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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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[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."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She couldn't help it. Her head tipped back; her skin tingled with electricity, and she laughed gently, even as her mind and heart raced, because he was right, about all of it. Except maybe the comfortable part, completely. Being restrained by telekinesis wasn't very comfortable at all.

"If only I could move," she whispered forlornly.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Promise me," He whispered softly. "Promise me you won't try to run off if I let go of you. I have to know I can try you. And if you're lying, I'll know, Elle. It has to be a sincere promise."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She let out an annoyed puff of air and a soft keen, dropping her head forward. Sincere? He was asking her to be sincere? Was he joking? "I promise," she whined, but it was more than a complaint than anything. Oh, and it was also a complete lie.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He laughed softly, brushing his lips against her neck as he felt the tingle go off with her lie. "I told you not to lie, Elle. If you keep this up, I'll never let you go. Though I could live with that arrangement."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"This isn't fair," she moaned, so frustrated she was near tears. She tried everything. Everything. Besides whining. "I can't even commit to watching a TV show."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"But you can see my predictment, can't you? I went through all this trouble to get a power just to bring you back, what would be the point if I just let you escape?" He asked softly. He didn't like seeing her cry, but it couldn't be helped.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

The muscles in her legs were getting really stiff, and they hurt. She was still a little weak from not moving them for six months and all. Elle slumped and sobbed dryly. The worst part was she could see his predicament. How many times had she tortured prisoner in almost the exact same way?

"I promise, okay?" she snapped, her voice defeated and raspy. "I'll try to escape tomorrow." What was the point of lying about it, anyway?

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

And as there was no tingle of a lie, he let her go, smirking victoriously. "See? Was that so hard?" He asked, brushing back some of her hair.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"Yes," she said, swatting his hand away and dragging herself to the bed to snuggle under the covers. She pulled them over her head and curled into a fetal position. As if she was going to let him touch her unless she wanted something.

Maybe if he fell asleep before sunrise, she could try to sneak out then.