good. He wanted a free life away from all that he'd done. A life for me and him." I clenched my hands into the sand, angry sweeping over me. "And you took it all away."