For the past seven days, Clark has done all that he can do to stay away from Peter and Chloe. The few times he has spoken to Peter, the conversation has mostly been limited to Peter's farm duties. Not knowing what to do about this, Clark has turned to an unlikely source for advice.

"Are you sure I'm the guy you want to talk to about this?"

Oliver asked this question right before shooting an arrow through the hand of a potential car jacker. Oliver was in his Green Arrow guise and he and Clark were on a rooftop in Star City.

"Seriously, you need more guy friends."

"Don't I know it? Any advice at all?"

"From everything you've told me, he sounds like a hero. You should confront him about what you know. Maybe we could even get him to join our little team."

"I know a thing or two about keeping secrets. If he really doesn't want to tell me, I'm not sure if I should pry."

"Not sure if you should pry? Prying is what you do best. If you didn't pry, Bart, Vic, A.C. and I may not even be your friends."

"Purse snatcher. Hold on."

Clark ran down the side and to a street eight blocks away. He knocked the thief out, gave the purse back to its rightful owner and returned to the rooftop, all at superspeed.

"I hate to admit it, but you may be right. I should just tell him I know what he can do and go from there. Besides, it could be nice having another hero in Metropolis again."

"How quickly you replace me. Now go on. You're ruining my mojo."

Clark smiled, nodded, and headed back towards Smallville.

Tess walked into Westfield's personal laboratory at Cadmus Labs and was astonished at what she found. Westfield inside talking to a living, breathing clone of the one called Sylar.

"Ms. Mercer, what are you doing here unannounced?"

"I have a better question. Why did you lie to Mr. Luthor about the full extent of your abilities? You said it'd take you two weeks to produce a duplicate of Sylar."

"No, I said two weeks for a perfect duplicate. This is just my first try. My next one will be the one I present to Mr. Luthor."

"What's wrong with the one sitting in this room?"

Westfield pulled her a little further from the table where Sylar sat and began whispering.

"I was only able to replicate in this first creation Sylar's intuitive aptitude and telekinetic abilities. There also seems to be something wrong with his mind. While he does possess all of the original's memories, he refers to Sylar as if he is a separate person and insists on being called Gabriel. He also wanted to wear glasses as if he needed them, but his vision is fine. My next attempt will be up to standard, I assure you."

"Would you mind if I spoke to him alone?"

"No, go ahead."

Tess walked to the table and sat across from Gabriel.

"Hello. My name is Tess. What's yours?"

"Gabriel."

"Gabriel? You're sure it's not Sylar?"

Gabriel visibly became very upset.

"No, no. That's not me. I'm nothing like that monster. He killed my mother. He killed a lot of people but he's dead now. Forever."

"Okay. What do you remember about that night at Kirby Plaza in New York, last November?"

"Just that Sylar got into a fight with someone like him and was stabbed with a sword by a Japanese man."

"When you say 'someone like him' you mean what?"

"I don't know. Dr. Suresh never really had a name for us. I guess you could call us…metahumans."

"Metahumans. I see. Well, get some rest, Gabriel. I'll be back to see you tomorrow."

Tess got up and walked to the door where Westfield was standing.

"See him tomorrow? What do you mean?"

"He fascinating. He's completely disassociated himself from the horrible things he did. Almost as if he had two completely different personalities, one good, one evil, and you woke up the wrong one. Continue your work on the final product, but keep this one alive for now. I want more time with him."

"Sure. But it will cost double."

Tess nodded and left the lab.

It was morning time at the Kent farm and Clark determined to confront the inevitable and talk to Peter. He was sitting in the living room and had been waiting for Peter to wake up for over an hour. When he finally heard footsteps, Clark swallowed hard and faced his fear.

"Peter, we need to talk about the things you can do."