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"Some of us take to it better than others," Jsck laughed.

He took the other glasses he had poured and handed one to Luke, who looked wary, but took it anyway and openly gawked at Sylar. This guy! He was too trusting! Luke was going to have to really talk to him about this.

The other glass, Jack handed to Jim. The blond smirked, took the offered chocolate milk, and made a wide birth around the teenagers to sit in Jack's spot. He slid the glass to Sasan with a little half smile.

"I promise I didn't poison it. You watched me pour it," Jack told Luke, who still just stared at him. "Okay. Suit yourself. I'm Captain Jack Harkness. I run the place. And you two can stay with us until we get the issue here taken care of or we can figure out a way to get you home before you decide to black hole us to death."

The chocolate milk tasted like it was supposed to, thankfully. Sylar would've hated to have Luke melt their faces off. -well, he would've hated to miss it, anyway.

Sasan looked from the milk to Jim, slowly smiling. "Well, I might indulge a bit. You have to promise to drink half, though," he told Jim. He didn't want to half half the glass staring at him and tempting him further. Now that this had been at least partially settled and it was clear they weren't in immediate danger, Sasan was pleased to pay more attention to Jim.

And Sylar was finding he liked this Captain Jack. This boss didn't seem to take things too seriously. "I'm not going to black hole you to death," he said with a smirk. No, he'd always give that to Luke first. Opening up a black hole on someone seemed awfully impersonal. "So what do you guys do here, when you're not on lockdown? This place looks huge."

Jack might not answer him, but he couldn't help but ask. It was such an intriguing mystery.

"How much time do you have?" Jack asked, as cheeky as ever and Jim, who had just agreed to have half the glass, rolled his eyes.

"While," he replied for the other Captain, letting Sasan drink from the straw as he took a sip from the edge of the glass. Seeing that, Luke finally had a sip as well and then downed the whole thing.

He was starving.

"Funny. Haha. Pretty much we take care of weird things and make sure that they don't end up destroying things we think should stay intact. It can be anything, places or people but mostly they're objects. One of those objects is probably what has us on lockdown down."

Lie.

Jim and Sasan would know it. The boys would not.

"So you've met me and Sasan and Jim. You're Sylar. And you--"

Luke sighed and put the empty glass down. Fuck if he was giving his full name. "Campbell."

Well, that sounded interesting. Sylar figured that if he didn't make them bat an eye, their definition of 'weird things' had to be pretty broad.

Sylar figured Luke wouldn't give his name. That was probably smart. So Sylar moved straight on to what he'd really been wanting to know since they entered the room. "How do you know me? Jim didn't have a chance to tell you." He wanted to ask if Jack had contact with Noah Bennet, but he hardly wanted to give away any extra information. It's not like Jack would reply honestly if he had.

"Jim doesn't have to." Jack tapped the small device in his ear, which left the blond making the indignant noise. "What? Listening in on you while you're muttering to yourself is amusing. Back me up on this, Sas."

Blue eyes, two sets of them, drifted towards the man drinking the chocolate milk, one with a grinning mouth beneath and the other looking none too happy.

"But I didn't have to be listening in. I would have known you anyway, though not by "Sylar." You work here. Well, a slightly older version of you does at least."

Sasan's reaction to being 'called in', so to speak, was to shift his eyes to the side. "I'm pleading the Fifth on that," he said, despite the fact that they were in an entirely different country and one of them might not have ever heard the term. And all throughout, he continued sipping at the chocolate milk.

Sylar found this whole thing very curious, but not quite as interesting as the answer to his question. Jack didn't even try to dodge it, from what Sylar could tell. Confusion crossed his face for the first time, and he tried to work it through. "So did I time travel, as well as teleport? We're from 2015."

He wouldn't bother asking further about the name. They couldn't know about the whole killer part of it, or else they'd be way more concerned. He'd at least still sense some tension from Sasan.

Luke wasn't buying any of this shit. This was Sylar getting in over his head again. He was so easily seduced by just about everything and Luke was starting to feel left out again. He and Sylar was a match. A team.

To hear he was working here in a few years? Even in theory, that hurt.

"You came from a different reality. I don't expect you to believe me but it does help that you can create black holes...and what? Do you have telekinesis yet? Clairesence?" Jack tilted his head to the side and completely ignored Luke.

Jesus. What the fuck was wrong with these people?

The Captain certainly did know how to grab Sylar's interest. The teenager's eyes lit up at the mention of a new ability, and- yeah, perhaps he was now not being quite so careful as he should. "What's that second one? I don't have that."

Nothing had changed for Sylar, at least. Even with it right in front of him, he didn't think the future was written in stone. And hey, this was a different reality? He had the ability to hop realities? They could go somewhere, hunt down all sorts of specials and then move 'out of bounds' as soon as it became a problem. He glanced over at Luke and was rather disappointed that the other kid wasn't so excited. He guessed he'd have to explain the idea later.

"Touch an object, see it's history," Jack explained easily enough and gestured for Sylar to have a seat if he wanted to. Luke was going to be that guy and stay standing and watchful. Hearing about this other Sylar was...strange.

"If there's really Sy from the future here, where is he?" Luke asked, almost accusatory. He was a liar. He had a feeling Jack was too, even if he was being forthcoming.

Jack shrugged. "Sas, seen Gabe around?"

"About a half hour ago, he was stomping around the upper levels," Sasan replied. "So he's probably around here somewhere." He looked at Jim. "I swear, the two of you take shifts. It's amazing how much you can't sit still." Sasan smiled fondly as he said so, as if it were an actual compliment.

"Really, though, I'm honestly surprised he hasn't popped back in here yet. Maybe he went to see what Mohinder was up to?" Sasan guessed.

Uh oh. That was not a good name to hear existing in this alternate reality, with Luke already pissed off. Sylar frowned and waved off the questioning. "It's all right. I'm sure we'll meet him eventually. We really don't need to see him right now." He didn't want Luke to melt down, after all.

Maybe it was starting to get a little warm in here already though. No one really seemed to notice how dark Luke's eyes had gotten (Jack was keeping mum on the subject and Jim was scoffing lightly, but still somewhat appreciatively at Sasan). No one really needed to notice, however, not when Luke could no longer keep the question in, several moments after Mohinder's name was mentioned.

"Suresh is here?"

Suresh and Sylar were here, older, and he was not. The jealous tipped him over and he found himself cursing and running out of the kitchen. Jack did not go after him and he told his agents to stay where they were as well. His eyes turned back to Sylar.

"How long will it take him to calm down?"

Sylar frowned and shifted when Luke ran out, getting up out of the chair he'd just sat down in and taking a few steps towards the door. But he knew that being around Luke when he was overheating like that was a bad idea. It tended to just piss Luke off more, because of the danger it put Sylar in.

Jack's question was met with a sigh. "Ten, fifteen minutes?" Sylar guessed. But of course this was one of the most sore subjects with Luke. Besides, it'd been quite a day already. "Maybe more like 30. He has to calm down enough to turn off the heat, and we'd already been training a whole day. He's tired."

Now that Luke was out of the room, Sylar asked the question that'd been on his mind since he heard of his counterpart. "So he's not here? Have you ever met anyone like him?" There was an undertone of worry to Sylar's voice.

Thirty minutes was a long, dangerous time. Luke didn't even know where he was going and so he just kept going down and down and down. It would be better if he had some cold water but it was cooler the further down he went and that should be all right.

Jack scooted his chair in and set his elbow on the table.

"I've never met him of anyone that looks like him," Jack said, not sugar coating it. "Even if Campbell isn't his really name, if he was here, I'd know." Jack watched Sylar's face. There was a cunning in his eyes that he recognized but he wouldn't bring those things up in front of Sasan. Jim had to know about Gabriel's past in the broad strokes because they worked together. But Sasan did not. "But never mind. How about you tell me what else you can do and Jim will put a pizza on for us."

The blond was paying no attention to Jack and was staring at Sasan as he had more milk and watched the strange exchanges going on that were now part of his daily life.

Sylar sighed again and sat down once more. No point in talking about this while standing.

Sasan had watched the whole thing, feeling a little bad that he'd brought up an obviously sore subject. Ugh, a love triangle going on with this kid? That has got to be some dangerous drama. But soon he was noticing that Jim was watching him. He smiled and scooted the milk back over to him. He knew it was kind of disgustingly sweet for the two of them, but Sasan was going to enjoy what they had, dammit.

"I'll get the pizza," he said, squeezing Jim's shoulder lightly as he got up.

Sylar wasn't paying any attention to the two of them, once he'd realized they were off in their own world. He had his eyes on Jack. This was a very targeted question the Captain asked, and it made Sylar question his earlier assessment of what he might know.

He leaned the side of his head on an upturned hand, slouching forward in his chair. "How about you tell me what you can do, first? I can tell you've got something weird going on." That was kind of an answer in its own right.

"I do. And it's nothing you can take and use for yourself since it isn't in my DNA," Jack said immediately, a strange smile on his lips. "I suppose you could always try, but it would just leave you with a bloody mess."

Yeah, that got Jim's attention, who was trying to keep his eyes on the glass and not on the fact that he had gotten caught staring like a teenager. Being locked in here with Sasan and no respite from the other man was driving him pretty crazy with all sort of needs he shouldn't have.

That he shouldn't be able to have.

He had no idea that Gabriel started killing people so early in life. Wow. And he still grew up to have a devoted fiancee?

The casual way Jack called him out made Sylar almost want to try it- especially since, the way Jack put it, he must have some form of healing ability. And yet, what Jack said about Sylar not being able to take it, that rang true. There'd be no point.

But now the burning question was- how could all of them still be so calm? They clearly all knew what he'd been doing! He didn't ask right away, though, unless that somehow broke whatever was holding this rather pleasant conversation up. He was looking at Jack with somewhat more wariness, however.

After a quiet moment, he said, "Enhanced eyesight. That's the only other ability I have. Mohinder helped me get that one." He smiled a little. "And the vortex power, although that one was more of an accident." The Company had 'slipped' and given him the wrong file. It was weird how they showed their trust like that.

As Jack had a hard time believing that Mohinder was part of a little cult of getting people with mutated abilities to lay down and let their heads be cut open, he decided that Sylar had learned that he could copy abilities empathically.

The divergent time stream here was somewhat remarkable and he would have liked to do more research on it across the various realities but that would require more use of the rift core and they were on lockdown.

Campbell was not a name that had come up in any of the realities he had observed or tracked Gabriel in. But that hardly meant he couldn't be in ones Jack had discarded early on before setting on the version of Gabriel he had finally recruited.

"What's your Mohinder like?" Jack asked, conversationally. "Is he your age? Ours is a geneticist. Probably twice as old as you are now."

Sylar sat up in his seat, visibly perking up to talk about Mohinder. "Of course he is. Mine is younger. Our age. He's...have you ever seen an abandoned puppy on the side of the road, trying to figure out how to cross it on his own? He's kind of like that." It was said with fondness. "The same people that picked us up were the ones that picked him up, but they really just wanted his Dad's research. I haven't been able to convince him that they're not the best, yet."

Sylar was still keeping an eye on everything, but he was far more comfortable now. "So does this mean everyone in my timeline's younger? Like people shifted a generation or something?" How weird. He wondered how that could even happen.

"The easiest way to think of the whole universe is like a gem with facets. Every facet is a new reality. There are nearly an infinite set of realities. Each one is just a little different from the rest. Every choice can and probably does create a reality for every possibility. In my reality, in this one, you're about to turn thirty-three and you're engaged. In another, you're Persian and own a boutique for animal clothing in LA. In in yours, you can create vortexes to travel between all of them."

There was a reason Jack tended to so easily pick up people. He was charismatic and he told them just enough truth to hook them, and hook them good.

That was how Sylar had been thinking this 'alternate reality' thing might work, and he was so very pleased to have Jack confirm it (and in such fanciful terms!). And the nearly infinite possibilities did indeed hook him. His mind was racing.

"So this place, it deals with harmful things that are outside the reality they're supposed to be in," he guessed. That would make sense to him, and explain how they knew so much, and also the whole 'coming and going by vortex' thing Jack mentioned when they'd first got here. What strange changes, too.

"-wait. Gabriel is engaged? ....to Mohinder?" The question was practically whispered. He felt kind of dumb for asking. His doppleganger could've met anyone else he didn't know. But it wasn't like Sylar made good relationships easily, and Mohinder was here.

Jack tapped his nose in confirmation at the first guess. Sylar was a smart one, though it was a little disturbing to see him cling to the name of his serial killing self at so early an age. Perhaps Mohinder in his reality had been as good of a guiding force in the other direction as he had been in this one? That left Campbell up for questioning though. There was something very wrong with Sylar's companion.

"Why would you assume you would be engaged to Mohinder?" he asked, just out of curiosity. "You don't have to prefer men in each if your realities. But that does seem to be true." The thought was amusing. Sasan. Gabriel. Spock.

But Sylar's particular excitement was telling. He liked his Mohinder too. It wasn't Jack's business though.

"I don't 'prefer' men," Sylar said straightforwardly, if not a little bluntly. "But I know I've enjoyed spending time with exactly two people in my life, and one of them is here. Maybe I'll meet one or two more people before I turn 33 that I don't hate, but-" He smiled a bit, proud of himself. "-I had pretty good odds."

He was chatting with Jack more honestly than he had with Eden after a couple weeks. Of course, Jack hadn't sedated and kidnapped him, so that probably had something to do with it.

Pizza in the oven and timer set, Sasan stepped back over to where Jim was sitting and sat down. He'd been listening to this whole thing with interest. It sounded like Gabriel and Mohinder had a thing across multiple timelines. He wasn't sure if he should consider that romantic or boring.

Sylar was watching Sasan with renewed interest, but he didn't ask the obvious question. Instead, he looked at Jack. "Where is Mohinder, anyway? You should probably warn him not to run into Campbell." If Luke killed Mohinder and then Gabriel killed Luke...well, that'd just ruin everyone's day.

Jack had actually just been thinking it when Sylar mentioned the geneticist. No one needed to run into Luke right now except maybe Gabriel. Communication wasn't down for the most part but it was largely interfered with and with time dilation a occurring due to the core manipulation engineering was doing to find their hacker, it was safer to send warm bodies. "Task for my two favorite agents," Jack said, but Jim was already standing up.

"Find Gabriel, send him to get Campbell. Find Mohinder, send him down here for the pizza party?" Jim asked, without mentioning that he wanted to get Sasan away from crazy children. One of whom was having a melt down just at the mention of Mohinder Suresh and his own lack of existence here.

Great.

Jack nodded and Jim held the door for Sasan, letting it swoosh behind them both. That left Jack and Sylar alone.

"How many people have you killed so far?" Why not just get to it? "I'm not judging. I'm just curious."

Sasan was plenty happy to go after Mohinder and not the kid who almost flash-broiled them. He really hoped Jim didn't run into that kid, either. He gave Sasan the willies.

Sylar was about to ask whether they had a lot of pizza parties in this place, but Jack apparently had more questions. Sylar raised an eyebrow, not quite buying what Jack said. "You're not judging me for murder? Really?" But this place seemed to operate differently than most of the places he'd seen. Sylar thought it over, then sat back in his chair. "Three people," he answered. "Why? Has Gabriel killed people?"

"A lot more than that," came the response from the doorway. Gabriel Gray was staring at the two of them with a vaguely amused expression. "More of me? Really? I'm going to get a complex one of these days." He looked to Jack for an explanation, and/or instructions. An actual double of him could be pretty dangerous, after all.

""I'm the one with the complex," Jack said. "But id probably just sleep with myself if given the chance so it's better that you're the lucky duck of the gene pool. Did you run into Sas and Jimmy? I need you to track down a heat sink loose in the building."

Preferably before that heat sink tracked down Mohinder. Jack did give Gabriel a look as if to mention that this was pretty much an order and to be quick about it.

"Or did you just want to come and meet Sylar? Nice kid. I think I'm gonna trade you two out."