2007-12-29: Menschliches, Allzumenschliches

WARNING: contains Season 3 Material.


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Summary: Peter finally awakens from his temporary coma and goes to visit Sylar just a little too late.

Date It Happened: December 29th, 2007

Menschliches, Allzumenschliches


It's been an hour or so after Elle has left, and Gabriel has finally made it back to his room, after collecting Elle's things from the other room. The sheets have been disposed of, and as far as Gabriel is concerned, there's no evidence aside from the bullet hole in the door. He's sitting on the bed, legs stretched out, and he has his eyes closed as he leans his head back against the headboard. The two aspirin he took are doing anything for the pain. Elle fried him pretty good.

Hour or two aside, Peter hasn't been in the warehouse since he passed out on Christmas Eve. Quite a time now, he's barely been awake that hour or so, having to recover from an overload caused by abilities he'd not even been aware he was using. Christmas, he missed out on. Four days spent recovering mentally from the backlash. One day for each of the ones he lived out. First point of business, after showering and changing clothes, were to check on the one person he's afraid might not be able to deal quite as well with his absense. The appearance is consistant with how he would often appear and disappear— a corner of the room once empty gains a form, one that stumbles a bit and puts his hand against the wall. Might have been too early to teleport… "Sylar?" he asks, looking up from where he's leaning and catching sight of the man on the bed.

It seems that once again Gabriel will be jolted out of sleep's grasp once again today, as the sudden arrival of Peter causes Gabriel to sit up rather violently on the bed. The name he calls him is fitting, given today's events. "Peter," he says, sliding his legs off of the bed and over the edge of it, coming to a sitting position. He doesn't stand, however. "You're awake."

With his hand still against the wall, Peter nods in response at first, looking relieved. Maybe he's surprised he still happens to be there. "Seems like I was out for a while," he says, pushing himself straight and letting his hand drop away finally. It takes a long moment before he takes a step in the other man's direction. The relief changes as he gets closer, mouth settling into a frown. "Are you okay?"

No, he is most decidedly not okay. Between getting fried, torturing Elle, and the struggle between Gabriel and Sylar, it's been a pretty rough day. He doesn't say as much, as however. "Yeah," he responds, shrugging. "Elle stopped by for a visit," he says, turning to look at Peter. "She's gone now. She.. walked back to the city, someone should check that she made it." After all, it would be a shame if he let her go and then she goes and dies.

"You're not okay," Peter says, calling him on his lie, still stepping forward, but having to look away as the man mentions who had been in the warehouse. One of the people he'd tried his best to hide this whole thing from as much as possible. For various reasons. "I figured the Company would find out eventually…" More so that it already had. "I'm sorry I wasn't here." Because he spread himself thin and short circuited his brain somewhere down the line. He still has to figure out what one of the… Peters did the whole day. Booze made the memory fuzzy. "I'll check on her. Maybe we should move you somewhere else…" But where… "Maybe back to Cass'… might be so obvious they won't check…"

"It doesn't matter," Gabriel says in response, looking away from Peter when he steps forward. "I'll be fine. I don't know if the Company knows. She came alone. Her phone was off." As soon as Gabriel says it, he stops talking, and decides to move past it. He shouldn't know anything about her phone! "Anyway, like I said, it doesn't matter. If the Company comes, they can take me."

"Elle sometimes does things on her own, but that doesn't mean she won't report back to the Company about it— Especially if things went badly while she was here…" Peter doesn't sound accusatory, but there is a hint of a question in his eyes. He's worried that things might have gone very badly— The hints of pain gives him hope that nothing too bad happened, at least. If only because it means he hasn't stopped taking the pills yet. "You didn't want the Company to lock you up before… What happened while I was out?"

"We proved that I am a monster," Gabriel responds softly, his eyes falling to the floor. He falls silent after that, thinking to himself, and it's a long moment before he speaks again. "She came in, attacked me, but I managed to knock her out using the shower. Then I… questioned her. It didn't go well. She's alive, but she's out there, wet, with no coat and no phone." He looks over at Peter, and he stands from the bed, turning towards him. "I don't know what else to tell you, Peter. Locking me up might be the best for me. I think Elle was right."

"I'll check on her. Elle's… tougher than she looks," Peter says softly, glancing out in the direction that the streets would be. It's fairly obvious he's tempted to go out there and look for her, find out if she's okay now. Even if he thinks she can take care of herself in this kind of situation, probably find a payphone and call collect or something, he can't help but want to go after her anyway. It's stifled as he looks back at Sylar. "I said I would help you. I can't make you stay here, we both know that, but I don't think you should go to them, either."

"Peter," Gabriel says, looking at the other man, "Elle is worse off than you think." True or not, he needs to give Peter incentive to get going. He shrugs, arms extending out to his side a little bit, and he shakes his head. "I won't go anywhere if you want to go check on her. I'll be here when you get back."

Worse off than he thinks. That makes Peter look away again, in the direction of the street. There's little chance for him to immediately get to her side even if he manages to abuse one of the more difficult abilities for him to use. "All right. I'll try and find her now. Just stay put— but if anyone else shows up…" What? Run away or let himself be captured? Not great options in his mind, either of them. He's just going to have to trust that it won't happen. If the Company takes him in, he doubts they'll be able to talk about what happened. "I'll be back." Instead of teleporting out, he takes the shot out door as his exit.

Gabriel nods in response to Peter, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Thank you," he calls out to Peter as he leaves, moving both of his legs up onto the bed and stretching them out. He hisses and grimaces as the burns scream in protest, and he slowly relaxes, leaning his head against the headboard again, much like he was just before Peter arrived.

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