Because Maxii wanted to see it...the Sylar and Mabes fic.

[sylargrrrl]

“Shit!”

Mabes ran up the steep and winding staircase with folders tightly gripped in her hand. She checked her black wrist watch frantically as she ran from the last step down the hallway. For the past few weeks, Mabes worked with Suresh. He hand-selected her as his personal research assistant. They'd spent many long, late, nights together working.

They worked until the warm rays of the sun peeked through the shut blinds. Often, it highlighted the man's golden skin, so close to her own. It seemed as though the two of them were getting closer everyday. Both were hesitant at first to dive into something as they'd both been jilted in the past by others. One to a much greater extent than the other.

Mabes reached inside of her black messenger bag and her fingers sought out the key to his place. Mohinder had the copy made up for her a couple of days ago. She was to let herself in and start on their current project. Unfortunately, getting a cab this time of day was a near impossibility. Another glance at her watch as she went for the lock with the silver key in hand.

It slid in and she turned it to undo the mechanism. Jagged edges settled into their grooves but did not click as they were meant to. Instead, when she turned the knob and pushed into the door, she was stopped short by a re-locked door. She scrunched her face up, confused as she tried it again.

Soft clicking sounds allowed the massive inhale that rested in her lungs to be released in a sigh of relief. Her hand pushed the door in, and and it then closed once more behind her. With a few movements, she had placed her bag down, taken her long black pea coat off, and started toward the kitchen. As Mabes browsed through the cabinets and came up empty, she rolled her eyes and considered convincing Mohinder to pause for some take-out later on.

She did, however, find a crisp, fresh apple in the fridge. After she took the first bite, it's cool sticky juices rolling around in her mouth, she decided to go sit at the table and start going over some files. Everyday, Mabes set her bag in the same spot, draped over the green lounge chair in the corner. A casual stroll to that corner revealed how empty Mohinder's chair was. Teeth clenched into the fruit, she glanced to the sides of the chair and behind it. Maybe it slid off and hit the floor, but no, there was nothing there. Mabes moved around the front room to find it. Finally, on Mohinder's desk of all places, there it was...open.

Eyes widened at the sight as she grasped the half-eaten apple with her right hand and made her way to his desk. Papers were half-out and clearly looked through. She narrowed her eyes and flipped through the exposed documents. Before she could even wonder what happened, a rough strong hand slammed over her mouth. It rattled her jaw from the impact.

A long, lean-muscled arm snaked around her body. It grazed her stomach then locked onto her neck. Mabes was pulled back, screams muffled and body tense. Legs alternately kicked out and dragged against the carpet. She desperately clawed and punched behind her, body trying to twist free from her captor. Skin sliced under fingernails, drops of blood were flung out and dripped to the floor.

The man's deep voice growled out after being scratched. Mabes felt her body shoved down angrily to the floor. Sudden sharp stinging pain from the use of her hands in front of her to break her fall resulted from her the friction between skin and carpet fibers. Before Mabes could even blink, the dark figure all but pounced on her. His fingers were bent and curled in even tighter as he slammed into her shoulders.

A quick gasp as he lifted one hand to rub his wounded face. He felt stubble interrupted by deep fresh cuts on his jawbone. Mabes panted as she took the moment for her own advantage and pushed her knee hard into his stomach. As he grunted and all air momentarily left his body, she slid out from under the man and stumbled off.

Loud, clacking steps rang out through the apartment but the sounds of her own panicked breaths were all she could hear as she ran. Any coherency to her thoughts was lost as Mabes fled her attacker. Breath burned her lungs as she rounded a corner and was met with a blow to face. Sylar dropped the shards of porcelain, sprinkling them to the floor from the hollow sculpture he used against the girl. Slowly, Mabes felt her consciousness drift away, her eyes blurred over. Everything sounded echo-y and distant as her eyelids fluttered weakly. She watched the man tilt his head at her and for the first time, he spoke in a low, cold purr.

“Heh, I've been here before. There's nowhere you can run to, girl.”

Mabes groaned, stubbornly she tried to lift her head and speak. From the moment her neck bent back up, it was grimly apparent to her that she wasn't going to be getting up anytime soon. The thoughts in her head became a sick wet mess, indecipherable as her eyes rolled up into her head and she hit the floor once more.

For a moment, Sylar just stared at her as she lay there. Body prone and completely vulnerable. All of the things he could do that body, to the girl raced through his mind. With each new act his smile twisted up even more. She wouldn't be out long, so he bent down and grasped her legs together tightly and started to roughly drag her away. After all, what fun would any of it be without her screams to send shivers down his spine?

Thap.....thap.....thap. A pounding, throbbing pain in her skull as Mabes heard this sound. Blackness slowly evaporated and reformed to the familiarity of Suresh's bedroom. She stared at the framed map on the wall for some time until she realized the soreness of her limbs. Her arms pulled forward as hard as she could, her eyes glanced down to notice the thickly wrapped duct tape on her sleeves. The legs of the chair she was bound to skidded across the floor with each struggle.

A thick silver strip sealed her lips together and rubbed at the edges of her mouth when she turned her head around to see what happened to the man from before. Thap....thap....thap. Again, with the sound whose source it took a few minutes to piece together. On the floor spread out was Mabes' wallet. She looked up to see Sylar as he leaned against the dresser and went through everything he pulled out of it. Thap, an id card, thap...a debit card...thap another id card. An arrogant smirk complemented his cocked left eyebrow as he snatched the one remaining card and moved toward her.

She squirmed and struggled as he tauntingly moved so slowly to her. Every word she said was a fierce sounding whimper or grunt, nothing that could be made any actual sense from. But the emotions were strong enough to convey what she was thinking even without telepathy on his part. As soon as he got close enough he let his long, thin fingers rest on her arm. It disgusted her to do it but flinching was the most base response Mabes had to the tingling sensation of his fingertips through the material of her shirt. His dark eyes glittered as he took in the sight of the helpless girl.

He raised his right hand and stroked her face, she tried to pull away from his reach. A few choice words muttered out, he smiled in a falsely sweet fashion as his fingers danced across her face to grip the loosened corner of her gag. His eyes widened as did hers but for very different reasons of fear and excitement. In one swift moment, he tore the adhesive material from her mouth, the first sounds he heard from Mabes was a shrieking scream. Sylar took the strip of tape and stuck it to the chair as he lifted his other hand and showed the girl what he held.

Her own driver's license photo smiled back at her. She lifted her eyes to meet his as she sat there in silence for a moment. That moment didn't last long.

“Who...who the hell are you?! What are you doing here?”

She gasped out each question as the man merely looked at her, bemused with her frantic queries. He flipped the card back toward him and looked down at it.

“So...Mabes, how do you know Suresh? I saw those papers you had in your bag, what are you research buddies?”

He snickered rudely at this as Mabes was still trying to loosen the tape on her arms. Sylar flicked the card back and forth against his open palm as he looked at her. She narrowed her eyes at this man. Who did he think he was doing this? Also, how did he know Mohinder?

“It's not any of your business how I know Mohinder. Now answer me, who the fuck are you?”

The man raised his dark eyebrows as he moved back over to the desk he had leaned against not too long ago. His hand slowly grazed the top of it until it hit the object he was looking for. Finger grasped around it, he dragged it away and walked back over to Mabes. He flipped open the dark gray cell phone in his hands and proceeded to go through her contacts. She could only watch helplessly, heart in her throat as she worried about what this man would do if faced with her Dr. Suresh.

As his thumbs moved to hit the lit up display buttons and reach what he was looking for, Mabes watched the eyes go dark again. He glowered at the phone and then at the girl as he showed her the contact that was highlighted.

Mabes saw Suresh's name highlighted on the display. That's all she ever put it into her phone as, Suresh. Dr. Suresh was much too formal from how his eyes sparkled when he looked at her. Mohinder she couldn't just put in from when she first met the man, when he was only her superior.

Sylar sneered at her as his finger wavered over the 'talk' button. It was true he was rather nervous about how this reunion would all go down. Especially when one considered his current situation. How would Mohinder take the news about Sylar's....condition. He pushed the talk button with resolve to get this all over with as he moved back to Mabes.

He held the phone right by her face as it started to ring.

“You're going to say hi to our mutual friend, that's it. I just want him to hear your voice, one more time”

Her eyes widened at this as the insistent ringing continued in her left ear. She cleared her throat a bit and waited for the slight pause. There it was, followed by the smooth voiced Indian, she could almost see that smile in front of her as she heard his cheerful though, harried tone on the other end. It broke her heart to have to ruin it.

“Hey, sorry I'm late but you know how impossible it is to get a cab this time of day in Brooklyn. Then I had to drop by my office for a bit, pick up some things. Have you started ye--”

“Mohinder? I'm so sorry, he was just here and I--”

She was cut off as the phone was wrenched away from her. His smile grew into a sick grin as he stared at the phone, hearing Mohinder's panicky tones on the other line. In a few seconds, Sylar had switched the call to speaker so that Mabes would be able to hear it too.

“Wait, Mabes?! Who is there....what are you talking about? Are you okay?”

The concern for the girl that laced throughout his silky tones, chipped away at Sylar. He stared at the phone for a bit then spoke.

“...Hello Mohinder.”

All sounds ceased instantly, Sylar vaguely thought he could hear Mohinder's heart stop beating. Though he hadn't been able to hear that well in quite some time.

“How have you been?”

Mohinder gulped at the other end. He sat down instantly so that his buckling knees wouldn't force himself to do the same anyway. He was dead, he saw him get stabbed. This just couldn't be but that voice was hard to mistake.

“...Sylar? What...How are you alive? Where's Mabes?!”

Sylar stalked slowly closer to Mabes. He chuckled softly. She looked up at the man with a newfound look of fear and awe in her eyes after his name was finally spoken. So, this was the Sylar she heard about, that Mohinder didn't like to talk about. A man who had killed so many and was indeed supposed to be dead. Her lips quivered against her will now as she watched him get closer.

“Mabes... is right here Mohinder. I thought it was rather nice of me to let her say hi, don't you think? I'm disappointed in you Mohinder, the lock was so easy to break. Did you honestly think that I was done, that I wouldn't come back?”

Mohinder couldn't believe this, he was already heading out the door, jacket hastily snatched from its hook on the wall. His shoes slammed against the floor as he raced out the door and down the hall.

“Sylar, please, don't hurt her. She has nothing to do with us, with what you want.”

Though Mohinder hadn't the first clue as to what the murderer could want from him. The list again, perhaps? Down the hall, down the stairs and to the ground level of the building.

Sylar slid his fingers down Mabes arm. Slowly, he moved behind her and held her chin with one hand as he whispered towards Mabes ear.

“Mohinder is mine, you'll learn that. So...I guess that makes you mine too”

Sylar turned back toward the phone, his hot breath on the back of her exposed neck. In an instant, a low growl turned into so much more as he sunk his teeth into the back of her neck. He bit down hard as Mabes bucked in her chair and cried out in pain. She panted as he moved his face over and watched a few tears fall from her eyes. His tongue lapped up a couple before he leaned back away and left Mabes there to tremble.

Mohinder was aghast at the sound of Mabes screams at the other end. He could barely hear her sniffles as Sylar put the phone close to his lips once more.

He smacked his lips a little bit and turned to the phone in his hands.

“Not bad, but your tears are much sweeter Mohinder. You have one hour to get here and then we can talk. In that time, I think Mabes and I are going to get to know each other a lot better.”

All that was heard on the other end was a mix of pleas and threats. Mabes could hear him, the break in his voice made her shake from the inside out.

“Mohinder! No, please I'll be okay, don't! It's too dangerous! Stay a...”

Sylar glared back at the girl, he made his way quickly towards her and slapped her hard across the face. It stopped her words right in their tracks as she gasped and looked at Sylar, face reddened and sore.

“I appreciate how fucking noble you think you're being but I need Mohinder to be here. So keep your pretty little mouth, shut.”

His hand gripped her chin once more, he let go and slowly stroked her face if only to feel her flinch under his touch.

Mohinder heard Sylar say all of this, he heard the loud smacking sound on the other end. His blood burned as he checked his bag when he was in the taxi he hailed. His company issue gun was there and ready. Suresh loaded it as he made his way back to her.

“I'll be there. Don't you hurt her, Sylar”

“See you soon.”

With a deft flipping motion he hung up. Sylar glanced to Mabes, she quickly looked away from him and stared out the window instead. He smirked and moved closer to her once more.

“So...what should we do to pass the time until the good Dr. Suresh gets here?”

He pulled a chair over with him as he spoke. Mabes couldn't help but to think something was off about that. She mumbled something to herself. He narrowed his eyes down at her, his hand drifted towards her hair, or rather one of her braided pigtails. Fingers curled around it as he slowly, painfully yanked it toward him. Her face forced to turn as well.

“Do you an idea about how to spend the time together Mabes? Because, I can think of a couple different ways”

He smiled lustfully as he scanned her helpless body. Every new breath tightly constricted by the duct tape on her stomach binding her to the increasingly stiff chair. She nervously met his gaze as he leered at her.

“You...you're supposed to have abilities right? But...you haven't used any of them at all. I wonder why you would choose not to. Unless, it's not up to you.”

Sylar's face fumed with anger, his eyes burned at her as he let go of her pigtail.

“Well, well. Seems as if you're not stupid. I..”

God how he hated saying this, admitting it. Such vulnerability shook through him at the words.

“I...can't use them. They're gone and I know that Suresh can help me get them back.”

His eyes softened a little as she could see just a glimmer of what the monster might have been like a long time ago, human. It didn't last as he turned towards her and held out his hand. His palm rested against her jaw and moved down her slender neck. She shivered intensely with each slide of his rough skin on hers.

“But...to be honest with you, I didn't quite know what I was going to do to get him to do it. What I could leverage...”

He knelt in close, face inches away from hers. Sylar moved once more to her ear. His teeth poised and ready, he nibbled softly at first on her ear lobe. Mabes squirmed around the best she could and resisted. A low purr in her ear was next as he finished.

“....but I guess it must be my lucky day.”

What Sylar didn't know is that this day, was a very important day. It was the fifth day. There had been no attempt made for a couple of days as it just both depressed and infuriated Gabriel. Each time he flicked his wrist or pointed his finger and nothing happened it sickened him deeply. Today, things would change.

Sylar smiled down at the girl and moved his left hand behind her head and grasped her hair, fuzzing out her pigtails. He pushed her lips toward his and kissed hard and deep. The very definition of a stolen kiss as he slid his slick insistent tongue into her warm wet mouth. It probed a bit until it felt the stinging pain of Mabes right bicuspid and incisor on it. His coppery bitter blood floated around in her mouth as he pulled away. Mabes spat out the offensive liquid as she glared at him.

As he winced and recovered Mabes poured salt into the man's wounds.

“Would you like to know something, Sylar? I remember very clearly a few months ago when Mohinder read about the incident that happened at Kirby, or what was covered about it in the papers. The look on his face when he knew that you were dead? I don't think I've ever seen him happier or more at peace in my life. Except maybe.....after he's been with me.”

The color drained from Sylar's already pale enough face. He sneered at the girl as he turned back toward her, his own blood stained on his lips. Eyes shone black at her as he moved again, each step slower than the last. Mabes felt that perhaps she had gone too far. Sylar lifted his finger to point at her as he spoke.

“You....you don't---”

Both of them flinched and were taken aback by the sound of shattered glass. Mabes gasped and looked over at the now totally shattered figurine next to Mohinder's bed. It used to be on a shelf but took a flight through the air and into the wall, scattered pieces glistened next to the foot of Mohinder's bed. Mabes willed her heart to beat once more as she feared looking back over to Sylar. A twisted grin that kept getting bigger and bigger as he realized, he was back.

Sylar smirked and flung his arm around, various collectibles and books went back and forth across the room. Many of which threatened to hit Mabes in the middle of their path. He giggled like a kid on Christmas morning as he re-lived the joy of such total power. The light in his eyes smoldered out as he smiled at Mabes.

“Today must really be my lucky day. Too bad it's not yours.”

Before Mabes could even regret the things she said, her view went from Sylar to the ceiling in an instant. She cried out as her spine buzzed from the chair being slammed to the floor. It took a few moments to realize that Sylar had sliced the legs of the chair off from under her. She was now bound to the back and the seat of the chair but that's all.

Sylar walked over to her and tilted his head as he looked down at the groaning girl. He smiled and crouched down next to her. He could use telekinesis for what was next but he wanted her to know, to feel it was all him. Strong pale hands gripped her shirt and tore it fiercely from her body. Mabes gasped and screamed as she felt her black bra exposed to the hungry eyes of the serial killer. He pressed down on her chest to feel her heart as it spazzed out, slamming against the confines of her rib cage. He slid his hands over her body, as he leaned and started fiercely biting at her neck. Sucking and pulling, his lips tight around her soft warm flesh.

Mabes quivered as his tongue roughly smoothed over her marked skin. His right hand roamed down over her breasts rubbing and alternately pinching and pulling her erect nipples through the bra's fabric. Left hand found it's way to the buttons of her jeans, pulling her against her own bonds. Her soft skin chafed from the denim rubbed harshly against it. Part of her wanted to close her eyes and imagine it was Mohinder not this abomination taking control of her body. But everything about how he did things was so very different that she was forced to stay in the moment of her body's possession by Sylar.

There was no care in his motions, he took what he wanted from her. It was fast, painful and a bit under-experienced. Not at all the gentle but firm, experienced hands of Mohinder exploring her body. Sylar more or less groped her, panting and gasping. It never mattered that he had cut open her bonds to get in better at her. She was pinned in place, or in whatever way Sylar decided for her. After some time her tears stopped streaming and just stained her cheeks. Their warmth of them a stinging cold whenever her head was forced back and the air hit them just right.

Her neck was covered in red raised markings, her body sore from his every grasping touch. His fingers slid in between her thighs and pulled them apart, one hand keeping her head in place, forced to look right at his eyes. Mabes tried to resist to keep her thighs as tightly clenched as possible, but it was not up to her. Long thin fingers slid slowly up her thigh and felt just that hint of wetness that only encouraged him. Her body had betrayed her and she now paid for it as he took his other hand and ripped open the buttons of his dark black jeans.

Sylar slid them off of his body and left them crumpled in a heap next to them. His legs were just as pale as the rest of his body as he slid off his shirt. Tossing it aside, he climbed back onto her and re-forced her legs apart. As he slid into her there was some thought on Sylar's part on how he should play this. Tease her, make her know that she may think she didn't want it but prove her wrong? He smiled as he gripped her arms and thrust in as hard as he could till resistance was felt and the girl screamed so loud he thought his own ears might bleed. She deserved it like this he felt, for getting anywhere near what was so rightfully his own.

His chest slammed hard into her own as her moans and whimpered only encouraged him to dig his fingers in deeper, making her bleed ever so slightly. He re-adjusted at one point and started to massage her breasts, loosening her bra with his thoughts as he did. Sylar knelt down and nibbled her pink, swollen nipples. Flicking his tongue over them which made her squirm and him wince from the cut on his tongue. But it was a pain he will willing to tolerate as he bit and sucked, leaving yet another part of her body for his saliva to dry upon.

Her moans got louder and louder, body wracked with immense unwanted pleasure. She was so close and didn't want to but she climaxed as did Sylar. He panted and lay against her as they both tried to catch any breath in their burning lungs. After a couple moments, Sylar stood back up and put his jeans back on over his sweat covered legs. He ran a hand through his dampened spiky hair and glanced at the watch on his wrist, it was almost time. With a lazy flick of his wrist, he grabbed the roll of duct tape from the top of Mohinder's dresser.

“Let's get you ready Mabes.”

Her barely open eyes snapped to attention as she tried to get up to run. He let her for about a half second before he brought his hand down, her with it. She made a few attempts to plead but it's not like even listened to her as he pulled a very long strip off the roll.

Mohinder was outside in his own hallway as he kept the gun drawn to his side. Thoughts raced through his mind as to what he'd find when he opened the door. Images of Mabes bloody, beaten, and worse made the man gulp and tighten his grip to the gun's trigger.

He settled his hand on the door's knob and slammed into the door. It flung open and revealed a bit of a disturbed scene, some things out of place. His desk chair turned around slowly to reveal the man who had tried to kill him so long ago. Sylar smiled, arrogant as always at the geneticist.

“Welcome home Dr. Suresh.”

Mohinder was taken aback for a moment then drew his gun at Sylar, aimed right at the man's head.

“Where is she?!”

Sylar gasped a bit, his hands up in front of him, eyebrow raised just so.

“She's fine. Please I just need one thing from you Mohinder. Hear me out?”

Sylar looked rather pitifully up at Mohinder. He hoped that the man still had the same hesitancy to pull the trigger that he did months ago.

“I said....”

Mohinder cocked the gun, a cold gaze at Sylar.

“Where is she?”

It took a lot for Sylar not to grin at the new take-charge Mohinder. Oh what fun he would be for later.

“Okay. Follow me.”

As he slowly got up from the chair and made his way to the bedroom, he felt Mohinder's gun barrel into his back. Such a lack of trust between Sylar and he, and for very good reason. Sylar spoke as he walked slowly down the hallway.

“You shouldn't be afraid Mohinder. She's fine, I'm not. My....my powers. All of them, are gone. I don't know how but I knew that there was one person who could help me with this. Mohinder I just want them back. Help me and I'll leave you...and Mabes alone.”

At this Sylar stopped in front of Mohinder's bedroom door. He pushed it open to reveal something that made Mohinder nearly turn around and kill the man right then and there. Taped to the bottom legs of the bed Mabes lay there. Bra exposed, shirt missing, jeans hastily pulled back on and wrinkled. Face a bit bruised and bits of blood on her skin. Mohinder's knees went weak and he ran to her instantly. Sylar watched the precious scene unfold as he closed the door back behind them.

Mohinder knelt next to Mabes, she widened her eyes at the sight of him and shook her head violently. Mumbling something under her gag, she was desperate as he wiggled her bound body toward him, eyes darted to Sylar and back to him.

Gun drawn out and aimed right at Sylar's chest this time, he removed the gag from her lips, gently.

“You monster! What did you do to her?!....”

As soon as her lips let her, Mabes repeated what she had been trying to say the whole time.

“Mohinder! It's a trap...they came back! Look out!”

The gun flew from Mohinder's hands into Sylar's waiting grasp. Sylar smirked at the thing, heavy in his hands as he looked at it for moment.

“You just...never really learn, do you Suresh?”

He set it aside and moved toward Mohinder, smirk firmly planted on his lips still. Mohinder would've tried to run but knew that if Sylar's powers were there still then it would be futile. He crouched down next to Mohinder and smiled.

“Missed me? Oh and as for Mabes here, well you know... had to kill an hour somehow.”

He moved his hand to Mabes cheek and stroked it, she flinched and whimpered as she pulled in closer to herself. Mohinder glared up at Sylar, how dare he think he could just take over his life once more. His heart was heavy each time he heard Mabes whimper. She didn't belong stuck in the middle of this mess.

Sylar moved in close and put his fingers under Mohinder's chin and pulled him closer. Lips were forced to crash and tongued swirled together. Mohinder tried to pull away and Sylar only went in deeper. When he finally slipped his wounded tongue back into his mouth, he gazed at Mohinder's eyes.

“So, did you taste her on me? I'm sure you did. Lean in closer and you get my scent from her, too”

Mohinder glared and did just what Sylar wanted him to, he got very angry. He lunged at the taller man and tried to strangle him. It did catch Sylar off guard how close he almost got to doing it before the Indian was flung back and into the bed. He hit the mattresses hard and groaned as Sylar glanced at Mabes then stood up. He moved toward the bed. Slowly he crawled over the pinned man and straddled him.

“I was going to have you help me Mohinder. Apparently, that's no longer necessary. So I think...”

He slowly popped the buttons open on Mohinder's shirt. Fingers grazed his smooth skin and down to his pants. Sylar hungrily eyed Mohinder and bent down and started to lick the man's nipples. His hand roamed down to pull Mohinder's cock out of his pants. A few forceful tugs and Sylar had Mohinder had him just where he wanted him. Mohinder gasped and clawed at his own sheets. Pleasure invaded his every sense as he tried to not black out from the overload of it all.

“After this, I think maybe you can get me a copy of the list. Maybe we can go on a little road trip together. If you're really good and scream for me, I might let Mabes come with us. She could be fun to play with a couple more times.”

Sylar squeezed harder and forced the man to climax, his cum covered his hands which he haphazardly wiped on the bedspread. Just as he got ready to flip over the man and give him a proper welcome home, the door flung open once more.

Gunshots were fired from two different guns as Sylar let go of the hold on Mohinder's body. This allowed the man to kick him off of him and down to the bed. Mabes snapped awake as she screamed in fright at the sound until she realized the two very familiar face behind the guns. Sylar raced from the room, he threw Matt Parkman out of the way and got one gunshot in the arm from Noah Bennett as he left. Mohinder watched Sylar leave and instantly he crawled back over the bedsheets and down to Mabes. He held her in his arms as she sobbed, Mohinder held back his own traumatized sobs as well as they just sat there.

All tape was removed from her and she changed into one of Mohinder's shirts as hers was completely ruined. Noah was supposed to meet up with Mohinder not thirty minutes ago and when he didn't call back, there was something definitely wrong. Bennett got a hold of Parkman and together they decided to try his place first. It was a very good thing they did.

No one knew where Sylar left to but they were just relieved that he was gone. Mabes shakily stood up and leaned her head into Mohinder's chest. Sylar's saliva trails dried up from earlier onto his skin. She quickly closed his shirt back up and nuzzled into him again.

“I-i'm so sorry Mohinder. He ..he made me, I didn't want to do any of it.”

Mohinder furrowed his brow at her as he reached for her face, she couldn't help but flinch at the initial moment the action was made. A finger to her pursed lips.

“Shh. Stop that right now. I'm the one whose sorry for getting you involved in this. But trust me, he'll never hurt you again. I'm not going to let him.”

Mohinder went over to Noah and Parkman with a steely look in his usual soft brown eyes.

“Sylar must be stopped, permanently. I know how to find him, he's going to pay for what he's done to her. Are you with me?”

Mabes worried at the tone of Mohinder's voice, it was so much colder than she was used to. But she knew that one the man set his mind to something, he got it done. A man like Sylar...would be hard to stop and Mabes knew that whenever Mohinder now touched her, touched her skin, tasted her body...that she would always see him. Always feel those rough hands and hear that voice. Another life, the potential for happiness was ruined by Sylar