"Oh, you shouldn't have!"

"But Elle, you said I had to?"

"Oh right, but hey getting me that lovely flower is better then me making you extra crispy, right?"

"R-Right."

-

I could call him a toy, all new, bright and shiny just for me, but instead I call him 'boyfriend' and that is something rare.

(after all none of the rest were boyfriend, they were never right for the job)

And he earned that title all on his own when he found me broken in a million pieces and made it his one and only job to glue all the pieces back together, no matter the shape or size.

For a short time, when I was nothing like myself (which didn't last long), I was something weak, he became my protector, and in some ways he still is.

(because that brain of his is stuck on killing the one that started this, his once-upon-a-time father figure, Sylar)

Like any good boyfriend, one that I love making happy, jealous, and happy again in the same day, his arms are towers that protect me and his lips are something I've grown to love.

(even if they taste like mountain dew and smoke, that just makes it even better)

And in his hands each day he comes home (from a big day at work, being evil is hard work) is a single red rose, one that dies with a touch of my fingers but I love all the same, and even when he becomes the big bad villain that rose will still be in his hands.

Reminding me why this boy, the one I'm watching slowly become a man, has earned the name 'boyfriend' and each day he earns it even more so.

"Oh, boyfriend, since my rose is in my hands (and already black as night), here is your kiss."

"Thank you , El. Just like I like them covered in Mr. Slush-o and sparks."