Author's Note: SPOILERS (if you haven't seen Season 3). I read some great oneshots featuring the Sylar/Elle relationship and was inspired. I have to credit MrsTater in the story "Riding in Cars with Girls" for the idea of Elle being the broken watch. I thought it was a lovely metaphor and used it as a theme in my own oneshot. This is based on 3:4 "I Am Become Death."

Disclaimer: If I owned Heroes, I would not have killed one of the most popular characters on the show. Enough said.

Heaven is a Place in Costa Verde

Their life now is beautiful, as beautiful if he had used his power to turn it to pure gold. Only he wouldn't. He doesn't use that power now. Ever. He's given it up. He would give up anything to keep this life they have now.

Sometimes the best parts of their life are the days. He works at home, repairing watches. He is what he wanted to be all along: a watchmaker. But it's not the same, because he's also another thing he wanted to be. He's special now. Because his Elle thinks he's special. She smiles at him and her eyes are tender. All the bitterness has gone out of them. She's his beautiful broken watch that he wanted so badly to fix. Right now he's trying to keep her fixed, keep her running perfectly, like the lovely thing she is. He has to handle her carefully. She's his delicate, exquisite little angel, fragile as glass. He knows he could break her with a single rough touch. But he would never break her. And maybe she's not perfect, but he doesn't care. Because she isn't a company girl or a broken watch anymore. She's just his.

Sometimes the best parts of their life are the nights. Nights spent thinking only of each other, not the angry past or the brooding future. Nights spent just holding each other close. Nights that she doesn't have to be afraid of anymore, because he's there. Because he isn't an assignment or a monster that she created anymore. He's just hers.

Once in a while, he looks at her and the hunger gnaws at him, just a little. Once in a while, he wonders how she works. But it's only for a moment, and it passes. Because he knows better than to lose her a second time. Because he knows that pain at his own hand would be ten times greater than any other.

And there's the little boy. He belongs to both of them. His name is Noah. Elle chose it. Because it was Noah Bennet that brought she and Gabriel together. Because he meant it for evil, and it turned out good. Just like her. Just like Gabriel. They were both meant for evil and had somehow found some good. Now if they can only hold onto it.

Elle worships Noah. Sometimes they wonder if Noah will have a power. They aren't sure if they want him to or not. Secretly, Gabriel worries that he will inherit the hunger. But so far, he is perfect. They can't quite believe that two people so damaged as they could have produced something so perfect. And every Saturday morning, Gabriel makes waffles for Elle and Noah.

Sometimes Peter comes on these Saturdays. He visits them now and again. He is their only contact with the dark uncertain world outside. Always he is struck by their happiness. He looks at Elle and wonders how she can be so ridiculously happy. And he envies them, a little bit. Sometimes he wonders if their way of sweet oblivion is better than his. Then he goes back to his timeline and doesn't think at all.

And maybe it can't last. But right now, right here, this is their piece of heaven on earth. It's not perfect and it's not easy. But they're happy. And they're taking it one day at a time.

Just now, Elle comes in and puts dessert on the table. She smiles and winks at Gabriel. He smiles back and looks at the pie she has just set down. It's warm and good and wholesome, just like their life now. It's also peach.

His favorite.