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[heroslayer]

He'd let her sleep until somewhere nearing nine o'clock the next morning, occupying his own time spent awake thumbing through a book, sure that it was the safest of all of his options. She'd gotten up, surprisingly without complaint, taken a few minutes to get her bearings, then slipped out the door to bring back the breakfast she'd promised him the night before. He wasn't sure why she hadn't asked what he'd wanted, whether she figured they liked the same things or if she'd simply forgotten, but it had amused him just the same.

Returning to the couch, a hint of a smile on his face, he'd pulled his book back into his lap and waited for her to return. And some twenty minutes later she had, carrying two take-out plates full of surprisingly decent pancakes and a half gallon of ice cream -- for the pancakes, of course. They'd moved into the kitchen and she'd pestered him into telling the rest of his life story as they ate.

Now out of words, or at least things he could talk about without having to edit immensely, the sat in silence as they finished up their breakfast. After a moment, though, he couldn't help but suggest, "Your turn."

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[howmanyangels.livejournal.com]

She'd slept soundly that night. So soundly that he probably could have killed her had he desired to do so. Perhaps she had let her guard down a bit too much too soon, but he had been pleasant when he woke her up, and though confused initially, she'd quickly remembered everything that had happened the night before, and the fact that all of that hadn't just been a dream. Breakfast had been promised, and she left quickly, needing a bit of air, and it wasn't until she was half way down the street that she remembered she hadn't even asked what he liked. Pancakes though...they seemed safe.

She'd smiled her way through his history, laughing at bits, and having to bite back apologies for others. Of course they were never her fault, but there were times where it would seem right for her to hug him, something, but she stayed in her spot.

"Oh, but I'm no good at telling stories," she said a laugh, as she pushed her last bit of pancake around in the mess of melted ice cream and syrup on her plate. It gave her something to do with her hands as she tried to avoid the question, but knew that really, it would only be fair if she told hers, now that she'd gotten him to tell his.

"Well...I've always lived in an apartment. At least...I think so. I can't remember all that far back, and Dad doesn't really talk about times before it was just the two of us all that much. I think it hurts. Him. That my Mom left. She did that when I was six, though. So, a bit before you, but then again, with our age difference..." She trailed off for a minute, and then shook her head. No, those were tiny, minor details that weren't all that important.

"Anyway. After Mom left, Dad sort of...became obsessed with having everything be best for me. I got sent to private school, too. An all girls school, too. Enrolled me in dance and piano and all that sort of thing. Wanted me to "find my talent", he put it. You know, wanted me to excel in something, so he pushed me when it came to school work too. Disappointed in Bs and all that." She laughed for a moment, a memory running through her mind, and she used it to take a quick drink of water, too. "I don't think it all really worked out the way he would have liked it, though."

"High school was...high school. I didn't care about sneaking off to see boys and all that, so I didn't really have any friends. Dad seemed pleased with that though, since it meant that I spent all my time focusing on my studies. And then came college. I applied to Stanford, and I got in. And a right before I was supposed to go, Dad had a heart attack and couldn't work." Her gaze went to her plate now, continuing to push the food around. "So, because of that, I couldn't go. Despite the scholarship, but, I had to work to keep up the payments on rent for the apartment and the shop, and then for his medical bills. And even though he's been able to work now for a few years, I haven't had the balls to reapply. I don't want to risk getting rejected, I guess. And...now I'm here with you."

[heroslayer]

He listened in silence, marveling at how things were so damn similar in places and then completely different in others. Her mother had walked out when she was six; his father -- his real father -- had sold him at about that age. Her father had shipped her off to a girl's school; he'd gone to Catholic school. Neither of them had had any real friends in high school. She had gotten the chance to go to college only to have to drop out and work; he had never had the opportunity because his mother just couldn't support them anymore and he'd had to go to work. It was like looking in a fun house mirror -- the basic shape was still there, but everything else got twisted to the point of being just slightly wrong. It was odd, and it left him shaking his head at a loss for words when she finished.

"You're lucky you even got the chance to go," he muttered into the remains of his breakfast. A long pause, and then louder, "How'd you meet Chandra, by the way?" She hadn't covered that much, and he was hoping for another point of true commonality while he tried to wrap his head the rest of the way around their parallel histories.

[howmanyangels.livejournal.com]

"I don't know...I guess? But, I can't help but wonder if I'd be more content if I hadn't at all." Which should be understandable. The chance to go had been dangled in front of her, only to be ripped away. Sort of like the first experience with Chandra, really. That had made it hurt all that much more for her.

"She showed up one day I was covering for Dad. He had to go in and have some tests. She had this watch on, and, since I just...knew it was wrong, I thought that's what she was there for.. She said it wasn't. That she hadn't even realised that there was something wrong with it." She bit her lip, finally setting the fork down. "Truth was that she was there to see me. About...that, really. She gave me a book, and told me to read it, and after I was through it two days later I called her."

[heroslayer]

He nodded, almost relieved that their first meeting had been the same. "That's how it happened for me, too. Then he went through a bunch of tests, trying to figure out what my ability was. He couldn't find anything, told me I was nothing special, and we had a fight that ended with me coming back to the shop and calling Brian Davis. I just -- I needed to know why he was so much more important than me."

[howmanyangels.livejournal.com]

"That's just about how it went along for me too."

She let silence fall between them again, for a minute as she tried to find what else to say. They were up to date on each other now. Their lives were different, yet had elements, and important ones at that, that connected them. It was odd, to say the least.

"What...now?"

[heroslayer]

"Good question." He pushed his fork away, letting it drop into the soup the syrup and ice cream had made, and leaned back in his chair. "You know, I almost wish you weren't me. As interesting as this has been, I haven't touched anyone in months."

And while the hunger was quiet now, he still wanted something new. It was his right, after the hell he'd endured the past few months. He deserved it and there were plenty of people just wandering around the city who didn't deserve what they had.

[howmanyangels.livejournal.com]

"Just almost?" There was a bit of a smile at that, accompanied by a flush. A compliment, as she took it as, was a compliment after all. "Does that mean you're not going to kill me?"

A brief pause, and then she let a smile spread across her face. "I'm all for getting something new."

[heroslayer]

"Not right now. Maybe later." It depended largely on how tempting her pyrokinesis became and if that draw came to outweigh his interest in her.

He offered her a small, sick smile at the thought and shifted a bit in his chair. "Don't suppose you've been keeping a list of people with abilities? A map? Something like that? I used to, but ... " But it was long gone now, and he didn't particularly feel much like wandering around the Times Square until they heard someone that was like them. He wanted instant gratification.

[headofapin.livejournal.com]

"At least it's not right now." They could find someone for him to take it from later. Someone else, since they surely existed.

"Not on me." She frowned for a moment, going deep in thought before her her mind clicked together, and a smirk spread across her face. "I'll be right back."

And with that she got up, disappearing from the kitchen and out to the hall to make a phone call. Her return was just five minutes later, with a triumphant smile on her face as she set her phone down in front of him, that now had the name and number of a woman. "Cloaking. It was the best I could do."

[heroslayer]

He arched his eyebrows as she returned. "You have Abilities 'R' Us on speed dial or something?"

[headofapin.livejournal.com]

"No." A grin. "I have Chandra. And she's been very gracious about letting me help her when I can. The ones I've taken...well, not everyone is so accepting to the change. Telling her that suicide was their only option..." She shrugged. "As long as they're far between, she believes it."

[heroslayer]

He laughed softly, bowing his head for a moment. "Guess Chandra's good for something after all."

Now why hadn't he thought of that? Ah, right. Because his Chandra had figured him out too quick and he'd beaten the man's head in. What a pity.

[headofapin.livejournal.com]

"She's good for some things." And that got him a curtsy before she sat down again, a bit of a beam on her place. "So~ You should call, and set up a meeting, and then we'll get going.

Of course. But she was more subtle, so for the time being, things were good.

[heroslayer]

Raising a hand, he called his phone over to him effortlessly and flicked it on, looking up at her. "What's the number?"

[headofapin.livejournal.com]

She nudged her phone toward him again, rolling her eyes just a bit. "I'm not doing everything for you. Read it yourself."

[heroslayer]

Rolling his eyes, albeit amused, he took the phone from her and punched the number into his. He did not hit send right away, however, instead he allowed himself a moment, the skin and muscle of his throat suddenly alive and rioting. He cleared his throat when it stilled, flashed his counterpart a devious smile, and then hit the send button. And when the call connected and whoever was on the other side picked up, he spoke in a voice that did not belong to him.

"Ah, hello, my name's Noah Bennet -- " If her version of the man in the hornrimmed glasses was, well, a man, she might have recognized the voice he was using as his. " -- I'm calling about -- ah, yes. Yes, that's it, exactly. I'm glad the woman at home office told you to expect my call. ... yes, I'm terribly sorry about that."

He flashed Gabriella a look that was equal parts surprised and triumphant and then curled back around the phone. "Absolutely. If I could just have you address?" He didn't bother to wave a pen over, memorizing where the apartment was as she read it off to him. "Thank you. We'll be by in about half an hour." Another pause, and then, "Have a nice day."

He hung up here, his throat running rampant again, stopping only when he cleared it, and set the phone down on the table. "Well. Looks like we've got half an hour to get across town."

[howmanyangels.livejournal.com]

She just grinned at him when he rolled his eyes at her, able to tell the difference between the negative type, and what that was. She stayed quiet as he made the call, getting up eventually to clean up what mess they'd made while eating breakfast, and by the time he was finished she was putting the last glass in the cupboard.

She had raised an eyebrow at the change in his voice, but didn't recognized it. For her? It was Norah Bennet, after all.

"And how the hell are we going to get across town in half an hour?"

[heroslayer]

"Simple," Sylar answered, standing up from the table. He spread his arms wide and pushed up off the ground, hovering a few inches above it before touching back down. "I can fly."

[headofapin.livejournal.com]

"Oh."

Again, she's staring at him. Was he expecting anything else? "That's...wow."

The look of shock turned into a slow smile as she moved forward to him, and bit her tongue. "So I just hang onto you?"

[heroslayer]

He smirked, dropping his hands back to his sides. "Yeah. We should go up to the roof first, though."

[headofapin.livejournal.com]

"No carrying me up there, then?"

She was teasing though, and nodded, grabbing her phone and putting it back into the purse that had been left near the door the night before. She slipped her jacket on too, and then stepped out into the hall to wait for him.

"No complaining if I don't smell powder fresh. I don't really have time to shower."

Women.

[heroslayer]

Shaking his head, he moved to grab his coat from where he'd left it the night before and joined her out in the hallway. He glanced over his shoulder, locking the door with just as much ease as he had unlocked it, and with a small, pleased smile, he moved towards the stairs at the far end of the hallway.

"How good are you at picking locks with your telekinesis?" he asked as they climbed the stairs.

[howmanyangels.livejournal.com]

"Picking locks? Well...I can do it, I guess? I mean, I do it at home when I've lost my keys in my purse and all," she replied, following after him up up up. "I've never really had a reason to pick them for the purpose of breaking and entering, though."

"Have you?"

[heroslayer]

"Not everyone's going to let you walk right in the front door with a phone call," Sylar replied cryptically, pushing the door to the roof open so he could head out onto it.

[howmanyangels.livejournal.com]

"Well, when the time comes, I'm sure I'll manage." The smile on her face was smug as she joined him outside, and then crossed her arms over her chest. "Though I have to admit, I think there's a bigger chance that they'll open up for me, than a big, burly man like you."

And she bit her tongue at that to keep herself from laughing. "...don't drop me."