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[evolutionaryimperative]

The time spent in the Texas branch of Primatech had not been completely without merit. He had picked up alot of important information while they ran their tests on him, not the least of it being the address of the Cheerleader.

He would have escaped sooner if that stupid girl, Eden, hadn't shot herself. Still, her presence had made his mind wander back to someone else he had known back when he was still Gabriel, a name he heard repeated threw the walls a few times:

Elle Bishop.

The facts he gathered were simple enough. She was an agent and worked at the facility in New York. Which was where he headed as soon as he got out (which took alot longer than he liked. He had almost died in there). Especially with Claire's father being an agent, he had a feeling having an agent on his side would help.

And if it didn't, well then he could finally kill the bitch, which he would do eventually either way.

Breaking into the building was surprisingly simple. A few agents tried to stop him, but he killed them, and got the information on where to find what he was looking for. Who he was looking for. She was just an ends to a means, of course. There was no other reason for him coming to get Elle.

He twisted his hand, ripping open the door for her bedroom before stalking his way inside. He could hear the alarms going off, and they were probably calling out more agents to come after him. The sooner he got out, the better.

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[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"And you'll always be a useless liar to me," He snapped in annoyance. He didn't want to be Gabriel to her, not anymore.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"If I'm useless, why am I here?" she slurred back, struggling to keep her eyes open. Her mouth was feeling dry, and her tongue tasted like cotton and bile. She thought maybe she was finally going to lose consciousness. Maybe she had exerted herself too much.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Okay, so maybe you have a few uses," He conceded, glancing over to her. She looked like she was close to going unconscious. If she slipped into unconsciousness, it would make his life more complicated.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She sucked in a breath and gave in, letting her lashes touch her cheeks. Maybe sleeping for a moment wouldn't hurt. She didn't even have the strength to wonder, let alone ask, what he wanted from her.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He frowned and opened up the glove compartment, pulling out the bottle of aspirin he kept there. He tossed it at her. "Take some of that before you pass out." He had a bottle of water in the cup holder.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Her eyes blearily opened, and she reached for the bottle, the pills jingling in the container. She struggled trying to open it, the cap hitting the safety block over and over. So obviously, she chucked it weakly at his head. "You do it," she whined.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Fine," He rolled his eyes, unscrewing the bottle and getting out a few pills for her. He handed them to her. He was only hoping her because if he didn't, it would be more of a pain for him in the future.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She cupped them in her palm, grasping for the water bottle and downing the pills. She laid back and closed her eyes, drifting off into unconsciousness.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He pulled off the road after a while, stopping at another motel. This time though, he got out and checked in, leaving Elle locked in the car while I he registered for the room. Once he got the key he went back to the car, scooping her up into his arms.

He carried her into the bedroom and lied her onto one of the beds. He got a room with two beds, as he had no desire to share one with her. This was just business, after all. Nothing more, nothing less.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

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Her head was pounding, and Elle awoke from a peaceful black, dreamless sleep to pain. She winced, her features twisting into a grimace; someone was gently pressing something achingly cold to her temple, and her eyes flickered open.

Maybe she was still dreaming, because the face that focused in her vision wasn't someone she had since in months--but his hair was cropped, his glasses were gone, and he wasn't the clean-shaven, tender dork she knew. It took Elle only a few moments to remember--the Company, the sickening thud of head against the floor, the rocking of the car. When she did, she shot up with a burst of panic, pushing at his chest with a harsh spark as she scrambled off the bed for the door.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He groaned in pain, falling back on the bed as she scrambled up. He wasn't worried though. He had already secured the doors shut a while ago, just in case she woke up. "It's a moot point," He called out to her, not even bothering to get up after her. "And you should be taking it easier, or you'll aggravate your concussion, and then you wouldn't be able to get very far even if you could."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She ignored the spinning of her head and him, tugging ineffectually at the knob and the frozen locks. A whimper left her throat, and she lunged, stumbled for the old window next like a caged animal. It wouldn't budge, and she clenched her fists and banged against the pane with a soft cry before collapsing, resting her throbbing forehead on the wall.

"What do you want with me?" she whispered in a small voice. Even as her very body rejected the idea, she had to play along. For now. He was right. Even if she broke the window, she wouldn't get far. But he'd have to sleep. He'd have to.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"I need your help," He said simply. "I need you to help me get to the Cheerleader, Bennet's daughter. I want her power. If you help me, I promise to let you go safely," He smirked knowingly. "Or I can kill you now. It's up to you."

At this rate, she would probably be sleeping much more than him. He didn't sleep much these days, really. Small naps here and there when his body demanded it, but rarely did he get a full night anymore.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"You need me to get to a dumb cheerleader?" she taunted. Maybe she shouldn't highlight that part, but Elle would rather be dead than pass up making him look like an idiot. Especially after he kidnapped her, and rather rudely. "Think you're losing your touch, Gabriel?"

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"No, I need you to help me get past her father. She has alot more people protecting her than I expected." He hadn't expected anyone to stop him, really. "And I thought who better to help me than another agent. Besides, it's not like you don't owe me."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"I don't owe you anything," she spat angrily, her stomach twisting. And she didn't. She'd tried to stop him, and he went ahead and killed Trevor like the murderer he was anyway. That wasn't her fault. None of it was. "Have fun getting past Noah alone."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't be like this if you hadn't led me on and baited me," He hissed in anger. "You didn't have to bring that stupid kid over." He was angry at her still, it was hard to hide. For that short time, he had thought that maybe being Gabriel was enough. But all it had proven to him was that Gabriel was weak.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"Boo hoo," she said dryly, nestled against the wall between the door and the window. He was seething, and she could play with that. For fun. "Everyone lies, and you were already a monster," she said carelessly, even though she hadn't believed it at the time, not even when he tore into Trevor's skull, gutted his head out with such morbid fascination. But things change.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"You could have stopped me," He hissed in anger. But it was too late. This was who he was now. Sylar. He could never go back to just being Gabriel again, even if he wanted to, which he didn't. "I confined in you and you used it against me, so if I'm a monster, what does that make you?"

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"Is this why to kidnapped me? I know it can't really be Noah," she spit back, her blue eyes narrowing up at him, her heart beating hard against her chest, her mind spinning at his words. She didn't want to face this. She spent so much time not facing this. "To piss and moan about how I ruined your boring life?" Elle leaned forward, her voice raising. "I tried to stop you! You're just as much of a monster as I am! At least I'm not crying like a little bitch over it."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He rolled his eyes at her accusation. "Don't get me wrong, I should be thanking you, really. To think, if you hadn't opened my eyes, I would have remained that pathetic fool. If I was really that bitter over things, don't you think I would have just killed you?" He couldn't help but smirk a little as her voice raised, proving that his words were getting to her. Good.

After all, it was her fault. She should feel bad.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

It wasn't her fault. She didn't feel bad. The greedy breaths she was drawing into her chest slowed by her will alone, and she glared up at him with every fiber of hatred in her being. "Then shut the fuck up and be grateful," she ordered succinctly.

She wouldn't argue that Gabriel hadn't been pathetic, or a fool. Or that maybe she would feel better about what she did if he tried to kill her.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"I'm just saying, you've already helped me along this far, you might as well help me again," He shrugged his shoulders lightly as he watched her, reveling at her slow, shallow breaths. "Besides, it's help me or be killed, and as you've already proven what you'll do to protect yourself, I would think the choice would be simple."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"I'd rather die than help you," she announced without a beat, her lip curling up nastily. Mostly, the last thing in the world she wanted to do was to say she'd help him. Just on principle.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"That can be arranged," He got off the bed, setting the pack of ice down before stalking his way over to her. At least it wouldn't be a complete waste, getting her. He would be getting her delicious power, at the very least.

He brought his hand up to make the incision, ignoring the small, insignificant voice that told him not to do it. Why shouldn't he? She didn't mean anything to him.