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Entry tags:	character: elle bishop, character: gabriel "sylar" gray, fandom: heroes, pairing: elle/sylar, title: we can take the world apart

We Can Take the World Apart
Title: We Can Take the World Apart
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Elle/Sylar
Word Count: 523
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, NBC does.
Summary: Let's rewrite that scene on the beach, shall we?
Author's Note: Written for ladybug218!


"I am going to rip apart his brain one day," Gabriel said, glaring at the empty space where Hiro Nakamura had stood just seconds ago, before depositing Elle and vanishing.

Elle, still troubled by her wounded leg, sat down heavily on the sand and looked around in confusion. "What just happened?"

"Hiro," Gabriel said. "He has the power --"

"To travel through space and time," Elle finished for him. "So where are we? For that matter, when are we?"

"He wouldn't have taken us through time," Gabriel mused, sitting down beside Elle. "He wouldn't want to risk us changing the past or surprising them in the future. As for where, not far. He was moving too fast. It would take him longer to bring us farther."

"You're already getting a handle on how his power works," Elle said, smiling at him. At least the beach was pleasant. He could have dumped them off in a volcano or something. Good guys always made stupid mistakes.

Gabriel turned his head, meeting her eyes. "Was he telling the truth?" he said, abruptly changing the subject. "Who are my parents?"

"I don't know," Elle admitted. "I only know what I've seen of your file, and that only listed Virginia Gray. I really have no idea what's truth or lie anymore. Bennet tried to convince me my father tortured me." She shuddered a little, trying to keep those memories tucked safely away. "He's just screwing with you. Screwing with both of us."

Gabriel reached out a hand to brush her bangs from her forehead. "We are so much alike," he said.

"Lied to and used?" Elle said bitterly. A hermit crab had the misfortune of skittering nearby, and she flicked her fingers to send a bolt of lightning at it.

"We're both damaged goods," Gabriel said. "Never good enough to please our parents, no matter how hard we try."

"I don't wanna try anymore," Elle said. "I'm tired of following orders and doing what other people tell me to do. I want to do what I want."

"I don't see anyone stopping you," Gabriel said, leaning in to kiss Elle.

"So, normal life, house in the suburbs, you working nine to five while I stay home to take care of the kids?" Elle said. "Or . . . door number two?"

"I'm a killer," Gabriel said, his voice soft but serious. "That will never change. Doesn't that scare you?" His hand drifted down and encircled her neck, touching but not squeezing.

"A little," Elle said with a shrug. "But you already have my power. And I'm not such a good girl myself. You need me. There are hungers that finding another power won't fulfill." She trailed her hand along his arm, zapping him with tiny jolts of electricity. "Like you said, we're alike. I know how you think. I know what you need."

He roughly yanked her against him. "You may be right," he said before claiming her mouth with a demanding kiss.

"Then let's get started," Elle purred when she could breathe again. "The world is ours for the taking. And we're gonna take it apart."