I Can Fix You

Previously on Heroes

Peter held tightly onto Sylar's hand and then jabbed the needle into Sylar's jugular and pumped the drug into his system.

"You got him," Claire says.

"Your mother wants you two to bring him up to the suite."

Nathan's neck wound stitches back together and his eyes shoot open, gasping for breath that had momentarily left his lungs.

"What's he still doing here?" Nathan demands.

"Angela wants me to brainwash Sylar back to his old life," Matt says.

"I believe it is the right thing to do."

Matt begins, "You are no longer Sylar. Sylar doesn't exist. Sylar is just the brand of a watch you used to own. You are Gabriel Gray. A watchmaker, you are good at what you do. You are a son, friend. You are a good person. You will have no memory of the people you murdered, or the abilities you have. You're just a normal person."

"I….know you, don't I?"

Chapter 2: Tell Me What To Say (And I'll Say It To You)

"Yes, Gabriel," Angela says. "We've only met once, however. You knew my youngest son, Peter, the longest."

Slowly, Gabriel pulls himself upright. "What happened?"

"You were in a car accident. You suffered massive head injuries, doctors didn't believe you were going to make it. That was two years ago Gabriel," Angela tells him.

"What? Two years?"

"You've been in a coma, Gabriel," Noah says, his face bearing no expression.

"What do you remember, Gabriel?" Angela asks, her direct stare boring into Gabriel's skull, making him slightly uncomfortable.

Gabriel stared, looking at nothing in particular, but his brows furrowed a bit, "I…I'm not sure. It was Valentines Day, and Mamma Mia was performing in Times Square. There was so much snow, Elle was cursing up a storm about the weather re---" Gabriel stops in the middle of the sentence, eyes widening. "ELLE! What happened to her? Where is she? Can I see her?"

"I'm sorry, Gabriel," Angela says, "but Elle was killed instantly in the car accident. She never felt a thing."

Time stops for Gabriel. Elle. "She's gone?"

"Yes. Right now, you are at Walter Reed---"

"The military hospital? Why aren't I in New York? Why was I brought to DC? Why isn't my mother here?"

Angela raises a hand to silence Gabriel. "All will be explained in due time. Would you like to rest, or would you like me to finish?"

Gabriel looks abashed, "Sorry."

Instead of Angela speaking, Matt finishes explaining, "Your mother was a victim of a home invasion gone wrong. She had been raising money for your hospital stay; your insurance ran out, so she had to sell your shop and most of the possessions you two had in order to keep you at the hospital. After her death, what life insurance she had went to your hospital stay, but eventually that ran out."

"So what brought me to DC?" Gabriel inquires, his hands clinching onto the hospital sheets.

"I was an old friend of Elle's," Peter speaks up. "She introduced us a month before the accident. Do you remember me?"

"Vaguely, but that still doesn't tell me everything," Gabriel says, numb.

"I've made a lot of mistakes in the past," Angela says. "I was too hard on my sons, manipulated people into doing what I want, particularly after my husband past away. By the time I realized how alone I was, it was too late. So I resorted to asking how I could make it up to them, and Peter told me about you."

"So you felt sorry for me, then," Gabriel comments, a single tear sliding down his right cheek.

"You had no one else, Gabriel. It was the right thing to do."

Gabriel nods, wiping away the tear. "Ok, then. What happens to me now? No family, no home, no money, does not really do me any good."

Noah suddenly provides the clothes Gabriel was wearing before as Sylar, "We've made arrangements; you'll be staying with me for a couple of days until you decide where you want to go."

Gabriel slides off the bed, and pulls on the draw string keeping his hospital gown from exposing his backside. He notices Claire standing in the corner, and blushes. Claire rolls her eyes and excuses herself from the room. When he is dressed, Gabriel is beckoned to follow Noah back into the hallway, with Angela, Peter, Nathan, Claire and Matt walking behind him and at his sides. Gabriel wonders to himself why there were not any paperwork to sign, and how they knew he would regain consciousness that very day. But for once, somehow, Gabriel knew it would be ok.

They walk over to an outdoor café that overlooks the Potomac River. While Matt, Gabriel and Claire oh-so casually order water and a deli sandwich, Noah, Angela, Peter and Nathan walk over to a near-by newspaper stand, talking in hushed tones.

"He doesn't like me much, does he?" Gabriel asks, aimlessly picking off the crust of his tuna sandwich. "The man with the glasses." Matt and Claire glance at each other. "That's ok," Gabriel assures them, "I don't really like me, either."

"Uh…" Claire stutters, "why do you say that?"

Gabriel shrugs his shoulders, "The way he keeps looking over here, at me. I dunno. I have never been the most exciting person to be around. I had felt I could have done more with my life. I use to wish, growing up, that someone would come take me away and tell me my parents weren't really my parents. Don't get me wrong, they were good people, it's just that, after my dad left…..my mother was never satisfied with the life we had, always saying I never lived up to my potential. I felt so small, insignificant. As a watchmaker, I fixed old watches…and I was good at it, and I was content with it. But my mother wouldn't let me happy with that…." Gabriel inhales deeply, "Enough of that. Are there any good films out?"

Quietly, Claire and Matt tell Gabriel of all the gossip happening in the world, and Gabriel's personal monologue is momentarily forgotten.

Over by the news stand, the others quietly converse. "What is going to happen when Sylar's memories start emerging?" Noah wants to know.

"We tell him the truth," Angela simply states. "When he sees that the people who loathes him the most standing at his side, during his duration as Gabriel, he'll see that we mean no harm to him. You may not feel responsible, Noah, but I do, and I intend to correct the wrong the Company had committed on him. Even after all the things he had done to us."

"Ma, do you really think we can mold him into the perfect citizen?" Nathan asks. "What if he sees this as a way for you to create your perfect little soldier?"

"He won't," Angela says, confidently. "He will be able to see the logic in this."

"I think it will work," Peter says, suddenly remembering. "Back when the Level 5 escapees held up the bank, I was transported to the future. I saw Sylar as Gabriel. He had a son, and he named him Noah. He…he was the kind of person I would have been proud to call a friend. He was a good man, and a good father."

"Angela, you said that you still see him as a hero," Noah says. "What is going to happen that will make him a hero?"

"His father will come after us all."

"His father?" Nathan asks.

"I don't know all the details, but he will slaughter us all to get what he wants. I'm also sure that he has the same ability as Gabriel. He knows how things work," Angela says, stressing the last part while looking at Noah.

"I can do what Gabriel can do," Peter says. "Why is it only him that stop his father?"

Angela places her right hand on Peter's cheek, "Because you're not a killer Peter. It's the only way to stop him. Gabriel knew that when you went to stop your father, so he took that burden for you." Angela then, affectionately, slaps his cheek, and turns to head back to the table Matt, Claire and Gabriel are sitting.

A/N: special thanks to Angel-Huntress, smithsbabe65, the s33r, and Lady Gisborne for being my first reviewers. I'm glad you like it. I'm hoping this story is making sense b/c Im writing this in one sit thru and its almost midnight. If there are any plot holes between this and the show, im sorry, but I doubt I will bother going back to fix it unless it is one big monstrosity that I have but no choice to go back and fix.

Until then, good night and farewell.