Though their previous conversations had not left Spock with an impression of Sylar as a stable individual, both Starfleet regulations and an appropriate sense of moral duty instructed him to offer assistance when it was feasible to do so.
Did he? No. No, he didn't. He might have been shot, but it had fixed itself...somehow. And other than that... No. No, there wasn't anything that normal medical attention could do for this. Was there?
Eyes still locked on the window and city, it took Gabriel a long moment before he was able to pry himself away form the view and back towards the...what was it?...tablet that was resting on the nightstand next to the bed that he had woken up in.
"No. Thank you," Gabriel said, managing to keep his voice evening, feeling a great deal calmer than he had when he'd woken up. No Lubbock. No forest. No guns. No dogs. He was safe here. It might have been a little...blurry at the moment exactly why he was safe here, but he knew he was safe, and that was what mattered.
Of course, that feeling crashed away when he actually picked up the tablet and looked at the person who was speaking to him. That...that was his face. Only...not his face... It was a face that was apparently his but didn't feel like his and certainly didn't completely look like
( ... )
"You are certain?" pressed Spock. He was unfamiliar with many of the nuances of human behaviour, but even the half Vulcan was more than capable of identifying erratic behaviour. Although Sylar apparently possessed a strong temper, an initial analysis of his behavioural patterns had not revealed any of the characteristics currently being displayed by the man on the tablet.
Furthermore, he appeared to be alarmed by Spock's appearance. As if he had not already been alerted to their rather unusual similarities.
"I am Commander Spock of the USS Enterprise," he said, "Are you currently able to tell me your own name?"
[location: sanctuary for all]notanemptymottoOctober 15 2009, 01:17:33 UTC
With Ashley running around the Sanctuary being a five year old, Helen had developed the habit of opening uninhabited rooms to find her. Of course she also had the habit of checking up on her patients every morning. Though most had the habit of either staying up all night like her, or being awake in the early morning. Unless they were nocturnal of course.
Helen knew about Gabriel's horrid sleeping habits (just as bad as her own) and how when he actually managed to sleep, he tended to sleep for a good long while. She stopped in her tracks and looked over her shoulder as she heard the thudding coming from his room. Helen back tracked to his door and put her hand on the knob, knocking before opening the door slightly.
"Good morning." She offered as she opened the door wide enough to step into the door frame.
[location: sanctuary for all]godlikesinOctober 15 2009, 20:18:58 UTC
Turning from the window with a sharp snap, causing a few things to rumble on the walls and drop off onto the floor, Gabriel blinked at the newcomer, his mind slowly starting to fill in what he should know. Helen Magnus. This was her house. And she had promised to help him... With what, he couldn't exactly recall, but she had promised to help him, and right now, help was exactly what he needed.
Wide, frightened eyes calmed slowly as he took a few deep breaths, easing his nerves before he was able to muster a very weak and timid smile. "Morning," He said, raising a hand to rake his hair back out of his eyes, pressing it back and down as the anxiety that was still tensing his muscles tightened his movements.
"I... Um. Hi," God. Why was that the best that he could come up with to say?
[location: sanctuary for all]notanemptymottoOctober 15 2009, 20:51:51 UTC
She noticed the timid and frightened reaction, and her eyes went over to the things on the wall that moved. Something was defiantly not right. Helen closed the door behind her and walked over to him, leaning against the bed frame slightly. Gabriel wasn't the timid type.
[location: sanctuary for all]godlikesinOctober 15 2009, 21:02:17 UTC
Was everything all right? No. No, it was hardly all right, but he wasn't exactly sure how to express that. He couldn't just say I don't have any idea who I am, where I've been, what I've been doing, or what happened to me. No, that would require some sort of explanation, and that was an explanation that he didn't have. Staring at her blankly for a long moment, his eyes shifted slowly to the things that had fallen off the wall before looking back over to her and shaking his head.
No. No, everything wasn't all right.
"I'm sorry," Gabriel said. "I didn't mean..." He started before closing his mouth again, shaking his head slowly. What didn't he mean? He didn't even know that much.
So, that was weird. Sylar not acting cool and composed wasn't something that Billy expected. Even when he'd been 'Gabriel' or whoever, he had never acted as skittish as that. And since Billy's sort of thinking that just maybe, he could have some sort of alliance with Sylar (or be friends with him, but that just sounds weird and weak, and Billy doesn't need to appear any more weak), he decides it's probably a good idea to check in.
And well, Sylar had helped him fix his face. He owes him this at least.
"Sylar?" Pause, as Billy sets aside his gun, staring at his tablet and adjusting the goggles on his forehead. "Or, uh, Gabriel, whatever your name is this week. Everything okay?"
Sylar? No. No, that didn't feel like his name, either. No more than Gabriel did. But the voice and face that greeted him was familiar, his mind filling in the blanks that had been there a second before with the information that he needed to know. A relaxed smile spread across his face a moment later as the descriptor of friend settled into his memory.
"Hey, kid," Gabriel said after a moment as he raised a hand to rake through his hair. "And... Well, not exactly."
Understatement of the century, but he wasn't really sure exactly what Billy could do to help. Unless he happened to have a memory mending gun handy.
Okay, so Billy's trying his hardest to be objective, but he can't help it, Sylar looks out of it, and it worries him. So, dropping the cool-tough-guy act, Billy peers at his tablet, and takes his goggles off completely.
"What happened?" Billy asks, and yes, okay, so his expression is worried, shut up.
And also, he could totally start working on that. Just sayin'.
"I'm...not really sure," Gabriel said, rubbing his forehead. "I just...woke up, and I can't remember anything. Well. Next to anything," He said, a very weak smile tugging at the corner of his mouth before his face fell back into an impassive and confused blankness. Rubbing his forehead a bit more, his eyes focusing for a moment, it wasn't until he jerked his gaze back up at Billy that he looked as though he was actually paying attention to anything.
"Why did you call me Sylar?" He asked, furrowing his brow. Sylar. Gabriel. Neither of those names felt right. So why were they what people kept calling him?
Bruce was all too familiar with that look. He was a bit of an expert in fugitive chic.
"Hey," he called quietly, not wanting to startle the guy. He had sort of seen him in passing around the Sanctuary and on the tablets, but had never talked with him before. "You all right in there?"
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Though their previous conversations had not left Spock with an impression of Sylar as a stable individual, both Starfleet regulations and an appropriate sense of moral duty instructed him to offer assistance when it was feasible to do so.
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Eyes still locked on the window and city, it took Gabriel a long moment before he was able to pry himself away form the view and back towards the...what was it?...tablet that was resting on the nightstand next to the bed that he had woken up in.
"No. Thank you," Gabriel said, managing to keep his voice evening, feeling a great deal calmer than he had when he'd woken up. No Lubbock. No forest. No guns. No dogs. He was safe here. It might have been a little...blurry at the moment exactly why he was safe here, but he knew he was safe, and that was what mattered.
Of course, that feeling crashed away when he actually picked up the tablet and looked at the person who was speaking to him. That...that was his face. Only...not his face... It was a face that was apparently his but didn't feel like his and certainly didn't completely look like ( ... )
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Furthermore, he appeared to be alarmed by Spock's appearance. As if he had not already been alerted to their rather unusual similarities.
"I am Commander Spock of the USS Enterprise," he said, "Are you currently able to tell me your own name?"
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Helen knew about Gabriel's horrid sleeping habits (just as bad as her own) and how when he actually managed to sleep, he tended to sleep for a good long while. She stopped in her tracks and looked over her shoulder as she heard the thudding coming from his room. Helen back tracked to his door and put her hand on the knob, knocking before opening the door slightly.
"Good morning." She offered as she opened the door wide enough to step into the door frame.
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Wide, frightened eyes calmed slowly as he took a few deep breaths, easing his nerves before he was able to muster a very weak and timid smile. "Morning," He said, raising a hand to rake his hair back out of his eyes, pressing it back and down as the anxiety that was still tensing his muscles tightened his movements.
"I... Um. Hi," God. Why was that the best that he could come up with to say?
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"Everything alright?"
Even though she knew it wasn't.
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No. No, everything wasn't all right.
"I'm sorry," Gabriel said. "I didn't mean..." He started before closing his mouth again, shaking his head slowly. What didn't he mean? He didn't even know that much.
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And well, Sylar had helped him fix his face. He owes him this at least.
"Sylar?" Pause, as Billy sets aside his gun, staring at his tablet and adjusting the goggles on his forehead. "Or, uh, Gabriel, whatever your name is this week. Everything okay?"
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"Hey, kid," Gabriel said after a moment as he raised a hand to rake through his hair. "And... Well, not exactly."
Understatement of the century, but he wasn't really sure exactly what Billy could do to help. Unless he happened to have a memory mending gun handy.
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"What happened?" Billy asks, and yes, okay, so his expression is worried, shut up.
And also, he could totally start working on that. Just sayin'.
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"Why did you call me Sylar?" He asked, furrowing his brow. Sylar. Gabriel. Neither of those names felt right. So why were they what people kept calling him?
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"Hey," he called quietly, not wanting to startle the guy. He had sort of seen him in passing around the Sanctuary and on the tablets, but had never talked with him before. "You all right in there?"
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