| Appearences by: | Elle and Sylar |
| Season: | Season 1 |
| Episode #: | 12 |
| Date: | November 13, 2006 |
| Total Deaths: | 0 |
Sylar (6:03:24 PM): ::"Elle!", he shouted, not turning from putting on his coat by the door, clearly intending on going out, "We've got to get there today, you know?" Women. Hours on hair and makeup, (don't get him started on clothes!), and for what? Elle, unlike most women, had no need of cosmetics to make her look pretty. She had a kind of inner… something. Maybe it was her personality. She could look like crap, not that he could notice or care, and still be beautiful to him. His average prep time was five minutes tops. "Elle," he growl-muttered under his breath.::
Elle (6:10:36 PM): "I'm coming, I'm coming! Jeez! So impatient!" She came walking out of the room wearing a pair of navy, skinny leg jeans, black, knee-high boots, and a grey cardigan showing off a bit of that cleavage. "So… how do I look?" She asked with a smile on her face. Soft waves were in her hair to make it appear more volumous, and her bangs were neatly combed to the side. Walking up to him, she placed her hands on his chest giving him a quick soft peck on the lips. "Are you mad at me?" She asked with mock
Elle (6:10:44 PM): innocence fluttering her lashes.::
Sylar (6:16:43 PM): "No, babe, I'm not angry! Its just that stores close at night, and we kind of have to be there before they do. That's how this works, you silly blonde!" He said teasingly. He pecked back. He may have to……..revise what he'd said about women taking too long. When Elle looked like that. He loved the jeans that showed off her sculpted legs, he couldn't touch the cardigan and boots though, they'd create problems for certain parts of his, eh-hem, anatomy that had tendencies of delaying and distracting. Not to mention taking over his psyche. And they still hadn't left yet. Placing a hand on the small of her back, feeling her muscles moving, he gently turned her towards the door. So much for subtle. "Grab your coat, Elle. I can't have you freeze when I've had nothing to do with it", he winked playfully at her. This was going to be fun.::
Elle (6:35:02 PM): "Okay." She replied obediently going for her coat. She didn't know when it happened exactly, but for some strange reason she found herself actually listening to him more. When they first met she'd usually give him an eye roll and do what she wanted and she still did, but things are just a little different now. Perhaps it had something to do with getting their memories back and remembering their past connection and how he made her feel then. Opening the closet door, she pulled out that black pea coat,
Elle (6:35:54 PM): and that matching Fendi bag. "Ready!" She exclaimed running to grab his hand so they could walk out together.::
Sylar (6:40:11 PM): He was glad that she listened. He didn't want to crush her or drain the life out of her or anything of that nature, but sometimes she just needed a little push in the right direction. Otherwise, they'd never get anywhere, relationship- or location-wise. That's what he was there for. Good grief, he took that back. Maybe he was rubbing off on her. All the black? That was his schtick. She thrust out her cute little hand, clearly in demand for his own large one and he was only to happy to oblige. Opening the door, he ushered her out. They took back roads, mostly, not only for safety, but because he liked the seclusion. Not too many witnesses should anything come up. Elle was a little cold, he could tell, but they walked quickly enough that she soon warmed up. It may have helped when he'd heated his hand to speed up the process. The lovely smile she'd given him was worth anything.::
Elle (6:50:03 PM): ::Well she wore mostly black every now and then, it's not something she did often. But black was slimming and it totally coincided with the fall season. It would be totally unfashionable to be roaming around in something say… maroon. "How come we're going the long way?" She asked, resting her head against his shoulder. This weather was truly something else. One minute it's hot and the next it's cold and snowing. It truly didn't appeal to Ms. Bisho— Ms. Gabriel Gray at all.::
Sylar (6:56:12 PM): "Because we can, and that means more time with you all to myself.", he explained. Long way? It didn't matter, she laid her head on his shoulder and for a while he allowed himself to let go of everything, lost in the illusion that he and Elle were a normal couple. The few people they did pass didn't give them a second look, even though he was sure they might look a little odd together, what with her being so bright, blonde and short, and him tall, dark, and……..dark. He didn't describe himself much, so that was all he could think of, because to poke around too deeply into his own brain was to court madness. Well, more accurately, more madness. But he forgot all of that, his goal was to make this a fun, as-normal-as-possible outing for Elle. He just let himself slip back into being Gabriel, before Sylar, before Brian, or Caleb, or Ripper, or Bob, or even Elle. Let himself feel normal, and be okay with it. He knew Elle had his back.::
Elle (6:59:57 PM): ::Odd? Elle tended to think they looked absolutely perfect. His dark features, her light ones, and the height difference was totally sexy. Didn't every girl like a tall man, and didn't men like short girls? At least that's what the media made it look like, well besides the occasional six foot super model that popped from out of nowhere. "Well I guess that's a good enough reason for me." All to himself, she liked the sound of that. "Gabriel can I ask you something?" Her hand was held out in front of
Elle (7:00:20 PM): her as tiny sparks fluttered about. There was just… something lingering on her mind that she never did have a chance to talk to him about. Well a few things.::
Sylar (7:02:36 PM): Well, it wasn't like she'd ever came out and said that she liked his height, but she seemed to. He assumed she did. The silence, a comfortable one, was put on hold indefinitely, since once Elle started talking she didn't like to stop. Which was fine. "Sure. But you probably shouldn't be doing that in public. What is it?" He asked, his interest not yet piqued.::
Elle (7:05:04 PM): "I don't know, that day when Peter kidnapped me. He told me some things." She let the sparks die out, "It's confusing a bit." She stopped talking for a bit, unsure of how she was going to say this. "Do you think I'm a bad person?" Head titled up to look at him, a look of concern on her face. She hadn't given this much thought considering recent events but over time the thoughts just slipped into her mind. "He said that killing was wrong and… I just don't understand that. I don't look at it as a bad
Elle (7:05:43 PM): thing. It's kind of fun, y'know. And Daddy use to have me kill all the time, why would he do something like that if it was bad?"
Sylar (7:13:27 PM): Oh. This. Oh boy. "I'm really sure that I'm not the best person to ask about his, Elle. Serial killers aren't always clear on the whole 'murder' thing." He said softly, hoping he'd answered her question, comforted her, and ended the subject all at once. Peter. God, how he hated Peter. That fucking boy scout crossed with a princess, is what Peter was. It hit him suddenly. Was he jealous of Peter? He didn't have to worry about the police, or the Hunger, split personalities, his record, controlling himself, protecting and keeping the woman he loved, nothing! Jealous because Peter was what Gabriel could have been? Great. Now he'd started thinking of himself as Gabriel. This wouldn't end well. He wasn't angry or frustrated. He was just thinking. He always thought like this, thought of everything all at once. It was just how his mind worked. He curiously, cautiously gave her a quick side glance to see what she was thinking.::
Elle (7:18:29 PM): "I guess…" Everything was just so confusing, and she figured that Gabriel would be the one to come to about the subject. He had felt bad about killing that guy for Telekinesis, and now he killed whenever he wanted. So it couldn't be as bad as he thought it was. "He just told me what I did was wrong, what we do is wrong, and that it's bad to kill people for fun. I just like it." She was a sadist, Gabriel understood that, Peter sort of did but he looked at it negatively. "I just don't want to be a bad
Elle (7:19:02 PM): person is all." She rested her head back on his shoulder.::
Sylar (7:26:23 PM): "I don't do it for fun. God, I wish I didn't have to do it at all! But it happens. I can't control it. Does that make me a bad person? I don't know." They walked in silence for a few moments, before he continued, "Gabriel would tell you that it is wrong, because he feels it. Sylar would tell you that you're the stronger being, so therefore you have a right to take what you want from people who aren't strong enough to keep it. I know you're sadistic, it shows everyday, but you're gentle, too. And kind. Maybe you just don't know how to be more than that, go all the way." He sighed, "But for fun? I just don't know." Her head lying on his shoulder again was comforting. They were almost to the store, maybe then he could distract her from depressing herself (and him) by pointing out all the pretty food, knowing that her ADD would go wild.::
Elle (7:30:38 PM): "What did we talk about, silly? None of this alter ego bullshit," she reached up and plucked him on the nose. "Just admit that sometimes you like hurting people, I don't see what's wrong with that, just as there's nothing wrong with taking what you want, and you're not a bad person." She stopped talking for a bit. "You know what, who gives a shit what Peter Petrelli of all people thinks. The guy is a little fucked up in the head if you ask me." Anyone who knew her probably would've found that statemen
Elle (7:32:11 PM): -t to be hilarious considering her multitude of issues, but then again who's to say that she wasn't sane and everyone else just happened to be crazy. There are those who could even argue that killing was a natural part of human nature. Integral in fact, but she wasn't a geek so no point in getting into all of that.::
Sylar (7:36:21 PM): "Because I don't want to," he said, laughing and relieving some of the tension, "And let's not forget the ones that actually deserve to die. If I'm not a bad person, then you must not be either, Elle." Back to Peter, "Yes. Then there's Little Petey. Fucked up does not begin to describe him. Have you seen the way his family looks at him? Like he's a toy or something to devour." That statement was also a little hypocritical, since he did the same things to his own victims, but they weren't related. He firmly believed that death (killing) was part of life. He just didn't know if he was supposed to be part of that. They'd walked up the parking lot to the store, entering into its bright ambiance and fluorescent lights. He gestured, "Ladies first."::
Elle (7:43:30 PM): "You seemed to be having fun when I tortured that Zane guy," she teased recalling as he taunted the man and snapped pictures. Using her hips she pushed him to the side a little bit before giggling. "True, you make a good point." He really didn't have to tell her how Peter's family felt about him, she bore witness to it first hand. It almost reminded her of her relationship with her father, except worse occasionally. Walking ahead of him into the store, she turned around with her hands behind her back w
Elle (7:44:28 PM): -ith a smile on her face. "Can we go to the cookie section first? We need to stock up on Oreos." Looking to her right, she went to go grab a shopping cart, placing her purse inside.::
Sylar (7:55:49 PM): He barely changed course when she bumped him. Not only did she not have the right height difference to actually send him stumbling, but she didn't do it do do so. She turned around, smirking at him, and he knew his plan had worked. Elle was officially distracted. Like a little kid. "Cookies?" He said mock-frowning, "I don't know……", of course he had every intention of letting her have whatever she wanted, Oreos notwithstanding. He didn't really like all the processed food, but he knew Elle existed on it. Which probably was for the best, since he doesn't have a healing ability, her cooking would have in all likelihood, killed or seriously maimed him for life. "Oh, sure. Why not?," he said grinning back, her enthusiasm was catching.::
Elle (8:05:05 PM): ::Damn this short height, oh well, she could take him out by other means. "This whole thing feels… normal. We probably could've been like this before if…" she trailed off. Her "betrayal" was a tough subject for the both of them at times, and now was one of those times. She looked down at the ground solemnly before turning her back to him again. "Yeah about those Oreos, totally have to get 'em." A subject change was definitely in order. Pushing that cart past the other shoppers. She stopped in front of the produce section and picked up a golden apple. "Ooh I love apples! Let's get some!"
Sylar (8:10:15 PM): "Don't think about that, okay? We're not here to think about that. We're here for the silly Oreos." When she lit up and swiped at a golden apple, turning to beam at him, he rephrased. "And apples," that was a little more to his taste. He was left pushing the cart, which was fine with him, this was her time to be free and choose whatever she wanted, drag him down whatever aisle and he wouldn't, well, he'd really try, not to complain. "You like carrots?" He asked as she buzzed back and forth in the produce. He didn't know if he expected an answer, but it didn't matter one way or the other, he was having fun, too. Something he didn't know he could do outside of fixing watches, killing people, annoying and insulting them to death before killing them, and have rough, wild, dirty sex, specifically with Elle. But there he was, having fun. His mother raised him to think it was almost evil "to have fun". With Elle, he realized fun could be fun.::
Elle (8:18:35 PM): "Carrots? Um… I hate them cooked, they're really really good when they're still cold." Sort of like a bunny in a way, all cute and cuddly. She hoped that Gabriel was having fun with her, it certainly seemed like it. She knew that she had loads of fun with him, and she didn't want it to ever end anytime soon. Having enough of the produce section, she ventured towards the meats. Ham, turkey, bacon, sausage, and, "Lunchables!" Small hands immediately started scooping up the delectable mini lunches: p
Elle (8:20:41 PM): -izza mostly and ham and cheese. These were the best ever! Not exactly healthy, or a good thing to eat as a substitute for an actual meal but who didn't love them? Oh yeah, Gabriel probably wouldn't let her eat them constantly. Perhaps a lot of whining and buttering up was in order. Dumping the packages into the cart, she went on her merry way, leaving her boyfriend to follow.::
Sylar (8:24:28 PM): Oh, yes. She was definitely enjoying herself. She practically skipped around the corner of the aisle, leaving him, the boyfriend with the cart to follow, which he did, albeit a little slower than she. He'd never driven a grocery store cart. When he was Ga-, before he'd met Elle, he'd only used the little shopping baskets at the door, since he only needed food for one. His mother had always driven when he was a child, not trusting him. It felt a little strange, having a first at his age. But he liked it. Made him feel like a normal American boyfriend, except he wasn't impatient or annoyed like most others would be. He enjoyed every minute of it. The cart wasn't so difficult to handle, a little hard to turn, but he soon had the hang of it.::
Elle (8:34:42 PM): ::It was his first too? If only she'd known that. This was the first time she'd ever gone grocery shopping. When she'd moved in with Caleb he practically did all of that before she even arrived and soon after Gabriel pretty much killed him. Elle only knew what to do from watching commercials and movies and the such. Seemed simple enough. "Excuse me miss, would you like a sample?" Elle turned her to the side to see an old woman offering samples of something. "Ooh, sure, what do you have?" "Lasagna
Elle (8:36:30 PM): ." The woman held up a bit on a dish with a plastic fork, and the minute Elle smelled the stuff, she turned a shade of green, holding her face. She was about to vomit in the store in front of all these people. Immediately she went running away from them in search of a bathroom, lucky for her she found a trash can, and dumped whatever was left in her stomach out into the garbage disposal. "Oh god…"::
Sylar (8:43:15 PM): He'd heard the word 'Lasagna', hmm, sounded good to him. Elle began to reach for it, but turned a funny color (where had he seen that color before?) before pivoting and keeling over to throw up the contents of her stomach on the floor. Just as quickly, she'd ran up, hand to her stomach and mouth, looking for a bathroom, he thought. He immediately ditched the stupid cart, racing after her. While he had longer legs, her thighs were more powerful and she was built for sprinting. How could he be so stupid? Nostalgic. He was pouring over stupid old memories when Elle was sick. Elle was sick. His promise came back to him. He had yet to find that healer and fix her. "Elle! Elle?" He heard the sounds of her around a small alcove that lead to the bathrooms, throwing up again. "Elle? What's wrong? Was it the lasagna? What happened? Talk to me." He gently peeled her hair away from her face as she remained leaning over the trash can, rubbing her back as softly as he could, trying not to panic, whip her around, shake her and demand to know what was wrong. "Oh, please talk to me."::
Elle (8:52:10 PM): ::Her chest was aching, and tears were falling down her face. Everything was going so wrong. Elle loved to be in control, and there was nothing about this situation that gave her control. Hell she couldn't even control her own fucking body. "Gabriel?" She asked knowing that it had to be him. "You're in the woman's bathroom." She stated in a lame attempt to get him to forget what was happening. Before she knew it the lights shut off, and she heard people outside gasping and kids crying as sparks trai
Elle (8:53:28 PM): -led across her body. Now her powers were on the fritz again. "Gross." Being in a public bathroom in the dark really wasn't a good thing. After a few moments the electricity in the building returned, and she stood up to go over to the sink cutting on the water. Right before she wet her hands an arc trailed across them. Now was not the time to get shocked.::
Sylar (8:57:52 PM): Her tiny, sobbing voice was all he heard, oh-so-quietly saying his name. She was lucid enough to know who he was, that he was even there. That was good. A big sigh of relief tore through his body. The rest floated way over his head for several minutes, before he realized what she'd said. She was clearly trying to distract him, "I don't care!" Then brief darkness, but he continued, because he was getting an answer!, "Tell me what's wrong." At her funny noises, something to the point of "Ew!", he responded. "Its not that bad. you should see the men's rooms." She broke away from him, but his eyes were still re-adjusting to the new light, moving towards the sinks, he stayed there. Somewhat exasperated. "Please," he asked, he wouldn't admit to begging her, her back was to him so he didn't see what came next.::
Elle (9:03:00 PM): "I don't know, Gabriel, I really don't know." She wished she did know, the fact that he didn't know scared her more than anything. Who else was she suppose to go to regarding this? Hospitals were out of the question because for one she didn't trust any institution of society, and two because at any minute her powers could act up and she could expose herself. Hell, even being out in public now was a risk. Putting soap on her hands, she began to rub them together as she watched them, the small sparks bare
Elle (9:04:21 PM): -ly causing her any pain. Walking past him, she just went outside after drying her hands. "Wait right here for me? I need to get the cart," and some time to think.::
Sylar (9:13:40 PM): What? She didn't know? Wait a minute. Get the cart? She finished drying her hands, throwing away the paper, before pushing the door open and walking through. Out of his sight. "Elle…..", he called out, but she ignored him. He was so dumbfounded, he just stood there. Damn woman. The only one on the planet who could make him speechless. And he wasn't just talking about the sex, although he wished he was. He just stood. Hands at his sides. Staring at the door, numbly. What was he supposed to do? Wave his finger and make everything better? He didn't even know what it was for fuck's sake! Oh, no. Was Elle lying to him? Did she really know something? He hoped, with every fiber in his being that he was completely mistaken in this. Still standing there, five minutes later, a middle aged black woman came into the bathroom, she jumped in surprise, he jumped, too. "Oh!", was all she said. "I-uh-um, I'll, uh……", he blushed, he blushed, he hadn't done that in years. Scrambling in red-faced embarrassment to leave this forbidden territory, however interesting it might have been. God. First Elle, now this. He was sorely tempted to lash out at the woman from sheer embarrassment. So he settled for letting a small spark go as he walked through the door, slowly swinging itself shut, aimed at the woman's ass. The responding yelp through the now closed door was satisfying. Now, he though, squaring his shoulders. To find Elle.::
Elle (9:17:56 PM): ::Head was swirling with all sorts of things. Was she dying? Did someone do this to her? What did all of this mean? Arms were folded over her breast, the classic symbol of vulnerability as she walked through the aisles, brushing past people. She finally made it back to the spot where she first got sick, that woman from before staring at her. "Are you okay?" Looking up, she nodded, a fake smile on her face. "Yeah, sorry about that, just a bit sick is all." Getting the cart, she was about to walk off
Elle (9:21:05 PM): before the lady approached her. "Positive? You just ran off like that and your face was green." "I said I'm fine!" Elle basically snapped at her, what business was it to this woman what was wrong with her. Elle seriously considered killing her right at that moment, consequences be damned. "O-okay then, are you…expecting?" Expecting, "What do you mean?" What was it she was suppose to be expecting. "Are you pregnant?" Was this woman fucking serious? "Don't be ridiculous of course I'm not pregnant!
Elle (9:23:49 PM): Just leave me alone!" And with that Elle went storming off down the aisle cart in hand. Elle started to think though, she and Gabriel did have sex quite frequently and protection wasn't something the two invested in ever, and there was never a moment where he never came inside of her. "Shit…" That was totally plausible. Quickly she found an aisle dedicated to over the counter medicine: cough medicine, pills, and more importantly pregnancy tests. Scooping one up, she scanned her surroundings before s
Elle (9:24:04 PM): -hoving the box in her coat pocket, and heading back towards that bathroom.::
Sylar (9:32:30 PM): He when to the "feminine products" aisle, just to look and see if there was anything that might help Elle, or see if anything jogged his extensive memory. Nothing. Why didn't he stay 'in' the bathroom? Reason: obvious. Why didn't he stay 'near' the bathroom: that woman. He was frankly, too embarrassed to be standing outside of the women's bathroom after that little incident. Having her look at him like he was some kind of a freak or a pervert. Besides he could see the bathroom from there, so he would see Elle when she came looking for him. But in the mean time, he kept scanning the products there, looking for answers. He was slightly disturbed that he would rather be here, in this particular aisle, of all places, than in the women's bathroom. But he swallowed hard and continued. Pads, tampons, creams, medications, whatnot. Wait, what was that for? He didn't want to know. Now this is gross, he thought. He was too distracted or engrosses, literally, to see Elle walk past his peripheral vision to enter the bathroom.::
Elle (9:37:35 PM): ::And she was too creeped the fuck out to even notice him in the same aisle as herself. She had a one tracked mind at the moment: go to the bathroom, pee on the stick and see what happens. The cart was left right at the door as she snuck into one of the stalls, the box pulled out of her coat pocket as blue eyes scanned the directions. "Pull product out of box, place the indicated end under urinal stream, blah blah blah, results appear approximately after two minutes, plus for pregnant." No need to read
Elle (9:41:29 PM): more. She did exactly what that box stated, pulling her pants back up and placing the stick on the counter. She really didn't have the patience for this shit. The wait alone was making her even more psychotic, the bathroom lights flickering. Pulling out her cell phone she stared at the time. Finally two minutes went by and she snatched the stick up and stared at it. "…" Tears welled up in her eyes, and her body just started shaking. Sparks immediately blacked the stick, that accursed stick. Dropp
Elle (9:41:55 PM): -ing it in the toilet she cried to herself silently.::
Sylar (9:46:52 PM): How long does it take to walk a few hundred feet to get a damn cart? He'd looked over everything, seeing nothing of……use in this particular situation, which, what it was he didn't know. But really? How long? He began to slowly meander back towards the bathroom, hoping Elle would see him, come rescue him. Besides, that lady had to be gone by now. It had started out so fun, he didn't know what had gone wrong. He mentally went over everything he'd said, that she'd said, what they'd talked about, what they'd looked at and he still had no answer. He didn't know if he was pissed at the situation or that he didn't know what to do about it. He always had an answer or some kind. He sighed, long and loud. He'd take Elle home as quickly, yet carefully as possible and then pamper her, give her ice massages, feed her Oreos, whatever it took to make her feel better, mentally, emotionally, and physically.::
Elle (9:52:14 PM): ::It was Gabriel, he was the one who did this to her. Ruined her. Broke her. No no, she couldn't think like that, she was just as guilty. It took two to fuck after all. Besides, Gabriel loved her he'd never do something like that to her on purpose, he was the only one she had. She knew that Gabriel would probably be thrilled at the idea of a child, they talked about it before after all much to her disagreement, but she didn't want one. He didn't have to know though, did he? Maybe she could get rid o
Elle (9:53:37 PM): -f it without him knowing, let him kill that healer and pretend to be cured when the time came, but… hadn't she promised him to never betray or keep anything from him? God!! She was so conflicted right now. Walking out of that bathroom, she bumped into the last person she wanted to see, tears still in her eyes which were red from crying.::
Sylar (10:00:32 PM): He'd been pacing by the bathroom. Where the hell was she? He was this close to having an employee page her over the intercom, but decided that they'd made enough of a scene as is. Suddenly, the door opened, he hadn't known anyone was in there. But out came Elle nonetheless. Her eyes were red from her earlier tears, but now she looked pale. He put it down as having one's previous meals violently discharged suddenly. The body wasn't used to that, the losing of nutrients. He'd read somewhere that it could make you weak. She looked up at him, startled, as if she didn't expect him to be there. Why wouldn't she? She told him to wait here, didn't she? "Elle." Softly, tread softly. "Are you gonna be okay?"::
Elle (10:04:11 PM): ::She just stared at him with a scared look in her eyes, almost as if he were going to kill her at any second. Her throat felt tight and it burned, she couldn't find the words to speak. "I…I…." She couldn't do it, she couldn't tell him that she was pregnant. She wasn't able to accept it herself, and the last thing she needed was him talking about it and making her come to terms with it. So she did the only logical thing she could do: she ran. Elle Bishop was bolting away from him, weaving past p
Elle (10:06:01 PM): -eople and rushing through the exit. She didn't want him to look at her, she felt dirty, impure. Soon after running she found herself in an alley, panting and out of breath due to the effects of pregnancy she backed up against the cold brick wall and slid down to the ground letting the tears pour down her face, sobbing uncontrollably.::
Sylar (10:13:50 PM): She just stared at him. Fear. That was fear in her eyes. While looking at him. It hurt. What had he done? She looked like a trapped animal. She acted like he was hunting her or going to hurt her. He said nothing, didn't move, waiting for her. Then she snapped to a little, and started stammering, clearly trying to tell or explain to him something. She couldn't do it, whatever it was, she just couldn't. She bolted, like the animal she was imitating, ran from fear. Why? "Elle!" He thundered, not even thinking about where he was or who might hear him, shouting at her retreating back, "Elle! Don't you run away from me!" His anger came to an alarming head, all he saw was white. He was stumbling, didn't know where he was going, but he found himself leaning into, nearly leaning over, the end of an aisle. His vision still white, he drew back his left arm and brought his fist down as hard as he possible could into the side of the metal shelf, screaming incoherently as he did so. Whatever pain there might have been from his actions, didn't register, however desperately he wished they would.::
Elle (10:22:13 PM): ::She heard him calling after her, but she just couldn't go back. She couldn't stop, she was too scared. It was cold outside, and she knew that in her condition she needed to get inside where it was warm. Ugh! She was actually thinking about the fucking baby! Screw the baby! She wanted it to die, this just couldn't be her child. It just couldn't be. How can someone so messed up, have the possibility, let alone the right to bring something untainted into the world? Getting up from off of the ground a
Elle (10:23:24 PM): -fter summoning the strength she rushed home quickly, getting there after sometime and immediately locking herself in the bedroom, heading towards the closet where she sat in the darkness sobbing.::
Sylar (10:26:45 PM): After his vision had cleared, as he was walking the streets aimlessly, he noticed that his knuckles were broken and bleeding. He didn't care. He headed down alleys, and walked through quiet streets. In the dark everything was quiet, calm. He sniffed in the cold, his nose running, he should be looking for Elle he realized. But why should he bother, she wanted nothing to do with him. His idea was for make-up sex, but he didn't think he could swing it. He was too frustrated anyways. He sighed, slowly heading home.::
Elle (10:32:10 PM): ::It was hot, why was it so hot? She took off her clothes, and simply curled up on the floor, still crying. Everything was over, everything that she and Gabriel had planned. There was no way she could be an agent now, just as there was no way she'd remain a size 2. She was going to blow up and get fat, and look ugly. No one would ever want her, not even Gabriel and that scared her. She needed Gabriel to want her, though there was a slim chance of that happening judging from the way she just bolted out
Elle (10:32:31 PM): of that store like that, he probably thought she hated him.::
Sylar (10:39:15 PM): He came up their street, slowing down further, dreading if Elle was home. God, why was he being such a fucking pussy about this? It wasn't like they'd had a fight or something. He just didn't handle rejection well. He'd thought things were going so well and then the E-bomb hit him. 'I'll go inside and get the list. She's probably asleep by now, if she's home at all, so I'll just sneak in and get it and kill this fucking healer,' he thought. He nodded to himself, making his way up the stairs to their apartment, he came across one of their neighbors, a young man, probably about his own age. The man, Jerry, was beaming at him, "Nice night, isn't it?" to which Sylar stopped dead in his tracks and growled at the man. His bloodlust was up at the thought of killing again, the thought of a new power coursing through him, made him dizzy, nauseous, and excited all at the same time. He came to their door, finding the door unlocked. So Elle was home, he thought, stepping inside.::
Elle (10:43:33 PM): ::She was still crying her brains out in that closet. Why was she feeling so emotional? She hadn't cried this much since the day he abandoned her in that old firehouse station after he found out all about her. The fact that she was pregnant once again informed her of why she was being so emotional, especially scared. An emotion she rarely ever felt, especially when Gabriel was concerned. The only thing she thought of was how pathetic and weak she was. Scared to confront one man, a man who never even d
Elle (10:44:43 PM): -id anything to her, a man that loved her unconditionally, and would basically die for her. Her sanity was truly beginning to slip, her eyes were clenched tightly shut as she rocked herself, wishing over and over again that none of this was real.::
Sylar (10:48:17 PM): He slipped inside, utilizing his hunter's gift for stealth, he quietly padded across the floor to get to the closet. He braced himself for the onslaught of Elle's clothing from said closet, but he had to get in there. He heard funny noises coming from somewhere, but he chalked it up to the neighbor's cat. He reached for the handle and discovered it was locked. Odd. Maybe Elle had been too much in a hurry and accidently locked it. No matter. He was a man on a mission. He TK'd the lock open, and opened the door, waiting for the avalanche of clothing, which didn't come, much to his surprise.::
Elle (10:52:33 PM): ::The sound of the door opening caught her attention and she looked up to see Gabriel, standing there. She stopped crying for a bit, only to break out into more tears. "Please get away from me." She stated weakly. Her whole world was falling apart around her and she didn't know how to handle it. The energy to fight or run from him just wasn't there anymore. As much as she wanted him gone at that moment, she wanted him to stay and hold her. She needed comfort, otherwise she was going to ruin her alrea
Elle (10:52:53 PM): -dy fragile mind with stress.::
Sylar (10:57:15 PM): He jumped at the sound of her voice. So that's why the door was locked. "I will. I just need to get something in here, and don't worry," he all-but snarled, "Its not you!" He reached up to the top shelf, there was a blue folder there that held a mottled, nearly illegible piece of paper. There it was. She sat sniveling beneath him, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Not when she acted like this and wouldn't give him a fucking reason. He'd be sufficiently calmed down when he got back from his trip. "But I'll be back in a few days, if you care.", he flipped open the folder, snatched the list, and turned on his heel.::
Elle (11:01:28 PM): ::A few days? "Gabriel wait…" She said softly before he was out of earshot. "I'm so scared and I don't know what to do," she sniffled and crawled over to him, wrapping her arms around his legs so that if he did try to leave it'll be difficult. "Please don't leave, please don't." She knew that she was being super contradictory given everything that had just transpired, but she couldn't do this alone. "I'm… I'm…" She still couldn't get it out, and instead of going on about it she just cried into his shoes.::
Sylar (11:08:38 PM): "God, Elle, stop it!", he tried to shake her off, but she clung like a leech. Maybe that's what she was. "I don't know what kind of game you're playing at, but I can't handle it right now." A thought struck him, "Was it the sadist thing I said? Was it that I didn't answer your question? Are you a bad person? If you've got something, anything to say, say it!" he rumbled. She just sobbed harder. While it tore at him to hear her, if being around her had this reaction, they both needed a break. He softened, "I'm not leaving you, Elle. I'm not like your fucking dad, saying one thing and doing the next. When I say I'm coming back, I mean it. But you don't need me right now. You need time. I'm going to give it to you, because I need it, too."::
Elle (11:13:44 PM): ::She couldn't be alone. He couldn't leave her at this moment when she just found what exactly it was that was wrong with her. It involved the both of them, he should know. She couldn't keep it from him, she just couldn't. "I'm pregnant! I'm pregnant!" She screamed out her voice getting incredibly pitchy. "You can't leave me alone! Gabriel, please don't leave me alone." Hopefully with that information everything would make so much sense to him, the emotions, the vomiting, the running away from him
Elle (11:14:19 PM): . She was scared, she didn't know how to handle it. As strong as she was, she was like glass, capable of breaking at any given moment.::
Sylar (11:19:10 PM): He didn't hear her the first time, she'd whispered it so softly. Next she was screaming it, over and over. 'I'm pregnant!'. He stopped. Everything about him simply stopped. His mind, his feet, his eyes, even his heart, he swore, stopped at this unexpected turn. "Don't tease me, Elle. We both know that you don't want my child." But even as he said it, he thought about all the times he and she, had cum, always deep inside her. Was it even possible?::
Elle (11:23:08 PM): "Not teasing you!" She shouted childishly, wiping her face, she hit him with a volt of electricity strong enough to knock him off of his feet for even thinking that she would lie about something like this just to get him to stay. "I'm not lying!" Her emotions were out of her control at this point. "T-the grocery store… I f-found out there… pregnancy test." She couldn't believe it herself either, but what the fuck did he think would happen after he kept cumming inside of her consistently. They didn
Elle (11:24:19 PM): -t partake in any form of contraceptive. She didn't want the child, she really didn't, but he needed to know what was wrong. She couldn't have him thinking that she hated him or something.::
Sylar (11:29:25 PM): That bolt of energy hit him directly on his chest, his brain shorted out for a minute, but he vaguely felt a dull thump, which he realized, when he 'woke up' that it had been him, since he was now lying on the floor. "What a way to tell me!" He shouted back, "You couldn't just say, 'Dear we're expecting' or something? You had to ring me around for this?" after she'd babbled some more, he put the pieces of her incoherence together, "At the store? You took a test?" Well, if she was telling the truth, that would explain quite a bit. "Then answer me one thing. Why are you scared?" He'd done enough reading to know that this, short of a wedding, which he and Elle had obviously not partaken in, a baby, was the most special time in a woman's life. Didn't every woman want to have a baby? Especially with a man who loved her more than life itself? More than abilities even?::
Elle (11:35:13 PM): ::She began to sob louder as he yelled at her, still emotionally weak at the moment. In her own way she was having her temper tantrum, and essentially rebelling against the course that nature decided to take. "Be-because… I'm scared that we're going to screw it up! Do you honestly think that I could be a good parent!" Two psychopathic murderers raising a child, who just so happened to have the most screwed up childhoods of all time, one of them who didn't even remember their own hardly. "And I'm scar
Elle (11:36:28 PM): -ed you're not going to want me after I get ugly and fat…" Childish, but she couldn't help but think that way. "It's so…. so… grown up!"
Sylar (11:44:19 PM): He crawled over to her, kneeling in front of her, in the dark closet, "God, Elle, he really did a number on you, didn't he? Your dad? Who told you that? Hmm? Who told you that I wouldn't want you after you've given birth to my child, to our child? Who cares about screwing up! We've been there, seen it, done it, felt it, we know what our parents did to us. We know what we don't want our child's life to be like! I don't see how our having a baby should change all that? Elle, you've stayed with me through hell, through fucking hell, the things I've done to you and you still come back for more. Your stubborn. All you need to do is make up your mind that you want this. First with me, then with the baby, then as a family, something we never had. Then you'll never back down." He sighed, shoulders slumping, making him smaller, much more like he felt. He reached out a hand to lay it on top of hers, "Yeah, its big, its a big change. But maybe its what we need, did you ever consider that?"::
Elle (11:51:35 PM): ::She took in every single word that he said, exchanging that hand hold for an actual hug, as she crawled into his lap burying her face into his chest. "You're not going to leave me?" He said he wasn't, but Elle only wanted confirmation, confirmation that he'd be with her forever and ever. Looking at his hand she noticed that it was bleeding so decided to take it and examine it. Did he do that to himself because of the way she was acting? God she hoped not, she truly hoped not. He shouldn't be hurting
Elle (11:52:26 PM): himself because of her. "No… I didn't think of that."
Sylar (11:57:41 PM): She'd crawled into his lap, he held her as gingerly and genuinely as he could, since he was new at this, too. He pulled back slightly, to look her in the eyes, "I'm. Still. Here. Got it?" He said as firmly and tenderly as he could. He needed to get through to her now, before this went any further. She'd taken his hand, he'd forgotten about it, and was frowning at it, he pulled it away, placing it on her hip, replacing it with his other hand cupping her cheek. "Maybe its the final step to starting over. Maybe we'll be free now, but it comes with a cost. We have to grow up. And as long as we put this baby first, no one can say we didn't do right by her, it, whatever." He pulled her head to rest back onto his shoulder in a hug. "Every thing's gonna be okay, you'll see. I'm right here."::
Elle (12:03:19 AM): "Grow up?" It was obvious by the way she said that, that it was one of the things that scared her the most. She didn't want to grow up, she just wanted to be Elle. She wanted to be the same way she was now. If she grew up and acted…mature, that'd be a completely different person. Was that a sacrifice she was truly willing to make. "I don't know, Gabriel…" Clinging to him tighter she let more silent tears slip from her eyes. "I like things the way they are," and by that she meant when she wasn't
Elle (12:03:30 AM): losing her mind, like how she did moments before.::
Sylar (12:12:39 AM): She held him like a fucking anaconda, he was her prey and he was not leaving, let alone moving, let alone breathing. But it was good. He thought a minute, searching for an analogy that would make sense and be fitting, "Think of it this way," he nuzzled her hair, "You know those days at work", he especially said 'work' as opposed to 'remember your days at the Company?', "When you'd put in a lot of hours, accomplished some things you wanted to, some you didn't, you may have gotten yelled at, or made a mistake that day, and you'd gotten everything that you were supposed to do done early?", he waited for her to nod, which she did, before continuing. "Then you went home, you were exhausted, your feet hurt, your head may hurt, you were just drained. You made it to the couch and you collapse, put your feet up with a drink, a blanket, and the remote. And you let out one of those end-of-the-day sighs. Just because you were so damn proud of surviving that day?", she looked up at him, eyes wide, "That's what growing up is like."::
Elle (12:18:47 AM): "That really doesn't make it seem better," Her hand found its way to her lower abdomen as she rubbed herself in slow circles. She was far from showing but she knew that soon the day would come when she'd be basically bursting open. "We have to move." There was one major thing she kind of sort of forgot to tell him, it was only until she thought about the future and what that could mean for their family that this very vital information popped in her head. "The Company wants to blow up New York." She sta
Elle (12:19:23 AM): -ted, "I don't know anything other than that." She knew he'd be wondering what the hell she was talking about, but that was all the information she had for him.::
Sylar (12:23:10 AM): Her hands randomly rubbing her own abdomen was hypnotic, and distracting. He looked down at her not-bulging belly. "I know. But you've got to trust me on it." He moved his own hand to join hers in running their hands together over their child. "Yeah, the apartment isn't big enough, but we can g- wait, what?" He stopped rubbing, in shock, and a little hint of anger, but mostly shock, he sat up a bit more.::
Elle (12:26:24 AM): ::This actually didn't feel that bad, maybe it was only terrible in her mind. Suddenly his hands stopped and he caught on to what it was she said. His reaction mirrored hers the days she found out as well. "The Company has a plan to blow up New York, I don't know anything about it. I guess my dad felt that I wasn't in the need-to-know category anymore." Truly she didn't know how she felt about that, considering she was always in the loop about everything. Perhaps it had something to do with her relati
Elle (12:27:20 AM): -onship with Gabriel. "It was just so many things going on that I forgot to mention it." There was no way in hell she was going to admit that she was concerned about the baby as there would be no baby if they got blown to bits.::
Sylar (12:29:28 AM): "Um. Okay. Uh, so we move. But why? Why blow up New York? Why blow up anything? It makes no sense." His mind worked furiously until he came upon a solution, but it required delicate handling, much like its recipient, "We need to go see Bob." as much as he hated it, they needed to know more.::
Elle (12:33:23 AM): "NO!" Screaming wasn't something that she meant to do but it sort of just happened. "Wh-what if he can tell? About… me" That hand went back to rubbing her stomach. "I don't want him to… take an interest." Two people like them having a child? The Company would be all over their asses to examine her, to examine it. What if there were precogs who were already aware, if that was the case then walking into the Company could be exactly what they wanted.::
Sylar (12:37:01 AM): "Okay, okay, okay, I'm sorry I brought it up, and you're very right, I hate that son of a cock-sucking whore and I want to kill him in a hundred agonizing ways, you hate him. Hell, he'd probably kidnap the poor thing and- I mean,he cannot be involved even remotely with our baby. We don't have to go. But…..", here he paused, still thinking, "Do you want me to go?", he said hopefully.::
Elle (12:43:57 AM): ::Gabriel said what Elle had always been unable to say. She hated him. She really did. This baby actually gave her the strength to accept that fact. Sure she cared about him, but… she couldn't help but feel she was better off without him in her life, without him in her child's life. "No, don't go, please." She became a bit frantic. "What if they try to capture you again and then I'm left all alone." 'With no one to protect me.' She thought. "Can we just leave?" They couldn't afford to be separa
Elle (12:44:05 AM): -ted, not now at least.::
Sylar (12:47:05 AM): She grasped onto him again, still afraid that he would leave her, them, he corrected. "I'm listening, I won't go, okay? I. Won't. Go.", he held her closer to prove his point. "No matter how many times I say it, you still don't believe me, do you?", he said so quietly, she wasn't really supposed to hear him. "We'll pack up tonight, if you want to, Elle. Just tell me what you want."::
Elle (12:56:49 AM): "I do believe it's just… no one ever stays. E-everyone always leaves me eventually." Well she kind of had no choice but to hear considering how close they were to one another and their position. "Can we go to California?" It was warm there and it hardly rained, the perfect place for her. "…I'm sorry. For everything." She really put him through a lot today, she was always putting him through a lot and she felt guilty, terribly guilty.::
Sylar (1:00:32 AM): Oh, she'd heard that. Oops. California. He wasn't dying to go there, but the thought of Elle swollen with his child in a bikini, sunglasses, summer hat, and sexy bikini totally sold him. Besides, he told her to choose, so choose she did. He could live with that. "Ba-, honey, you've got nothing to be sorry about, not a damn thing." He could sleep for weeks, "Let's get you to bed, okay? I know I'm tired and you're the one that's pregnant!", he said with a happy grin::
Elle (1:07:07 AM): "Okay," she nodded. He seemed so happy that she was pregnant. He truly must've wanted her to carry his child. He said it many times before but she really didn't realize how serious he was about it. There were times when she just assumed that Gabriel was only trying to pick with her and get her upset. Thinking back on what she could remember of her life she couldn't believe it. She had a boyfriend and now she and said boyfriend were actually expecting a child. Really, really scary. She was still unsu
Elle (1:08:20 AM): -re about the whole thing to be honest, but she couldn't help the instinctual attachment she already held. Standing up, she walked out of the closet into the bedroom and crawled onto the bed.::
Sylar (1:11:18 AM): Boyfriend. Yeah. One thing at a time. Just one. He was happy, he was joyous. But he didn't want to be that couple walking down the street with the baby stroller with no rings on their fingers. But he could wait. He could give her time. He wasn't going to rush, he was in no hurry. She stood over him, walked to the bed and laid down. He followed, still in a daze. A very happy daze, but a daze nonetheless. He snuggled down with her, spooning, trying to imagine their future now.::
