It ended, but of course knowing us it had to end in flames (but this time they were covering each inch of her and not even touching me) and stolen lightning along with the memories that flowed from her to me faster then any kind of power.
(and do I feel a damn thing? No, but as always I lie)
"Goodbye, El."
-
He was certain that things like this don't just happen, when you say goodbye (to the person that is burning before your eyes) to someone dead you expect them to say dead for forever and ever (well maybe not himself, Peter and little Claire Bennett).
But it was clear that Elle Bishop, whose lips and whole person had been his and his alone for a few short hours oh-so long ago, because it had been three weeks since it happened and here she was standing in front of him, murder in those baby blues.
"El?"
"I was pregnant you son of a bitch. (and in no way was I going to name him Noah or Claire, well as far as she knows)"
-
The girl before him was far from the same one that hadn't struggled that one and last night, and it clear that she wasn't going to be turning back to the little crazy girl she used to be so many moons ago.
Her power (the one that had been used on herself by the one she loved) ripped into him even more then the day that she began to put her trust in him, with each tear she shred for herself and her father, and it all had to end in flames like the rest of our lives.
"Are you still? (a baby, our baby, my baby)."
"Yes, when Adam fixed me up (but of course it didn't come without a price) the baby came back with me."
Pieces of him (that floated to the ground like black rain) came off this time when she finally was able to slice into him like he had done to her ('and for some reason I'm still not sure if I'm sorry or not') without single world.
At the very moment he tried to touch her, put his hands on what was left of them, Sylar and Elle the epic story with bloodshed that lasted barely longer then a thirty minute sitcom.
"Try that again, lover, and you'll have no head faster then you can say 'our baby' because you son of a bitch, he's mine, not yours, mine."
This time he was all but ready (and from all the hate that was coming my way it seemed she was all but ready herself) to die, go down in flames just like she did or welcome a bullet to the back of the head but while waiting for it to all unfold he had never thought of the chance that tonight his life might not be coming to a end.
(and I thought that if it had to be now at lest her hands would be doing and not any freaking heroes with saving the world stabled to their minds)
"I hate you so goddamn much, because of you all I can eat, sleep and think is hate, so much it's slowly suffocating me and it's all your fault, but I bet you already know that. But you know what's worse, Gabriel? I still love you, it's a sad truth but at least I'm emitting it but it's clear as fucking day you don't give a damn about me."
It hit him harder then he thought it would (who knew the psychotic killer had a heart and not a black hole where it should have been?) the fact that instead of hating him that she still loved him, the one that had shattered her beyond repair, the one that had let hate seep into her happy heart, and yet the word out of her lips was not hate but love.
"I loved you too. I just didn't know it yet, El, can you ever forgive me?"
(but before the hell no could ring out like bells, the word maybe came out of her lips)
"Maybe some day, but not know I'm not saying not ever but he, my son, will never know what you did, what you are. No, he'll believe in a father that loved him and me more then himself (and the lie will go on and on) and died for us. He'll never know you, never."
-
And she didn't lie, which she barely did to begin with but after all this unfolded she never told another lie but the one that she told the baby boy that thought she hung the sun, moon, and stars.
But he, Noah, ( named after the man she began one day to call father, dad, and daddy which surprised him and us all) as she promised to me, to his safety and to herself, never knew me and it's clear that it won't be changing any time soon.
But of course that doesn't mean I don't know him, he is my son after and I have to make sure he doesn't turn out like me.