Title: When Your Mind's Made Up

Pairing: Sylar/Elle

Rating: R

HOW IT WORKS;;
01. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
02. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
03. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
04. Do ten of these, then post them.

Seventy Times Seven by Brand New//So think of me when you forget your seatbelt and again when your head goes through the windshield.

Elle was pissed when Peter revived her on the beach, to say the very least. She started cursing loudly, demanding he take her to find Sylar, the man she had loved, the man who had betrayed her for the last time. No one got away with killing Elle Bishop. No one.

When Peter refused, she left the Petrelli and went on her own, following the little trail Sylar had set up on his search for his real parents. He was being sloppier than usual this time. Did he care about being caught? Probably not now that he had Claire's precious ability. But she had a gun, and that's all she needed. One clear shot to the back of his head. And everything would be over.

So she makes her catches up at him in a hotel one night, blasting the door with her electricity, a wide grin spreading across her lips at his shocked expression.

"Did you miss me, sweetheart?" She asked, cocking the gun. One shot. That's all she needed.

Jesus Don't Want Me For A Sunbeam by Nirvana//Jesus don't want me for a sunbeam, because sunbeams are not made like this.

Life after Elle dies seems dull, almost mundane. Sure, he's trying to find his parents, and that Luke kid was interesting enough to keep his attention, but it wasn't enough. Maybe that's why he was becoming more and more cruel with the torture he put his victims through, just to try to make things interesting again.

He misses her a lot, more than he expects to. He didn't even miss his mother this much when she died. But Elle's death, it plagues him. But maybe he deserves that. He's not a good person. He really is a monster, and he proved that by killing her more than anything else. Monsters don't get to be happy. They weren't supposed to be anyways.

He wishes he could turn back time, and maybe things could have been different, maybe he could have been happy, maybe he could have been happy with her, but it was too late now.

When Your Mind's Made Up by The Frames//When your mind's made up there's no point trying to fight it.

"Elle, are you sure about this?" Gabriel pleaded quietly, as to not wake up their young son who was sleeping in the other room. They didn't need to make things more complicated than they already were.

"People are going to come after him Gabriel, once they realize how powerful he is, and I refuse to let him be a tool of the company or anyone else. That's why I have to go out there. I have to fight. I have to protect him. I've never wanted to protect anything before in my life, but I want to protect him Gabriel, more than anything else." Her voice was surprisingly calm, despite the small sparks at her fingertips that gave away the urgency she felt about the situation.

"But you're going to come back when this is all over and done with, right?" He asked, feeling weak and pathetic. He should be the one going out and fighting. But she understood her reasoning, why he had to be the one to stay home and protect Noah more closely. He couldn't die. But she could.

"I'll try. That's the best I can promise"

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against her lips. "I guess that's all I can ask for then.

Take Me or Leave Me from Rent//Ever since puberty, everybody stares at me, boys, girls, I can't help it, baby.

"Elle, what the hell was that about," He hissed, pulling her out of the store they had been shopping at. He had just spent the last twenty minutes watching her flirt with the sales clerk as she tried to find the best outfits to buy. Casually touching the guys hand, sending him fluttering looks, encouraging smiles, it was enough to drive a man mad.

"I don't see what the big fuss is about," Elle muttered, rubbing her wrist as he let go of it. "It was just a little flirting, it's not like it meant anything. The one I always come home to is you, isn't that enough?"

"Isn't that enough for you? You're always dressing scantily, enjoying as every man in the room stares at you, do you really need that when you have me?" He bit back.

"I've always been this way, and if you don't like that, then that's tough shit for you, because I don't see me changing anytime soon."

Words Get In The Way by Jewel// I'll try to find the words to say that I always want you to stay, to wake up with you every single day, but the words get in the way.

Neither one of them are very good at expressing how they feel verbally. They try, and usually fumble through their words and one gets angry and leaves for a while. But eventually, the other finds them again, and the cycle begins over again.

They kiss and undress, desperate touches that they hope convey what they've never been able to express in the words. They let their bodies do the talking for them as they move against one another, gasping and moaning.

It usually works, because they'll curl up together in bed and they'll seem content, at least for a little while. Until they have another fight and the cycle begins all over again.

So What by Ani Difranco//So here's two beers to remember why, and three more to forget. That I loved you so. I loved you, so what?

The dank bar Elle enters seems to fit her mood. Dark and depressed, the way she's felt since that last mission. She couldn't get that night out of her head that look of utter betrayal on Gabriel's face. She had cared about him, as much as she could anyways, but she had cared about herself more in the long run.

Elle orders a double shot of vodka to start out with, and the bartender seems surprised that such a little thing is ordering something so strong, but as soon as he gives it to her, she knocks it down and orders another. After about two of those, every thing feels fuzzy, and she can almost imagine Gabriel being there with her, telling her how beautiful she was. Like an angel. But she wasn't any angel, and his sweet words are the last thing she wants to remember, because she doesn't want to remember that night, or any of it, because it all comes back to how things ended.

So she orders three more, and by the time the bartender calls a taxi to take her home, she can't remember much of anything, and she can't help but think it's better that way.

Leather by Tori Amos// Oh god, why am I here if love isn't forever, and it's not the weather. Hand me my leather.

Elle climbs out of bed in the middle of the night, pulling her clothes back on, hoping that Gabriel, he went by Sylar now, didn't he, wouldn't wake up before she left. She was supposed to be bringing him back to the company, but every time she caught him, it ended like this, a shameful tryst.

It wasn't quite love they had for one another, but she wasn't quite sure what it was either. But it couldn't last ever longer than a night. Which is why she always got up after he fell asleep, and got dressed, slipping off into the night.

The next morning she would lie to Daddy and tell him she let Sylar get away again, because it sure beats telling him the truth about the situation.

Something I Can Never Have by Nine Inch Nails// My favorite dreams of you still wash ashore, scraping through my head until I don't want to sleep anymore.

As Gabriel disposes of Trevor's body, he tries to ignore the aching, burning sensation he still feels in his heart. Elle had betrayed him. Her smiles and words about how special he was just on his own, they had all been pretty lies.

He had imagined confessing his love for her tonight, as they shared the ziti. Maybe going to that spoken word thing she told him about. And then they could have gone back to his apartment, and he would have spread her out on his bed, giving away his own virginity, and probably taking hers. They would have become one. It could have been perfect.

But everything was ruined now. She had ruined everything. She had led him to believe that he could have something like that, that he could be loved, but it was all lies, lies lies. What he wanted, he knew now he would never have. And maybe it was that knowledge that hurt more than anything else.

I Don't Want To Fall In Love by She Wants Revenge//I know that I'll have regrets but that's the price of one more lesson learned.

As soon as Elle tells him that she's coming with him to get Claire, Sylar knows he's doomed. It was hard enough trying to keep a distance from her since the night in the electricity cell, but now it would be near impossible.

He had fallen in love with her once before, and it had nearly destroyed him. Gabriel wasn't sure he wanted to take that sort of risk again. But the more time they spent together, the harder it was for him to resist her snarky smiles and quirky remarks.

When they lost their powers, it was the last straw. He didn't have anything holding him back. Maybe if they were normal, it wouldn't be so dangerous. So he gives into it, pulling her and finally taking what he's wanted from her for a while now, a kiss.

He tried so hard not to fall in love with her all over again but it seemed like he was damned, he just couldn't help it.

It's Not Your Fault by New Found Glory//It's not your fault so please stop your crying now.

"It's my fault," She sobs as she comes home to their home destroyed, and their son dead. "If I had been here, I could have helped you, I could have stopped them. I could have, I should have known"

Gabriel wrapped his arms around his wife, running his fingers soothingly through her hair. His heart felt as heavy as hers did, full of what ifs and I should haves. "It's not your fault. You had no idea Claire would come today with her goon squad. Or that she would use our son for leverage. You couldn't have known."

"But if I had just stayed home from that mission this time, I could hav-"

Gabriel brought a finger to her lip, cutting her off now. "Stop that. The only person you're going to change thinking that way is yourself. It's not your fault anymore than it is mine."

"But he was our son," She whimpered, clutching to his body like her life depended on it. And maybe at the moment, it did.

"I know," He pressed a soft kiss against her forehead. "And that's why we'll go after whose fault it is"