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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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[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She didn't care if he stopped killing or not. Elle liked killing, although she didn't do it as often as she would like. Happy was relative. He didn't have to be wholly the Gabriel she knew for a happy ending, and it was clear he was hardly that Gabriel at all. Except for this, right now. She moaned softly, licking his lips breathlessly. "I don't hate you," she whispered.

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He brushed his lips against hers gently, running his fingers through her hair. "I don't hate you either."

And he didn't. For as much as he tried to, he didn't.

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The weight that left her heart lightened her, and Elle closed her eyes, savoring his tender touch. He didn't hate her. That made her feel more relieved than dying ever could. She sighed and tiredly hummed, dropping her head to his chest. It was still throbbing, but she felt less angry about being kidnapped now. A little. Enough to try not to escape anymore.

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He gingerly picked her up, carrying her back to the bed now. She needed he rest. He'd ask her about helping him again in the morning. He lied her on the bed before pulling away. He undid his jeans, kicking them off, leaving him in his boxers and shirt. That would do for sleeping. He climbed into the other bed, glancing back over to her.

"You should get some rest."

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It was odd, and strangely intimate, watching him watch her from across the divide, their heads resting against pillows. She almost wanted to tell him to get in her bed instead, and for a still moment she had thought he was going to as he shed his pants. But he didn't, and Elle didn't want to cling to him unnecessarily.

She was still breathing a little too fast, and she twisted to her side towards him, to the very edge of the bed, maneuvering under the covers. She wasn't sure she would sleep at all.

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He almost wanted to crawl into her bed, but really, the distance was a comfort in some ways. He was still confused by what had transpired between them. It wasn't supposed to be like this, intimate. He had been so sure he had just taken her for her usefullness.

But no he wasn't so sure anymore.

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Elle slept restlessly. She twisted and turned and kicked off her sheets only to wake up cold and pull them back on. Eventually, she ended up shedding her heavy slacks and her shirt in a sweaty fit, modesty be damned (not that she had any to begin with), and blissfully drifted off in just her thin tank and undies until she grew cold again.

She attributed all of this to her head wound and how it ached and throbbed and itched all night, and she was afraid to sleep too deeply just in case she started scratching it, and open it up all over again.

What was worse, what little sleep she had was full of even more restless dreams of Sylar, and Gabriel, and sex and death and by the time her eyes finally opened blearily to morning light with an aggravated moan, Elle was even more exhausted than she was when she'd started to sleep. The sheets were tangled around her legs, the hair in front of her eyes was caked with blood, and she felt absolutely disgusting.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

Sylar had barely slept at all. He couldn't. He was too paranoid that if he closed his eyes, she would be gone once he opened them again. Not that it mattered if she left or not, he told himself, but it would be an inconvenience. After all, he had gone through alot of trouble to kidnap her.

Other than for a small, two hour nap, he spent most of the night watching her toss and turn. More than once he had been tempted to climb in her bed and try to soothe her, but he always managed to talk himself out of it, even when she shed her clothes, leaving her just in her tank top and underwear. He had never seen so much of her before, but he certainly wasn't complaining.

As she began to stir he was already up, making himself a cup of coffee for the morning. He glanced over at her, raising a curious brow. "Did you sleep well?" He knew the answer, but she didn't need to know he had been watching her all night.

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She sat up too fast with a groan, reaching a hand to push back her unruly hair with a painful pout as her head swam for a moment. Did she sleep well? Couldn't he even tell? Grumpily, she got out of bed and headed straight for the bathroom, eying his coffee greedily. "Don't talk to me until I look human," she growled, pushing past the door and leaving it carelessly ajar. "I'm using your toothbrush," she warned him, grabbing it, because she was whether he liked it or not, and then shed her clothes, stumbling naked into the shower.

Really, this discomfort was his fault, she thought, turning on the spray. She didn't even have clean clothes, did she? Just her sweaty ones. She'd rather walk around naked.

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He had planned ahead time and actually picked up some clothes for her to wear, but he would wait until she finished showering to tell her that. As it was, he couldn't help but let his eyes follow her naked form get into the shower through the crack of the door.

Even with blood caked hair and sweat, he was pretty it was the most attractive thing he had ever seen.

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She breathed a sigh of relief and ignored the stinging pain of warm water against the gash on her head. She let the water run the sticky sweat and the caked blood down the drain, and brushed her teeth and tongue thoroughly. Shampooing and conditioning was a long, ginger, and painful process, but it was finally down to her satisfaction. By the time she had shaved and washed herself down, Elle felt much better.

She stood under the shower head awhile longer and finally turned the shower off, stepping out and drying her body and hair off just as carefully. She shivered at the new, cold air, dropped the soaked fabric, and wrapped some fluffy, worn robe around her waist to walk out. She could use coffee.

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He looked away as she exited the bathroom. The last thing she needed to know was that he had been watching her. But instead he poured another cup of coffee, holding it out for her.

She looked much better now, he couldn't deny that. And that robe hid very little. Not that he noticed or anything.

"I have some extra clothes for you in my bag."

If nothing else, he had been a kidnapper who planned well. He had a pair of jeans for her, and a white button down blouse. Nothing special, but it was better than nothing.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

If he wasn't hovering near the kitchen counter in addition to the door, Elle might have been suspicious. Instead she just took the hot mug gratefully and took a deep inhale of the dark, steaming liquid before sipping it black. Usually she put in a mountain of sugar, but she was too eager to add it first, and she moaned appreciatively. "Clothes?" she asked reverently, and turned immediately to his duffel on the couch, pulling out a plastic bag with what looked like jeans and shirt eagerly. Maybe he was a keeper, after all. "What about underwear?"

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"It would be in another bag," He commented, taking another sip of his coffee. He had no idea if he had picked her the right bra size or not, but oh well. She'd have to make due. At the very least, he had picked her a nice, lazy white pair. It was cutesy, the sort of thing he thought she'd like (and he'd like to see her in, he'd admit).

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She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously, and snatched up the other bag to peek in. White. Lace. Less functional and more sexy. Kidnapped her to get past Noah, her ass. She checked the bra size and sighed. Too small. Should she offended he thought she was a cup too small? No, too easy.

Instead Elle put the bags to the side, untied her robe casually, and let it pool to the floor before reaching for the panties. If he wanted to see her in lingerie, he'd see her in lingerie. And then have a hard on for however long he pleased.

It probably didn't help that since the bra was too small, her breasts swelled and nearly popped out. But at least the jeans fit. That was nice.

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It didn't help that he already was somewhat hard from watching her in the shower, but as she began to disrobe and dress in front of him? He felt himself harden completely, his soft gasp of appreciation hidden by his cup of coffee.

It was a nice view though. Better than any he had ever had before. Not that he had much experience with women in lingerie. The few girlfriends he had had in his life, he had never gotten very far with, and since becoming Sylar (since meeting her) pursuing a woman had been the last thing on his mind.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

He could hide his gasp, but he definitely couldn't hide the tent in his boxers, and Elle raised a taunting, knowing eyebrow at both it and him as she pulled on the blouse and started buttoning it up. It was a little long, and a little big, so she knotted the tails just over the hem of her jeans and then put her hands on her hips, looking up at him expectantly.

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Well, it wasn't like it was a secret he was attracted to her. After all, he had kissed her the night before. Still at her expectant look he smirked a little, nodding in approval. "It looks nice."

And it fit her personality much better than the conservative outfits she had worn back when she had visited his apartment.

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"I didn't ask you if I look nice, you pervert," she shot back impatiently. Of course she looked nice. She always looked good. Except for this morning, maybe. "I'm waiting for a reason not to kill you and go back home."

She could, theoretically. He wasn't invincible, yet. One good stream of electricity would do him right in, and now that she was over her little embarrassing suicide mission, she felt okay about that. It was shameful, really, how she hadn't just killed him all those times she had a chance yesterday. And who could forget the cherry on top of such a sad little sundae? When she was going to roll over and be dead for him like a willing sacrifice.

She was glad it was over with, her little affair with guilt. And okay, she was glad she didn't kill him either.

And maybe she was absurdly pleased he was as hard as a rock, too.

Elle had conflicting emotions.

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"If you were going to kill me, you would have done it already," He replied in a matter of fact tone, setting his cup of coffee down. "And I'm not a pervert for complimenting you on your looks. Most women would appreciate that."

He began to strip off his tank top and boxers to change into a clean set. After all, if she could dress in front of him, why shouldn't he return the favor to her?

He hadn't secured the locks yet like he did before, but like he stated, he wasn't too worried about it. Nighttime would have been the perfect time to try to kill him, and she didn't do it. She had stayed. Which made things easier for him. That was the only reason.

Just like he was only hard because any man would be after watching her dress.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She scowled at his self-absorbed assumption, and the agitated puff of air turned fluidly into a heavy gulp as he started to strip. It was just a body, she told herself furiously, her eyes raking down his firm chest, her cheeks turning a little pink at his stiff cock. It was kind of a pretty one, and it wasn't nearly as small as she had told him yesterday, especially all hard like that. She forced her gaze back up to his face and snapped, "Yes. Thank you for leering at me like a creep. I'm flattered. And I will kill you now. I'm over feeling guilty. Don't test me." And just to prove the point, she lifted a palm full of electricity.

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He shrugged his shoulders. Still, he couldn't help but preen a little as her eyes traveled over his body. It was nice to know she appreciated him just as much. If her electricity scared him, he didn't show it and he pulled on a clean pair of jeans, securing it with a belt.

He didn't say anything in response to her threat but instead picked out a black button down shirt, pulling it on.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She bristled, hesitated at his non response, her chest heaving with angry huffs. "Well?" she spat. She didn't quite understand what part of the 'convince me or I kill you' game he didn't understand.

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He couldn't help but chuckle softly at her response as he finished buttoning up his shirt. He made his way over to her, cupping her chin gently. "Just how do you suggest I go convincing you?" A shiver ran down his spine briefly as he thought of the desperate, unexpected kisses they had shared the night before.

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The anger in her expression drew back into submissive shock, and for a moment she stared up at him with wary eyes, intimidated--although she'd never admit it--by his proximity and how quickly her heart sped from it. So obviously her only plan of action involved slapping his hand away with a vicious spark, and quickly stepping back. "No freebies. You figure it out," she sniped.