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[evolutionaryimperative]

It had been a long and rather annoying process, getting his body back. Longer than he would have liked. More than anything, he just wanted to kill Matt Parkman, make him stay in his stupid head of his for so long. Sylar wasn't the type who liked confinement. In fact, he was exactly the opposite. He needed freedom. The ability to do what he wanted, take what he wanted. Parkman would pay for keeping him from it.

But there was something he needed to do first. Being with Parkman's wife had reminded him how much he missed Elle. He hated admitting to needing or wanting anyone, but if there was one thing he regretted, it was killing her.

He could fix that now. He had heard of this kid who could control life and death. Bennet had helped give him a new life. But that wasn't going to last long. Soon enough, Sylar found Jeremy and killed him (but not before noting how eeringly the kid looked like Luke. Weird). He dug around his brains and found what he was looking for. That delicious power.

Next stop was Costa Verde. He assumed Elle's corpse had to still be there. After all, where else would it have gone? He searched the newspapers until he read about a unidentified burnt corpse that was found the beach. He noted where she was buried and set off.

He was excited, he had to admit, to see her again. It didn't even cross his mind that she might be mad at him. After all, sure, he killed her, but he was bringing her back. That's what mattered, right? That's the way he saw it, anyways.

He found her grave and used his telekinesis to move the soil away, popping open the casket. He kneeled beside her, placing his hands on her burnt remains, focusing on restoring it to it's former glory. He found himself smirking as her body knit back together.

He was going to get her back, and then together they could kill Parkman. What could be better?

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[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He rolled his eyes and reached out, grabbing her arm. He couldn't believe he was doing this. "Fine," He snapped before bending down infront of her, kissing her shoes. At least they were knew and not very dirty. That would have just made things a thousand times worse.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Elle wasn't exactly sure how to react when he dropped to his knees at her feet, but her eyes bugged out of her head for a moment, and then she had to stifle the mad giggle that threatened to escape her.

His lips pressed against her shoes, and there were no words to describe how wonderful it felt, and she looked down up at the passing cars with a content smile. Sylar--Sylar--was kissing her feet.

"Na uh," she cooed, and lifted the legs of her jeans as she turned back to him. "Those are my shoes, sweetie. I said my feet."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Shoes, feet, it's the same difference, and it's good enough," He murmured, rising to his feet. That was his limit, and she needed to accept that because even doing just that much had kind of killed him inside just a little bit.

But at least she was smiling and looked much happier, even if for completely twisted and messed up reasons. He beat her yelling at him, that was for sure.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She beamed, grinning up at him, completely satisfied. She thought about stepping forward to hug him and tease him a little... but euh, he was kind of sticky. So instead, Elle turned on her heels back towards the car. "Fine, you can kiss my feet later," she said.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"We'll see about that," He said in response, following her back to the car. He climbed into the driver's side before opening the other door for her. Even if they did need to buy her more clothes, they were going back to the hotel first so he could change and shower. He did not appreciate being sticky.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"I know I will," she retorted, and plopped right in, buckling her seat belt and sucking some more slushie with a pleased smile. She felt a lot happier now. It still wasn't okay he fucked Janice, because that was just unforgivable. (She shuddered, and not just from the cold beverage.) But maybe she could not be so outraged about it anymore.

Maybe when they killed Parkman, she could kill Janice, too. Then the problem would be solved.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He certainly wouldn't care if she killed Janice or not. Sure, the woman had been a decent enough lay, but he had no attachment to her. Though that did leave the question of what they would do about little Matty, but for now, he didn't think about that.

Instead he pulled out of the parking lot and turned up the radio as he headed back toward the motel.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She scowled at his music, but was complacent for once and didn't argue. He could have his music for now. Just because she was in a better mood, and she didn't feel like going the extra mile to be a bitch. He was covered in orange juice, and that was good enough.