Fanfiction: Heroes: The Point Of It All (Chapter 5)
Elle came bounding into his bedroom at seven am, awake and ready to go. As she grabbed Sylar’s hand, trying to drag him out, he couldn’t help but look surprised. He never would have pegged her as a morning person but when he thought about it, it made sense. The life of a company girl was probably run on a pretty tight schedule. Still he was naked under those covers, and it was probably best for everyone involved (not to mention his self control) if she didn’t see that. So with that in mind he pushed her away, telling her he would be ready in about ten minutes or so. She seemed satisfied by this answer and made her way down to the kitchen to see if Ms. Perkins had anything decent to eat for breakfast.
Elle searched through the freezer, grinning to herself as she spotted some frozen waffles and ice cream. Perfect. She placed a couple of waffles into the toaster before allowing herself to drift into thought. As exciting as it was, traveling with Sylar on his newest killing spree, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy about the gaps in her memory. The things in her mind and some of the things Sylar said didn’t connect. When did he have the chance to find out the Petrellis weren’t his parents (she couldn’t say she was surprised to find out this one, she wouldn’t trust Angela farther than she could throw her)? And the comments he had made about killing her…being so surprised to see her. What was he talking about?
Sure, he had tried to kill her back on Level Five…but he hadn’t succeeded. He was acting so weird, it just didn’t make sense. The last she could remember, he had refused to kill her, saying he wanted to be a good person now. But apparently, something had changed that. Not that she minded it, it really didn’t suit him to be a boyscout, but the sudden change really didn’t make any sense to her at all. And the more she tried to think about, the more her head hurt. She wondered if something had happened and someone had the Hatian wipe her memory, but the person who had been in charge of those orders in the past had been her father. And he was dead now. So who would bother to have them removed now?
It just…didn’t make sense, and it only confused her. So she tried not to think about it too much, much like she tried not to think about all that much, grinning as the waffles popped up. She made her way back to the toaster, carefully taking them out and plopping them on a plate. She took out a carton of ice cream, scooping some up onto the waffles. She was so focused on her sugary breakfast she didn’t even hear Sylar come in until she heard him chuckle behind her.
“Do you eat anything that’s healthy?” He asked with a raised brow, grabbing an apple out of the fruit bowl, taking a bite out of it. “Because so far I’ve only seen you eat Slush-os and other junk like that.”
Elle pouted a little as she turned around to face him now. “Daddy always controlled what I ate when I was home, so I always enjoyed junk like this whenever I got the chance for this” She explained, popping a bite of waffle and ice cream into her mouth.
“Well, hurry up, we need to start out towards the healer’s home, we’ll probably only get halfway there tonight.” He explained, working on getting the coffee maker set up now. He figured he had enough time to brew some while she was eating.
“Why can’t we just take a plane, wouldn’t that be quicker?” She asked with a raised brow. “Or maybe you should go after a teleporter first” She was mostly joking with that second suggestion, but it wasn’t a bad idea.
“It would be, but it’s easier for them to track our trail if we take a plane. We’ll need to trade cars again soon as well.” He paused for a moment, as if considering her second suggestion before shaking his head. “No, it has to be the healer first.”
It was Elle’s turn not to raise a brow a little at that, taking another bite of waffle before asking, “Why are you so eager for a healer anyways? You can already heal yourself and you’re usually going out to kill people, or do you plan on healing them after you fuck with their brains now? That seems like a messy idea”
He bristled a little at that accusation before snapping, “That’s not why I want that power. I could care less if they live or die once I’m done with them” Which wasn’t always true, but he tried not to focus on it too much when he felt the occasional twinge of guilt.
“Then what do you want it for?”
Sylar hesitated at that question, unsure of what to say in response. He didn’t want to explain that his plan was to heal her brain, not just of the recent memories missing from her, but everything her father took from her as well. It was the last gift he could give her, but he wasn’t sure if she would agree to it, if she even wanted it, so instead, he lied. “If you’re going to be going with me, I can’t be worrying about you getting hurt or slowing me down, now can I?” He asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee now that the pot was done.
Elle finished up her waffle, licking off the last bits of ice cream from the fork before responding. “I suppose that makes sense. Sure as hell beats the idea of wearing another sling.”
Sylar nodded a little in response, his eyes focusing on the dribble of ice cream on her chin. He couldn’t help but take a step closer to her, hearing the way her heart began to beat faster as he did so. He brought a hand up, carefully brushing it away with one of his fingers. “You had a little something on you,” He murmured, letting his finger hand linger there against her skin for a moment before dropping it to his side once more.
Elle couldn’t help but feel a little nervous suddenly and merely nodded, taking a step back from him. “Thank you,” She muttered quickly. “We should head out as soon as you’re done with your coffee. We have a long road ahead, right?”
He nodded a little. “We do.” He took another drink from the mug before grinning a little. “Did you want to drive this time?” If nothing else, the question would distract her from the suddenly awkward moment.
Elle’s eyes lit up as she clapped her hands in excitement. “I’d love to!”
Elle searched through the freezer, grinning to herself as she spotted some frozen waffles and ice cream. Perfect. She placed a couple of waffles into the toaster before allowing herself to drift into thought. As exciting as it was, traveling with Sylar on his newest killing spree, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy about the gaps in her memory. The things in her mind and some of the things Sylar said didn’t connect. When did he have the chance to find out the Petrellis weren’t his parents (she couldn’t say she was surprised to find out this one, she wouldn’t trust Angela farther than she could throw her)? And the comments he had made about killing her…being so surprised to see her. What was he talking about?
Sure, he had tried to kill her back on Level Five…but he hadn’t succeeded. He was acting so weird, it just didn’t make sense. The last she could remember, he had refused to kill her, saying he wanted to be a good person now. But apparently, something had changed that. Not that she minded it, it really didn’t suit him to be a boyscout, but the sudden change really didn’t make any sense to her at all. And the more she tried to think about, the more her head hurt. She wondered if something had happened and someone had the Hatian wipe her memory, but the person who had been in charge of those orders in the past had been her father. And he was dead now. So who would bother to have them removed now?
It just…didn’t make sense, and it only confused her. So she tried not to think about it too much, much like she tried not to think about all that much, grinning as the waffles popped up. She made her way back to the toaster, carefully taking them out and plopping them on a plate. She took out a carton of ice cream, scooping some up onto the waffles. She was so focused on her sugary breakfast she didn’t even hear Sylar come in until she heard him chuckle behind her.
“Do you eat anything that’s healthy?” He asked with a raised brow, grabbing an apple out of the fruit bowl, taking a bite out of it. “Because so far I’ve only seen you eat Slush-os and other junk like that.”
Elle pouted a little as she turned around to face him now. “Daddy always controlled what I ate when I was home, so I always enjoyed junk like this whenever I got the chance for this” She explained, popping a bite of waffle and ice cream into her mouth.
“Well, hurry up, we need to start out towards the healer’s home, we’ll probably only get halfway there tonight.” He explained, working on getting the coffee maker set up now. He figured he had enough time to brew some while she was eating.
“Why can’t we just take a plane, wouldn’t that be quicker?” She asked with a raised brow. “Or maybe you should go after a teleporter first” She was mostly joking with that second suggestion, but it wasn’t a bad idea.
“It would be, but it’s easier for them to track our trail if we take a plane. We’ll need to trade cars again soon as well.” He paused for a moment, as if considering her second suggestion before shaking his head. “No, it has to be the healer first.”
It was Elle’s turn not to raise a brow a little at that, taking another bite of waffle before asking, “Why are you so eager for a healer anyways? You can already heal yourself and you’re usually going out to kill people, or do you plan on healing them after you fuck with their brains now? That seems like a messy idea”
He bristled a little at that accusation before snapping, “That’s not why I want that power. I could care less if they live or die once I’m done with them” Which wasn’t always true, but he tried not to focus on it too much when he felt the occasional twinge of guilt.
“Then what do you want it for?”
Sylar hesitated at that question, unsure of what to say in response. He didn’t want to explain that his plan was to heal her brain, not just of the recent memories missing from her, but everything her father took from her as well. It was the last gift he could give her, but he wasn’t sure if she would agree to it, if she even wanted it, so instead, he lied. “If you’re going to be going with me, I can’t be worrying about you getting hurt or slowing me down, now can I?” He asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee now that the pot was done.
Elle finished up her waffle, licking off the last bits of ice cream from the fork before responding. “I suppose that makes sense. Sure as hell beats the idea of wearing another sling.”
Sylar nodded a little in response, his eyes focusing on the dribble of ice cream on her chin. He couldn’t help but take a step closer to her, hearing the way her heart began to beat faster as he did so. He brought a hand up, carefully brushing it away with one of his fingers. “You had a little something on you,” He murmured, letting his finger hand linger there against her skin for a moment before dropping it to his side once more.
Elle couldn’t help but feel a little nervous suddenly and merely nodded, taking a step back from him. “Thank you,” She muttered quickly. “We should head out as soon as you’re done with your coffee. We have a long road ahead, right?”
He nodded a little. “We do.” He took another drink from the mug before grinning a little. “Did you want to drive this time?” If nothing else, the question would distract her from the suddenly awkward moment.
Elle’s eyes lit up as she clapped her hands in excitement. “I’d love to!”