Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes, in any way shape or form. Still trying to come up with that kind of money!

A/N: The parts during speech in brackets these are other people's actions.

Chapter One- Awakenings

"Oh my god. I think he's awake," was the first thing Sylar heard when he woke up. Shaking his head his vision swayed into focus. He was in a room. No, not just any room, his old apartment. He jumped up. He didn't remember coming back, and re-decorating it… He'd destroyed all of these things. He looked himself in the mirror. He was wearing pajama pants, a t-shirt and his hair- his hair was just as long as it had been before Mr. Bennet had had it shaved.

"Yes! He's up!" he heard, this voice quite like the last. It was high, and shrill, and very excited.

He looked outside of his room, where about five girls all looked up at him, eyes bright. Some were teenagers, and some weren't. One of them, a shy looking brunette teenager, fainted. His jaw dropped without him noticing. He was too confused. He backed into his room and tried to telekinetically close the door…

Nothing happened.

Angrily, he stormed back out, "What the hell have you done to me?"

They all stared back at him in starry-eyed wonder. A blonde girl stepped forward. She smiled nervously (more to herself), then looked at him concerned "I think he's in shock. Gabe, are you alright? You hit your head pretty hard."

"Hit my head? Gabe? MY NAME IS SYLAR!" He kept getting angrier and angrier as his head began to throb. He couldn't be just normal old Gabriel again. And what were all of these girls doing in his apartment? The blonde girl looked around.

"I think you all'd better leave. Something's wrong. I'll figure it out," she advised. Once everyone had left, she walked over to him, "Okay, what's up with you?"

"My powers are gone. All of them! I- And who are you? Why'd you call me Gabe?" he gasped, actually going into shock.

"Hmm… Maybe I'd better call Peter. Or Mohinder. You're having false memories, now…" before Sylar could say anything, she whipped out a cellphone and hit a number, "Hey, Mohinder, It's me- come quick. Yeah, it's about Gabe. I think something's wrong. He keeps asking about his powers. Yeah. Plural. He insists his name isn't Gabriel either… Okay, I'll be waiting."

Sylar silently stared at the wall. Where was he? Who was this girl? Why didn't he have any powers? After all he'd worked for… it was gone. He had so many questions. The girl looked at him curiously.

"Do you remember- anything? Obviously you know about the powers, but- anything else?"

"What am I supposed to remember?" he inquired tentatively. He didn't want to give too much about himself away.

"Mohinder- the geneticist? Peter- black hair, kind of emo-looking?" she prompted, and Sylar nodded, "You saving the world?"

Sylar looked up at her. He tilted his head to the side and looked at her, "I- I saved the world?"

"Well, actually, it was you and Peter. You used your abilities and saved us all," she said, smiling admiringly at him, "Of course, after all that, you- you had to…" She looked away, nervous.

The door opened. Mohinder entered, looking flushed, "I ran all the way here. Please tell that it's worth it." He looked at the girl, then at Sylar. Sylar looked up at him and stood.

"From what I can tell, he's suffering from some sort of malfunction in the brain. I don't think he remembers me, but- he says he knows you and Peter," the girl told Mohinder thoughtfully, "By the way- I'm Lizzie." This time she addressed Sylar, nodding, and adding a small smile.

"Tell us about yourself, then," Mohinder told Sylar, "Who are you?"

"My NAME is Sylar. This was my apartment, until about six and a half months ago," he informed them, unintentionally coming across as a proud six-year-old telling his parents about his imaginary friend. They nodded, obviously not really listening.

"Definitely an inhibitor malfunction," Mohinder concluded.

"Do you think the tumor's gotten worse?" Lizzie wanted to know. Sylar staggered backward and landed on his sofa. Of course. They'd given him an inhibitor. But what was this about a tumor?

"What have you done to me?"

They looked at him again, and grabbed his arms to pull him up. Just then, another person entered. Peter. But he was different. Darker, somehow, in mannerism. He glanced at the sight of them lifting Sylar to his feet.

"Gabe, what's goin' on here? What's wrong? Is it your tumor again?" There it was again. That damned tumor.

"Okay, I think we're going to have to explain what happened again to Gabriel. He doesn't remember anything much." Lizzie suggested. She swept her hair into a ponytail and grabbed her messenger bag off the floor.

"Well, shouldn't you let him sit down for it?" Peter said, and Sylar collapsed back unto the sofa, and glanced at them all, waiting to hear what they thought had happened to him.

"About six-and-a-half months ago you discovered your ability, with the help of my father. Your ability was to manipulate the fates of people around you. at this, Sylar was confused even more- his power had been to know how things worked Soon after, heroes began dying at the hands of the Linderman group. Somehow, they'd worked out the code before we had. A month later, my father was killed by one of their operatives. I took over, coming all the way from India to figure things out. You met Peter through me, after hearing of my father's death. Peter and you took off to Texas soon after and saved a girl, Claire, from Linderman's men and Ted Sprague, a radioactive man. Unfortunately, Ted was captured and was going to be used as a bomb to destroy the world. You and Peter again worked together and- well- stopped it," Mohinder said. Sylar looked for more explanation.

"But- uh- then you developed this weird brain tumor in your head from using your power too much. We had to put an inhibitor in or else you'd die. That worked, until- now," Peter summed up.

"So- you're telling me I actually saved the world?" Sylar asked, unbelieving. Peter was acting like some sort of friend, and those girls had seemed to admire him.

"Gabe- everyone loves you. You and Peter are all over the news. Now we have to work out why you forgot everything. Um- we should probably go get an MRI done. See what his brain looks like. It might explain a few things…" Lizzie sighed, looking at the time. Mohinder pulled out his cell phone and walked into another room.

Meanwhile, a battle raged. Gabriel was emerging and fighting the sick, twisted mind that was Sylar. Gabriel meant something here. He was respected and loved. He had helpful friends, not powers. Sylar screamed silently- he wanted power. He wanted blood. Gabriel. Pushed him away swiftly, locking him down in the back of his mind. It was Gabriel who said the next thing.

"I'm okay." Lizzie looked at him, and Peter looked confused for a moment. He turned to look at the newly returned Gabriel.

"Lizzie, I need to talk to him for second, could you step outside? And take Mohinder with you," peter instructed, looking at Gabriel, no, scrutinizing him. Once Lizzie's straight blonde hair was out of sight, Peter asked, "Gabe, who's Sylar? You keep thinking- it's like listening to Niki and Jessica fight. That's uh- another fellow Hero."

"Sylar is the man that took me over six months ago. Actually, he's a monster. He- he likes power," Gabriel explained quietly. Peter's eyes widened a little. He took a seat across from Gabe.

"You've killed? Wherever it is that you're from? You're the bad guy?" Peter looked at Gabe, who was staring at the floor. That was answer enough for both of them. Peter thought hard.

"But I- I didn't want to kill them. Sylar did," Gabriel replied. He looked Peter in the eyes.

"It's funny. You- well, the you from here, in this universe, you mentioned him once. You and Mohinder were in this huge fight over what to do next. You punched him, and I restrained you. It wasn't like you at all. And you said, 'I was angry. I'm a different person, almost, when I get angry' afterwards. I didn't know what you meant really until now."

"He's gone. Sylar's- gone. This is what I've always wanted. To be known for something I did. Sylar's way was to kill everyone and steal their powers Peter cringed and this way- I like this way better," Gabe stated, "Peter, right? You can copy powers, if I remember correctly. Make sure he stays down. I don't want him hurting anyone." Gabe looked around. He noticed it was much warmer. The walls were a light shade of cream, and paintings were hung on them. Paintings of nothing, really. Abstract. One in particular caught his eye. It had a straight line going down the middle of a circle. One half was red and dripping, like blood, thought Sylar. The other half was white, like salvation, pondered Gabe.

Whatever had happened to him in the other world was blown away. Gabriel was in control, and Peter was on his side. Gabriel Gray sighed. He was back.

A/N: I know I'm in the middle of like, five stories right now, but I keep getting inspired from different things. I've always wanted to do a Sylar fic. Especially one where Sylar is a good guy. fangirl squee Please review!