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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 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.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He probably wouldn't sleep very heavily for the night. He was too nervous about the idea that she might try to leave, honestly. But for now he got into bed next to her, watching her as she drifted off to sleep.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

-

When Elle woke up, rays of sun were streaming through the thin cheap curtains, and her head had somehow ended up near Sylar's shoulder, his heavy arm draped around her waist.

He was breathing steadily, and she was trapped in a cocoon under half his chest (even in his sleep he was overbearing, she thought with a scoff), so instead of trying to escape, she laid there, watching the remains of darkness die as the sun rose.

Plus, his warm, solid body was pressed down on hers, his heavy breath snoring lightly beside her ear, and it was tickling the sensitive skin of her neck. She might have enjoyed it, just a little, and maybe she had moved a lock of his long hair off of his cheek.

She figured that at least he wasn't gelling it back like a douche bag anymore.

Eventually though, she needed to go to the bathroom, and she figured she might as well try to get away instead of giving up. With a sigh, she tried to move, to unwedge her body from underneath his. It would be a shame, she realized, if he woke up, besides the obvious reason. She kind of liked him when he was quiet.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

As she moved beneath him, he began to stir. As he predicted, he wasn't in a deep sleep at all. In fact, he had spent most of the night watching her as opposed to actually sleeping. A little paranoid, yes, but he was nothing if not a little paranoid. He couldn't help it, it was in his nature.

His eyes opened and he let out a soft yarn, wrapping his arms around her before pulling her close to him once more. He didn't want to lose her warmth just yet. It had been such a nice surprise when she had curled up to him in the middle of the night. He didn't want to give it up just yet.

Besides, she could be trying to escape, and he just couldn't allow that.

"Good morning, sunshine."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She sighed in disappointment, lifted her hand to his shoulder wearily as her eyes fluttered closed. "Can sunshine please use the bathroom?" she asked dryly, her lips moving against his jaw.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He laughed softly, releasing her however reluctantly. "Yes, you can." He wasn't worried. There weren't any windows in the bathroom.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

That was a fact she had bemoaned during half of her shower, and now again, when she wriggled from his arms to pad into the room and shut the door. She looked balefully up at the itty bitty vent circulating air for a few moments, and then finally sat on the toilet, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and dragged herself back into the bedroom with the deepest sour puss on her face she could manage.

"You're a sucky kidnapper," she complained, jumping back on the bed and sitting back on her heels. "I'm really bored already."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He was already up and getting dressed, pulling his pants on and doing the buckle when she made her way back on the bathroom. "Well lucky for you, we're going out. I told you I would buy you clothes and take you out for breakfast today, didn't I?" He threw her a pair of shorts. "I think these might fit you better than the sweat pants." After all, she couldn't go out just wearing a shirt.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She groaned, picking up the fabric as if it was offending her. And really, it was. "I'll look awful," she complained, just because she could really, and she was in the worst mood in her entire life. Her first one and second one combined.

She got up and tugged the shorts on, whining like a child when no matter how many times she rolled the waistband up, she still had to hold the fabric up. "What am I supposed to put on my feet?" she asked, looking down at her bare toes. "I can't go into a store without shoes on. They'll kick us out."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"I could lend you a pair of sandals, I guess. We'll stop at the mall first thing. You can buy whatever you like," He replied with a shrug of his shoulders. It's not like money mattered, not when he had the Midas touch, and besides, anything to win points with her was good.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"Man sandals? You own man sandals?" she asked, aghast, not comforted--or at least not showing it--from his words in the least. There were tricks to getting around this lie detector thing, she was quickly learning. Just don't say anything about the important things! "Just kill me again before I die of embarrassment."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"It's man sandals, or no clothes for you," He put it very simple, smirking at her. "It's up to you. I don't really care. I rather like watching you just in a t-shirt."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She rolled her eyes, holding the dumb loose shorts tighter. "Just give me your ugly sandals, you pervert."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He just laughed, handing her his pair of sandals. "Please, like you wouldn't check me out if I was walking around shirtless."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Elle snatched them up and dropped them to the floor near her feet. "Been there, done that," she said snidely, cringing down at the sandals.

She slipped them on--they were about ten million sizes too big too, and even uglier than she thought. She hoped he knew she was going to burn them later. Man sandals aren't shoes. Didn't he know that?

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"And you liked every moment of it," He reminded her with a knowing smirk. He dug around in his bag until he found what he was looking for. He knew he had a few safety pins. He made his way over to and started pinning the shorts together so she wouldn't have to hold them up anymore.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Her eyes simply rolled again, and she crossed her arms over her chest as he pinned the shorts up. It would be nice to have a bra, she thought aimlessly, trying not to concentrate on his proximity, or the brush of his fingers against her hips. She was just going to buy one whole outfit and shoes right away so she didn't have to walk around looking homeless longer than she needed to.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He leaned in, sniffing her scent as he worked carefully on her shorts. He lingered there for a moment or two, even though he was finished. It was nice, being so close to her. And it was kind of fun dressing her up in his clothes, even if they were way too big for her.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

It took only a few seconds of his prolonged presence to start feeling a bit hot and annoyed, and she slipped by him towards the door. "Can we go now?" she whined.