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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 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.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"I fooled him into thinking drinking would get rid of me, and ended up taking complete control over his body," He laughed a little more, smirking broadly. "He really isn't a smart man at all."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"I could have told you that," she chirped, beaming at him as she popped a cherry into her mouth. "What did you do then?"

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Screwed up his life more. Worked actively to use his body to find my own." And you know, screwed Janice. But he didn't mention that. As amused as Elle seemed by all this, he doubted she'd appreciate that. She didn't even like him mentioning that he thought Janice was hot.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"But screwed up his life how?" She paused to pout. That wasn't juicy at all. She wanted the good stuff.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Ruined his credibility with his job..." He hesitated for a moment before finally adding, "And I showed his wife what a real man was like. I believe her exact words were 'if only you could be like this all the time'"

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She wasn't exactly sure if she'd heard him right at first, and then she wasn't quite sure what he meant, and then finally, finally, her brain processed the fact that he fucked Matt Parkman's hideous, disgusting wife. With Matt Parkman's parts.

Elle could feel her cheeks growing hot, and her fork clattered into her plate. Be like what all the time? What did he do to her? How? Where? She wanted to know everything, and then she wanted to kill the stupid bitch. And him. A lot.

Oh god, she was going to vomit up all of her pancakes.

"What?" she snapped.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

Sylar couldn't help but smirk a little in amusement at her reaction. She was jealous. Like..insanely so, if he was gauging things right. Maybe he should have mentioned this sooner. At the very least, this would be good fodder for next time she claimed not to care about him or what he did.

"You heard me," He said casually, taking a victory sip of his coffee. "I screwed her. He was pretty pissed at me the first time I did it, but she seemed to enjoy it. Apparently, I'm much better in bed than he normally was." He paused a moment for effect before adding. "Why does it matter? I thought you never wanted to touch me again."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Her nostrils flared warningly, and her fingers sparked, burning the table as she clutched at the ledge. How dare he--how dare he just tell her that like it was no big deal! He cheated on her!

Elle's breath went shaky and she stood up without another thought, picked up her half-eaten plate of strawberry-topped pancakes and her orange juice, and dropped the sticky sauce right into his lap, the juice finding its rightful home in his hair.

She threw the dishes down onto the table with a loud clatter, and then walked straight out the door, her fists clenched as she stalked aimlessly down the sidewalk.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He growled in anger as she dumped her food on him and stormed out, leaving him utterly humiliated. He threw a bunch of money on the table and stormed out after her on the street, his long legs making it easy to catch up with her.

"What the hell is your problem?" He shouted. "You act like you could give a shit less what I do, keep claiming that you hate me and wouldn't want to touch me in a million years and then act like a jealous girlfriend. What the hell is that all about?"

It's not like Janice had meant anything. It had just been an ends to a means. A way to get back at Parkman, to take more control from him.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She spun around to face him, and she wouldn't lie--she got quite the kick out of seeing him covered in her breakfast. "Jealous? Jealous?!" she screeched up at him. "You think I'm jealous? For someone who spent six months crying over killing me and doing nothing about it like a little bitch, you sure know how to stray!"

And then she turned on her heel and kept right on walking. It didn't matter that maybe she wasn't making any sense. She had a lot of emotions and she was going to let them out.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"As far as I knew, there was nothing I could do," He shouted back in annoyance. "And it wasn't like I was fucking her because I liked her, it was a way to get control of him, which was the only way I was ever going to get my body back. And as far as I knew at that time, I was never going to be able to bring you back, was I supposed to stay celibate forever?"

Okay, so maybe he did feel kind of guilty about it. He certainly had preferred sex with Elle. But it had been an ends to a means. Just like kissing Maya had been back in Mexico. He wasn't afraid to use sex as a weapon, if he had to.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"Yes!" she screamed. Wasn't the answer was obvious? It didn't matter if he didn't like the cow, and he was just being a dick, and he was a man with needs. She couldn't fucking care less about his stupid games or his needs.

She was so angry she could killed someone, anyone. The first person that looked at her the wrong way on the street. So clearly, she headed straight for the 7-11 a few storefronts down like it was a shining beacon of light.

She needed a slushie.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He just growled and followed her into the 7-11. While she was getting a slushie he made his way to the bathroom, washing some of the food off of his face and hair. He knew she wouldn't like hearing about that part of his activities while she was gone, but he still thought she was overreacting. Was it really cheating if she was dead?

Once again, he found himself really wondering if bringing her back had been worth it or not. He finally made his way out of the bathroom once he was cleaner, making his way to the counter to pay for her slushie.

At least those usually put her in better moods.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

The moment her jumbo cherry slushie was paid for, Elle walked straight out the door, her nose in the air, sipping from the green plastic straw. It had been a pain enough to wait for him just so she could leave with it, and she had stood at the counter contemplating murdering the cashier instead.

She wasn't overreacting. He just ruined everything for her, even when she was dead. Elle let the sugary, frozen drink calm her nerves as she walked silently back to the diner, licking her wounds.

Maybe she should just leave. Obviously he wasn't taking this grovelling thing seriously.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He rolled his eyes again as he followed her out of the convience store. "Look, I'm sorry, okay?" He shouted after her, remembering her comments about him groveling before. This was probably the closest he was going to get to it, honestly.

They were approaching the diner and where the car was parked as he continued. "Look, I never would have fucked her if I knew there was any chance of you coming back. If I had known then, I wouldn't have done it, even if it was the best way to get control of him and get my body back."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

That was better, she decided. Not quite good enough, but better. She twirled around to face him in the parking lot, pulling away from the straw with an unamused expression. At the very least, maybe she could have some fun with this.

Her free hand found her hip, and she stared up at him. "Kiss my feet," she ordered.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He rolled his eyes a little. He wasn't going to give in that easily. Not to such a stupid request. "I'm not going to kiss your feet," He said firmly.

He was willing to do alot to try to win her back, but even he had limits. It was a matter of pride.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She expected a fight about it, obviously, but her eyes flashed anyway, and she tapped the sole of her shoe on the asphalt, glaring up at him. "Get on the ground and kiss my feet, or I'm leaving right now," she threatened. And she would.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"I'm not doing it," He argued. He figured she was bluffing. If she was going to leave him, she would have done it already, he was sure of it.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Elle smiled sardonically up at him. "You have five seconds," she said simply, her voice thick with impatience. "Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Bye." And then she started walking past him.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He rolled his eyes and reached out, grabbing her arm. He couldn't believe he was doing this. "Fine," He snapped before bending down infront of her, kissing her shoes. At least they were knew and not very dirty. That would have just made things a thousand times worse.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Elle wasn't exactly sure how to react when he dropped to his knees at her feet, but her eyes bugged out of her head for a moment, and then she had to stifle the mad giggle that threatened to escape her.

His lips pressed against her shoes, and there were no words to describe how wonderful it felt, and she looked down up at the passing cars with a content smile. Sylar--Sylar--was kissing her feet.

"Na uh," she cooed, and lifted the legs of her jeans as she turned back to him. "Those are my shoes, sweetie. I said my feet."