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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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[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"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.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"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.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

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.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

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.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

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.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

If he was taken aback or annoyed by the way she slapped his hand away, he didn't show it. "I can think of a few things," And without another thought he leaned in, pressing his lips against hers once more.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She let out an exaggerated, infuriated sound, her eyes widening in surprise--even though a small, ignored part of her was waiting for it, reveled in it, another part of her hadn't seen it coming through her indignation.

How easy did he think she was? She sparked hotly onto his soft lips, shoving him away with all the strength and weight in her small frame. Just for good measure, she slapped his cheek dramatically. She had a point to prove, anyway.

She wasn't exactly sure what that point was, but it involved humiliating him and being generally difficult. Probably because she wanted him, and he clearly wanted her. Obviously this meant game, set, match for control in the twisted relationship. "Strike one."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

Was it weird that he actually preferred her fighting back like this as opposed to how almost terrifyingly compliant she had been the night before? It certainly got his attention, anyways.

Still, he frowned, a little annoyed as he rubbed his cheek. He grabbed her hand and pulled her in closer to him, so that her body was pressed against his. "I don't think you're the one calling the shots around here."

Although really, they had both proven that they weren't willing to kill one another, not if they didn't have to, anyways. But that knowledge didn't make any of the rest of it easier.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She let out a surprised squeak, falling forward at his urging, and gasping at his very warm, very solid body against hers, some of his parts more solid than others. Her jaw set through the aroused flushed that rose, prickling over her skin, and she was so angry at her reaction that she could hardly see straight, glaring up at him. "Oh yeah?" she hissed, and her body rushed with electricity, enough to make his limbs spasm, and she stepped back easily with a gleeful smirk.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He cried out in pain, stumbling backwards at her shocks, much stronger than what he had been expecting. She was full on surprises this morning. And why the fact that things were taking a violent turn was turning him on more, he didn't know, but he didn't give it much thought either.

"Yes," He spat in return, flicking his wrist to pin her against the wall. Not as strong as when he had been preventing her from running off, but strong enough to keep her there.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She cried out, her eyes filling with fury and her teeth gritting as she slammed against the wall, unable to move. Easily, she simply opened her palm and shot a sizzling arc of lightning at him, with enough punch to send him flying across the room.

She stumbled to the ground, seething. "I'm sorry, you were saying?" she growled sarcastically, lifting her hand, ready at his slightest movement. "I'm not convinced yet."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He slammed into the wall before falling down to the ground, his back cracking slightly in the process. He'd probably be bruised and a little burned later, but he didn't care. He rose back his feet, stalking closer to her.

"Like I said before, if you were going to kill me, you would have? All this?" He smirked a little. "It's just fun and games."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

This time, she smirked back, cocking her head to the side. "It is fun," she agreed, electricity humming and buzzing out her her palm, connecting with his chest warningly as he went to corner her again. "Give me one good reason why I should keep playing."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Because, I'm someone who can actually keep up with you," He replied, still smirking broadly at her. "I can take what you give, and return it in favor. If you kill me, and go back to that stuffy old Company of yours, will you really be happy?"

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Elle stared at him for a moment, her self-assured smile falling less than an inch, her eyes darkening. Would she be happy back there, Gabriel dead or not? No. The answer didn't surprise her, but the fact that he knew the right question did. Her smile reemerged, this one more amused than angry. "Would I?" she parroted back.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

The change in expressions was subtle, but not unnoticed. Sylar continued, his own smirk growing a little wider now. "I don't think so. I think you were bored, cooped up. When was the last time they even let you go outside? Wouldn't you rather be free?"

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She wanted to snottily tell him she was allowed outside (sometimes), but let it slide for a more important point. "I'm not free here, apparently," she said simply, raising a sardonic eyebrow.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"You've had plenty of oppertunity to escape," He replied with an easy grin. "I haven't had anything locked all this morning, and you haven't even checked. So somehow, I don't think you're that upset aobut being "stuck" here with me."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"I assumed everything was still locked. Why beat a dead horse? I'm creative enough to think of something different." She shrugged, as if this didn't matter, even as her eyes slid curiously to the door. "So if I just went to leave, you'd just let me?" she asked, feeling him out.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"You could have gotten up while I was asleep and tried," He pointed out with a shrug. He had actually left the doors unlocked because he was pretty sure she wouldn't leave. But he didn't say that. For now, he played along. "I suppose, but is leaving me what you really want to do?"

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"Hrm," Elle said thoughtfully, and straightened, dropping her hand as she pretended to think for a moment. "Let's see. You broke into my home, killed my co-workers, beat me up, dragged me here against my will, and then almost killed me." She sighed. "Yeah," she decided easily, and headed for the door without another word or glance towards him.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He took a few long strides before cutting her off at the door. As if he was really going to just let her walk away. "I didn't kill you though. I could have, but J chose not to. Doesn't that mean anything?"

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She stopped with a tolerant, innocent smile as he spoke. And then tried to sidestep him. "No. I still want to leave."