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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 set her down in the car and got inside as well, locking the doors with his telekinesis before releasing her body finally. He hated going to such drastic measures, but it wasn't like she was leaving him with much choice.

Still, he couldn't help but feel a hit of regret as he watched her crumpled form. He would rather she fought him then look so broken and helpless. This wasn't the Elle he had fallen for at all.

He lifted his hand up, his expression softening, looking almost sad as he cupped her face, wiping at some of her tears.

He wanted to apologize, but for what? For forcing her to be with him? For killing her? For bringing her back? He wasn't even sure.

"It wasn't supposed to be like this."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She recoiled viciously from his hand, electricity charging the air and blue arcs leaving her in uncontrolled surges. The last thing she wanted was his touch, or his sympathy, and she certainly would have fought him teeth and nail if he hadn't been controlling her. "What did you expect it to be like?" she snapped back, and then realized she didn't even care at this point, if she ever did.

She pushed against the closed door suddenly, desperately reaching for the lock, and sobbing when it wouldn't budge. The only thing she could do was rest on the cool glass of the car window, her chest empty and heaving.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Like it was before. I didn't think you'd be so...repulsed by me." He murmured softly. "After being out of my body for so long, all I wanted was something familiar, someone who I could connect with...and the only one that's ever been is you."

He hesitated for a moment, and then unlocked the door. Clearly, he was going about this the wrong way. Another mistake. Another failed connection. It was no better than shifting into his mother. Maybe...maybe it was best just to let her go.

"But I was wrong."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She sobbed quietly through his whispered words, and then harder when he unlocked the door, because her fingers were so tight around the handle, but they were so still, too. She thought maybe it was the surprise, but as the seconds passed, she only gripped it tighter, wanting so badly to open the stupid thing and leave.

She hated him. More than anyone in the entire world. Even if she wondered what he meant, being out of his body. Even if he was the only one for her, too.

Because he was wrong. Because he'd been so fucking wrong.

"You," she forced out hoarsely. "Killed me."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"It was a mistake," He whispered hoarsely. "I freaked out, and I was so sure you were lying to me just like everyone else, and when my powers came back...so did everything else and it just went to shit. By the time I had my sense back...when I realized my mistake it was too late. I tried to use my blood to heal you, but it didn't work."

He didn't mention how everything went to shit after she died. How he had picked up shapeshifting just because he hated himself so badly. That he had turned into his own mother to justify things to himself. And how he had been split into two beings for a while, trapped outside of his body. And he could still somehow remember being inside the Carnival, seeing her death in the house of mirrors.

Even if she knew all that, he doubted it would change anything, so why mention it.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She tried not to latch onto the fact he'd tried to save her, but already they words were seared into her brain and playing over and over. But what did it matter? He couldn't have cared that much, to leave her there on the beach, when there had been Claire's blood, or Adam's blood. To not try again until months later, just because he felt like he needed fucking companionship.

Elle pressed her lips together, tears dripping down her face, and reached for her bag of clothes. "This was a mistake," she said, finally lifting her eyes to meet his. She didn't want to be alive for this. To be resurrected for his own selfish whims. "You don't care about me, Gabriel. You only care about yourself."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He hadn't even known about Adam, so that wasn't fair, and he doubted Claire would have done anything to help him. If he had known about Jeremy and his power sooner...well, who knew what he would have done.

"That's not true," He said, almost desperately, grasping at her hand. He didn't want to just let her go. Not so easily. But he didn't want to keep forcing her either. How could they be happy that way?

And then it struck him...maybe they couldn't be happy. Not anymore.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Another wave of tears filled her eyes, blurred her vision, and she didn't have the strength to pull away from him. Maybe because she wanted so badly to believe him. "You killed me, and I loved you," she said slowly, sucking in suffocated breath. "And you brought me back on a whim."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"It wasn't just a whim. I would have done it sooner, if I could have," He insisted stubbornly. And he really believed he would have. She was the only person he had ever felt any sort of connection with.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"It took you six months," she argued through flowing, hot tears, shaking her head. "What about the cheerleader? You practically killed me in her backyard."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"She wasn't going to help me, she hates me. She tried to kill me shortly after I killed you." Sure, cause he had held all of Primatech hostage, but again, things omitted. "I haven't even had my own bodies for months. And as soon as I had it back and found out there was someone who could control life and death, I came after you. Doesn't that count for something?"

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"You didn't need to ask her!" she snapped back, near hysterically. When had he ever asked for what he wanted? When had she? "I don't know what that counts for. Why were you not in your body?"

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"My blood didn't work, I assumed hers didn't either," He shouted back, desperate to defend himself, somehow. Even he knew his defenses were weak, at best.

"Because I killed Nathan and Angela freaked out. So she had Parkman wipe me out, and had me turn into Nathan, I picked up shapeshifting a while before that. I was stuck in Parkman's head."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"You could have tried!" she yelled, her fingers curling into fists. "It would have worked!" She'd seen it work before. "But instead, what, Gabriel? What were you doing for six months? Killing more people for fun?"

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"I was trying to find out the truth," He snapped back. "I met my real father, found out he killed my birth mother in front of me, ran from the government, practically lost my mind in the process of it all," To the point where he turned into his own mother. "And then I was wiped out of my own body. But I would hardly call any of it fun."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"Really?!" She all but screeched, shaking with grief and anger and hatred and betrayal. "Guess where I was? I was dead!"

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"I know. I'm sorry. I fucked up. I fucked up." He didn't know why she didn't just leave. She obviously hated him. It was a mistake. Bringing her back had been a bigger mistake than even killing her, he was afraid. "What more do you want from me? Do you want to hear how I killed a shapeshifter because I couldn't stand being myself anymore? How my life went to shit once I killed you? What do you want from me?"

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"I want you to stop making stupid fucking excuses for yourself!" she snapped back, and then lowered her voice to an accusing hiss. "You killed me! You killed me because it seemed like a good idea at the time because you were scared and lonely. And now that you're even more scared and lonely, you decided it would be a good idea to bring me back."

She didn't know why she hadn't left, why she was still screaming at him, pushing him, why her knuckles were still white on the handle, but never, not once, moving.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"If I was just scared and lonely, don't you think I would just find someone else to fill your place. It's not just random happestance that I chose you," He shouted back, his own voice becoming hoarse as he finally broke down completely. "I chose you because I care about you. And there's no excuse for killing you, and it was probably even more selfish to bring you back, you're right, but don't act there's no meaning to my actions."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Elle stared at him fiercely, disbelieving, even as she heard the truth to what he was saying. Her chest heaved, and she grabbed her bag of clothes from him viciously this time, her fingers finally uncurling from the godforsaken handle. "Then you're going to prove it," she hissed angrily, tearing into the bag without another word. Maybe it wasn't her best decision, or her smartest one, but it was that one she made.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He was surprised by her decision to say, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't filled with relief when she finally let go of the door handle. She wasn't going to leave. She was going to stay with him. That was a start, at least.

"How do you want me to prove it?"

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She turned her hips up to unabashedly pull off his shorts, and she took out the panties and bra to rip off the tags and pull the underwear on. She would have sighed in relief if she wasn't so angry. "You're going to grovel at my feet, Gabriel," she said simply. "You're going to prove that you love me, and then I'll decide how I feel about it," she hissed, whipping off his t-shirt to clasp her bra over her bare chest. She glared at him steadily, and reached for her jeans. "Even if it's cutting off your head in your sleep, got it?"

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He couldn't help but let his eyes travel over her nude form as she began to undress. She was beautiful, just like she had always been. His lips curled in a frown at the comment about groveling, but he bit his tongue and just nodded. If that's what it took...well, he supposed he would have to deal.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

A dark rush of satisfaction trickled down her spine, and she grabbed her soft top to pull it on. She guessed she'd see how sincere he could be, but in the meantime she was just relieved to be wearing real clothes, and she slipped into her heels with a content sigh. "I'm hungry," she said shortly, and wiped the remains of tears from her cheeks.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Is there anywhere in particular you want to eat?" He asked with a raised brow, more than a little disappointed once she finished dressing. He made the mental note that they would have to go out and buy her more clothes later. But at least she probably wouldn't try to escape again. That was a plus.