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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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"I was able to bring you back," He commented in a matter of fact as he led her back to the car he had stolen. "I'm pretty sure I win in this situation." It was nice, feeling her cling to him like this, even if she was only doing it because she had to and not because she wanted to.

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And she couldn't even argue with that, so she fell back on a nice, reliable, and totally applicable default. "I hate you," she repeated, trying to willing her legs to walk as he dragged her along.

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"You know," He mused with a smirk as he led her back to the car, opening up the passengers side for her. "I can tell when you're lying, now." He got into the driver's side, turning for a moment to pull a jacket he had in the back out. He handed it to her. It was better than nothing.

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Well, of course he could. Elle all but collapsed into the seat with a heavy eye roll, scowling and folding her legs against her chest, curling against the soft cushions.

"Good," she said, sneering at the jacket, but wrapping it around her shoulders anyway. Really, if he was going to bring her back to life because he was an indecisive psycho, couldn't he at least have the foresight to bring her something to wear. "Now you know when I'm telling the truth. I. Hate. You."

And she wasn't lying. Pretty much. She was pretty sure about that.

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He was surprised when that didn't twinge as much as he expected it to. His expression dropped a little as he turned the car on and headed in the direction of the motel he had been staying at.

"There's time. You'll come around, " He finally stated with a shtrug. "You won't hate me forever."

The idea that she would made his stomach turn in a way he wasn't expecting.

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"We'll see about that," she grumbled stubbornly, resting her chin on her knees. She didn't much care--at all--about why he found it in his stupid dead heart to bring her back, and she didn't care to know.

Elle gazed out the window, trying to avoid her contemplative reflection in the rear view mirror, her lips and brow worried with slight upset. She did hate him. She was furious. He killed her, and for what? For nothing.

The moment she had her strength back, she was just going to leave. She spent her whole life before that beach latching onto other people, expecting someone to give a shit. This was her second chance. Elle wasn't going to need anyone, not now.

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As if he was going to let her just leave. If she tried, he would just track her down again. He had brought her back for him, after all. No way was he letting her just leave him.

It had been a mistake, killing her. He had been so confused, and so sure she was lying to him about his parents, just like everyone else. And his hunger had overwhelemed him once the eclipse ended and he got his powers back. It had been a mistake. But he was going to fix it now.

Eventually, after driving in silence, they got to the motel he had been staying at. He helped her out the car and led her into the room.

"There's a shower you can use here, and you can borrow some of my clothes until we can get you some of your own."

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The moment they were in the room, she yanked away from him, his touch crawling uncomfortably (or maybe too comfortably) over her skin. She shed his jacket like it was infected and headed as dignified as she could, naked and wobbling, into the bathroom. Elle slammed the door behind her, pointedly. And locked it, pointedly.

He had to know she was mad. And everything she did would remind him of it until the second she left. If she couldn't kill him, making him feel like shit would do.

She nearly gagged at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was tangled and frizzy, and everywhere, she was covered in dirt and grime and--Elle turned straight to the bathtub, lowering herself to sit, more willing than ever to be near water.

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As if a locked door could stop him. Still, he got the message and sat on the bed, sighing softly as he ran his fingers through his hair. She was more upset than he expected her to be, honestly.

So he screwed up. He brought her back. That showed he cared, didn't it? Why didn't that mean anything to her? He'd have to prove to her that he needed her, that he wasn't just going to let her go.

She was his, after all, and she just had to learn that.

He began to undo his belt buckle, stripping to change into clothes to sleep in.

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She lost count of how many times she washed her hair, her body, but it was until the water started twisting down the drain clean. But no matter how many times she tried, no matter how much conditioner she used, no matter how much pain it caused, her hair was... knotted so badly she was pretty sure she'd have to cut it. And she was equally sure she might cry. Her chest grew tighter with each tug she tried to work through the strands, and the tears were building by the time the comb broke and started to use her fingers.

It just wasn't fair. Did he have to kill her, and leave her in a grave for so long she'd have to shave her head, too?

She let out a frustrated growl, picked up the broken comb, and hurled it at the door. "Sylar!" she called out his name angrily (he wasn't Gabriel anymore), her face contorted in anger. He was going to fix this.

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He might have tried to find a way to revive her sooner, but for months he hadn't even been in his own body, and that had been a more pressing concern. Not that she knew about any of that, but still.

His eyes widened in surprise as she called out his name. Not only that she was calling for him...but the name she used. He had almost been Gabriel to her, even when he had insisted on her calling him Sylar. And now she was calling him Sylar and...it hurt, somehow. He didn't understand it.

He got up and made his way to the bathroom door, using his telekensis to pop it open with ease. "What do you want?"

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She glared at him from her sitting position, her striking, teary blue eyes narrowed, her chest heaving and her hand clutching the shower rod. "My hair," she hissed, "is knotted."

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"Here, let me help," He murmured softly, kneeling down next to the bath. Looking at the intricate knots wasn't that unlike looking at a broken watch, he just had to figure out how the pieces fit together. After all, her hair was too pretty to cut.

He used his telekinesis to gently tug at the strands as he began to carefully free some of the knots from her hair.

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She huffed and faced her head forward, making a dainty little sniff and sitting still. She didn't actually expect him to help her without an attitude, and now she didn't know what to say. Besides a snippy, "be careful."

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"I'm always careful," Came his simple replied. He could have given her a fuss about helping her, but he knew that the more things he did like this without a fight, the more likely he would be able to win her back more quickly. So for now he focused on working through her hair, carefully untangling one chunk at a time.

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"Except for when you decided I'm better off dead," she hissed back, flushing with anger. She wasn't going to be even a little nice to him, even if he was doing something nice for her. Who said he brought her back because he had a moment of regret? He probably just wanted something from her. Okay, so Elle couldn't understand what that could possibly be, but she didn't care either way.

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"It was a mistake," He murmured softly, in a barely audible tone. "It wasn't until recently that I even knew of a way to bring you back." He liked to think he would have done it sooner, had he known about Jeremy and his power sooner. But who knew? It would have been nice to have her when he met his real father, or when his body freaked out on him from the shape shifting. She never would have let them take his body away from him.

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She sucked in a deep breath, the inhale straightening her spine. It didn't matter, even if something abhorrent inside of her warmed. He still did it in the first place. "How long was I dead?" she asked, her voice laced with acid, just to show him she didn't care.

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"About six months or so," He admitted with a shrug, working out more of the knots. Her hair was beginning to look better now. "So not that long, really." He didn't mention how much of those months were spent not even in his own body. Not yet anyways.

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An unimpressed scoff pushed through her nose, her hands folded nicely in her lap as she rolled her eyes. "What, did you get bored? Horny?" she asked snidely, trying to stab his heart. "I hope you don't think I'm actually staying with you."

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"If I was just horny, there are plenty of other women I could screw," He snapped in annoyance, pulling a little harder at her hair as he undid a particularly difficult tangle. "And where will you go? Do you really like I'll just let you leave?"

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She let out a short cry, and reached back to shove him with a harsh glower, annoyed that she couldn't shock him, because she was soaked. "You're never touching me again," Elle hissed. "And I'm leaving whether you like it or not."

Maybe it was playing with fire, telling him she was going to leave, but she couldn't stop the spitting words. She wanted to hurt him.

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He hissed in pain as he fell back down onto the tile, his head hitting the floor. "I'll touch you if I want to," He snarled, getting back up into a sitting position. As if to prove his point, he went back to working on the last of her tangles. "And if you leave, I'll just find you again."

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"Ha!" she fake laughed with a sneer, smirking at his pain. "It's cute you think so. I guess your life is going to be frustrating from here on out," she quipped, letting him go back to her hair. He could fix it, because she'd asked him to, and then he could keep his dirty hands to himself.

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"Believe me, Elle, if I want to find you, I will, and that's not a threat," He hissed, working out the last of her tangles. "That's a promise." He wanted her, it was true. And he always got what he wanted, in the long run.