fic: 12 Months of Sylar and Elle
Title: June (of 12 Months of Sylar and Elle)
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: Language, spoilers for 3.12 "Our Father"
Summary: A look into a year of Sylar and Elle's life as they do things on their own terms
A/N: Oh hey, look what I did here? Actual canon events appear in this installment with some tweaking, of course. I...don't know how I feel about this chapter, quite honestly. But major thanks to superkappa for being an impromptu beta for me! :D And thanks to catyuy as always because she gave me an idea to use in this chapter.
Originally Posted: 1/17/2009 ( here)
Prologue
1 - January
2 - February
3 - March
4 - April
5 - May
We've been on the run
Driving in the sun
Looking out for #1
California, here we come
Right back where we started from
-Phantom Planet "California"
June
California
"Turn into this parking lot over here," Elle orders.
"It's a 7-11. Sue Landers isn't here."
"No...but I'm thirsty and they have Slush-Os here. So you're going to stop here."
Gabriel sighs but turns the car into the parking lot anyway. He didn't want to face Elle's wrath if he made her forgo a Slush-O. And people thought he was psychotic.
Five minutes later, they were back on the road. Gabriel glances over at Elle, who is savoring every ounce of her drink. "You didn't zap the cashier, did you?"
"Of course not!" Elle huffs. "...okay, maybe."
"Elle!"
"Well, the guy deserved it. Trying to tell me this jumbo size costs $5? No way."
Gabriel shakes his head. "What am I going to do with you?"
"You love me and everything I do, and you know it." Elle grins.
---
"So tell me why we're here instead of where we need to be?"
"Because I need more suitable clothes to pull off this and any future caper."
"Fine. Let's make this quick. We're out of here in an hour."
"Deal." Elle secretly crosses her toes, knowing they'd be at the mall for longer than an hour.
An hour later, Gabriel looks at his watch and groans. The hour had gone by agonizingly slow for him as Elle dragged him from store to store, trying on an insane amount of clothes. Then she had tried to force him to wear something other than his customary black. He was up for change but he balked at pink.
"No!"
"Gabriel! It would look good on you."
"Elle, pink and serial killer do not go together."
Elle's persistence didn't win this time as he had stood his ground. But was he paying for it now since she didn't seem to want to leave the mall?
"Elle, we really have to get going now if we're going to get Sue Landers."
Elle didn't seem to hear. In fact, she only seemed more determined to walk into another store for more clothes. Gabriel follows her into the store and after a brief period of silence, breaks down.
"Fine, you win. I'll get a pink shirt if we can leave soon."
"I knew you'd come around." Elle smiles. "We can leave after I change into these boring business casual clothes."
---
Sue Landers' Office
"Hi Sue! Happy birthday!" Elle smiles cheerfully.
"Thank you."
Elle puts an arm around her shoulder. "Hey, there's a birthday surprise waiting for you in the conference room, come with me."
Sue looks at Elle, giving her a small quizzical look. "Do I know you?"
"Afraid not. I'm a relatively new hire and this is my first week working here. But I have seen you around and that's how I know your name."
"You're lying."
"Yeah, you're right. Oh well," Elle's arm tightens around Sue's body and lowly says "But you're going to follow me into the conference room anyway." To anybody else, it would look like two co-workers walking along, deep in conversation.
Once inside the room, Elle sees Gabriel and nearly laughs at his appearance. He's dressed in blue coveralls embroidered with a random logo. But she keeps her face straight as she closes the door and leans against it, watching the action unfold.
"Sue Landers? Special delivery."
A brief pause hangs in the air before her answer. "You're lying. You're not here to make a delivery."
"Impressive. How did you do that?"
"What do you want?" She starts backing up.
"To understand what you do. Human lie detector? How does that work? When someone tells a lie, does it tingle?" He slowly walks towards her, circling her and ends up next to Elle.
"How did you know about me? Who are you?"
"Oh, I just need to find out the truth about something." Yet again, with a familiar wrist flick, Sue is thrown backwards and pinned against a wall. "But don't worry, it won't hurt a bit."
Sue's eyes widen in fear when she realizes that's not the truth. She tries to look over at Elle for help.
Gabriel smirks. "Got me. That's a lie. And she won't be helping you. She's with me." He raises his hand and Elle watches on, still fascinated despite having seen this happen many times before.
When Sue's body crumples to the floor, Elle rushes over and in her haste, forgets to lock the door. Three people come in with birthday cheers and stop short when they see Gabriel and Elle leaning over Sue's body.
Elle stands up first. "Oh nice, visitors! Is that cake?" She asks sweetly seeing one of the office workers carrying a sheet cake. Behind her, Gabriel rises, bloody hands in full view. The workers stare, not knowing what to do. The door slams shut behind them and locks fall in place.
"Mmm, cake. But I prefer pie."
---
The telltale ding goes off, signalling the arrival of the elevator. Gabriel and Elle step in and find an Asian man who can't keep his eyes off the blood on both of their clothes. Elle can't keep a small smirk off her face as she nudges Gabriel with her elbow. He looks down at her and sees her slightly tilt her head to the man.
"Is something wrong, sir?" Gabriel asks as he looks over.
Gulping, the man looks at the blood spatters on both of Gabriel and Elle's clothing. "N-n-n-no...no, not at all." He stutters. Visible sweatdrops form on his forehead.
Cocking his head, Gabriel feels a tingling sensation at the man's obvious lie. "Ooh, it does tingle."
When the elevator stops at the ground floor, the terrified Asian man can't leave the elevator fast enough. He just about scampers out as soon as the doors open. Gabriel and Elle stroll out of the elevator and walk towards the building's doors, not caring about the looks from gaping bystanders towards their bloody and slightly disheveled appearance.
Elle laughs at the sight of the man scurrying away as fast as he can. "I thought he was going to piss his pants back in there."
"You think if I said boo, he would have?"
"Wouldn't surprise me." Elle glances over at him as they walk towards their car. "And now we can find the truth about your parents."
"Only after we make a few more stops first. And get out of these clothes."
They stop when they reach their car. "And thanks to me, a bunch of new clothes to get into. But we should enjoy getting out of our clothes first." Elle gives Gabriel a sideways grin and he responds by grabbing her and pulling her to him.
*****
Title: July (of 12 Months of Sylar and Elle)
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Rating: R/NC-17 (for this one)
Warnings/Spoilers: Language, some Volume 3 spoilers
Summary: A look into a year of Sylar and Elle's life as they do things on their own terms
A/N: So ideas in this chapter totally born out of a crazy conversation with catyuy and carapheonix. Um, feedback seriously encouraged.
Originally Posted: 1/19/2009 ( here)
July
Denver
"This one might be a little harder to trap. So we have to be extra careful. I don't want you getting hurt." He slams the car door shut.
"Gabriel, you have healing! Even if I do get hurt, you can heal me." Elle starts walking towards the club.
"I can't heal the dead though. If something goes wrong and you die before I can save you..."
Elle dismisses his worries. "Nothing can hurt me. It will be fine. We'll find this girl and you'll have invisibility!"
"Elle..."
"Gabriel, please stop worrying." Elle stops walking. "Now, how do I look?"
Gabriel's eyes skim over her. He takes in her bright red halter top, black leather mini-skirt, and a pair of black stiletto boots which he had affectionately called 'fuck me boots' adorned her feet. "I think you'll fit in at the club."
---
Club Hypnotique
The music is blaring and strobe lights bounce off the floor and walls when Elle and Gabriel enter. The club is packed full of people and the two make a beeline for the bar.
"You sure she's here?" Gabriel bends down to speak into Elle's ear.
"She has to be. Seems like every college student is here tonight." Elle's eyes dart around until she spies a girl standing diagonally across from her and Gabriel. The girl is watching the dance floor with envy and Elle notices the girl flicker.
"Bingo!"
"What?"
"Over there," Elle discreetly points. "She's our girl."
---
Kara is envious of everyone on the dance floor. Especially the girls that have all the guys coming up to them, offering to buy a drink or two and then leading them out to dance. She sighs and looks down at her feet. "I'll never be one of them. Nobody seems to see or notice me."
"Hi there."
Kara looks up and sees a beautiful blonde standing in front of her and...actually talking to her?
"H...hi," she stammers.
"I saw you standing here in the corner by yourself and was wondering why. You should be out dancing like everyone else. Oh by the way, I'm Elle," she introduces herself.
"I'm Kara."
"Well, hi Kara. Come on, let's dance!" Elle grabs Kara's hand and drags her out onto the dance floor. "You're too pretty to just be standing there and not dancing!" she calls out over the loud music.
A small smile appears on the girl's face. "You think I'm pretty?"
Elle leans in and stares into Kara's dark brown eyes. "Very pretty."
Maybe it was the proximity. Maybe it was something in the air. Maybe it was the fact that somebody, who happened to be stunning, finally giving her the time of day. Kara didn't know but she suddenly found her lips pressed up against Elle's. Elle's surprised but she doesn't pull away immediately. She returns the kiss and only when a small spark is emitted from her lips, does Kara pull away.
Elle giggles. "Well that was unexpected."
"I'm so sorry! I...I've never done anything like that before," blushes Kara.
"Don't worry about it," Elle dismisses easily with a grin. "I have someone I want you to meet though."
"Hello."
Kara whips around to see a tall dark haired man standing behind her. "Um, hello?"
"I couldn't help but notice you kissing my girlfriend."
"Your girlfriend?" Kara wants to turn invisible from embarrassment and doesn't seem to notice when she does for a second.
"I don't mind though. I found it rather...titillating." Gabriel tilts his head, staring down at the girl. "I'm Gabriel."
---
Private Room at Club Hypnotique
"Are we allowed to be up here?" nervously asks Kara, glancing around the dimly lit room.
"Oh, of course," Gabriel answers smoothly as Elle shuts the door behind them and locks it. "Sit down, make yourself comfortable."
Kara sits down on the edge of the leather sofa and is soon joined on either side by Gabriel and Elle.
"I've...never had people pay attention to me like this before," she admits.
A look of sympathy crosses Gabriel's face. "That's too bad. You're very special, you know."
"I am?"
"Absolutely. Elle and I both think so, that's why we brought you up here. We like you." Gabriel smiles. He leans in closer to Kara, his voice low and husky. "And we want to show you how much we like you." He cups her face in his hand and covers her lips with his. Meanwhile, Elle is softly brushing back Kara's hair and placing small kisses along her shoulder and her hand grabbing Kara's wrist and pinning it down to the sofa cushion.
It takes Kara a few moments when she realizes something is very wrong. When she pulls back from the kiss, she finds Gabriel staring darkly at her, a dangerous look entering his eyes. She tries to stand up but finds herself being zapped by Elle. A small yelp of surprise comes out and she finds herself being pushed back down onto the sofa by some unseeable force.
"Like I said, you are very special, which Elle and I both like." Gabriel raises a finger. "Too bad you don't realize how special you are."
A stunned Kara can't do anything as the fatal cut makes its way across her forehead.
---
Gabriel barely finds the location of Kara's power before a loud bang on the door makes him and Elle flinch. It's only then that Elle looks up into a dark corner to see a camera and swears.
"Fuck. I bet you it's the security guard or something because they saw us."
"Elle, get out of here, let me handle this." Gabriel barely gets out when the door flies open and a man is standing there with a gun in his hand.
"I saw you two kill her! And I recognize you two now, you're that Bonnie and Clyde couple from the news."
"How sweet, you recognize us," Elle taunts as she holds an electrical sphere in her hand.
"Elle, no! Get out of here!"
But he is too late. When his attention is divided, the security guard fires off a gunshot and before Elle can send an arc of electricity at him, a bullet rips through Elle's chest, tearing her aorta. It exits out her back and lodges itself into the wall.
"NOO!" Gabriel roars. He runs to Elle, blood is pouring out of her wound, and one look at her face makes him realize he can't heal her. He turns his head back to the guard. "You are going to be sorry you did that." His arm gestures wildly, sending everything in its path, flying.
The security guard sails through the air and hits the wall before falling down onto the floor. Gabriel advances towards him easily with one arm extended to hold him telekinetically and the other drawn, ready to make the cut. "I am going to enjoy watching you scream and die."
After slicing the man's skull open and tossing his body next to Kara's, he goes back to Elle.
Her body is lying in a pool of her own blood, her face pale and lifeless. His heart is caught in his throat. "No." He kneels down next to her body, the blood slowly staining his pants. His hand lightly skims across her face, brushing back the bangs on her face. "No, you can't be dead. I can't heal the dead!" An anguished yell erupts from him and he pounds the floor with a fist. "Son of a bitch. If you weren't already dead, I would kill you again!" He yells in the direction of the security guard. Gabriel takes Elle's hand, intertwines her fingers with his and leaves a light kiss. "I'm so sorry, I wish it was me."
He stands up, unsure of his next move. He looks around him, eyes wild with emotion, and the only noise he hears is his own ragged breathing. So when he notices a weird sound, Gabriel whips around, not wanting to believe what he heard. Elle is coughing and gasping for breath as she slowly sits up.
"Elle? What? How?"
"I don't know! I just remember feeling the bullet hit me and then...oh my god, did I die?!" She jumps up staring at herself in horror and the pool of blood she is now standing in. "Wait...did you bring me back to life?"
Gabriel can only stare at her in shock. She was alive. But he didn't heal her...did he? "I...honestly don't know."
"What did you do?" She walks over to him. "Your healing power doesn't work on the dead. And your blood doesn't work like the cheerleader's does." She places her hands on his face. "How did you do it?"
Gabriel shakes his head, trying to make sense of this. An idea enters his mind but it seemed farfetched, even for him. But he has to test it. "Elle, I have an idea. But I need for you to trust me."
"What are you gonna do?" Elle asks nervously.
"Like I said, trust me." He takes a breath and grabs her wrist with one hand. He raises his other hand and a cut makes its way across the skin and blood quickly comes out. They both watch in amazement as her wound heals and her skin knits back together and leaves no sign that her wrist had been sliced open.
Exclamations of "Holy shit!" and "Oh my God" come from both of them as they stare at each other.
"You...gave me the regeneration ability." Elle hesitantly states. "How?!"
"It must be that empathy thing. Jesus, it works both ways." Gabriel starts getting excited. "Do you know what this means?!" He grabs Elle by the waist and lifts her up to swing her around. "Nobody can hurt either one of us now."
Elle's face lights up and Gabriel brings her face to his. He kisses her, loving the feeling of her lips on his. Loving the fact that she's alive.
"Now we have to celebrate."
With their lips pressed against together, Gabriel backs Elle up into a wall. She frantically lifts the bottom of his shirt to pull it over his head, barely breaking their kiss. His hands deftly untie the string holding up Elle's halter top. As her top slips down, Gabriel's hands follow and gently squeeze Elle's breasts, eliciting an aroused moan from her. He breaks off the kiss and his lips start to wander down her body, leaving a trail of kisses along her neck and down her chest. His hands keep traveling south to her skirt. Unzipping it was easy, but trying to slide it off is harder. The leather mini-skirt is skin tight. After a tug or two, he manages to get them down and he is pleasantly surprised to find she isn't wearing underwear. His fingers tease her clit, making her gasp and buck her hips towards him. And when he slips a finger or two inside, she is all but putty in his hands. Just when she thinks she's about to come, he pulls his hand away and brings it up to his mouth. He licks his fingers slowly and Elle can't take it.
She pulls his head down to hers, tasting herself on his lips. Then Elle's hands go for his pants' button and zipper, quickly undoing them and pushing them down. She grabs him and Gabriel lets out a low moan when she runs her hands up and down his shaft.
"Want...you...now," she hisses. Gabriel can barely think anymore and he pulls Elle's hands off him before placing his hands on her waist and guides himself into her. Elle's eyes squeeze shut at the sensation of him entering her and her head and back are against the wall. Her toned legs wrap around him and her arms are flung around his neck. With each trust, she's pretty sure her back will have marks from the wall but she can't even think about that now.
She comes at the same time he does. Her fingers shoot out electricity and Gabriel grunts as his body absorbs the electricity, burnt skin healing quickly. He's still holding on to her and her legs are still wrapped around him as their heart rates slow back down and their heavy breathing is replaced by their more normal breaths. Slowly, Elle unwraps her legs and he slips out of her.
No words are spoken as they redress and leave the room. Only hand holding and knowing looks and smiles as they make their way out of the club. They both know something extraordinary had happened tonight. Their union is stronger than ever and they know they're almost ready to take down Angela Petrelli.
*****
Title: August (of 12 Months of Sylar and Elle)
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: Language, some Volume 3 spoilers
Summary: A look into a year of Sylar and Elle's life as they do things on their own terms
A/N: I'm not sure why this month gave me so much trouble when I could work on other future months without too many issues. So if it seems short, it probably is. But I promise that the other months are better than this one.
Originally Posted: 1/23/2009 ( here)
August
Kansas
"What the hell is this place? It's nothing but fields and cows."
"This is Kansas."
"Wonderful. Middle of fucking nowhere." Elle complains. "And it's hot as hell. What a terrible birthday."
"Oh, it's not that bad, Elle. PMS much?"
"I'd need a period sometime soon for that."
It takes a few seconds for her statement to register. But when it does, Gabriel nearly slams on the car's brakes. He whips his head to her. "You're not..." he trails off, not wanting to say that last word.
"I don't know! All I know is that I'm late."
"Fuck."
"Not right now. Besides, that would be the reason to this predicament."
---
His eyes scan the shelf, stumbling over the brand names.
"Why are there so many different kinds?" he mutters. Reaching out, he grabs two different boxes and makes his way to the counter. The clerk looks at him with a bored expression as she totals up the purchase.
"$18.72"
Gabriel plunks down a $20 and without waiting for change, heads out the door with his purchase. He throws the bag at Elle as soon as he climbs in the car. "Why are there so many different kinds of pregnancy tests and why are they expensive?"
"You're asking me? You're the one that's supposed to understand everything."
---
The car pulls up to a farmhouse after negotiating a long dusty driveway.
"So what's the plan?"
"Considering he's got phasing, he'll be harder to contain. It has to be some sort of surprise."
"Whatever, he's no match against us. I'll just send a blast at him and he'll be too shocked to move," Elle impatiently responds.
Gabriel looks and studies her before he responds. "Elle, I don't know if I want you to come in with me on this one."
"What? Why?"
"Because you're very stressed. And it's easy to make a mistake under stress," Gabriel tries to reason.
"He can't hurt me!"
"Elle, that's not the point." Gabriel keeps his voice steady. "Listen, just be back up for me."
"Excuse me?" Her tone gets icy. "I don't do backup." Elle glares at him before throwing open the car door and stomping out. Gabriel knows that if she had the power to kill with her looks, he'd be very dead right then and there. Frustrated, he sighs and gets out of the car to follow her.
"Elle!"
As if she doesn't hear him, she marches up the steps to their victim's house and presses the doorbell. Gabriel's lips press together in a firm line as he ends up behind Elle. He wants to put his hand on her shoulder to pull her back but knows if he tried that, he'd be on the receiving end of a very powerful shock.
The door swings open to reveal an older man who appears to be around 60. Yet despite his age, he still seemed very fit for his age, probably from manual labor around his farm.
"May I help you?"
"Yes, you may." Elle's lips curl into a cold and sinister smile. "There's something that you have that we'd like." A small ray of electricity escapes from her fingers and hits the man. Elle and Gabriel take this opportunity to push their way into the house and once in, the door slams shut and locks.
Shaking off the small hit of electricity, a terrified look enters the man's eyes and he tries to make a run for it. But Elle shoots another bolt of electricity at him and the man falls down to the ground. As he's lying on the floor, she walks up to him.
"This will be much easier on you if you don't try anything funny." She bends down, leaning over him.
"Like this?" The man sticks a hand out, sending it into Elle's body. She gasps as she looks down, seeing his arm protruding from her torso and she finds herself rendered immobile.
"That's enough." Gabriel speaks up for the first time since entering the house. He flicks his wrist and the man flies across the room, crashing against a wall. With an arm out, he holds the man to the wall and advances towards him. "You really should have listened to her when she said not to try anything funny," he says darkly.
---
When he finishes scouring the man's brains looking for the source of his phasing ability, Elle is nowhere to be found. Gabriel grits his teeth and goes to the kitchen sink to wash the blood off his hands. As he dries his now clean hands on a paper towel, he hears her footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Where did you go? And do you see why I wanted you to stay in the car?"
"I decided to go pee on those expensive sticks," she retorts, not even bothering to answer his second question.
The look on her face stops him. "Are you..."
"What would you do if I said I was?"
"I...don't know. It's not something I'm prepared for at all." He says slowly.
"I'd have to buy new clothes because I'm gonna get fat, you know."
Gabriel feels his heart stop a bit. "You're pregnant?"
Unable to keep up the charade, a small giggle escapes form Elle. "Oh Gabriel, still gullible as before. Luckily, you don't have to worry about a baby." A wide smile breaks out on her face. "I'm not pregnant afterall. This is the best birthday ever!"
SEPTEMBER - OCTOBER - NOVEMBER - DECEMBER
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: Language, spoilers for 3.12 "Our Father"
Summary: A look into a year of Sylar and Elle's life as they do things on their own terms
A/N: Oh hey, look what I did here? Actual canon events appear in this installment with some tweaking, of course. I...don't know how I feel about this chapter, quite honestly. But major thanks to superkappa for being an impromptu beta for me! :D And thanks to catyuy as always because she gave me an idea to use in this chapter.
Originally Posted: 1/17/2009 ( here)
Prologue
1 - January
2 - February
3 - March
4 - April
5 - May
We've been on the run
Driving in the sun
Looking out for #1
California, here we come
Right back where we started from
-Phantom Planet "California"
June
California
"Turn into this parking lot over here," Elle orders.
"It's a 7-11. Sue Landers isn't here."
"No...but I'm thirsty and they have Slush-Os here. So you're going to stop here."
Gabriel sighs but turns the car into the parking lot anyway. He didn't want to face Elle's wrath if he made her forgo a Slush-O. And people thought he was psychotic.
Five minutes later, they were back on the road. Gabriel glances over at Elle, who is savoring every ounce of her drink. "You didn't zap the cashier, did you?"
"Of course not!" Elle huffs. "...okay, maybe."
"Elle!"
"Well, the guy deserved it. Trying to tell me this jumbo size costs $5? No way."
Gabriel shakes his head. "What am I going to do with you?"
"You love me and everything I do, and you know it." Elle grins.
---
"So tell me why we're here instead of where we need to be?"
"Because I need more suitable clothes to pull off this and any future caper."
"Fine. Let's make this quick. We're out of here in an hour."
"Deal." Elle secretly crosses her toes, knowing they'd be at the mall for longer than an hour.
An hour later, Gabriel looks at his watch and groans. The hour had gone by agonizingly slow for him as Elle dragged him from store to store, trying on an insane amount of clothes. Then she had tried to force him to wear something other than his customary black. He was up for change but he balked at pink.
"No!"
"Gabriel! It would look good on you."
"Elle, pink and serial killer do not go together."
Elle's persistence didn't win this time as he had stood his ground. But was he paying for it now since she didn't seem to want to leave the mall?
"Elle, we really have to get going now if we're going to get Sue Landers."
Elle didn't seem to hear. In fact, she only seemed more determined to walk into another store for more clothes. Gabriel follows her into the store and after a brief period of silence, breaks down.
"Fine, you win. I'll get a pink shirt if we can leave soon."
"I knew you'd come around." Elle smiles. "We can leave after I change into these boring business casual clothes."
---
Sue Landers' Office
"Hi Sue! Happy birthday!" Elle smiles cheerfully.
"Thank you."
Elle puts an arm around her shoulder. "Hey, there's a birthday surprise waiting for you in the conference room, come with me."
Sue looks at Elle, giving her a small quizzical look. "Do I know you?"
"Afraid not. I'm a relatively new hire and this is my first week working here. But I have seen you around and that's how I know your name."
"You're lying."
"Yeah, you're right. Oh well," Elle's arm tightens around Sue's body and lowly says "But you're going to follow me into the conference room anyway." To anybody else, it would look like two co-workers walking along, deep in conversation.
Once inside the room, Elle sees Gabriel and nearly laughs at his appearance. He's dressed in blue coveralls embroidered with a random logo. But she keeps her face straight as she closes the door and leans against it, watching the action unfold.
"Sue Landers? Special delivery."
A brief pause hangs in the air before her answer. "You're lying. You're not here to make a delivery."
"Impressive. How did you do that?"
"What do you want?" She starts backing up.
"To understand what you do. Human lie detector? How does that work? When someone tells a lie, does it tingle?" He slowly walks towards her, circling her and ends up next to Elle.
"How did you know about me? Who are you?"
"Oh, I just need to find out the truth about something." Yet again, with a familiar wrist flick, Sue is thrown backwards and pinned against a wall. "But don't worry, it won't hurt a bit."
Sue's eyes widen in fear when she realizes that's not the truth. She tries to look over at Elle for help.
Gabriel smirks. "Got me. That's a lie. And she won't be helping you. She's with me." He raises his hand and Elle watches on, still fascinated despite having seen this happen many times before.
When Sue's body crumples to the floor, Elle rushes over and in her haste, forgets to lock the door. Three people come in with birthday cheers and stop short when they see Gabriel and Elle leaning over Sue's body.
Elle stands up first. "Oh nice, visitors! Is that cake?" She asks sweetly seeing one of the office workers carrying a sheet cake. Behind her, Gabriel rises, bloody hands in full view. The workers stare, not knowing what to do. The door slams shut behind them and locks fall in place.
"Mmm, cake. But I prefer pie."
---
The telltale ding goes off, signalling the arrival of the elevator. Gabriel and Elle step in and find an Asian man who can't keep his eyes off the blood on both of their clothes. Elle can't keep a small smirk off her face as she nudges Gabriel with her elbow. He looks down at her and sees her slightly tilt her head to the man.
"Is something wrong, sir?" Gabriel asks as he looks over.
Gulping, the man looks at the blood spatters on both of Gabriel and Elle's clothing. "N-n-n-no...no, not at all." He stutters. Visible sweatdrops form on his forehead.
Cocking his head, Gabriel feels a tingling sensation at the man's obvious lie. "Ooh, it does tingle."
When the elevator stops at the ground floor, the terrified Asian man can't leave the elevator fast enough. He just about scampers out as soon as the doors open. Gabriel and Elle stroll out of the elevator and walk towards the building's doors, not caring about the looks from gaping bystanders towards their bloody and slightly disheveled appearance.
Elle laughs at the sight of the man scurrying away as fast as he can. "I thought he was going to piss his pants back in there."
"You think if I said boo, he would have?"
"Wouldn't surprise me." Elle glances over at him as they walk towards their car. "And now we can find the truth about your parents."
"Only after we make a few more stops first. And get out of these clothes."
They stop when they reach their car. "And thanks to me, a bunch of new clothes to get into. But we should enjoy getting out of our clothes first." Elle gives Gabriel a sideways grin and he responds by grabbing her and pulling her to him.
*****
Title: July (of 12 Months of Sylar and Elle)
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Rating: R/NC-17 (for this one)
Warnings/Spoilers: Language, some Volume 3 spoilers
Summary: A look into a year of Sylar and Elle's life as they do things on their own terms
A/N: So ideas in this chapter totally born out of a crazy conversation with catyuy and carapheonix. Um, feedback seriously encouraged.
Originally Posted: 1/19/2009 ( here)
July
Denver
"This one might be a little harder to trap. So we have to be extra careful. I don't want you getting hurt." He slams the car door shut.
"Gabriel, you have healing! Even if I do get hurt, you can heal me." Elle starts walking towards the club.
"I can't heal the dead though. If something goes wrong and you die before I can save you..."
Elle dismisses his worries. "Nothing can hurt me. It will be fine. We'll find this girl and you'll have invisibility!"
"Elle..."
"Gabriel, please stop worrying." Elle stops walking. "Now, how do I look?"
Gabriel's eyes skim over her. He takes in her bright red halter top, black leather mini-skirt, and a pair of black stiletto boots which he had affectionately called 'fuck me boots' adorned her feet. "I think you'll fit in at the club."
---
Club Hypnotique
The music is blaring and strobe lights bounce off the floor and walls when Elle and Gabriel enter. The club is packed full of people and the two make a beeline for the bar.
"You sure she's here?" Gabriel bends down to speak into Elle's ear.
"She has to be. Seems like every college student is here tonight." Elle's eyes dart around until she spies a girl standing diagonally across from her and Gabriel. The girl is watching the dance floor with envy and Elle notices the girl flicker.
"Bingo!"
"What?"
"Over there," Elle discreetly points. "She's our girl."
---
Kara is envious of everyone on the dance floor. Especially the girls that have all the guys coming up to them, offering to buy a drink or two and then leading them out to dance. She sighs and looks down at her feet. "I'll never be one of them. Nobody seems to see or notice me."
"Hi there."
Kara looks up and sees a beautiful blonde standing in front of her and...actually talking to her?
"H...hi," she stammers.
"I saw you standing here in the corner by yourself and was wondering why. You should be out dancing like everyone else. Oh by the way, I'm Elle," she introduces herself.
"I'm Kara."
"Well, hi Kara. Come on, let's dance!" Elle grabs Kara's hand and drags her out onto the dance floor. "You're too pretty to just be standing there and not dancing!" she calls out over the loud music.
A small smile appears on the girl's face. "You think I'm pretty?"
Elle leans in and stares into Kara's dark brown eyes. "Very pretty."
Maybe it was the proximity. Maybe it was something in the air. Maybe it was the fact that somebody, who happened to be stunning, finally giving her the time of day. Kara didn't know but she suddenly found her lips pressed up against Elle's. Elle's surprised but she doesn't pull away immediately. She returns the kiss and only when a small spark is emitted from her lips, does Kara pull away.
Elle giggles. "Well that was unexpected."
"I'm so sorry! I...I've never done anything like that before," blushes Kara.
"Don't worry about it," Elle dismisses easily with a grin. "I have someone I want you to meet though."
"Hello."
Kara whips around to see a tall dark haired man standing behind her. "Um, hello?"
"I couldn't help but notice you kissing my girlfriend."
"Your girlfriend?" Kara wants to turn invisible from embarrassment and doesn't seem to notice when she does for a second.
"I don't mind though. I found it rather...titillating." Gabriel tilts his head, staring down at the girl. "I'm Gabriel."
---
Private Room at Club Hypnotique
"Are we allowed to be up here?" nervously asks Kara, glancing around the dimly lit room.
"Oh, of course," Gabriel answers smoothly as Elle shuts the door behind them and locks it. "Sit down, make yourself comfortable."
Kara sits down on the edge of the leather sofa and is soon joined on either side by Gabriel and Elle.
"I've...never had people pay attention to me like this before," she admits.
A look of sympathy crosses Gabriel's face. "That's too bad. You're very special, you know."
"I am?"
"Absolutely. Elle and I both think so, that's why we brought you up here. We like you." Gabriel smiles. He leans in closer to Kara, his voice low and husky. "And we want to show you how much we like you." He cups her face in his hand and covers her lips with his. Meanwhile, Elle is softly brushing back Kara's hair and placing small kisses along her shoulder and her hand grabbing Kara's wrist and pinning it down to the sofa cushion.
It takes Kara a few moments when she realizes something is very wrong. When she pulls back from the kiss, she finds Gabriel staring darkly at her, a dangerous look entering his eyes. She tries to stand up but finds herself being zapped by Elle. A small yelp of surprise comes out and she finds herself being pushed back down onto the sofa by some unseeable force.
"Like I said, you are very special, which Elle and I both like." Gabriel raises a finger. "Too bad you don't realize how special you are."
A stunned Kara can't do anything as the fatal cut makes its way across her forehead.
---
Gabriel barely finds the location of Kara's power before a loud bang on the door makes him and Elle flinch. It's only then that Elle looks up into a dark corner to see a camera and swears.
"Fuck. I bet you it's the security guard or something because they saw us."
"Elle, get out of here, let me handle this." Gabriel barely gets out when the door flies open and a man is standing there with a gun in his hand.
"I saw you two kill her! And I recognize you two now, you're that Bonnie and Clyde couple from the news."
"How sweet, you recognize us," Elle taunts as she holds an electrical sphere in her hand.
"Elle, no! Get out of here!"
But he is too late. When his attention is divided, the security guard fires off a gunshot and before Elle can send an arc of electricity at him, a bullet rips through Elle's chest, tearing her aorta. It exits out her back and lodges itself into the wall.
"NOO!" Gabriel roars. He runs to Elle, blood is pouring out of her wound, and one look at her face makes him realize he can't heal her. He turns his head back to the guard. "You are going to be sorry you did that." His arm gestures wildly, sending everything in its path, flying.
The security guard sails through the air and hits the wall before falling down onto the floor. Gabriel advances towards him easily with one arm extended to hold him telekinetically and the other drawn, ready to make the cut. "I am going to enjoy watching you scream and die."
After slicing the man's skull open and tossing his body next to Kara's, he goes back to Elle.
Her body is lying in a pool of her own blood, her face pale and lifeless. His heart is caught in his throat. "No." He kneels down next to her body, the blood slowly staining his pants. His hand lightly skims across her face, brushing back the bangs on her face. "No, you can't be dead. I can't heal the dead!" An anguished yell erupts from him and he pounds the floor with a fist. "Son of a bitch. If you weren't already dead, I would kill you again!" He yells in the direction of the security guard. Gabriel takes Elle's hand, intertwines her fingers with his and leaves a light kiss. "I'm so sorry, I wish it was me."
He stands up, unsure of his next move. He looks around him, eyes wild with emotion, and the only noise he hears is his own ragged breathing. So when he notices a weird sound, Gabriel whips around, not wanting to believe what he heard. Elle is coughing and gasping for breath as she slowly sits up.
"Elle? What? How?"
"I don't know! I just remember feeling the bullet hit me and then...oh my god, did I die?!" She jumps up staring at herself in horror and the pool of blood she is now standing in. "Wait...did you bring me back to life?"
Gabriel can only stare at her in shock. She was alive. But he didn't heal her...did he? "I...honestly don't know."
"What did you do?" She walks over to him. "Your healing power doesn't work on the dead. And your blood doesn't work like the cheerleader's does." She places her hands on his face. "How did you do it?"
Gabriel shakes his head, trying to make sense of this. An idea enters his mind but it seemed farfetched, even for him. But he has to test it. "Elle, I have an idea. But I need for you to trust me."
"What are you gonna do?" Elle asks nervously.
"Like I said, trust me." He takes a breath and grabs her wrist with one hand. He raises his other hand and a cut makes its way across the skin and blood quickly comes out. They both watch in amazement as her wound heals and her skin knits back together and leaves no sign that her wrist had been sliced open.
Exclamations of "Holy shit!" and "Oh my God" come from both of them as they stare at each other.
"You...gave me the regeneration ability." Elle hesitantly states. "How?!"
"It must be that empathy thing. Jesus, it works both ways." Gabriel starts getting excited. "Do you know what this means?!" He grabs Elle by the waist and lifts her up to swing her around. "Nobody can hurt either one of us now."
Elle's face lights up and Gabriel brings her face to his. He kisses her, loving the feeling of her lips on his. Loving the fact that she's alive.
"Now we have to celebrate."
With their lips pressed against together, Gabriel backs Elle up into a wall. She frantically lifts the bottom of his shirt to pull it over his head, barely breaking their kiss. His hands deftly untie the string holding up Elle's halter top. As her top slips down, Gabriel's hands follow and gently squeeze Elle's breasts, eliciting an aroused moan from her. He breaks off the kiss and his lips start to wander down her body, leaving a trail of kisses along her neck and down her chest. His hands keep traveling south to her skirt. Unzipping it was easy, but trying to slide it off is harder. The leather mini-skirt is skin tight. After a tug or two, he manages to get them down and he is pleasantly surprised to find she isn't wearing underwear. His fingers tease her clit, making her gasp and buck her hips towards him. And when he slips a finger or two inside, she is all but putty in his hands. Just when she thinks she's about to come, he pulls his hand away and brings it up to his mouth. He licks his fingers slowly and Elle can't take it.
She pulls his head down to hers, tasting herself on his lips. Then Elle's hands go for his pants' button and zipper, quickly undoing them and pushing them down. She grabs him and Gabriel lets out a low moan when she runs her hands up and down his shaft.
"Want...you...now," she hisses. Gabriel can barely think anymore and he pulls Elle's hands off him before placing his hands on her waist and guides himself into her. Elle's eyes squeeze shut at the sensation of him entering her and her head and back are against the wall. Her toned legs wrap around him and her arms are flung around his neck. With each trust, she's pretty sure her back will have marks from the wall but she can't even think about that now.
She comes at the same time he does. Her fingers shoot out electricity and Gabriel grunts as his body absorbs the electricity, burnt skin healing quickly. He's still holding on to her and her legs are still wrapped around him as their heart rates slow back down and their heavy breathing is replaced by their more normal breaths. Slowly, Elle unwraps her legs and he slips out of her.
No words are spoken as they redress and leave the room. Only hand holding and knowing looks and smiles as they make their way out of the club. They both know something extraordinary had happened tonight. Their union is stronger than ever and they know they're almost ready to take down Angela Petrelli.
*****
Title: August (of 12 Months of Sylar and Elle)
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: Language, some Volume 3 spoilers
Summary: A look into a year of Sylar and Elle's life as they do things on their own terms
A/N: I'm not sure why this month gave me so much trouble when I could work on other future months without too many issues. So if it seems short, it probably is. But I promise that the other months are better than this one.
Originally Posted: 1/23/2009 ( here)
August
Kansas
"What the hell is this place? It's nothing but fields and cows."
"This is Kansas."
"Wonderful. Middle of fucking nowhere." Elle complains. "And it's hot as hell. What a terrible birthday."
"Oh, it's not that bad, Elle. PMS much?"
"I'd need a period sometime soon for that."
It takes a few seconds for her statement to register. But when it does, Gabriel nearly slams on the car's brakes. He whips his head to her. "You're not..." he trails off, not wanting to say that last word.
"I don't know! All I know is that I'm late."
"Fuck."
"Not right now. Besides, that would be the reason to this predicament."
---
His eyes scan the shelf, stumbling over the brand names.
"Why are there so many different kinds?" he mutters. Reaching out, he grabs two different boxes and makes his way to the counter. The clerk looks at him with a bored expression as she totals up the purchase.
"$18.72"
Gabriel plunks down a $20 and without waiting for change, heads out the door with his purchase. He throws the bag at Elle as soon as he climbs in the car. "Why are there so many different kinds of pregnancy tests and why are they expensive?"
"You're asking me? You're the one that's supposed to understand everything."
---
The car pulls up to a farmhouse after negotiating a long dusty driveway.
"So what's the plan?"
"Considering he's got phasing, he'll be harder to contain. It has to be some sort of surprise."
"Whatever, he's no match against us. I'll just send a blast at him and he'll be too shocked to move," Elle impatiently responds.
Gabriel looks and studies her before he responds. "Elle, I don't know if I want you to come in with me on this one."
"What? Why?"
"Because you're very stressed. And it's easy to make a mistake under stress," Gabriel tries to reason.
"He can't hurt me!"
"Elle, that's not the point." Gabriel keeps his voice steady. "Listen, just be back up for me."
"Excuse me?" Her tone gets icy. "I don't do backup." Elle glares at him before throwing open the car door and stomping out. Gabriel knows that if she had the power to kill with her looks, he'd be very dead right then and there. Frustrated, he sighs and gets out of the car to follow her.
"Elle!"
As if she doesn't hear him, she marches up the steps to their victim's house and presses the doorbell. Gabriel's lips press together in a firm line as he ends up behind Elle. He wants to put his hand on her shoulder to pull her back but knows if he tried that, he'd be on the receiving end of a very powerful shock.
The door swings open to reveal an older man who appears to be around 60. Yet despite his age, he still seemed very fit for his age, probably from manual labor around his farm.
"May I help you?"
"Yes, you may." Elle's lips curl into a cold and sinister smile. "There's something that you have that we'd like." A small ray of electricity escapes from her fingers and hits the man. Elle and Gabriel take this opportunity to push their way into the house and once in, the door slams shut and locks.
Shaking off the small hit of electricity, a terrified look enters the man's eyes and he tries to make a run for it. But Elle shoots another bolt of electricity at him and the man falls down to the ground. As he's lying on the floor, she walks up to him.
"This will be much easier on you if you don't try anything funny." She bends down, leaning over him.
"Like this?" The man sticks a hand out, sending it into Elle's body. She gasps as she looks down, seeing his arm protruding from her torso and she finds herself rendered immobile.
"That's enough." Gabriel speaks up for the first time since entering the house. He flicks his wrist and the man flies across the room, crashing against a wall. With an arm out, he holds the man to the wall and advances towards him. "You really should have listened to her when she said not to try anything funny," he says darkly.
---
When he finishes scouring the man's brains looking for the source of his phasing ability, Elle is nowhere to be found. Gabriel grits his teeth and goes to the kitchen sink to wash the blood off his hands. As he dries his now clean hands on a paper towel, he hears her footsteps coming down the stairs.
"Where did you go? And do you see why I wanted you to stay in the car?"
"I decided to go pee on those expensive sticks," she retorts, not even bothering to answer his second question.
The look on her face stops him. "Are you..."
"What would you do if I said I was?"
"I...don't know. It's not something I'm prepared for at all." He says slowly.
"I'd have to buy new clothes because I'm gonna get fat, you know."
Gabriel feels his heart stop a bit. "You're pregnant?"
Unable to keep up the charade, a small giggle escapes form Elle. "Oh Gabriel, still gullible as before. Luckily, you don't have to worry about a baby." A wide smile breaks out on her face. "I'm not pregnant afterall. This is the best birthday ever!"
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