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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]

"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.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"I want pancakes," she said immediately, looking out the window, deciding to be as high-maintenance as possible. His constant gaze on her naked body wasn't a big surprise, and it hadn't particularly meant anything to her before, since she'd been so mad, but now it was giving her ideas.

Maybe it was unfair, but she was going to torture him so thoroughly he'd probably start crying, too.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Pancakes I can do," He murmured, starting up the care finally. He pulled out of the parking lot and started down the street, heading in the direction of a diner he remembered passing before.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She said nothing, just gazed at the passing scenery as he drove, and hopped out of the car when they'd stopped. She paused for a split second to adjust her shirt, and then walked briskly and confidently (and swaying her hips) to the entrance without looking at him once.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He couldn't help but grin as he watched her. At least she was acting more like her old self again. That was a good sign, right? He was taking it as that. He followed her inside were an elderly waitress (her name tag said Dolores) led them to a small booth. He sat on one side, leaving the other side for her.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She plopped down and opened the menu as Dolores listed off the specials, and then preceded to order multiple pancake platters with every sweet, unhealthy topping available without a second's hesitation. Her first meal was going to be a good one, at least. Even if he was here.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He rolled his eyes at her selections but didn't criticize them. Instead he ordered himself some waffles with fresh fruit and black coffee before handing back his menu to Dolores.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Elle took a sip of her water as Dolores left, and raised bored, deliberately unimpressed eyes to him. "Considering I've been dead for six months, I have nothing to talk about. Entertain me."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"What do you want to be entertained by?" He asked, raising a brow. He went over his stories from the past few months, but he felt hesitant talking about any of them. He was pretty sure all her responses would be something like "wish I could have been there, but I was dead." and really, that was getting to be an old tune already.