SURPRISES

Elle ran as fast as she could before Sylar could follow them. When she was on the other end of the alley, she looked over her shoulder, wondering why he isn't following her. He just sat there on the dusty floor, looking hurt and dazed.

Why aren't you healing?

"Come on, faster!" Leila said frantically as she grabbed Elle by the wrist and dragged her down the street, towards their car. Elle followed her yet suddenly she felt dizzy and dead tired, not to mention the pain on her back and impulsive hunger.

"Are you alright?" Leila asked anxiously as she took the keys out of her pocket and opened the doors. Elle followed her and as soon as she sat on the comfy seat, she rested her head on the car window.

"Just…hungry," she said weakly as she closed her eyes. Leila couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Just hungry? You look sick!" Leila said as she turned the engine on and driving away.

"Alright! I a bit nauseated and my tummy aches like hell, happy now?" She said crossly. Leila turned left to find a near drug store and swore under her breath. Elle felt worse whenever she took swift turns, as though her insides where tumbling and doing a backflip, "Hey, could you call mom and tell her to prepare honey waffles for me?"

Leila snorted, looking a bit crazed.

"Waffles? Waffles at night! Slusho in the moring! What's wrong with your appetite?" She asked her anxiously as she made another turn to the right. "Then you feel dizzy, your back aches, you almost barfed on the linens! You really act like someone pregnant since last week!"

Elle choked on what she just said. It took a few seconds for Leila to realize what she just said.

"Oh no, don't you tell me you're pregnant."

Elle looked away and started to bite her nails. She admits that she acts weird these days; she didn't even have her menstruation this week. She didn't know what to do. What if she's really pregnant?

"What if I'm not?" She said defensively.

"What if you are? Do you have any reason to be one?"

Elle suddenly remembered what happened back at the empty house…with Sylar.

Oh no, WTF.

Was it possible that she's pregnant with his child? Now that she's trying to forget him, why is this happening? When she's starting to move on, you just need to expect the unexpected; which connects her to him. Elle sighed heavily as she rested her head on her hand, feeling her heart pounding violently in her chest.

Was this a mistake? I don't know. We don't regret it; we like it. That blissful union between us, it's just perfect. But everything was different now, we lost it. He changed back to his old ways. I'm basically not ready to have my own family, and to raise a child alone. But what if I'm really pregnant with his child? What will happen to me? What am I going to do, when I am trying to forget him? Life sucks, really.

Elle just sat there, her mind filled with unanswerable questions and constantly swearing under her breath. Leila stopped by a pharmacy and went outside the car. A few minutes later, she came back, holding a bottle of medicine and a box. She handed the box to Elle; it's a home pregnancy test kit.

"Just to be sure, Elle," Leila said thoughtfully as she started the engine and drove back home.

***

Sylar went back to his apartment weakly. He was confused and angry. She was back, and she wants him dead. But he can't blame her; he killed her and she deserves revenge. He had his mistake; she never lied to him. But still, nobody changes. He will never change; he's still a monster, a killer. He doesn't deserve love; he was born damaged and forever will be. Elle didn't deserve him as he didn't deserve her. That's what he kept on telling himself, but he can't seem to forget. She's like a drug he needed to take, an antidote for his hunger, a weakness to his strength.

There were nights that he dreamed of her; her smiles and face haunting him and slowly killing him. She had never left him. She was always there in his mind, preventing him from succumbing into his hunger once again; making it difficult for him to kill mercilessly.

He punched the wall with his shaky fist. He looked at his bruises and bleeding fist as they slowly heal. He felt pain. Pain was once a foreign feeling for him, for all he felt before was the urge to kill, the urge to steal someone's ability, the urge to be special; the hunger. But now, what was he feeling? Pain, loneliness, heartbreak…what else? What else was in store for him? He doesn't know; he was clueless. He doesn't know what to do; he didn't even know who he really is.

Who am I? A monster? A watchmaker? I really don't know. I'm clueless right now. I think it's better for me not to feel anything. Having these emotions makes me more vulnerable, weaker than I used to be. That's what I learned from Angela, from Arthur. That's why they manipulated me, making me believe that I am their son, because that was my weakest spot. Sometimes these things that happen to me make me harder to trust anyone, yet helped me to become more sensitive and vulnerable.

Sylar was startled by a knock on his door. He gingerly opened it and saw a familiar figure standing in front of him.

"Peter?" He asked incredulously. "What are you doing here?"

"I have a bad news for you," Peter said anxiously. Sylar let him enter his apartment. It was his second time to visit here ever since Peter discovered that he was alive and well. The first time he ever visited him was when he thanked Sylar for saving him from a possible crime. He was so talkative and kept on repeating about it that Sylar found it rather annoying. But nonetheless, they seemed to have this faint connection; as though they're like brothers. Even though he proved that he wasn't really a Petrelli, his bond with Peter didn't seem to fade; he was like his brother now and someone to trust. But if there's a time that Peter will double-cross him, it only takes a swish of his finger to finish him off, seeing as he doesn't have his regenerative ability anymore; he was starting all over again.

"What is it?' He asked seriously as he sat opposite Peter.

"Nathan exposed us to the government."