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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 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.

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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.

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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.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She sucked some more water out through her straw, flickering her eyes up to his impatiently. "Tell me about how hollow Parkman's head is," she suggested with an eye roll. She wouldn't have wanted to be there, at least.

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"Very," He replied with a roll of his eyes in memory. "He's just a waste of space. He doesn't even use his power. I think the only thing he has going for him is that his wife is hot. I don't blame her for cheating on him, he's so pathetic. He actually thought drinking was going to get rid of me," He smirked in memory. "But he's not going to waste space much longer."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"His wife isn't hot," she argued, her lashes fluttering momentarily. Not that she cared if he thought so or not, but it just wasn't true. She'd seen plenty of pictures in Parkman's files. "She has an ugly mole," she added, disgusted, and quickly changed the subject, just in case he got the wrong idea. "What are you going to do to him?"

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"She has a nice body," He replied with a shrug of her shoulders. "But she's not as pretty as you, in case you were worried," He couldn't help but smirk. she had sounded almost jealous. That was a good sign, right? Still, he was going to not mention having sex with Janice for now. "What do you think I plan on doing? I'm going to kill him."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

A scoff left her lips, and she stared at him in blatant revulsion. "I wasn't worried," she hissed. As if she gave a shit. As if that heifer could possibly compare to her. That wasn't what she'd been thinking at all. If he was stuck in Parkman's big ugly body, did that mean he'd seen them have sex? A gag stuck in her throat and she took another gulp of water. "Why bother now?"

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Because he locked me in his head. He took my body away from me Elle," He said indignantly. "I can't just let him get away with that. I would have done it already, but I wanted to bring you back first." Besides, he thought she might enjoy helping. She always seemed to enjoy killing before.

"Besides, telepathy would be a handy power to have."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"How romantic," she said dryly, her voice laced with acid. If he thought his sob story meant anything to her, he was denser than she thought. "Bring me back from the dead to kill the fat guy, and then poke around my private thoughts." And maybe she was giving him a hard time, but did she care? No.

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"I didn't bring you back to kill Parkman," He countered with a roll of his eyes. "I could do that easily on my own." He wouldn't deny that the idea of being able to poke around in her thoughts was appealing though. He liked the idea of being able to hear anyone's thoughts, really. It would give him that much more control.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Elle didn't like it at all, not one bit. Not that it would matter, because obviously she hated him with a passion and no amount of mind-reading could change that. But Parkman's power didn't just stop there, and her tummy twisted at the thought.

There was no way she was letting him have that power, she decided, looking into his dark, hungry eyes. She didn't trust him.

"Yet for a few months, you had trouble with that," she retorted sweetly.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"It's hard to kill someone when you lack a physical body," He responded in an annoyed tone. "But I found other ways to get my revenge on him," He thought back to when he tricked Parkman into attacking that one suspect and smiled. That had been a good day.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"I'm assuming Parkman's body was there when you got yours back," she replied with a sarcastic smile, which she softened for Dolores as the woman came by with her shriveled hands and arms covered in plates--most of them for Elle.

Her eyes lit up; she hadn't realized how awfully hungry she'd been until there was food in front of her. Dolores politely asked if either of them needed anything more, but Elle's mouth was already full of chocolate chip pancakes.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"I would think you'd be flattered that I decided getting you back was more important than revenge," He said in reply after he assured Dolores that they were fine. "Besides, I want him to stew, to think he's safe. He would have expected me to kill him right away. He'll suffer more this way."

It was kind of cute, the way she was scarfing down her pancakes. She was like a giant child.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Flattered, whatever. He'd have to try harder than that. She reached across to his plate with a pointed eye roll and stole a piece of bacon, and then took a sip of orange juice, and then went dutifully back to her pancakes. Eventually, when she swallowed, she'd ask what games he'd played on Matt while in that boring head. That sounded interesting.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He frowned as she stole his piece of bacon. That was his bacon. But he bit his tongue again. She was probably much more hungry than he was. Instead, he set his fork down, picking up his coffee to take a sip. He'd more than happy to tell her about his adventures in Matt's head, and how he found ways to keep himself from being bored.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She finally worked the mouthful of food down her throat, digging into the strawberry topping with whipped cream. "What did you do in Parkman's head?" she asked before shoveling the sweet, tangy fruit into her mouth, licking off stray whipped cream.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He couldn't help but watch as she licked away the whipped cream. He wondered idly if she was doing it on purpose. Probably. "I used his power against him. Made him see things that weren't there. Like he was on this drug heist, right?" He smirked even wider as he recalled this one. "And I made him think that the suspect had kidnapped and killed a little girl. You think he would have figured out it was me when I had the image of the little girl hidden between the walls, just like Molly."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She giggled cruelly as she chewed, scooping more whipped cream inside her mouth with a content sigh. It felt like she hadn't had whipped cream in six months. Her poor body.

She wished she could have seen the look on Parkman's stupid face. "What happened?" Elle asked, licking her spoon, looking up at him with amused eyes--and a real smile, for the first time. But it was allowed, because it had nothing to do with being there with him.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

It was nice to see her smile, even if it was due to her own sociopathic tendencies and nothing to do with him. He laughed a little cruelly before responding. "He totally freaked out and beat the guy to death. He would have lost his job over it, but he used his power to wipe his partner's memory, just as he kept swearing to me that he wasn't going to use his power anymore."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She answered his laugh with her own, brightening like a child on Christmas, and turned back to the chocolate chip pancakes with glee. "What else?" she asked excitedly.