Author's Note: It occurred to me that if Elle were to come back alive, this was the perfect moment. But yeah, it's a lazy title, lazy summary, and I'm sorry because you deserve better.
UPDATE: This story is now complete, so I'm taking out the author's notes about how it will probably never be completed.
Disclaimer (for the entire story): I do not own Heroes. No money is being made off of this story. Please don't sue me.
Death Becomes Her
Summary: Elle walked into the restaurant, looking incredible, not at all like she had been dead for seven weeks.
Spoilers Through: 03x18—Exposed
Sylar was ready to leave that abandoned restaurant and continue his search for his father. Now that he remembered what his father had done, he was more determined to find the man than ever.
From behind him, Luke spoke up. "How am I supposed to get back to New Jersey without getting caught again?"
Sylar turned around to tell him that he did not care, but then he heard a woman's voice. "I think I can help you with that."
Elle walked into the restaurant, looking incredible, not at all like she had been dead for seven weeks. At first, Sylar thought he might be hallucinating because it occurred to him then that his father had murdered his mother in exactly the same way he had killed Elle. Considering what she had said, however, he realized that she was probably really there. He watched her without saying a word.
She stopped several feet short of reaching him. "I'm guessing you're surprised to see me here."
"Yeah, a little."
She looked behind him. "I feel kind of bad for the kid, you taking your anger out on him just because he's here. I know what that's like."
"That's not what..." Sylar trailed off. He was trying to play it cool, as though dead ex-girlfriends showed up all the time, but he was a little disoriented.
She took another step. "I have a proposition for you, Gabriel."
Luke got to his feet. "Who are you? How did you find us?"
She turned to him with a smile. "I'm Elle Bishop. And I can get you safely to New Jersey, as long as Gabriel is willing to cooperate with me."
She gave Sylar a smug, questioning look, but he was not going to agree to anything until he knew what her proposition was. So he just stared back at her, because he was not going to let her have the upper hand.
"He's not going anywhere with you," Luke said.
Elle laughed. "Oh, that's cute. You do realize that he had a life before you? I know, you're probably the kind of kid who didn't have any friends in high school, and now you've latched onto the brooding loner, but you should have realized that he was always going to end up going with the cool kids. Because life is exactly like high school."
Luke gave her a menacing look. "And you were probably a cheerleader in high school, right?"
Elle took a deep breath. "No," she said with false lightness. "I spent those years in a facility because they said I was a danger to society. All because I tortured a few small animals... and one small child. But I was eight, and she was really annoying. You probably think you're all badass because you hooked up with Sylar. You should know that I found him when he was a broken man and molded him into the badass killer you see before you."
Sylar was not sure, but he thought they might be fighting over him, which made him a little uncomfortable. "Yes, and that's why I killed you."
She shook her head. "I don't accept that. You forgave me at Pinehearst." She turned to Luke. "And he didn't just forgive me. He got down on his knees and told me to forgive myself. And then he performed some kind of magic and created lightening in his hand."
"He has an ability. It's no big deal."
"Actually," Elle said in a snotty tone, "it was a very big deal because all of a sudden, he had my ability." She put her hand out to the side and let a long stream of electricity hit the wall to her left. "Without killing me. That doesn't happen very often with Sylar."
Sylar knew that he was letting things get out of hand because he did not know what to do with Elle. "Yeah, it was a nice moment. But I'm taking it back; I don't forgive you. I don't want to be around you. That's why I killed you. I don't know how you got here, and I don't know what you want from me. But I'm not interested."
She clapped her hands together. "Oh, we should talk about that. I found you through the government's system. So they're already on their way."
"So you are with the government," Luke said.
Sylar knew that she would not be working with the government, so it had not occurred to him that Luke would think that. The way he had acted before was starting to make a little more sense.
Elle shook her head. "No, quite the opposite actually. I'm part of an underground resistance. But we should probably get out of here."
Sylar did not know what was with this "we" business. "I'm going to get out of here. And Elle, it would be great if you could take Luke back to New Jersey. But if you follow me again, I'll kill you again." He headed for the exit.
She called after him. "Like your father killed your mother?"
Sylar slowed down, but he did not stop. He was not going to dignify that with a response, but he knew she was right. He was not going to kill her again.
"Come on," she said. He looked back and saw Elle grab Luke's arm. "We're going with him."
"Elle," he warned. He raised his hand, but he did not do anything with it.
She pushed his arm down as she walked by him. "If you want to kill me, kill me. But there were conditions to my being brought back to life. Do you think I wanted to see the man who broke my heart and killed me? No, I'm just following orders again."
Sylar followed her outside. There were two vehicles, the truck he came in and a car that was presumably Elle's. "Are you saying that my only options are to take you with me or kill you?"
"Pretty much. It doesn't matter to me which one you pick either. Being dead isn't so bad."
He held her in place. "Or I could just leave you behind." He opened the car door and was really going to leave them, but then he heard sound of cars approaching.
Elle shrugged. "I told you they were coming. I know you broke your little sidekick out a couple days ago. Wouldn't it be easier to just let us come with you in the first place?"
He did not have much time to think about it, so he said, "Get in the car."