"Hello?" You answer quickly, slightly annoyed at the interruption.

"Mohinder," the voice on the other end drawls and you instantly freeze, not expecting him of all people to call. "I need your help."

"Sylar?" You question, your mind going blank, not able to comprehend why he called you.

"I think I'm going to do something bad," he states and your heart skips a beat.

"You're a murderer," you snap, unable to stop yourself. "You don't get the luxury of regret."

"You don't understand," he replies, his voice heavy with emotion. He sounds so conflicted, so unlike the ruthless murderer you know. "I think I'm gonna kill a lot more people, a lot more." He pauses and you take a second to try and understand what he is talking about. "I understood it before, the killing. I had a reason, to take what others didn't deserve. It was natural selection."

"What are you talking about?" You ask, crossing your arms across your chest.

"An apocalypse." He states and you tremble at his words. "A massacre." He continues and without a second thought you're reaching for your cell phone. "Half the city gone in an instant." He pauses and you realize you are holding your breath, waiting for him to continue. "They mean nothing, they're innocent- there's no gain, so why would I do it? What possible reason could I have for killing so many?"

"Wait." You exhale as you click your cell phone on. He needs help, he needs something- "Listen. You don't have to. If you're truly repentant about what you've done, turn yourself in." You ramble on, not even making any sense as you dial for help.

"I can hear you dialing 911." He states dryly and you snap the phone shut. "It was a mistake to call-" he all but whispers and your heart aches at the desperation.

"No," you gasp, needing to know that he's still there, that he is still needs you. "Wait. Sylar."

"It was a mistake," he repeats after a long pause and you sigh with relief.

"Where are you?" You question. "We can talk," you suggest, not knowing if he'll agree. There's a long pause and you inhale sharply. "Sylar?"

"At Isaac's," he replies and you frown, your heart sinking at the truth behind that simple statement. You lead him straight to another- he has killed another and it's all your fault. Guilt washes over you and you close your eyes in remembrance. "Come alone." He adds and you find yourself nodding, agreeing to anything, just to see him.

~

An hour later you are opening the door to Isaac's loft. You peer in, your mouth dropping open as you see Isaac on the ground, his head-

You gulp, instantly closing your eyes, not wanting to see the destruction as you lean against the door.

"Mohinder," he states and you spin toward him, momentarily taken off guard at the desperation in his eyes. He studies you briefly and then looks behind you almost expecting someone else. "You came alone," He whispers, almost in awe.

You nod, your hand clutching the phone in your pocket. "Yes."

"Come see," he states, grabbing your arm and dragging you to a freshly painted canvas. "Why?"

You stare at the obvious destruction, it is as he said. An apocalypse. A massacre. "Why would you care?" You find yourself asking. "You've killed so many-"

"I had a reason," he stammers. "They were broken, they didn't want their gifts- I fixed them."

You stare at him, conflicted. "My father? He was innocent in all this, he had no gifts, he wasn't broken."

He pales slightly, dropping his gaze to the floor before he looks up at you. "I'm sorry."

You blink, your mouth opening and closing, his words shocking you- "I don't believe you."

"Mohinder," he whispers, your name sounding slightly hypnotic from his lips.

"Sylar," you sneer taking a step away, your fingers tracing the numbers on your phone. "This hasn't happened, you can turn yourself in, you can-"

"No." He states as he glances over the paintings and then turns his head toward you. His eyes narrow slightly as you're suddenly thrown against the wall, pinning you in place, your phone skidding across the floor. He leans down and picks it up, his eyes flashing in anger. "I trusted you."

"Sylar," you begin, unable to move, your breathing hitching in panic.

"No." He repeats as he's suddenly standing before you.

"It was just a precaution," you protest as you feel his hand on your face and he forces you to look into his eyes. "Why don't you just kill me too?"

"Is that what you want?" He questions, curiosity evident in his voice. "Is there nothing to live for?"

"My work," you stammer as he smiles, flashing you with a toothy grin.

"Usually, people confess their undying love for another-" he whispers as he leans closer, his warm breath tickling at your ear and you shudder.

Your mouth goes dry as your body betrays your thoughts. You can feel yourself respond to his close proximity, he's so warm, it's making you almost dizzy. "Sylar," you force yourself to state, making yourself remember who he is. Because if you forget-

"Mohinder," he whispers as his lips brush against your ear and you bite your lip. "Mohinder," he repeats even softer as you feel a dozen hands moving over your body.

You gasp, your eyes fluttering close at the teasing sensation. "No." You protest weakly as his fingers trace the contours of your erection and you moan.

"Mohinder," he states once more before his lips collide with yours and you suddenly realize you have control over your body. Yet, you don't push him away like you know you should.

This is wrong.

And for once you don't care. His body molds against yours and you can feel his arousal pressing into you. He wants you. And surprisingly, so do you.

You return his heated kiss and he moans against your lips, sending shivers of anticipation down the length of your body. You've never been this turned on in your life and you can't help but wonder if it's due to his additional powers, the heat radiating off his body, the-

All your thoughts dissipate, when he dissolves your clothes away and you're suddenly pressed against his naked muscular body. All rational thought has left and you're only left with the sudden need to copulate.

You've never done this with another man, you've hardly had much practice with a woman, but it suddenly feels so right, so perfect.

"Sylar," you suddenly whimper as he his tongue teases your nipple and you arch back, suddenly realizing you're on a bed. Your eyes widen, not even recalling that you moved from the wall- your senses are on fire.

"Shhh," he murmurs against your skin as he nips at your other nipple and your fingers dig into his biceps.

You're about to protest as his lips come crushing down on your lips and you lose your train of thought once more. His hips rock in tangent to yours, your erection rubbing against his and you're not sure how long you'll last.

You moan against his lips as he wraps a large hand around your erection and slowly, agonizingly begins to pump his hand. "Sy-" you gasp, thrusting your hips up into his touch. He increases the pressure and you bite your lip as your orgasm sweeps over you and you come into his hand. Your body trembles with ecstasy and you sigh, your body completely relaxing for the first time in over a year.

He chuckles against your neck, nipping at your pulse. "Mohinder," he sighs as hips continue to thrust against your thigh and you realize he's still hard.

You smile as you run your hands over his back. "Shhh," you whisper as you palm his erection in your hand and you imitate his earlier movements.

"Mohinder," he groans as he begins thrusting into your tight grip and it's only a matter of seconds before he collapses against you as he comes onto your abdomen.

He flashes you another grin as he leans in and you kiss. It's slow and tender and not like the first lust driven kisses. It's a promise, a vow.

"Save me," he whispers into your ear as he wraps his arms around you.

"Anything," you find yourself responding, not knowing where this will lead you and for the first time you don't really care.

The End