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unsureidentity ([info]unsureidentity) wrote in [info]colligo_threads,
@ 2009-07-01 00:45:00

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Entry tags:!closed, gabriel 'sylar' gray

WHO: Gabriel "Sylar" Gray & Spock
WHAT: The two doubles meet with unexpected results
WHERE: The streets of Colligo
WHEN: After Luke's arrival
RATING: PG-13
STATUS: In Progress

Another piece of the puzzle to fit into the slot. He remembered Luke, perhaps better than he remembered a lot of the more recent things, but even the guilt that he felt about what he had done to the boy when he'd really done very little at all wasn't helping everything to go back where it was supposed to. The way things were going, he didn't know whether it was ever going to come back to him fully. He had all of the memories as far as he knew. They just...wouldn't come together.

And being in this place wasn't helping that along anything at all. The unfamiliar surroundings just left him feeling more confused, as if he didn't have any direction to go. He was stuck, stalled out in neutral in a rather literal sense. He didn't mind where he was stuck. No. He had a good family, friends, a woman who loved him beyond anything that he would have ever expected considering who and what he was. But it still wasn't enough when you felt as though you didn't have yourself.

Speaking of himself... The back of a familiar head caught his gaze, the profile causing a bit of a start since it was so similar and yet distinctively different at the same time. It was the first time he'd actually seen him up close, as more than just a picture on a screen. The resemblance really was quite remarkable. If it weren't for the haircut and the ears and the way that his eyebrows were significantly tamer, Gabriel would have sworn blind that they were brothers.

He wouldn't put it past Samson Gray to have a few bastards running around after all.


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[info]meritsofemotion
2009-07-01 05:27 am UTC (link)
The sensation of being watched, or perhaps 'observed' was a more appropriate term, was not a new one for Spock. Both on Vulcan as well as Earth he'd been carefully scrutinized by most he encountered and while Colligo as a whole was quite remarkably tolerant of those who looked different than the norm, it was still a fairly common occurrence. However, it was new for him to turn his attention in the direction of the offending party and find someone who bore quite a striking resemblance to be the one responsible.

Fascinating.

The thought flickered through his mind and, before Spock even realized he was doing it, he was already pausing and half-turning toward his lookalike to both greet him as well as get a bit of a closer look himself. Human, or certainly far more humanoid than he himself appeared to be, yet the resemblance truly was uncanny.

Deciding that his original intent to explore some of the city and perhaps see if he could locate at least one native who might offer information that was of use was certainly an idea that could wait, he spoke directly to the other man in his typical calm, perfunctory tone.

"It would seem our appearances are far more similar in person than I had originally believed possible."

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[info]unsureidentity
2009-07-01 05:45 am UTC (link)
"With only a few distinct differences," Gabriel said, raising a hand to his chin as an amused expression twisted his features. "You shave more than I do." It was an odd thing to lock onto, but really, he wasn't just going to be yet another person to mention the ears. It was impolite to stare, but in this situation, Gabriel couldn't see any way not to. He couldn't remember any code of conduct for when it was mutual staring, so he figured that they'd just have to make it up on the fly. Because it was going to be impossible for him to look away.

Even the eyes were the same. They were that one feature that he had always liked about himself, deep brown and, even though they were far more emotive than he would like at times, spoke a great deal about himself. And here he was, seeing his own reflection in a set that were identical. So it seemed, even in the part about being more emotion, as he caught a quick spark of fascination.

"We've already introduced ourselves, but in person is far different than through text. Gabriel Gray."

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[info]meritsofemotion
2009-07-01 12:39 pm UTC (link)
Humor. In human culture it was often used to alleviate an awkward situation. It wasn't something Spock did, of course, but he supposed it did have its uses. He also had to admit he was somewhat impressed. Most in Gabriel's situation wouldn't handle it nearly as well. They especially wouldn't be commenting on his clear lack of a 'five o'clock shadow'. A comment which Spock didn't smile at, of course, but did refrain from pointing out the logical reason he appeared far more clean-shaven. It was, in his own way, a way to react to the humor without picking it to pieces.

Instead he tipped his head at the introduction, offering his own in return. "Commander Spock of the U.S.S. Enterprise," he stated, one naturally arched eyebrow sliding a little higher toward his hairline. "The resemblance between us is rather uncanny. It also would appear to be somewhat illogical as the odds of us sharing a single genetic marker are nearly astronomical." The comment was made as a mere observation, the scientific part of Spock's mind - which was most of it, to be fair - refusing to remain silent.

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[info]unsureidentity
2009-07-01 01:06 pm UTC (link)
More astronomical than he even knew. Still, there was always that possibility.... "Two hundred and fifty years and crossed realities does make it highly unlikely. But still, every reality does have a common starting point. It's just where and how it branches off that makes the difference," He said. He had evidence of that in his own head, his own memories and Noah's. Of course, four years and two hundred and fifty were quite different things. But it was the same principle. "Even the astronomical odds are occasionally the ones favored."

It was either that or nature simply was that random.

"Your mother is a Grayson, if I'm not mistaken."

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[info]meritsofemotion
2009-07-02 04:12 am UTC (link)
Spock had to admit, the man did have a point. He also had to admit, if only to himself, that Gabriel was far more logical than most humans he'd encountered. Not counting Nyota, of course. She was capable of being nearly as logical as any Vulcan he knew. She could also be just as equally illogical when she chose to as well, but that was to be expected and something Spock rather did appreciate.

Which wasn't the point at the moment. The current point was that Gabriel had a valid one, and Spock saw no logical reason to deny it. In fact, the few moments he took to dwell on it, the more he realized that the point was extremely valid.

"Yes, that is her maiden name," he finally acknowledged, perhaps a bit unnecessarily. Another brief pause, ever-steady gaze sweeping across features he knew all too well from glimpses in the mirror over the course of his life, and he murmured, "Fascinating."

His own brown eyes met Gabriel's after the comment. "Obviously, there is very little possibility of confirming or denying what you are inferring. It is certainly plausible however."

He didn't say more, instead simply taking to studying the man in front of him and immediately taking note of something that didn't seem quite... right. Rarely did Spock rely solely on his instincts as Vulcan training quite simply stated that to do such a thing would be illogical, but there were times when even he was hard-pressed to ignore something which he felt in his 'gut', for lack of a better term. This, he knew, was one of those times. Something was off, in regards to Gabriel Gray, and whatever it was it was something he'd grown quite adept at hiding yet was clearly suffering from nonetheless.

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[info]unsureidentity
2009-07-02 04:32 am UTC (link)
"Quite, my own mutations as well as your Vulcan DNA would likely muddle any results that a comparative test would be able to come up with," Gabriel said, his jaw setting for a moment as he worked down the jealousy building in his gut.

It was a face so similar to his, and yet, it was an identity that was fully known. He had his mother, his friends, and all of his memories intact while the only thing that Gabriel had to his benefit was a bunch of people who hated him on principle, Elle, and Noah. And while the latter two individuals did make up for most of the rest, it still hurt. He only had ghost images of his parents. His true mother, the memories that were surfacing were more like a dream than reality. His adoptive mother, the memories that were strongest were lies, fabrications of his own deluded mind, and her death. Neither were pleasant.

But still, none of that had anything to do with the man in front of him. "Either way, it's another example of the wonders of biology. No matter how much we may come to know about genetics, nature still likes to stump us."

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[info]meritsofemotion
2009-07-03 04:59 am UTC (link)
"Certainly not the most logical way of viewing the situation as a whole yet an astute observation nevertheless," Spock replied evenly. He hadn't missed the setting of the jaw, or the slight flash of... was it frustration? He thought so. Idly, the curious part of his mind that felt the need to understand everything around him wondered what was responsible. What sort of thought had triggered such a fleeting, clearly emotional, response?

Still, Vulcans weren't known for prying in the business of others, especially where emotions were involved, with very few exceptions made. It was one thing to listen to Nyota, or his mother, but a veritable stranger - even if the man wore his face - was not someone he was willing to press for personal information.

He instead waited until a small group of people who were presumably window shopping had passed by before speaking again, this time returning to what Gabriel had said prior to his comment about nature preferring to 'stump them'. "You stated you have mutations. I find myself curious as to precisely what you mean by such a statement."

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[info]unsureidentity
2009-07-03 05:18 am UTC (link)
What the quickest and simplest illustration of what sort of mutations that he had was a toss up. Gabriel felt that he could have done a lot of things, including just stopped and explained as best words allowed, but instead, he finally settled on the one ability that he'd known the longest. Turning his hand over, parallel with the ground, Gabriel spared a glance as the pebbles that were strode along the streets levitated off the ground, raising along with his hand until the reached eye level

"Not exactly your average human," Gabriel said, shrugging his shoulder. That was putting it lightly. "It's not exactly uncommon where I'm from," He said, flicking his fingers, causing the pebbles to suddenly spin together into a larger formation before allowing them to all clatter to the ground. "And it's not like it really helps in the areas that matter most."

Even with Charlie's perfect memory active again, he could pull up every image that he could think of. But that didn't mean he knew how to use them or how to make sense of them.

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[info]meritsofemotion
2009-07-05 05:15 am UTC (link)
Although he didn't react with the astonishment and shock that others might to such a display, there was certainly a flash of curiosity in his eyes as Spock watched the pebbles move - seemingly of their own accord - through the air. His gaze flickered back to Gabriel, his expression impassive although his tone wasn't quite as even as usual as he admitted, "Fascinating. I know of no such abilities which exist amongst the human race, within my own time."

Pausing, he dwelt on what else Gabriel had said for the briefest of moments before he decided to break from typical Vulcan protocol and dig, perhaps a bit deeper than might be comfortable, into the topic that had only been mentioned in passing thus far. "It would seem to me that, depending upon which genetic mutation you were granted, such an ability might help in a great many ways. Therefore I find myself curious. In what areas are you referring where it is of no true assistance?"

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[info]unsureidentity
2009-07-05 05:25 am UTC (link)
"Defense against a Telepath, for one," Gabriel said, slipping his hands into his pockets as a quiet self-conscious feeling moved over him. He had very limited mental abilities, and there wasn't much that telekinesis could do against telepathy. Not unless he was awake to snap the neck of the so called intruder like he had done with Doyle. Or at least, thought he had done with Doyle. Clearly the puppet master's control had prevented him from having enough force to be rid of him for good.

Not that that mattered now. It was one less life on a conscious that didn't understand his motivations.

"Especially when I'm drugged and unconscious."

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[info]meritsofemotion
2009-07-05 05:57 am UTC (link)
Defense against a Telepath, especially when drugged and unconscious. Had Gabriel not already revealed his telekinetic abilities to Spock, the conversation would have taken a rather illogical turn at that very statement. As it was, it was difficult for the Vulcan to follow precisely why such a thing would seem so very important. Yet a brief moment of clarity made him realize the obvious: if someone was capable of moving things with their mind, it also stood to reason that someone else would have the ability to read minds in a fairly effortless manner. Therefore the defense against such a thing might seem extremely pertinent - particularly if you'd encountered such an individual before.

Still, it seemed like a rather obscure comment despite Spock's theory. So he could think of little else to say to such a statement beyond, "It has been my experience that very few have true defense against such an invasion, particularly when faced with the obstacles which you have described. To my knowledge, there are exceedingly few individuals whom are capable of it in my own time, and an even lesser percentage are human."

He wanted to add more - perhaps that there were techniques which the Vulcans had long since developed to assist in such scenarios. He didn't, however. The simple fact of the matter was, he wasn't entirely positive such defenses would even work against the sort of telepathy that Gabriel was accustomed. Nor was he certain that Gabriel himself would be capable of learning such techniques in an efficient enough capacity that they would serve a significant purpose. So he remained silent for a long moment before speaking once again so he could see if he might find an answer to any of the unknown questions that now plagued him.

"I do not mean to pry," he began, "however, given the specific details you provided for your example, it is only logical to assume that you have had such an attack on your own mind. If that were the case, I... may be able to offer some assistance, were I to know further details."

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[info]unsureidentity
2009-07-05 06:05 am UTC (link)
Assistance? While Gabriel had a decent idea what type of assistance Spock likely had in mind, it was intriguing to him that the other man would be willing to offer it. It was a complicated situation and certainly not one that he would have willing asked anyone else to place themselves in, but if he was offering...

"My mind was wiped clean," Gabriel said. "A blank slate, and they deposited another individual's memories on top of that. It was crude workmanship, however, and eventually the manipulation started to break down. And now I'm left with my own memories, the memories of the other individual, and a block which gives me no ability to put them into a coherent order, much less connect the dynamics which motivated one action to cause another situation."

It wasn't the best explanation, but it was the best one he had.

"In essence, I have all of the pieces of the puzzle, but I have been stripped of my capability to put them together."

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[info]meritsofemotion
2009-07-06 12:38 am UTC (link)
Although Spock did his best not to show emotion if it was at all possible, that didn't mean he didn't sometimes feel emotions. The key, he'd discovered, was to control the part of himself that displayed it. Stopping himself from feeling it entirely was all but impossible. Especially in situations where he was so terribly appalled and horrified that he wouldn't be half human if he didn't feel something. Situations like now, for instance.

The thought of someone completely eradicating someone else's memories was a terrible one. The thought of doing a poor job of it so that the victim was then stuck in a never-ending aftermath of what equated to mental torture? That was even worse. And that seemed to be precisely what had happened to his near-lookalike.

The reasons behind the actions didn't matter much at the moment. Oh, he was certain - unless the one who had done such an unspeakable act was truly a remorseless individual - there was likely a very valid reason from their point of view. He was also certain that it must have been done in rather a rush if what Gabriel was saying was true. Beyond all of that, however, Spock was certain of one other thing more than anything else.

Whatever had been done, he very likely could undo it. The only question remaining was whether or not he should. After a few moments of thought, however, he couldn't think of very many logical reasons that he shouldn't. He was meant to help people when he had the means, and this was certainly no different.

"Perhaps I would be capable of returning your capability," he finally spoke, refusing to speak in absolutes and get the man's hopes up. Instead he added pointedly, "I could certainly attempt such a thing, if you would be willing."

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[info]unsureidentity
2009-07-06 03:55 am UTC (link)
Any other situation, and Gabriel would have been flat-out refusing. He did have some concept of what Spock was hinting at and how he intended on helping him. Gabriel also had some concept of what a mind meld entailed, and the last thing that he wanted was someone else to have to share the burden of the memories that he had to deal with. Was it even fair of him to allow the man in front of him to accept that burden with no idea what he was walking into? No. No, it wasn't.

"If you're sure," Gabriel said, peering over at Spock. "I have to warn you, some of the things in my head aren't pretty. In fact, they're the farthest thing from it. I don't want you to have to deal with that if you don't want to."

There. Properly warned without actually being told in detail what he might see. He didn't want someone to look at him like he was a monster when he wasn't even sure that he was. He had been. Sure. But now... It was so hard to say. It was so hard to tell. And he really, really needed his mind to stop swimming.

"I would appreciate it all the same."

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[info]meritsofemotion
2009-07-06 04:14 am UTC (link)
"Understood," Spock replied evenly, clearly unswayed by the man's warning. In fact he made a point of explaining, "However, it would be illogical for me to rescind my offer simply because it might prove to be challenging." In fact, truth be told, it was because it likely was challenging that was, in part, why Spock was willing to see this through. Yes, he was meant to help people but to offer a mind meld was certainly a desperate measure when dealing with an individual he didn't know whatsoever. That alone showed that he realized there was a challenge to be faced and was willing to do what he could to approach it with the best chance of emerging successful.

Spock didn't bother explaining all of that to Gabriel, however. He instead glanced around briefly before looking back to the man. "We will require somewhere a bit less exposed than the streets," he pointed out. "I would not suggest the housing complex, either. We both may require a few moments to recover and I do not believe such a thing would be possible in either of our living conditions."

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[info]unsureidentity
2009-07-06 04:20 am UTC (link)
All right. If he wasn't going to take the warning, Gabriel wasn't going to protest anymore. Allowing his eyes to scan the buildings nearby, Gabriel nodded towards one that he had found was unoccupied during his last walk around the town, "There doesn't seem to be anything or anyone in that place. It should provide us both with an environment free from distractions and with ample time to recover from...whatever the repercussions may be."

Because as much as Gabriel knew from vague details from fiction, there was a great difference between that and actually experiencing it.

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[info]meritsofemotion
2009-07-06 04:49 am UTC (link)
Spock gave a simple nod and moved in the direction of the empty building. He gazed at it as they walked but his focus was on the meditation chant he was going over inside his own mind. His thoughts were relatively calm and focused - very little had caused him much pause since sound had returned to the city - but it never hurt to prepare. Especially when dealing with an unknown mind in such an intimate manner.

Once they were inside the building he was pleased to discover that there was very little sound from the outside that managed to trickle through the windows or walls. Good. It made focusing that much easier of a task.

Finding a spot on the floor that was clear of debris and wasn't covered in dust and grime, Spock simply took a seat. "If you would sit so you are facing me. A comfortable position, also, would not be amiss. I am uncertain as to precisely how long this may take," he stated, his tone as calm and even as was the norm.

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[info]unsureidentity
2009-07-06 04:57 am UTC (link)
Gabriel did as he was told, taking a seat across from the other man, crossing his legs underneath him as he settled down, taking a few deep breathes to edge whatever nerves had gathered in the pit of his stomach away from the forefront of his mind.

This was going to be all right. This was going to work. And the only way that he was going to be able to get through this without wanting to get up and run away was to keep telling himself that.

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[info]meritsofemotion
2009-07-06 05:06 am UTC (link)
When Spock was certain that the other man was ready, and that his own mental focus was at its peak, he exhaled once more in a calming fashion before extending his right arm. His fingers brushed across Gabriel's face until they reached the area that best allowed him to access his mind. Two hands, also, could be used if necessary but he saw no reason for such a thing.

Once he felt the telltale warning - nothing more than a mere tingle up his forearm - that he had the proper positioning, then he opened the connection between their minds while taking special care to keep his own thoughts shielded. He didn't do it for any desire for privacy but rather to prevent Gabriel from becoming overwhelmed with even more thoughts and memories that simply were not his own.

Time ceased to exist as he pressed forward, into the cluttered mess that was the other man's subconscious. The room they were in, the very city itself, faded into nothingness as Spock immersed himself in the chaos that surrounded him. His own heart served as an anchor, its rapid thumping keeping him grounded as best as anything could, but his focus was on finding the mental block that was keeping Gabriel's progress from moving forward anymore than it already had.

Distantly, the Vulcan had to admit that it was commendable just how far Gabriel had come. Equally distant was the decision that it would be best for all involved if he were to never meet the one responsible for creating the mess in the first place. He ignored both thoughts for the time being, allowing them to flicker through his own mind and filed away for later examination as, slowly but surely, he began to allow the memories of a man he didn't know slip past his carefully constructed defenses so he could better make sense of them.

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[info]unsureidentity
2009-07-06 05:30 am UTC (link)
"Daddy, where are we going?" The images were of a dirt road seemingly in the middle of nowhere, a child's nose pressed up against the glass of the back window.

"Out," was the gruff reply that was soothed by a soft whispering from a voice that was just out of reach, faded by years gone by.

Gabriel own heart was beating with a rapid pace, fear, anxiety, and an understanding of what was coming next pressing him in his struggle to keep from ripping away.

"These are your new parents now."

"Daddy?" The question was small, confused, as the younger Gabriel watched his father turn and walk away from him, out of the diner and toward the car. "Daddy! No! Don't leave me here!"

Another flash, violence, a struggle, blood against the back window that his nose had been pressed against mere minutes before, a body rolling out of the car as it peeled away.

"Mommy?"

Years passed by in a flash. Nothing worth holding onto, nothing worth making sense of.

"Mommy... Mommy." A soft hand on his forehead, a quiet voice soothing away nightmares.

Those memories no longer recalled, nose pressed against another window. "When is Daddy going to came back?" A tiny voice asks as a woman in the next room cries.

Years more. Potential wasted. A life put on hold.

"You could be so much more, Gabriel, if you just tried harder."

"I'm doing the best I can, Mom."

Bitterness, anger, frustration.

"I came to find you, Gabriel. My name is Chandra Suresh."

Hope.

"It is so futile. And I wanted to be ... important."

"You are important, Gabriel."

Desperation. Fear. Anxiety.

"I'm so close. I can feel it. You came to me! I'm on your list!"

"These tests aren't 100%."

"Don't give up on me."

"There are other opportunities I need to focus on. ... You better leave now, Mr. Gray."

Devastation.

"Don't worry, Brian. I can fix it."

Guilt. Enormous, tremendous guilt magnified several times over. Fear, grief, resignation. The death grip of a rope choking the life out of him.

Renewed hope. Love. Understanding. Kindness.

Betrayal. Pain. Lost. So, so very lost.

Forgive me father for I have sinned.

A purpose, a reworked understanding of the world, death, death, so much death. Ignore the guilt. Push it to the back of your mind. Justify it. Justify it.

"Mommy."

Blood on his hands. What is done cannot be undone. What is done cannot be undone.

"I'm the hero, and you're the villain."

Murder, death, power, power, power.

"You are not my mother."

"But I am, dear. I am."

And accident. Only an accident. Not a monster. Just misunderstood. A second chance, a home, a family, a place to belong.

Lies. Lies. So many lies.

Need to find the truth.

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[info]meritsofemotion
2009-07-23 05:12 pm UTC (link)
During his training in his youth, Spock had encountered many scenarios. Various types of minds that he would be likely to deal with in his day-to-day life outside of Vulcan society were included in that training. However never once, not in all of his years, had he come across one that was as fractured as this one.

The images were scattered and misaligned, offering little in the way of what was typically a logical, well ordered mind that Spock was used to melding with. There was sorrow present, too, and anger. So much anger born from a life of relative impotence in the situations that had helped shape the man before him.

The similarities between them were also obvious, to Spock at least, but convoluted and difficult to see in such intense circumstances and while lost in the throes of a mindmeld. His training however allowed him to set it all aside to examine later and focus on the obviously fractured, damaged man in front of him for the time being.

First came locating the block. He wasn't quite certain what t look for and would have no idea how to remove it until he did. It took a few minutes of focus but he eventually found it and was honestly shocked by what he discovered.

It was nothing more than a suggestion, backed up by a force unlike anything that Spock had ever before experienced.

"You're no longer Sylar, no longer Gabriel Gray. That life is over. Sylar is dead. You're no longer Sylar. You're no longer Sylar, no longer Gabriel Gray. Your life is over Sylar. He's dead! You're now Nathan Petrelli, Nathan Petrelli. Son, brother, father, senator, Nathan Petrelli."

The voice was powerful, the urge to compel even morso, and Spock understood within seconds how the man had no choice but to do as it had commanded. Forget who he was and become this Nathan Petrelli.

However, whoever was responsible had been sloppy. Perhaps they were rushed, or not entirely willing to do what had been asked of them. Whatever the reason, they hadn't reinforced the command with any true structure. Memories were hazily shoved into places and the old, original ones were just suppressed. Not erased.

So really, it took little more than a push from his own mind to make the command at long last stop. It halted, then began to erode, until eventually the words from the stranger with far more ability than actual skill simply ceased to exist.

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[info]unsureidentity
2009-07-23 09:02 pm UTC (link)
As that barrier dissipated, the cohesion of his mind started to reinforce itself. Ideas slipped back where they belonged, events linked into a logical order, and before the last block snapped into place, a wave of panic and regret echoed through Gabriel stronger than any other emotion that was present. Because it was fresh. It was a fresh fear borne from the realization of what ordering and structuring his mind would create and that he was powerless to stop it.

He didn't want to be that again. He didn't want to go back to that. He'd made a promise that he would fight it, but it was too clear to him now.

There was no fighting something that was so strongly a part of himself.

The fear ebbed away in a sharp instant as a chilling order clicked in the mind: a cold, calculated sort of order where everything was rationalized, stripped of feeling or reason and processed based purely upon what was the most logical and evident. At least, at the base. Logic twisted by a man quickly trying to keep one step ahead of guilt is not a logic bared out by the sort of reasoning that makes sense. It was this twisted season of logic, however, that echoed in his mind one simple fact. The only person who knew who he was again was in this room with him alone and at his mercy.

Getting rid of him would be so simple.

Sudden awareness seized in as Sylar's hand went up, gripping onto the Vulcan's wrists as his telekinesis held the man in place. The mind meld was shattered, suddenly, abruptly, in a way staggered Sylar, but only briefly, his gaze tightening on the man who looked so similar to him as a self-satisfied smirk spread across his face.

"Neat trick," Sylar's voice intoned. It was so very different from Gabriel's even with how identical they were. "But I've got a few of my own."

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[info]meritsofemotion
2009-07-25 02:52 pm UTC (link)
Spock knew the instant that Gabriel's mind had become whole again. He sensed it, felt it, and could see it in his own mind's eye. All of the pieces of fractured memories slid into their proper order. There was no thrill of success, however, at least not from Spock. For at the very last moment - while straddling that teetering precipice between healing the man's mind and leaving it in worse shape than before - Spock knew something else with every fiber of his being.

Gabriel Gray had been far, far better off with his mind in shambles.

Unfortunately before the thought to turn into action there was a hand upon his wrist and his own mind was forced out of the one he'd been connected with. Emotion shone brightly in his own eyes for the briefest of seconds - remnants of the man known as Gabriel peering back out at the man called Sylar who had taken his place.

Then the emotion was gone, sorted into Spock's own logic-filled mind until he could properly deal the parts that were not his own. For now he had to focus, had to remain calm and logical. He had to find some way to be able to move again, of his own volition.

"Your mind is not fully healed," he stated simply, evenly. "If you kill me, any further complications which may arise will stay with you for the remainder of your life."

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[info]unsureidentity
2009-07-25 03:14 pm UTC (link)
"Who said anything about killing you?" Sylar asked, his eyebrow quirking at the man in front of him. Oh, for someone so intelligent, he really was quite dim, wasn't he? Sylar only killed when the other person had something he needed or was standing between him and his goals. Spock was doing neither. Getting rid of him, however, was going to prove much more difficult without shedding blood.

"You know," Sylar said, tilting his head to the side as he smirked, "a man is the sum of his memories. I probably know that better now than anyone, having been a completely different man just because I had his experiences. I have to wonder," Sylar trailed off, turning his attention to his hands before they tightened, his gaze flickering back up to Spock's, "what it feels like to be you."

He already had a few pieces, transfers from the meld, but that wouldn't do. Not for what he was thinking, so instead, he drew on his own power. Like he'd told Nathan when he'd been unconscious in his office. He could use that ability to absorb a person's whole memory. They just had to be awake. And unlike Nathan, Spock was.

A wry smile twisted his features as he drew in the man's memory, pulling each piece of the puzzle, taunting and fights as a boy, dedication and commitment as a man, always striving to prove that he was worth it, that he was good enough, that he was truly Vulcan. "Interesting," Sylar intoned as the images swam past his mine's eye, "how similar we are not only in appearance but in practice as well."

As the final memories of the Enterprise, Vulcan, and the Narada hit him, there was a flicker of something, an understanding and a sympathy that past through his eyes in a flash before his grip loosed, his gaze meeting Spock's for a moment, "And in our losses."

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[info]meritsofemotion
2009-07-26 05:00 am UTC (link)
The violation of a mind was one of the most deplorable acts that could possibly be committed, in the eyes of a Vulcan. There were times of course when logic dictated it must be done but those were few and far between. And in this instance, there was no logical reason for it to happen. It was simply because this man had decided it was a necessity for whatever he had planned.

To Spock's credit, he didn't make a sound. His head throbbed viciously from the abrupt end of the mind meld and only began to pound even more at the unwanted intrusion into his own memories but he didn't make a sound. Simply sat ramrod straight (he didn't have much choice about that) and kept his expression an impassive one as he waited for Sylar to finish.

Logically, he knew he shouldn't argue with the man who was responsible for the decision of whether he lived or died. Yet when a correlation was made between the two of them, Spock couldn't keep himself from responding.

"You are mistaken," he stated simply, his tone even and lacking any of the typical disgust that might be found were such a statement made to anyone else. He was merely speaking factually.

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[info]unsureidentity
2009-07-26 05:12 am UTC (link)
"Hardly," Sylar countered, a slight smile on his face as he looked across at the other man. "You saw it, too. You can't deny it," He said, fingers twisting briefly around the other man's wrist before his features started to shift, subtle changes taking place until he was an identical copy of the man he was facing right down to the pointy ears, bowl cut, and a lack of a five o'clock shadow.

"Not that you would have to," Sylar said, a quiet amusement in his voice before he cleared his throat, allowing his hands to drop as he stood, turning his back on Spock and allowing the telekinesis to fall away. Where was the fun in this if he didn't at least give the man the opportunity to defend himself? Sylar only hoped that he took it. It had been a good long while since he'd had a bit of fun with people who had no idea what they were up against. "I did feel it, after all."

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