Fanfiction: Heroes: The Point Of It All (Chapter 9)
Title: The Point Of It All (Chapter 9)
Pairing/Characters: Sylar/Elle, Angela, Hatian, others.
Rating: NC-17 (For chapter 4 and 8)
Summary: Elle is brought back to life to serve a purpose for the Company, but is it a service she wants to perform? Does she even have a choice? AU after 3x12 "Our Father". Chapter 9: As Sylar and Elle make their way across the country to confront Angela, they have some fun.
A/N: …This is not what I originally planned for this chapter at all. But it sort of just wrote itself, and I liked it, so I’m keeping it. Also, for the record, while disregarding all of the stuff with Sylar turning Primatech into a Saw movie in Duel, let’s assume the stuff at Pinehearst and the stuff with Nathan and Peter happened. Except without the clip of Nathan turning in the names of people. At least for now. Any questions about continuity, please ask and I will try to answer.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter7
Chapter 8
Sex and love is not a game
A game is something you can win
And maybe something kind of fun
Cause love is just a bloodsport "son"
-“Bloodsport” Sneaker Pimps
The days they spent on the way to New York weren’t always pleasant. They bickered a lot, whether it was because Elle wanted another Slush-O or because Sylar wouldn’t stop to ask for directions (he’d figure it out on his own, his power was figuring out how things worked, after all!). Sometimes it was over something as simple as the radio station (he liked classic rock, while she preferred bubblegum pop). Sometimes another one of Elle’s memories would resurface, and she would start crying, and Sylar would have to grab the wheel from her and help her pull over until she calmed down and stopped sparking. They were far from perfect, but even with all of that, the good seemed to outweigh the bad. Renting motel rooms together, learning each other’s bodies, sharing things with one another that they had never told anyone. All of that made the bad seem irrelevant.
Despite the crying and sparking fits, Elle still ended up driving more often than not. Sylar offered to take over for her once, and she had to explain to him that she liked driving. It gave her control, which is something she never had as much as she liked in her life. Now more than ever, she wanted whatever chance she got for it. So she ended up in the driver’s seat more often than not.
The only problem with this was that Elle had a nasty habit of going way over the speed limit. It gave her a rush and she often laughed in response when Sylar chided her and told her to slow down, that they didn’t want to attract more attention to themselves. Not that she listened. She rarely did, really.
And finally, one day, as they were crossing over the state line of Ohio (they were only a few states away now) they saw sirens behind them. Sylar frowned at her. “See what you’ve done now? I told you not to attract attention to us Elle.” He hissed. The blonde merely laughed in response, turning to look over at him with a devious grin. “It’ll be fine. Trust me” And before he could even protest she pulled over the car, waiting for the police car to do the same.
The officer was a young man, maybe about twenty five, and he made his way to the car, knocking on the window. Elle rolled down the window, feigning a look of innocence to her face. “Whatever seems to be the problem officer?” She asked in a flirtatious voice, twirling her hair a little as she batted her eye lashes.
Sylar didn’t know whether to roll his eyes or be jealous, but the cop seemed to be eating it up. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. “Are you aware that you were going over eighty just now Miss?” He asked, offering her a kind smile.
Elle brought her hand to her mouth, eyes wide in what looked like surprise. “Was I? I must have drifted off into my thoughts. I’m really sorry officer. Can’t you just let me off with a warning?” She leaned out the window a bit, giving a flash of cleavage from her tight, white button up blouse.
Sylar had to give her credit; she was good at this, a little too good. Just how many men had she flirted with like this? He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy. Did she really have to milk it so much in front of him? It was like the car rental clerk all over again.
The cop shook his head. “Sorry, I’m afraid I can’t miss. You were twenty miles over the speed limit. I’m afraid I have to give you a ticket.”
Elle pouted, bowing her head a little in supposed remorse. “I’m really sorry though,” She whimpered, her lower lip quivering. “I promise not to do it again officer. Don’t you believe me?”
The cop gulped, definitely wavering a little. “Sorry, miss, even I do, the laws the law. If I make an exception for you, I’ll have to do it for everyone, and I just can’t do that. Now I’m going to have to see your license and registration”
Elle bit her lip, though the twinkle of mischief in her eyes betrayed the innocent act she was putting up. “Well, you see officer, there’s a problem with tha-“
“She doesn’t have a license, and this car is stolen. She took me hostage sir, she’s not to be trusted. She’s much more dangerous than she looks” Sylar finally interjected; tired of this little charade she was putting up. If she wanted to play games, so could he.
Elle’s head whipped over to glare at her companion. How dare he spoil her fun!
The cop’s eyes widened a little. “Is that true miss?” She looked so sweet, how could someone like her be dangerous.
“She’s a liar sir,” Sylar continued in a serious tone. “You really should just arrest her, she’ll have no way to prove ownership of this car” Which was true, they had stolen it. Together, but that detail hardly mattered in the moment.
“I’m going to have to ask you to get out of the car miss.”
Elle turned to look at the cop, pouting again. “He’s the one who forced me to drive here, even though I don’t have a license. He wants to kidnap me and make me his wife, you have to believe me sir. He’s a dangerous serial killer.”
“She’s right,” Sylar mused, finally getting tired of this whole charade, bringing up one of his hands. “I am a dangerous serial killer, but she’s no better.” He glanced over at Elle. “Do you want to do the honors, or should I?”
Elle stayed silent for a moment, as if debating whether she wanted to drop the charade just yet or not. Finally, she grinned in a manner that was anything but nice. She grabbed one of Sylar’s hands, squeezing it a little. “Let’s do it together.”
Sylar returned her grin. “Wonderful” And he turned to face the cop once more, tightening his hand to cause a telekinetic choke hold on the man. It practically sent a shiver down his spine as he watched the man struggle. How he could have denied his very nature, the thrill of killing, for so long, he wasn’t sure, but he had no plans on doing so again any time soon.
While Sylar choked the man, Elle grinned, shooting out a wave of electricity at the cop, watching him scream and fry. At least now, she didn’t have Daddy to get mad at her when she killed just because she wanted to.
Finally, they gave each other a look, and as if on some unspoken agreement, released their powers, causing the now dead cop to fall to the floor. Elle just turned to look at Sylar, a smug look on her lips. “I told you I wouldn’t try to force you into being something you’re not. I’m just like you.”
“I don’t see why you had to do that whole flirty thing with him first if you were just going to kill him,” Sylar muttered, the annoyance of the whole act settling into him once more.
Elle laughed, cupping his chin. “You’re jealous. That’s really cute.”
“I’m not jealous,” He snarled.
“You are.” She repeated. And before he could say anything else, she leaned in to kiss him hard on the lips.
It was in moments like these where he didn’t know whether he wanted to kiss her back or kill her again.
For now, he settled on kissing her back.
~*~*~*~
Noah dropped a newspaper on Angela’s desk, a skeptical look on his face. “A cop was found on the road yesterday, choked and charred. Sound like the work of two people we know? Not to mention several specials that have died since you sent her to him. One of them had healing powers. What makes you so sure that he didn’t heal her memory? That they aren’t both on their way to kill you for the lies you’ve fed them both. For using them like pawns.”
Angela lifted her eyes up to look at him, her face expressionless. “I know they’re on their way to kill me. Why do you think I have you staying here with me? Though I doubt the situation will escalate like they plan it to, it is always good to have a backup plan.
Peter plans on coming as well.”
“But he’s-“
“He got them back.” Angela said simply.
He decided not to question that, it didn't matter for now.“How can you be so sure things are going to work out exactly as you plan?” Noah spat, wondering how she could be so calm, so collected when to psychopathic killers were coming after her with an intent to kill.
She smiled. “Just a feeling”