*Peter's POV*

I threw the hammer down, breathing hard. "Come on Pete, give it up." Sylar said from his chair by the wall. "No! Emma needs me!" I yelled, then sat down in a chair next to him, putting my head in my hands. "…You love her don't you?" He asked, making me look at him, his face some where far away. "I don't know. But I do know she needs my help.." he looked at me then, a look on his face that almost made me believe he has changed. Almost.

"I need to save someone too." He closed his eyes, as if he was really in pain. "What do you mean?" I asked, sitting up in the chair, curios as to how this man could be in so much emotional pain. He stood, grabbed the hammer and looked up at the wall, keeping his face stoic. "I too, love a girl." He closed his eyes, but mine went wide. "Wait… You mean Katharine? Your in love with Katharine?" He smiled when I said this, confirming my question. "Yes." He just stared up at the wall, deep in thought.

"I don't deserve her though… No matter how good I try to be, she will always be too good for me." He laughed some. "We are almost like fire and ice, earth and air. Good and evil." he looked down at the road then. "I made a promise to her that she would be able to live a safe life, one that you and your gang stopped me from doing." I winced some, think he was about to revert back to normal Sylar, but he just stood, almost limply. "But now, she's trapped in DOT, and I can't do anything to help her." He frowned, looking as if he was about to cry.

"Hey, when we get out of here, we can go and get her. Then we can get Emma." I said, standing and grabbing an extra hammer. He looked at me with wide eyes, and I nodded some. With that I slammed the hammer into the wall, and both of our eyes went wide.

*Normal POV*

"Comfy?" He asked, making me scowl. I was in a chair in bra and shorts, hands and feet locked onto the chair. They had my abdomen wrapped up to stop the bleeding the chains caused. "So, wanna tell me the run down on how all this shit is, or can I guess?" I asked, showing my teeth to him in a snarl. He laughed some, sitting down in front of me and crossing his legs. "Well, I don't exactly have the patience for guessing games." He said, making me laugh bitterly. "Or rising a kid." I put in, making him smile some. "Now, now Katharine, is that any way to talk to your father?"

"Your not my father!" I yelled, trying to get up but the cuffs held me to the chair. "Ouch. That hurts. But, onto bussnies." I shook my head. "That's all it ever is with you. But it makes sense now. Why you and mom were always gone, leaving me for weeks." I laughed some. "To think I thought you were actually smart enough to be lawyers!" He leaned forward and back handed me at that, then leaned back and rested his hands in his lap. "Do not interrupt me." I turned my head back slowly, holding back the growl I wanted to emit so badly.

"Now," He said, straightening his posture. "No need to make smark remarks about the way we raised you anymore. You were given to use by this place as so we could be 'emotionally compromised' since we had one of them. But we all knew it was because you were too young to be in this place and you have a very rare animal. One that we hope to use to help DOT." I stared at him. "So, how about you work for us now?" I kept starring. "Fine. We'll give you more time to think about it. You have until you die." He smiled some. "Which should be by the end of tomorrow considering the blood loss."

*Sylar's POV*

"You sure this is the place?" Peter asked as we stood in front of a large building. "Yes. I can feel her." I said, making him look at me. "Fine. Let's do this quickly and go to the carnival before night fall." I nodded and we walked into the building. "Wha-" Peter did his mind thing to the guard and he lead us to the elevator. Once in I looked at the buttons and pressed the one for the basement. "How do you-"

"Like I said, I can feel her." Once the doors opened I held my hand out, throwing the two guards at the door at the wall. We walked out and stopped, looking around. "This is disgusting." Peter said, putting a hand over his mouth a nose. It is a dungeon. Legitimately. The ceiling is the earth, roots sticking down from the compacted ground. The walls are old stone, and the hall was is narrow. Blood covered the ground, dried and smeared. The place smelled of death.

"Come on." I said, walking forward, not looking at the cells with near dead people in them. "What is this place?" Peter asked. "It's where transformers are put when they can't control their power." I clenched my jaw. "Which is most of them." Peter gave me a odd look and I looked down at him. "Transformation is one of the most difficult powers to have. Not only does it almost kill you physically if you don't do it right, but mentally as well. They have an animal icon and if you can't keep it in cheek, it you take over." I said, looking back ahead.

"You know, I went into the future." I glanced down at him. "You… Were different. Good." I smirked some, looking back forward. "Is that why you believed me?" I asked, turning down a hallway. "Well, partially." My brows came together at that. "When you said you needed to save Katharine, I didn't want to change the future." I stopped at that, looking at him. "You and her were… Married in the future. With a kid." I just stared at him, then smiled, walking on.

We walked in silence after that, but not for long because we came upon one large cell all by itself. My eyes narrowed at this. I made a notion so Peter would stand back, then lifted my hand and the cell door came flying our way. I stopped it mid air and then let it drop, me walking over it and into the fire lit cell. "Jesus." Pete muttered, walking in behind me.

I walked over and kneeled down to the curled up and bloodied Katharine, picking her up and putting her in my lap. "Katharine? Can you hear me?" I asked, seeing as I was now in a pool of her blood, her body was small and limp in my arms and eyes were closed. "Come on! Come on!" I muttered, slapping her face some. She groaned a bit, opening her eyes. "Gabriel? What… Are you doing here?" I furred my brow, then looked to peter, nodding.

He walked over and put his hand on her head, closing his eyes. I held her close to me as I prayed, prayed, that she didn't permanently lose her memory. Though, I knew it would be best for her if she forgot all about me, I couldn't handle it. The thought of her not even knowing who I am, of what we held for each other? I would kill myself before I had to live the rest of my life like that.

Peter stood up, looking down. I looked down at her as well, waiting for her eyes to open. "Look, I'll go on ahead and you meet me at the carnival." Peter said, dashing off. I just looked down at her, seeing all the differences since we last saw each other. Her once long hair was now boy cut short, that spiked forward naturally from being a Drake. She had three tan marks going across her face, a claw mark no doubt. Her body is a lot smaller, her skin more pale, but even with all the changes, I loved her, if not more.

"Katharine, please, wake up." I whispered, closing my eyes. When I opened them, she winced, then opened her eyes. She looked around, then her eyes stopped at me. Her brows came together. "Gabriel?" I smiled some, seeing the normal look in her eye that I knew so well. She just looked at me, then sat up, latching onto me.

*Normal POV*

The darkness that I swam in for so long left, memories flooded to me and I opened my eyes. I looked around seeing I was still in DOT, but my eyes stopped on the man looking down at me. My heart speed up and I felt like I was flying. This couldn't be real. "Gabriel?" He smiled that small smile that told me it really was him. I stared at him for a bit, then sat up, ignoring all pain, and held onto him.

Both of my hands held the back of his strong neck, my face buried into his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around me as I began to shudder, crying some. "You were dead." I whispered, putting my head in the crook of his neck, feeling the tears run down my face. "I saw you. They burned your body! I was there." I closed my eyes tightly, shaking. He held me tightly as I cried into his neck and shirt. He pulled me back some, looking deep into my eyes as he wiped away some of the tears. "Come on, we have to get out of here." he murmured, leaning in closer. I leaned in too, needed to feel him after so long. He tilted his head to the side and our lips met. He cradled me softly in his lap, his lips soft and warm against mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, tears running down my face again, loving the feel of his arms around me.

"Well isn't that cute." Sylar looked up, his arms tightening around me. I looked too and my mouth went wide. "Aw, glad to see you too." he said, winking, making Sylar hold onto me tighter. I looked at him and nodded, making him clench his jaw but help me up. I stood, glaring at the man at the doorway, ignoring the pain the seized me. "Didn't I kill you already?" I asked, tilting my head, making Sylar look at me, then back to him. "You did, but dear old dad brought me back to life." My eyes went wide and my knees buckled.

Sylar caught me, keeping me steady as I looked at Atticus. "Are you saying he has a power?" I asked as Sylar helped me back up. "Oh yeah. Thanks to him, I'm alive and well." He said, smiling. Before any of us could do anything, his eyes went wide, then he fell to the floor. We both looked up and saw Peter walking in, looking a little impatient. "I thought you might need some help." he said, nodding to Sylar. I blinked, looking at both of them, making Sylar smile and lean down to my ear.

"I'll explain it later Mi'Amour." He purred in my ear, then dropped down and picked me up bridal style, making me gasp in pain. As he walked, Peter followed. "We need to get her to the hospital before she bleeds out." Sylar said, making peter nod.

* * *

Once Peter did his mind thing to everyone who asked, I was able to get wrapped up in new bandages and set in a bed. Sylar sat in a chair by my bed, holding my hand. "What did you say your name was again?" A nurse asked as she finished up with the bandages. I looked to Sylar, then to the nurse. "Gray." I said with a small smile. "Katharine Gray." She nodded and walked off. I laid down as Sylar stood, leaning over me. He looked at his hand as it ran through my hair, then back to me, a smile on his face.

"I have to leave for awhile, but I'll be back." He traced a line down my face and neck, touching the pendent he gave me. I grabbed onto his hand, lacing our fingers together, looking into his intense brown eyes. "Can we go to the beach? Just you and me." He smiled sweetly, bringing our laced hands up and kissing mine. "Anything." he leaned down and kissed me, pulling back just a bit, letting me feel his hot breath fan out on my cold face. "Get some rest love." He squeezed his hand against mine, leaning down again and kissing me.

I watched him as he let my hand go and turned and walked away., his body straight and strong. As he looked at me one last time, closing the door, I smiled, looking up and closing my eyes, knowing he was mine.