I just want to clarify... I know on my profile it said that I was discontinuing this, but I decided that I could go a little further. In fact, I'll probably finish out this story, I just won't get around the to sequel I had been planning, mostly because I don't remember what I was going to do with it. Maybe I'll figure something out, maybe not. Anyway, I'll be continuing this up through chapter thirty (the end), and I'll try to work on the sequel.

I just want to thank everyone for all the awesome reviews I've been getting : )

Enemies to Lovers - Part Fifteen

"So you've had your powers back for all of about seven hours and you've already saved yourself, Sylar, Marie, Noah and Claire from Pinehearst, Molly from being killed in an illusion set up by your father, and kidnapped Mohinder from his lab," Matt began as he, Peter and Molly entered the apartment.

"My name is Gabriel," Gabriel muttered.

Molly looked up at the man in her kitchen with fear in her eyes. She backed into Matt, wide-eyed and scared.

"It's okay Molly," he said, lifting her into his arms. "He promised not to be evil anymore."

"And if there's anything that proves just how not evil he is, it's that god forsaken apron," Peter muttered, settling himself, once again at the kitchen counter.

"I don't want to mess up my shirt!"

"What a fruit," Matt muttered.

Peter let out a giggle, not at what Matt had said, but what Sylar had thought.

"I heard that!" Matt exclaimed, pointing a finger at Sylar.

"I didn't say anything!"

"But you were thinking it," Matt said, carrying Molly off to her room.

"And we all know it's completely true," Gabriel couldn't help but mutter as he spooned something green onto a cookie sheet.

"Be nice. He has Daphne now," Peter laughed.

"Yeah, 'cause that's a relationship built to last."

"I don't think we thought this arrangement out as well as we should have," Matt informed them when he left Molly's room.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, how are we supposed to fit seven people in an apartment that was only really designed for two?"

"We won't be here for long," Peter assured him. "Just until we can find a place where Dad can't find us."

"Which is basically nowhere."

"Or until we can find a way to stop him."

"Which won't happen."

"Whose side are you on Mr. Pessimistic?" Peter asked his brother.

"I'm just pointing out the flaws in your train of thought."

"You mean instead of coming up with your own plans, you're poking holes in mine?"

"Wow," Matt suddenly said.

"What?" they asked, turning their heads in unison.

"I didn't really believe it until now, but you two really are brothers, aren't you?"

"That's what they're telling us."