2008-01-05: Fixing What's Broken

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Summary: Two people go into the dreams of a former serial killer in order to try and help him, as well as get a few answers, and to fix something that's broken. A storm rages as the clock begins to tick.

Date It Happened: January 5th, 2008

Fixing What's Broken


Gabriel's Dream

A hotel at night has many sleeping individuals. And from one of the rooms, there's a few that happen to be within their range, even. Walking among the fields of mist in the place between dreaming and awake, the two dreamwalkers move along. Peter reaches toward one dream, peeking inside, and then withdraws, shaking his head. Not that one. It takes a moment longer, before they come across the dream they're seeking, and he motions at it with his dream form, that looks very much like his waking form— only he's dressed in a long black coat and dark clothes. "This one," he whispers, before reaching out for her hand— dream or not. "Anything goes wrong, make sure you get out," he adds, before he tries to step inside the dream of a former watchmaker and serial killer turned protector.

Warned by Peter whose dream they're entering, Kory has modified her appearance slightly, giving him enough time to pick out the right sleeping mind in this hotel. Did we say slightly? Let's edit that to say: drastically. She looks rather like a downplayed Lindsay Lohan. Her hair is mouse-brown. She's got thick, heavy framed glasses sitting heavily on her freckled nose, and braces on her teeth. Her outfit is a completely monochrome mirror of Peter's clothes, except in grey. "We get out," she says to him, lisping slightly until she adjusts to the feel of the dream-braces. "I'm not leaving you behind for him to kill you." There are people who would never forgive her! Once she's sure she's got her dream-disguise firmly enough applied that she won't lose it, she takes his hand.

Very few would want to enter the mind of a known serial killer, especially one with the psychopathic issues Gabriel Gray deals with on a daily basis. The landscape of his dream is barren at first, empty. There's nothing to be found, but it isn't long before it begins to form around the two.

The landscape looks something like a mix between his watchshop, his apartment, and the apartment his mother lives in. The killer himself can be found smack dab in the middle, surrounded by clocks and watches that are piled over each other a thousand times, perhaps more. He's very focused on the watch he has in front of himself, poking and prodding at the gears with a small tool, the multilens on his face sliding down occasionally, so that he has to push them back up with his nose.

Off and behind him there's a door, currently defaced with giant, bold faced red letters that read 'CLOSED.' Every so often there's a scream of murderous rage from behind the door, accompanied by loud, rapid pounding, but the man sitting at the table doesn't even seem to be bothered by it.

The watch store happens to have two customers all of a sudden, coming in from one of the back rooms as opposed to the front door, closed and locked, with someone screaming and occasionally pounding at the door. Peter's eyes move around in silence for the first few moments, still dressed in black, hair falling into one of his eyes, suddenly longer than it'd been. His hand tightens a bit around the dream hand of toned down Lindsay Lohan, and he takes in a slow breath, before addressing the man in the center of the room, working with watches, "Sylar?"

Kory follows Peter in, and looks around — alert mind picking up the weird, seamless joins between the places. She remains silent, though, except to tap Peter on the shoulder and point to the door being pounded on, then pointing to the calm, silent watchmaker working away at his bench. After a slow circuit of the room, she returns to Peter's side, and finally speaks to him, in a careful whisper, as if in the room with someone very tired she doesn't want to wake. "Not quite, I don't think."

At Peter's voice, Gabriel's head snaps up, his eyes focusing on the other man through his multilens. Peter can't see it himself, but the lens give him an odd distorted look, half of his face bigger than the other half. It's rather unsettling, to be quite honest.

At the same time Gabriel's head snaps up at the name, the pounding on the door increases, the screams of murderous rage increasing in intensity for a few moments. Gabriel's eyes dart to his left, head turning slightly so that the door is visible out of the corner of his eye. He watches it for a few moments, and decides to ignore it, turning back to Peter.

"My name is Gabriel," he says, standing from the table and removing the multilens, but he doesn't do anything else. He simply watches Peter with recognition, his eyes occasionally looking over to the other woman he doesn't know.

The pounding on the door draws Peter's eyes again and he pushes the hair out of his eyes with his free hand. Not quite. The man gives his real name, his original name. "Gabriel," he repeats the name, nodding a bit as he moves closer, releasing the young woman's hand so she doesn't have to move closer if she doesn't want to. He approaches, keeping most of his attention on the watches in front of him, piles and piles of watches. "You like fixing watches? Are they all broken?" He actually reaches out toward one of the ones on the outter edge of the pile, as if he intends to examine it more closely.

Kory steps away from Peter when he releases her hand, and sort of glides over to the door as the pounding becomes more intense. She touches the door with her fingertips, and tilts her Coke Bottle Bottom glasses to the end of her nose. "Shhhh," she says, finally speaking, and frowns with concentration. She holds the pose for several long seconds. The banging and hammering and pounding on the door becomes more intense, then begins to soften, and slow, before finally petering out altogether. The feeling there's something behind the door, something dangerous, does not go away altogether, but its pressure has subsided rather significantly. The woman Gabriel doesn't know brushes sweat from her face, and turns back to regard Peter and Gabriel, breathing evenly, like a practiced yogi.

"Yes," Gabriel repeats to Peter, watching as the other man moves to pick up a watch. He turns his eyes towards Kory and watches her intently as she calms what's behind the door, his eyes widening a bit as his brows travel further and further up his forehead. "How did you…" he begins, but trails off, turning back to the table in front of him, picking up a watch.

"They're all broken," he confirms for Peter, holding the watch up near his eyes so he can look at it closely. Once he determines whatever it is he's determining, he grabs a tool, and begins to tinker with it. "No matter how man times I fix them, they end up broken again." He doesn't seem to be bothered by this at all, and his next words explain why. "I like fixing them, though. Life is so much simpler… things are so much easier when I'm just fixing things." Just like he told Elle when he was awake.

"You're good at fixing things," Peter admits softly, lifting up one of the watches since he's not stopped and looking over it. He doesn't know the first thing about fixing a watch (or anything else mechanical) so all he's really doing is turning it around in his hand and looking at it not tick. A glance is given in the direction of Kory, a worried fold on his forehead, before he looks back. "Who's at the door?" he asks the man with the watches, still holding the broken one in his hands. It begins to look suspiciously like his own watch, his own subconscious affecting the closest thing to him in the dream, without any real attempt to do so. Small change.

Peter gets a calm look from Kory in exchange for the worried expression he wears. Yes, she calmed the banging, raging thing behind the door. For the moment, at least. It may not remain so, but for now Gabriel has one less distraction.

When Gabriel himself addresses her, Kory smiles sadly at Gabriel in response to his question. "He's afraid," she tells him. "But it's okay now. He's still afraid, but not so badly anymore." She'll explain more if he asks, but that cryptic remark will do for both dreamscape and an answer for the nonce.

"Not everything," Gabriel responds to Peter, setting the watch he's holding down and picking up another one which he begins to work on immediately. He glances over to the door, to Kory, and then finally up to Peter. As for what's behind the door… "The one thing I can't fix," Gabriel responds to Peter, keeping his eyes on him even as his hands continue to work on the watch, "him."

He falls silent after that, attention focused back on the watch, and with a soft *click!*, it begins to whir, the gears turning madly, but they eventually slow down to their normal pace. He sets down the watch, picks up another. "You can understand anything," he says softly, popping the back casing of the watch off, "if you can understand a watch. The gears, the pieces, the movement, the way they all function as one. Such a complex system for something so simple as telling time…" His eyes once again move to the door, and an expression crosses his face. Sadness. "I can't understand him."

Can't fix him. Peter glances to the door again, then back at Kory, "Good reason to be afraid, I think… But you don't have to deal with it alone, Gabriel." He glances down at the watch, now just like the one sitting on his coffee table at home. The glass is charred, as if by fire, and the hands have broken off, bouncing around inside the case as he moves to put it back down. There's a curious look across his face. When he looks back up at Gabriel, he says, "That's Sylar at the door, isn't it? The one you can't understand— That— hunger as you called it? The part of your ability that you felt you couldn't stop? You're keeping him outside, holding him back."

Kory listens, silently, as Gabriel speaks of not being able to fix 'him', and Peter asks. She remains by the door, still concentrating with even breaths on keeping Sylar peaceful behind the door so the other two can talk. "Where did he come from?" she finally asks, voice barely above a whisper, and in that same soothing cadence adults use to gentle colicky babies into sleeping. "That you feel he should be fixed? Was he there before the hunger?" She's not being patronizing; she's just emphasizing the peacefulness she's exuding.

"It is," Gabriel says in response to Peter, setting the watch down. He places his arms on the table by his elbows, so that he can prop his face in his hands, rubbing his eyes vigorously, his glasses sliding up his forehead as he does so. Fixing them, so that they're not astray any longer, he turns to Kory, taken aback slightly by her question.

"He was created," he says softly, slowly, almost as if he's afraid Sylar himself will hear. "An overbearing mother, the drive to be special, Elle Bishop, the Company— there were a lot to be involved. He is the product of the equation they all created. But.. it's not just that, there's more to it— it's hard to explain," he says, his voice growing frustrated, and he turns to the watches for comfort, so that he doesn't have to look at either Peter or Kory. "It's the hunger that gives him power. It's the hunger that drives him. I can understand anything. It's what my ability is. So can he. He's the part of me that has no control. Killing people, taking powers, the hunger, the need to know more— it's him."

There's a long and quiet pause, Peter's brow furrowed in thought as he glances down at the watches. Conditions turn people into who they become, that's pretty much universally true, but there's always more to it than that. All of this is the truth, and he glances back at the door, though it's quiet for the moment, and he doesn't have to worry about a crazed killer breaking in, he hopes. "You've been able to… supress it, quiet it. First with the medication, and now… What's keeping him out?"

Kory mulls that over in silence for a long bit, and follows Peter's lead — dig a little deeper. But gently. Carefully. With understanding. Kory's forte.

"You wanted to please your mother," she muses slowly, still keeping her voice soft and soothing, extrapolating from his words. "That's admirable." Everyone wants to please their mother, don't they? And I guess your mother thought she was trying to please you, by telling you how special you are. But something conflicts between the two…" She falls quiet again, thinking it over. "Resentment, perhaps…anger that your mother — who's supposed to love you most in the world — doesn't love you just as you are? Moms are supposed to love their kids unconditionally. Grief for the same…It must hurt to know your mother expects more from you than you believed you're capable of. Is that why …" she gestures to the door, "this part of you broke free? Because you got tired of being hurt and angry and never letting anyone see it?" So the part of him that's Sylar grew inside him like a canker in a rose. "Is that why you let the others involved help you build the problem you've tried to contain but can't quite understand how to fix?" She pushes the glasses up her nose again. He didn't mention a father figure in his reply…that too could be part of the issue. But she waits. She gave him a lot of food for thought; it will take him a good bit to chew all that over.

"Keeping him out?" Gabriel says, repeating the question, his eyes leaving the watches to look up at Peter. He opens his mouth to respond, but his attention is diverted to Kory, his eyes focused on her intently as she speaks. What she says makes sense. It makes a whole LOT of sense. Being hurt, getting angry… bottling it up inside, letting Sylar grow more and more, until finally he was able to burst free. Were Peter to ask, Gabriel could tell him the exact day Sylar freed himself and truly had command.

Back to Peter, Gabriel just shakes his head, his eyes falling back to the watches. He stares at them for a few moments, brushing a few aside, until a certain one is revealed, which he grabs and begins to mess with, the tools back in his hand. Answering his question, he doesn't look up when he speaks. "Someone worth fighting for."

"Someone to protect," Peter repeats softly, as if he understands what that's like, and how that can become a driving factor in selflessness. "Like when you saved Cass from those people trying to hurt her— like you're protecting Elle," he's speaking softly, voice nearly a whisper as he reaches out and picks the broken watch back up off the table. The back comes off with a small flick of his thumb, and he glances down at it. No tools, just him looking at it. He could make tools, he learned that much in his lessons of being within a dream. "Just like the people around you influenced your lack of control— they're also able to influence the other way. Maybe that's what you need to… fix it?"

That piercing gaze. Kory sees pain, there. But she also sees reason. Logic. He's considering what she said. Genuinely considering it. She gives no outward sign, though. She continues breathing deeply and evenly in that same yoga-inspired manner. She closes her eyes as he speaks of someone worth fighting for. That, plus unconditional love would probably do him a world of good. "If you want to fix it," Kory says, finally, building on Peter's remark. "He — " she won't say his name. It might agitate him back into banging on the backdoor of Gabriel's mind. "Wouldn't die. You'd blend. Together. The best of both of you." The Sylar part of him only wants to live. Same as anyone else. "You aren't alone if you don't want to be. And you aren't weak if you don't want to be."

At the mention of protecting Elle, Gabriel looks up at Peter for a few moments, before his eyes move to the watch in his hand. He doesn't look away, even when he speaks, but keeps his attention focused on the timepiece. "I don't know if Elle needs— or wants— my protection." His eyes only leave the timepiece when Kory suggests that he and Sylar blend together. At that, Gabriel stands from the table, backing up from her, clearly upset at this notion.

"No, I don't want— I can't— no," Gabriel says, his voice full of conviction. "I'm not blending with him. I can barely control him as it is, but to actually blend with him? Make us one person?" Gabriel shakes his head back and forth, rapidly. At the same time, the pounding on the door starts with renewed fervor, as if Sylar can sense the fear and desperation and Gabriel. Still shaking his head, Gabriel speaks to Kory. "I won't do it."

Become one, meld together. Peter can't help but think about how he could have used Kory's advice back when he was trying to help Niki— how this dream walking could have helped her with the problem of Jessica, and whatever other personalities she might have knocking around inside her psyche. The renewed pounding on the door drowns out a click. Something falls into place. He's barely even paying attention to what he's doing, as pieces of the watch start to move around as if physically manipulated by invisible tools, seamlessly fitting into place, the glass fixing over, cleaning, the broken hands moving to get screwed back in, resuming the endless clockwise motions. Tick. Tick. "You're not alone in this, Gabriel. You don't have to fight him off by yourself."

Kory flinches, just a little, as the entity on the other side of the door renews its pounding on the door. She was braced for the reaction from Sylar, but not so much from Gabriel. "Then we'll need to help you become the stronger one, Gabriel…so you're strong enough that you can stand against whatever he throws at you. You've begun already." Sylar is behind a door, banging, but he has not burst free yet, even before she added her will to help him stay calm so Gabriel could speak freely. And she said 'we'. Peter. And her. And Gabriel. A tripod is the most stable way to remain standing, after all. But falls quiet, then, and turns her attention back to the door. "You don't have to be angry at him if you don't want to." she says, but this time it's obvious she's talking to Sylar. "There's no need to rage. No one is trying to hurt or belittle you now." And if he wishes to live, he may need to focus his anger in a less horrific, destructive way. But for now, Kory braces both hands at the doorframe and focuses, exerting her strength to calm him again, so he will stop banging and disturbing Gabriel.

In the waking world, Kory sits in lotus, hands on her knees, sweating rivers from the effort, but otherwise there would be no sign of strain. She genuinely wants to help this man, and had been preparing herself in advance for having to push her ability to the limit. Practice makes, if not perfect, at least increased stamina. She will probably need a shower and a good meal, and possibly even a slightly longer-than-usual nap after this.

Something has changed. The man behind the door, the monster known as Sylar gets louder, the banging increasing, another yell making its way through the wood. He does not sound happy. If anything.. he sounds stronger. Gabriel looks over at the door, the fear evident in his eyes. The last thing he wants is for the man to break through, to gain control again. He's fought so hard to get him into that room and keep him there— he doesn't want all of that to be for nothing.

Ticking. He can hear it. It's a new tick, not one of the watches he's fixed… his eyes move to Peter, completely ignoring Sylar and Kory for the time being, and he steps forward, closing the distance between them quickly. "What did you do?" he says, hands reaching for Peter, aiming to grab the watch.

While the dreamwalker who has exprience with this sort of thing can maintain a perfect lotus, Peter's more visibly reactive to the dream, his physical body taking on much the same motions and mannerisms as his dream body, just sitting down, leaned into a chair. His hands are in his lap, vaguely moving, but in response to the grab at the watch in his hand in the dream, one of his hands jerks back, in both the physical world, and the dream itself. And he's holding onto a watch in both, the same watch. A watch he didn't wear to the hotel room, one he wasn't wearing at the apartment, when he picked Kory up, either. One that may have well have just… appeared in his hand sometime during this ordeal. "I guess I fixed it." He holds the watch possessively, shifting it until it is hidden into a fist. The increased banging catches his attention, and he turns back toward Kory, "You can stop this, right?"

"Working on it, Peter," Kory tells him through clenched teeth. That soothing cadence in her voice is a touch fractured. It's a minute of going through possible avenues of approach. Reminding him that he's just a pile of negative emotions is going to make things worse. "No one is trying to hurt you," she repeats. "It's all right. You're safe." She takes a very deep breath, and the image of the door shimmers a little.

On the other side of the door, where Sylar is trying to break it down, Kory has blanked the walls, and is rebuilding the image to something peaceful. A hilltop, at sunset, with soft grass underneath, and the air pleasantly warm as the darkening sky begins to show winking stars. It's an image she's well-versed with. She's used it before; but she's prepared to cycle through images if the need to do so should occur. "Shhh. It's okay."

"No," Gabriel says, eyes traveling from the man's fist up to Peter's face, a frown etched into his features. "It's like I told you, Peter," he continues, taking another step forward, although the damage is done. "If you can understand a watch… you can understand anything." The banging on the door continues to increase despite the workings of Kory. The landscape inside may have changed, but it doesn't stop. Sylar has two to feed off of now.

Two to feed off, and one of them actually has the facility to manipulate the dream itself. The calming landscape that she's come up with outside the door darkens more, clouds rolling in. A crash of lightning slides down from the sky, hitting the hilltops. Rain follows soon after, pounding against the door, and the one outside. "Maybe if I understood everything… if I could fix everything…" he says in a whispered voice trails off, not finishing anything, headtilting to the side as he looks to the door. "Maybe I can fix that too…" He actually takes a step toward the door, moving around Gabriel and the pile of watches, not listening to Kory's words, not aware that they should, possibly, be meant for him too.

Both of them have the ability, but Peter's taking his approach. And Kory's taking hers. It's clear and easy to see why Peter and Kory are friends. She's as much of a believer as he is. Sylar bangs harder? Kory redoubles her efforts to bring more gentle comfort around him. She's not afraid; not while the door is closed. Not while Gabriel remains unagitated. These are hints that Gabriel's strength is still greater than Sylar's. And while Gabriel is strong, Kory lends her strength to him. The girl doesn't get tired like normal people. Dreams are her sustenance. And for Peter's sake, and Gabriel's, she is determined not to falter when they need her.

The rain and thunder make her look up, startled, as the dreamscape is acted on by Sylar's rage. She pauses, though, in thought. Rain can be as cleansing as it can be driving and drenching. So it rains. But it is the rain that quenches a land parched with drought. It is the rain that nourishes life. It is a rain that echoes her whispers. "You are safe. No one is trying to hurt you. It is all right." Thousands of raindrops, reinforcing over and over the calming words she speaks to him. "No need for anger. No need for fear. You are not alone."

The moment Peter steps towards the door and moves around him, Gabriel is right behind him. He moves to get past him, hopefully so he can get in front of the other man and stops him before he gets to close. His gaze shifts to Kory, and he shakes his head sadly. "He isn't alone," his head tilting towards Peter. "He has him. You don't understand. The watch— the watch," he spits out, trying to make his meaning clear, but the Sylar in the other room is growing stronger by the second.

Rain and lightning in certain situations could be very soothing, but now wind starts to pick up, slamming against the walls in other places besides the door, pushing against the window, brick, the wood… Some of the things hanging on the wall start to shake. Peter stops moving when Gabriel gets in his way, looking over him for a moment, as if trying to figure out exactly why he's standing there, trying to stop him. The watch? That draws his eye down, lifting his fist and opening his hand so he can look at the clock ticking away in the palm of his hand. In the waking world, he's holding the same watch, also turned face up to the ceiling, though his eyes aren't aware of what's going on there. He's not mastered retaining awareness of both dream and awake.

Kory turns, hands still against the door and leaning against it, to look at Gabriel. Then at Peter. She frowns. He's trying to tell them something. Her eyes go wide as it hits her what he must mean. The watch. She knows from 9th Wonders what Sylar is capable of — and what that might mean for the Peter in the dream world. "Peter, drop the watch! Smash it under your heel!" Even if Sylar does acquire her power through Peter, it'll be two against one, but that's probably still not the most even of odds.

In the waking world, she's unfolding sluggishly from the lotus; because the tick-tick-ticking hasn't been drowned out by their words. Which means it must be there with them in the real here-and-now. Her awareness of both is not perfect, but she's able to think and move, albeit diminished. She doesn't bother repeating her warning to the physical form of Peter. But she begins creeping toward the source of the ticking she can hear in duplicate now. The Dreamform Kory holds steady, but has gone silent and still as her physical body has begun putting effort into moving.

Rain and lightning in certain situations could be very soothing, but now wind starts to pick up, slamming against the walls in other places besides the door, pushing against the window, brick, the wood… Some of the things hanging on the wall start to shake. Peter stops moving when Gabriel gets in his way, looking over him for a moment, as if trying to figure out exactly why he's standing there, trying to stop him. The watch? That draws his eye down, lifting his fist and opening his hand so he can look at the clock ticking away in the palm of his hand. In the waking world, he's holding the same watch, also turned face up to the ceiling, though his eyes aren't aware of what's going on there. He's not mastered retaining awareness of both dream and awake.

Kory turns, hands still against the door and leaning against it, to look at Gabriel. Then at Peter. She frowns. He's trying to tell them something. Her eyes go wide as it hits her what he must mean. The watch. She knows from 9th Wonders what Sylar is capable of — and what that might mean for the Peter in the dream world. "Peter, drop the watch! Smash it under your heel!" Even if Sylar does acquire her power through Peter, it'll be two against one, but that's probably still not the most even of odds.

In the waking world, she's unfolding sluggishly from the lotus; because the tick-tick-ticking hasn't been drowned out by their words. Which means it must be there with them in the real here-and-now. Her awareness of both is not perfect, but she's able to think and move, albeit diminished. She doesn't bother repeating her warning to the physical form of Peter. But she begins creeping toward the source of the ticking she can hear in duplicate now. The Dreamform Kory holds steady, but has gone silent and still as her physical body has begun putting effort into moving.

"No, that won't matter, it's too late now!" Gabriel says, despair on his face. He knows what happened. Understand a watch, understand anything. It's too late for Peter. Whether he smashes the watch in the dream world, or even in the real world, he'll understand. That's the problem. He's accessed something he shouldn't have, opened up a door in his own head..
Abandoning Peter, Gabriel turns towards the door Sylar is banging on, stepping towards it. This is his problem. Sylar is his monster. Stopping just in front of the door, he places both hands on it, pushing against it so that Sylar can't open it. "You can't get out," he whispers, "I won't let you. You're going to stay locked up forever. I have people now, a life. Something I can try to make a life. I have someone worth fighting for, someone who might care about me— I care about them, you're not going to escape."

Understand everything. While that might be the case, Peter tilts his head as he looks curiously at the watch, wind beating against the door and even the man outside. He doesn't even seem to notice, as he watches the second hand move one step at a time. Kory's words filter through, and he listens, dropping the watch and stepping on it with the heel of his shoe. Even in the waking world his hand turns, the wristwatch falling safely into his lap, since his feet are elsewhere. He doesn't notice the movement of Kory's sleeping form, but he does move toward Gabriel, where he's yelling at the door, his words heard, the tilt remaining, hair falling off of his forehead and sweeping to the side. He stays silent, as if trying to fully understand everything he's hearing.

Kory hears, and processes. The watch was the connection, but it's too late to break it. Trying to calm Sylar isn't working, but now Gabriel's stepped up. This, at least to her mind, is proof he really does want a life. To do good. To be good. And she focuses her energies on him, then. The strength he's displaying, she supports. The willingness to protect, she encourages. The determination that what is good in him shall triumph over what is dark and destructive, she reinforces. The rain begins to let up as Kory shifts the focus of her mental energies.

In the waking world, Kory has stopped only inches from Peter. But she's close enough to touch him if she feels the need to forcibly rip him from the dreamscape.

"You're not," Gabriel repeats, his hands sliding down the door a little bit. He doesn't seem to have anything else to say, but what he's doing seems to be working. The pounding from the door is less intense— it isn't any less angry, but it's slowly fading. The man on the other side wants out. He wants to kill. He wants to taste blood. He wants to take every last ability for himself, and lay ruin to those who stand in his way.

Gabriel isn't going to let him. "Peter may not be my brother," he says to the man on the other side of the door, "but he helped me. He took me in after everything I did. He acted like a brother would." He slams the door himself, one heavy fist pounding into the wood. "You're staying in here forever." He turns back to Peter, quickly, ignoring the pounding behind him. "I'm sorry," he says, shaking his head at him again. "You can't be here. He knows about you now."

"…We're not brothers?" Peter repeats, letting the truth as this man believes it draw into him. He hadn't helped because of that possible lie, he'd doubted it and not spread it around to others in question, but… he's a little disappointed by it, but at the same time… He shakes his head, moving forward, maybe too stubborn to fully comprehend why Gabriel is telling him to go, because he's moving closer and even reaching out toward him. "It doesn't matter that we're not brothers. You don't have to keep him trapped alone. I can fix this. Maybe I can even make it so he never gets out." He's not paying attention to the danger at all. Good thing he has someone looking out for him.

That someone being Kory, who apparently isn't considered enough danger or interest that Sylar considers her a tasty morsel. She's beside Peter in the waking world, but not angled well enough to reach him to pinch him. But causing him pain — any pain — will do. She flattens her fingers as if for a karate chop, but drives them into Peter's side, up under his ribs. An old attack her dad taught her as a kid. It should hurt sufficiently to jar Peter loose from the dreamscape altogether.

Kory herself isn't planning to go, not just yet. Not while she can still help. Protecting Peter is priority one, but if lending Gabriel her strength gives him an advantage, she insists on at least trying.

That someone being Kory, who apparently isn't considered enough danger or interest that Sylar thinks of her as a tasty morsel. She's beside Peter in the waking world, but not angled well enough to reach him to pinch him. But causing him pain — any pain — will do. She flattens her fingers as if for a karate chop, but drives them into Peter's side, up under his ribs. An old attack her dad taught her as a kid. It should hurt sufficiently to jar Peter loose from the dreamscape altogether.

Kory herself isn't planning to go, not just yet. Not while she can still help. Protecting Peter is priority one, but if lending Gabriel her strength gives him an advantage, she insists on at least trying.

Within the dream, as the karate prod lands under his ribs, Peter vanishes. A hint of surprise and pain showing on his face. In the hotel room, he jumps back, eyes wide as he looks up at the woman who forcefully removed him. There's a hint of anger, frustration that fills his eyes, drawing his eyebrows down. It's not the same smile when he gave permission to pinch, or even punch him, if she had to. It only lasts a moment.

As soon as Peter vanishes, the relief over Gabriel's face is immediate. The pounding behind the door ceases completely, and Gabriel slowly makes his way back to the table with the multiple timepieces covering it. He takes one glance at the door, before he turns back to the table, picking up a watch as he begins to tinker with it. It's after that he looks up at Kory, as if he just realized she's still here.

"I can take care of him," he says, head dipping slightly in the door's direction. Angry as Sylar may be, as much as he wants to get out, he knows that he's been defeated. At least this round.

All right. Kory looks concerned, but she nods, trusting Gabriel. "All right, Gabriel. I'm proud of you." He doesn't know her. Nor she him, really, beyond what she knew of 9th Wonders. But she saw a little of the man Peter is trying to save. And that man, to her, is worth saving. She smiles gently at him, meeting his eyes for a moment, and gives him one last infusion of mental strength, before she bites the inside of her cheek, forcing her own pain-prompted disappearance from his dreamscape.

In the waking world, Kory lies there for a moment, as mentally and physically exhausted as she's been for some time. She doesn't even try to move. Or speak.

While sitting there, the glare he had for a moment falters as Peter feels something in his lap, something that shouldn't be there. Reaching down, he picks up the watch— a watch he hasn't worn in a few days, not since he accidently fried his own arm with electricity. There's almost no sign of that damage now. Somehow. He shakes his head and shoves it into his pants pocket, glancing over at Kory. He too stays silent for the moment, laying back onto the bed again, breath unsteady. In a short time he'll get her back home. But for now he'll lay there and listen.

It's a few minutes before Kory can collect her wits enough to try speaking. "That man… is extremely…strong-willed." Yeah, thanks, Mistress of the Obvious. "…Did we accomplish…what you wanted?" She thinks so; that there's good in Gabriel. Good worth saving. But the important question is 'what does Peter think?'

Kory levers herself weakly into a sitting position. "We can always check on him again in the future to see how he's doing if you think we need to. But at least we know the truth. He really does want to be better. To stop being Sylar." She looks a little disturbed as much as she looks surprised. "Never thought I would have sympathy — or respect — for such a person. But it was hardly entirely his fault." His mother. The Company. Whoever they are. So many factors to break a man and build a monster. "I wish him luck."

In the room over from Peter and Kory's, Gabriel is stirring from sleep. His eyes open, the dream already fading. Something about… Lindsay Lohan and a rainstorm? And Peter? Maybe Peter was dating Lindsay Lohan in a rainstorm. Shaking his head, he glances over to the other bed in the room, eyes falling on a sleeping Elle before he looks back at the ceiling, head sinking back into the pillow as he already begins to drift back into sleep again.

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