Title: Scarlet's Walk (Chapter 1)
Rating: NC-17 (Eventually)
Summary: The sequel to Devil In A Miniskirt. Elle and Sylar's roadtrip to New York. AU take on Season 2.
They had been on the road for a few days now. They spent more time in the car than not, bickering over just about everything, even musical taste. Elle liked to drive to bubblegum pop, while Sylar preferred to listen to things that had a little more substance to them. Mostly classical and jazz, things like that. Or sometimes he liked to listen to, god forbid, the news, so he knew what was going on in the world. This probably caused more problems with Elle than anything else. Who wanted to hear a guy ramble on and on about things like politics? Talk about boring.
The nights were somewhat better, as they were usually too tired to argue much anymore at that point. They would share a dirty motel room, usually one with only one bed. Sylar would have preferred his own space, but Elle was paying, and she always smiled at the receptionists, making up stories about how they were eloping and couldn't keep their hands off one another. Needless to say, one bed was pretty much unavoidable, most of the time. She usually slept curled up next to him, practically purring like a kitten. Sylar wasn't sure if she did this as a way to keep him from escaping or because she just wanted to. Probably a bit of both, knowing her.
This was the third day on the road, and they were currently stopped at a little taco stand on the side of the road. For someone as tiny as Elle was, she certainly could eat quite a bit. She was already on her third taco, and was working her way through a rather large thing of Horchata. The way she had adapted to the food here in Mexico, one would think had more life experience than she actually did. She had just picked up a lot from the television she watched as a child, that's all. It wasn't like there was much else to do in the Company.
"You realize I don't have any papers or anything, right?" Sylar asked with a raised brow, breaking the almost comfortable silence that had settled between the two of them while they ate. Silences rarely seemed to last. It was as if they were constantly drawn to bugging the other as much as they possibly could at any given time or place. They acted more like a couple of teenagers that liked one another as opposed to full grown adults. "The Company didn't exactly drop me off with any identification."
Elle laughed a little. "I doubt anyone is going to mistake either one of us for being Mexican. I doubt it's going to be any sort of problem."
"I have dark enough skin for it be a question Elle," He pointed out with a shrug of his shoulders. "What are you going to do if they try to stop us? I hear those minute men can be a real pain in the ass to deal with, especially depending on which state we try to cross the border over."
"Well, I'm not stupid enough to try California or Texas. Those are the states with the most security, anyone knows that. I was thinking probably New Mexico. Small state, not as commonly used, should be much smoother." She smirked a little, finishing up the last of her taco before continuing. "Besides, I had fake identification made for both of us before I left anyways. The Company has all sorts of resources at its tips, you know."
Though he would never, ever admit it to her (because lord knows, her ego did not need to be inflated worse than it already was), but he was kind of impressed. She had a lot of this more planned out than he ever would have originally thought. Not that changed anything. Once they got to New York, he was still going to ditch her, but at least the time spent with her wouldn't be a complete waste. He would learn more about how the Company worked, which would make it that much easier to destroy them. He would make them regret ever making the mistake of taking away his powers. "You really gave this a lot of thought, didn't you?"
"Of course. You should always have a plan you can stick to." She picked up her drink, sucking from the straw before giving him a knowing look. "Do you know what happens when you change your plan midstream?"
Sylar rolled his eyes a little at that. "No, I don't. What happens?"
Elle threw her hands up in the air with a little pout. "I don't know. And you know why? Because I don't do it." If there was the one thing the Company had taught her through all her training it was that if you had a plan, you had better stick with it. Otherwise, things tended to get unnecessarily messy.
"I still don't see why you're going through all this trouble to help me get my powers back. You realize that as soon I get them back, I'm going to rip your head open and take that pretty little power you love so much, right?" He asked, standing up. He had finished his food, so they might as well get back on the road.
Elle got up as well, making her way over to him. She placed her hand on his chest, giving him a little playful spark. "That's true. You might kill me. You probably will. But there's always the chance that you won't. And I've always liked to live dangerously."
He grabbed her wrist, staring at her for a moment. "I don't think I've ever met someone quite like you."
"Thank you."
He rolled his eyes and let go of her, turning to make his way back to the car now. "That wasn't a compliment."
Elle gave him a devilish grin, her eyes twinkling with mischievous. "Maybe not, but I'm going to take it as one anyways." She made her way over to the driver's side of the car and got in, frowning as she turned the key into the ignition. "Fuck."
Sylar sighed, looking over at her. "What is it now?"
Elle bit her lip a little, giving him a little helpless shrug. "The car won't start. We're out of gas."
Sylar just leaned his head against the window with a sigh. He had told her to fill up at the last station. He wondered sometimes if it would kill her to listen to him.
Probably.