fics: Interrogation, Same Thing, Recipe for Disaster
3 of my unanonymous (probably not really a word) fics from the Sylar/Elle fic fest
Title: Interrogation
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Rating: R (language and sexual references)
Prompt:Elle and Sylar are being interrogated at Primatech. They realize that Peter and Matt are reading their thoughts in the other room. They decide to have some fun and think nothing but dirty thoughts.
A/N: written for the Sylar/Elle fic fest
Elle stares at the long mirror in front of them. She's not stupid, she knows it's a two way mirror and there are people behind it. Who though, she's not exactly sure. She nudges Sylar with her elbow and when he looks at her, he only sees her staring straight at the mirror. He answers her with a look of irritation.
Elle rolls her eyes and leans over, her mouth close to his ear and whispers. "Two way mirror, genius. There's got to be people on the other side and probably mind readers instead of super hearing people."
"Oh."
"Why don't we give them something to listen to?" She pulls away, a devious grin on her face.
"Miss Bishop, is there something you'd like to share?" the security guard looms over them.
"Am I not allowed to privately talk to my partner here?"
"We're already violating protocol by having the two of you in the same room. So no, you can't talk to him."
"Angela's got you trained, hasn't she? First you force Haitian pills down our throats so we can't use our powers and now you have us locked up in this hell hole of a room waiting to be graced by her Majesty's presence."
On the other side of the two way mirror, Peter and Matt watch Sylar and Elle refuse to answer any questions.
"Matt, this isn't working, we have to get into their heads!"
Both men squint, their minds working to get inside Sylar and Elle's heads.
"God, Elle's so sexy when she's annoyed. She's sexy when she...fuck it, she's sexy all the time."
"Ugh, how long has it been since we had sex? Too long, I bet. And if this stupid rent a cop wasn't here, I'd want to be bent over this table and fucked, hard."
"I know how to wipe that damn smirk off the guard's face. Cut his god damn head open, he won't be smiling about anything after that. Elle can burn his body and we can get the hell out of here. Or maybe she can blow me right here. That would get the guard to stop smiling. Elle and her hot little mouth, wrapped around my dick..."
"Ga...Syl...no, Gabriel's so sexy whenever he gets that look in his eyes. That damn stare of his. And his mouth...that little smirk of his makes his lips look so delicious. Nothing's better than the feeling of his lips on me, going down my neck, toying with my nippes, and best of all is when he goes down on me and his tongue is on...
"Ahh!" Matt shakes his head furiously. "No, I am not going to listen in on how badly they want to fuck each other and what other sex capades they may be thinking of." He looks at Peter but he seems firmly entranced by the thoughts he's hearing. Peter's tongue is peeking out through this lips as he's lightly biting down and his hands are...
"Peter! What the hell, man?!" Matt shakes Peter out of his reverie.
"What? Oh," Peter looks down, realizing where his hands are. "Um..."
"No, don't tell me," Matt holds up his hands and backs away. "I don't want to know. We're done here." He walks out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him.
Back in the interrogation room, matching smiles break out on Sylar and Elle's face when they hear the sound of the door.
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Title: Same Thing
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Rating: PG-13 (two instances of the f word)
Prompt: Sylar/Elle- Jealousy (Peter, Maya, Mohinder, whoever) and acceptance, -"I don't blame you, I do the same thing, I get lonely too"-Portions for Foxes by Rilo Kiley
A/N: Written for the Sylar/Elle fic fest
Elle grits her teeth as she chases Sylar through the loft, crunching of broken glass under her heels. When she sees the door leading to the outside alley, she knows he's out there. She bursts through the door and finds him waiting for her.
"So I hear you've been playing around with Peter Petrelli while I've been gone." Sylar leans against the brick wall, arms folded across his chest.
"Well, who was that chick in there with Mohinder?" Elle spits out, her left hand gently cupping her right arm which is still sore from that gunshot courtesy of Noah Bennet.
A slow taunting smile emerges on Sylar's face. "Oh her? Maya. She proved quite helpful in getting me back here to New York." He straightens up but doesn't move otherwise. "She seemed pretty taken by me the whole way here. Listening to every word I said to her. Ready to do whatever I asked."
Dropping her left arm down, a ball of electricity forms in Elle's palm. "So, you fucked her?" She was ready to send that blast his way if he said yes.
Sylar laughs, a dark laugh that sends shivers down Elle's spine. "Really, Elle? You think she's my type?" He takes a step towards her. "You know I prefer blondes...with powers that can light up the city." His eyes narrow. "Did you fuck Peter?"
A playful smirk appears on Elle's face. "What would you do if I said yes?"
"This," he hisses. He extends his arm and Elle goes flying, her back impacting the brick wall with a resounding crack. His power newly restored works like it was never gone. Sylar holds her against the wall with his mind as he walks over to her, places his hands on either side of her head.
Elle looks up at him defiantly. He could try to kill her but she wasn't going to go down easily. She's ready to retort with a comeback when she sees his face take on a different look, a soft look that reminds her of the Gabriel Gray she met long ago.
"I don't blame you. If you did sleep with him," his voice is quiet as he stares at her, searching her face for answers. "I'd do the same thing, I get lonely too."
Elle looks at him, seeing acceptance in his eyes, and sighs. "I didn't. Sleep with him, that is. Though I wouldn't have minded. I did kiss him though."
Her revelation makes him feel both at ease and yet still jealous. He's relieved that she didn't sleep with Golden Boy though he feels a hard knot in his stomach knowing that he had kissed Elle first.
"Well, I only kissed Maya." He answers simply, waiting for her reaction.
Elle's eyes harden for a moment. "Oh." She bites her lip before answering. "Fair is fair, I suppose."
"But all I really want? You." Sylar dips his head and lowers his lips onto hers, his hands moving to intertwine their fingers as his hold on her is released.
All Elle knows is that his kiss proves his statement and she kisses him back. They're not so lonely anymore.
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Title: Recipe for Disaster
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Rating: PG
Prompt:Noah's first birthday. Elle tries to bake a cake.
A/N: written for the Sylar/Elle fic fest
"Eggs. Milk. Vanilla extract. Flour. Sugar. Baking Powder," Elle mutters as she gathers the ingredients from around the kitchen. "Am I missing anything? Oh wait, salt and butter."
She eagerly grabs a mixing bowl and sets it down right in front of her. It's her baby boy's first birthday and she's eager to celebrate it by doing something special. Gabriel had insisted on just buying a cake from a popular bakery but Elle had put her foot down and said she wanted to try it herself. He had looked dubious but knowing her stubbornnes, caved in and let her go.
"Try not to burn the house down, okay?" were his parting words as he left for work that morning.
Elle had stuck her tongue out at him and zapped his ass as he walked out the door.
Now an hour later, she finally mustered the courage to tackle baking a cake. She reads off the recipe she found after a few hours of Googling the night before.
"Preheat oven to 350 degrees." Elle shrugs. "That's easy." She turns the oven dial to 350 and goes back to peering at the directions. "Grease and flour pan, then set aside." She pauses. "Grease and flour? Ew." She pours a little Crisco grease in the pan before adding a little flour, making a face at the result. "Whatever, done!" The pan is set aside.
"Now combine flour, baking powder and salt in a small mixing bowl and set aside. Then in another bowl, beat butter or margarine with a whisk in a large mixing bowl. " Elle tosses the ingredients together and reaches for the whisk. Before she grabs the whisk, she gets an idea. "Why can't I just use an electric mixer? It's faster anyway."
Elle bends down to dig through the lower cabinets, searching for the electric mixer. She finally finds it, tucked away in the back, and when she pulls it out, it's a little dusty. She blows the dust off and wets a paper towel to wipe off the remaining dust. Elle grabs the beaters and washes them in the sink before placing them back into the mixer. Plugging it in, she turns it on and lowers it into the bowl.
"Ah!" The batter sprays all over the kitchen counter, landing on her, the wall, and the floor. "Gabriel's going to kill me," she mutters as she surveys the mess. "No wait, he doesn't have to find out! I'll just start over and once the cake is in the oven, I'll just clean this up and everything will be fine."
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"Hello? Gray's Watch Shop."
"Gabriel!" comes a wail on the other end.
Gabriel's eyes widen. "What is it? Is something wrong with Noah?"
"No, of course not," Elle snaps. "Noah's fine and happy as usual."
"Then what's wrong?"
Elle's voice is barely above a whisper now. "Um, can you buy a cake on your way home from work?"
Gabriel bursts out laughing. "That's fine. I actually placed an order last week for a birthday cake." He knows she's pouting on the other end, even though he can't see her. "Listen, the house is okay, right?"
"Um, I gotta go, bye!" He hears a click as Elle hangs up the phone. He stares at the receiver, his mind whirring. He sets the phone down back in its cradle before picking it back up and furiously dialing his house. It rings for awhile before it gets answered.
"Did something happen to the house?" He blurts out before Elle says a word.
"I'm taking care of things," Elle answers. "I really have to go, bye!"
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Elle picks up Noah off the floor, where he's been playing. "Oh Noah, I hope you're enough of a distraction for your daddy when he comes home later." She kisses his forehead as she peeks at the firemen putting out the fire in the kitchen.
Title: Interrogation
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Rating: R (language and sexual references)
Prompt:Elle and Sylar are being interrogated at Primatech. They realize that Peter and Matt are reading their thoughts in the other room. They decide to have some fun and think nothing but dirty thoughts.
A/N: written for the Sylar/Elle fic fest
Elle stares at the long mirror in front of them. She's not stupid, she knows it's a two way mirror and there are people behind it. Who though, she's not exactly sure. She nudges Sylar with her elbow and when he looks at her, he only sees her staring straight at the mirror. He answers her with a look of irritation.
Elle rolls her eyes and leans over, her mouth close to his ear and whispers. "Two way mirror, genius. There's got to be people on the other side and probably mind readers instead of super hearing people."
"Oh."
"Why don't we give them something to listen to?" She pulls away, a devious grin on her face.
"Miss Bishop, is there something you'd like to share?" the security guard looms over them.
"Am I not allowed to privately talk to my partner here?"
"We're already violating protocol by having the two of you in the same room. So no, you can't talk to him."
"Angela's got you trained, hasn't she? First you force Haitian pills down our throats so we can't use our powers and now you have us locked up in this hell hole of a room waiting to be graced by her Majesty's presence."
On the other side of the two way mirror, Peter and Matt watch Sylar and Elle refuse to answer any questions.
"Matt, this isn't working, we have to get into their heads!"
Both men squint, their minds working to get inside Sylar and Elle's heads.
"God, Elle's so sexy when she's annoyed. She's sexy when she...fuck it, she's sexy all the time."
"Ugh, how long has it been since we had sex? Too long, I bet. And if this stupid rent a cop wasn't here, I'd want to be bent over this table and fucked, hard."
"I know how to wipe that damn smirk off the guard's face. Cut his god damn head open, he won't be smiling about anything after that. Elle can burn his body and we can get the hell out of here. Or maybe she can blow me right here. That would get the guard to stop smiling. Elle and her hot little mouth, wrapped around my dick..."
"Ga...Syl...no, Gabriel's so sexy whenever he gets that look in his eyes. That damn stare of his. And his mouth...that little smirk of his makes his lips look so delicious. Nothing's better than the feeling of his lips on me, going down my neck, toying with my nippes, and best of all is when he goes down on me and his tongue is on...
"Ahh!" Matt shakes his head furiously. "No, I am not going to listen in on how badly they want to fuck each other and what other sex capades they may be thinking of." He looks at Peter but he seems firmly entranced by the thoughts he's hearing. Peter's tongue is peeking out through this lips as he's lightly biting down and his hands are...
"Peter! What the hell, man?!" Matt shakes Peter out of his reverie.
"What? Oh," Peter looks down, realizing where his hands are. "Um..."
"No, don't tell me," Matt holds up his hands and backs away. "I don't want to know. We're done here." He walks out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him.
Back in the interrogation room, matching smiles break out on Sylar and Elle's face when they hear the sound of the door.
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Title: Same Thing
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Rating: PG-13 (two instances of the f word)
Prompt: Sylar/Elle- Jealousy (Peter, Maya, Mohinder, whoever) and acceptance, -"I don't blame you, I do the same thing, I get lonely too"-Portions for Foxes by Rilo Kiley
A/N: Written for the Sylar/Elle fic fest
Elle grits her teeth as she chases Sylar through the loft, crunching of broken glass under her heels. When she sees the door leading to the outside alley, she knows he's out there. She bursts through the door and finds him waiting for her.
"So I hear you've been playing around with Peter Petrelli while I've been gone." Sylar leans against the brick wall, arms folded across his chest.
"Well, who was that chick in there with Mohinder?" Elle spits out, her left hand gently cupping her right arm which is still sore from that gunshot courtesy of Noah Bennet.
A slow taunting smile emerges on Sylar's face. "Oh her? Maya. She proved quite helpful in getting me back here to New York." He straightens up but doesn't move otherwise. "She seemed pretty taken by me the whole way here. Listening to every word I said to her. Ready to do whatever I asked."
Dropping her left arm down, a ball of electricity forms in Elle's palm. "So, you fucked her?" She was ready to send that blast his way if he said yes.
Sylar laughs, a dark laugh that sends shivers down Elle's spine. "Really, Elle? You think she's my type?" He takes a step towards her. "You know I prefer blondes...with powers that can light up the city." His eyes narrow. "Did you fuck Peter?"
A playful smirk appears on Elle's face. "What would you do if I said yes?"
"This," he hisses. He extends his arm and Elle goes flying, her back impacting the brick wall with a resounding crack. His power newly restored works like it was never gone. Sylar holds her against the wall with his mind as he walks over to her, places his hands on either side of her head.
Elle looks up at him defiantly. He could try to kill her but she wasn't going to go down easily. She's ready to retort with a comeback when she sees his face take on a different look, a soft look that reminds her of the Gabriel Gray she met long ago.
"I don't blame you. If you did sleep with him," his voice is quiet as he stares at her, searching her face for answers. "I'd do the same thing, I get lonely too."
Elle looks at him, seeing acceptance in his eyes, and sighs. "I didn't. Sleep with him, that is. Though I wouldn't have minded. I did kiss him though."
Her revelation makes him feel both at ease and yet still jealous. He's relieved that she didn't sleep with Golden Boy though he feels a hard knot in his stomach knowing that he had kissed Elle first.
"Well, I only kissed Maya." He answers simply, waiting for her reaction.
Elle's eyes harden for a moment. "Oh." She bites her lip before answering. "Fair is fair, I suppose."
"But all I really want? You." Sylar dips his head and lowers his lips onto hers, his hands moving to intertwine their fingers as his hold on her is released.
All Elle knows is that his kiss proves his statement and she kisses him back. They're not so lonely anymore.
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Title: Recipe for Disaster
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Rating: PG
Prompt:Noah's first birthday. Elle tries to bake a cake.
A/N: written for the Sylar/Elle fic fest
"Eggs. Milk. Vanilla extract. Flour. Sugar. Baking Powder," Elle mutters as she gathers the ingredients from around the kitchen. "Am I missing anything? Oh wait, salt and butter."
She eagerly grabs a mixing bowl and sets it down right in front of her. It's her baby boy's first birthday and she's eager to celebrate it by doing something special. Gabriel had insisted on just buying a cake from a popular bakery but Elle had put her foot down and said she wanted to try it herself. He had looked dubious but knowing her stubbornnes, caved in and let her go.
"Try not to burn the house down, okay?" were his parting words as he left for work that morning.
Elle had stuck her tongue out at him and zapped his ass as he walked out the door.
Now an hour later, she finally mustered the courage to tackle baking a cake. She reads off the recipe she found after a few hours of Googling the night before.
"Preheat oven to 350 degrees." Elle shrugs. "That's easy." She turns the oven dial to 350 and goes back to peering at the directions. "Grease and flour pan, then set aside." She pauses. "Grease and flour? Ew." She pours a little Crisco grease in the pan before adding a little flour, making a face at the result. "Whatever, done!" The pan is set aside.
"Now combine flour, baking powder and salt in a small mixing bowl and set aside. Then in another bowl, beat butter or margarine with a whisk in a large mixing bowl. " Elle tosses the ingredients together and reaches for the whisk. Before she grabs the whisk, she gets an idea. "Why can't I just use an electric mixer? It's faster anyway."
Elle bends down to dig through the lower cabinets, searching for the electric mixer. She finally finds it, tucked away in the back, and when she pulls it out, it's a little dusty. She blows the dust off and wets a paper towel to wipe off the remaining dust. Elle grabs the beaters and washes them in the sink before placing them back into the mixer. Plugging it in, she turns it on and lowers it into the bowl.
"Ah!" The batter sprays all over the kitchen counter, landing on her, the wall, and the floor. "Gabriel's going to kill me," she mutters as she surveys the mess. "No wait, he doesn't have to find out! I'll just start over and once the cake is in the oven, I'll just clean this up and everything will be fine."
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"Hello? Gray's Watch Shop."
"Gabriel!" comes a wail on the other end.
Gabriel's eyes widen. "What is it? Is something wrong with Noah?"
"No, of course not," Elle snaps. "Noah's fine and happy as usual."
"Then what's wrong?"
Elle's voice is barely above a whisper now. "Um, can you buy a cake on your way home from work?"
Gabriel bursts out laughing. "That's fine. I actually placed an order last week for a birthday cake." He knows she's pouting on the other end, even though he can't see her. "Listen, the house is okay, right?"
"Um, I gotta go, bye!" He hears a click as Elle hangs up the phone. He stares at the receiver, his mind whirring. He sets the phone down back in its cradle before picking it back up and furiously dialing his house. It rings for awhile before it gets answered.
"Did something happen to the house?" He blurts out before Elle says a word.
"I'm taking care of things," Elle answers. "I really have to go, bye!"
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Elle picks up Noah off the floor, where he's been playing. "Oh Noah, I hope you're enough of a distraction for your daddy when he comes home later." She kisses his forehead as she peeks at the firemen putting out the fire in the kitchen.