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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 frowned in annoyance, his hands clenched at his side as he made his way to sit on the other side of the bed now. He wasn't going to lash out at her, no matter how much of a brat she acted like. That's just what she expected him to do, he was sure.

He rolled his eyes as she turned on the tv. He hated shows like The Simpsons. They were idiotic.

"I thought you said you were tired"

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"I wasn't tired, I was dead," she scoffed, reaching back for a pillow to rest her chin on. She watched the moving cartoon, but couldn't will herself to laugh at anything funny happening on screen.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Well, you said you wanted a shower and rest. Your words, not mine," He replied with a roll of his eyes. "And if you're going to watch something, you might as well watch something with substance."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She bristled, turning hateful eyes over to him. "I said I wanted a shower, and food, and clothes. Shows how much you listen." Elle turned back to the television set, her lips pressing together angrily. "And if you don't like The Simpsons, there's the door."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"No place is open to buy you clothes right now, but we can go get you food if you want," He rolled his eyes once more. "And I'm not about to leave you, I think you would have figured that out by now."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"As if I can go out just wearing a t-shirt," she snapped at him--she wouldn't, and she wasn't going to. Frustration rose up in her throat, and suddenly pretending to watch TV was just exhausting. She turned off the television and dropped the remote on the floor, twisting up to wriggle under the covers. "I changed my mind. I'm tired," she lied. "Stop talking to me."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Fine, I'll go out and buy you something as soon as a store opens, and then we'll go out to breakfast, he argued, getting underneath the covers as well. If she thought he was going to sleep on the floor or something ridiculous like that, she had another thing coming.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

The bed squeaked and moved as he laid down, and Elle felt so much anger fill her she started to shake. Her body twisted around onto her back, and she turned her head towards him. "You're not sleeping here with me," she ordered, disgusted.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I am." He said in a simple matter of fact tone. "Whether you like it or not." If he had to use his telekinesis to keep her from trying to move, he'd do it. Either way, she was sharing the bed with him, so she might as well just get used to it.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She stared at his dark, resilient eyes, huffing with heavy breath before defiantly kicking the covers off. This was not going to happen. She was not going to share a bed with him. She got up, walking straight towards the door, clothes be damned. She'd rob a store if she had to.

"It's been lovely," she called back sarcastically. "Bye!"

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He held his hand up, locking the door easily with his telekinesis. He locked all the windows as well.

"Did you really think I would let you just leave? That it was going to be that easy, Elle?"

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Her hands closed around the doorknob anyway, and she jiggled it, pulled it, tried to unlock it before turning on him with electricity crackling in her palm. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she glared at him with just a taint of fear--suddenly the shadowy walls of the room started to feel more like a cage. "Let me out," she growled.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"I told you, I'm not going to let you go easily. And if you insist on trying to escape, then I have to use force. You pushed me to this, Elle. You left me with no choice."

He wasn't going to let her go so easily. He'd force her to stay, force her to love him again. He didn't want to be alone anymore.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Her face slowly fell at his words, and she swallowed thickly, staring deep into his eyes. She was a little afraid now. Just a little. Which was why she threw a volt of electricity through the window to break the glass, and it shattered, jagged pieces falling to concrete outside. And that was why she ran, trying to scramble out of the room through the broken glass, however futile the move might be.

Well, that. And just to be difficult.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He held up his hand, freezing her in her place before she could get out of the window. He made his way over to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. He leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"Elle, why are you trying to make things more difficult then they need to be? You're only making things harder for yourself this way."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Her heart pounded hard against her chest as her body stopped moving, and she sucked in labored breaths as she heard his approach, her eyes closing painfully as his arms wrapped around her. He was so warm, and the tickle of his breath run right down her spine.

"If you don't take your hands off me right now," she said quietly in a gently oath, "I'll burn them off."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"They'll grow back," He replied in a nonchalant sort of voice. "Why are you fighting this?" He asked softly. "You know you don't really hate me. Would it help if I said I was sorry? I've only ever regretted killing a few people, and you're one of them. Doesn't that make you feel special?"

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She sparked viciously in warning, her lashes lifting to reveal a set of hard, unrelenting eyes. "You don't make me feel special, Gabriel," she whispered cruelly, and it wasn't a lie, not really. She'd always known she was special--before him, after him, and him killing her certainly didn't make her feel like anything but shit, but he didn't need to know that unsavory part. "You're the one who needs something to make you feel special."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"You called me Gabriel again," He said with a proud smile, running his fingers against her sides. "I knew you still liked me." He bristled a little at her accusation. "I don't need confirmation, I know I'm special."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She shivered involuntarily, her eyes slipping closed. It just felt nice, that was all. Anybody could do that to her and it would feel nice. Her head tilted to the side, towards his, and she smiled softly, viciously. "Is that why everything you do is about proving just how special you are, Gabriel?" She laughed gently. "You're pathetic. You've always been pathetic, and no amount of abilities will change that," she hissed.

Harsh, but the truth was harsh. She wasn't so sure anymore why she was trying so hard to break him. For fun? To see if she could? To find some semblance of control where she had none?

Maybe all three.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

His eyes flickered and narrowed, and he would be lying if he said she hadn't hit a sore spot. "I am not pathetic," He hissed, his voice almost desperate as he tightened his hold on her.

He just didn't like the thought of not being special, that's all. It had nothing to do with the fact that she was the one saying this to him. She didn't have any control over him. He was the one in control here.

He just had to keep reminding himself of that.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She gasped as he squeezed her closer, and turned her curled, victorious lips around further, resting them on the stubble over his curved jaw. "Let me move, Gabriel."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"If I do, you might just try to escape again," He countered, letting his lips brush against hers now. "Besides, I'm comfortable like this."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She inhaled shakily, her eyes flickering down to his soft mouth. It only took a split second too long to resolutely turn her flushing face forward. "I'm not," she said stubbornly.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"You're lying. You like how I feel pressed against you." He trailed his hand up her side. "My fingers against your skin. How wonderfully in time we can move together."