Chapter Six

Putting the Plan into Action with Rigatoni

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Sayuri the Dramatic Doctor: yeah, Sylar would kill someone if he had to, but not just for fun. You'll see more on that topic later.

A/N: If you read the summary of this story you know it's Sylar/ Elle, but I must ask you to bear with me on that. You will all think it happens way to fast, but there is a reason which I will clarify later. R&R!!

Back at Olivia's apartment, John jumped at the sight of Sam. Olivia smiled

"Are you afraid of cats?" she asked.

"No!" John said quickly.

"Uh huh." Olivia took a blanket and pillow out of a closet and set them on the couch. "How do you like sleeping on the couch?"

"Uh, it's fine," John looked around nervously.

"It's ok, Sam sleeps in my room," John relaxed slightly, "do you have allergies?"

"No, I just… uh, cats frighten me."

"Oh!" Olivia picked up Sam and sat down, "I won't let him get you."

"Nice," John sat in a chair across from her, "what's he like?"

"He's delightful. I'm sure by the end of your stay, you'll be thick as thieves."

"What exactly does that mean?"

"I don't actually know. Do you Sam?"

H

Sylar felt slightly awkward around Maya, but he didn't have anything to worry about since she stayed in her room most of the time. Elle explained everything to her whilst Sylar prepared dinner. Elle's apartment was actually in the same building as Mohinder's a few floors down. Sylar reflected on the strange events of the day. Earlier, Elle had wanted to kill him, but now she was welcoming him. He suspected it might have had something to do with him copying Peter's DNA, but he hoped not. Elle came out of Maya's room and began setting the table.

"Is she ok?" Sylar asked.

"Yeah she's fine," Elle said, absently.

"Maybe I should go talk to her."

"I wouldn't advise that. What are you making?" Sylar took note of the fact that Elle changed the subject.

"Um… something." Elle came into the kitchen and looked over his shoulder.

"Well I see tomato sauce and large cylindrical noodles. Will there be cheese?"

"Yes lots of cheese." Sylar smiled. I really cannot say whether the next event was intentional or accidental, but somehow Elle ended up with red sauce on her face.

"Oh!" Sylar exclaimed, "Sorry." He took a towel and began wiping her face. He was surprised at how much the sauce looked like blood on her cheek, and how much he hated seeing it there. Elle found herself in a very desirable position from the old Elle's point of view. Perhaps there was still some of her left in the new Elle. In any case she gave Sylar the most amazing kiss he had ever had. He could feel her electricity trying to escape, and thought it best to end the kiss before she let loose.

"What was that for?" he asked, as he turned his attention back to the stove. Elle leaned against the counter.

"Do you have any idea how incredibly hot you are?" she said

"Oh," he seemed rather disappointed.

"I mean… that wasn't the only reason, but… it doesn't matter."

"Yes it does." He turned and faced her again.

"I'll finish dinner. I think maybe you should go talk to Maya."

H

Maya had seen the kiss. She thought about being angry, but she knew where that led. She remembered the man she fell in love with; her angel. But Gabriel didn't exist. Strangely, she didn't mind. While she wanted the man who murdered her brother to burn in hell for eternity, she wasn't even sure he existed any more either. She didn't know Sylar. A single tear fell from her eye; a clear, pure tear.

"Goodbye, Gabriel," she resigned. Whatever future she had, she wanted to start it over. She couldn't go home, and she wasn't even sure she wanted to anymore. After a few minutes of her thoughts, someone knocked at the door.

"Who is it?" she said. The door opened to reveal those deep brown eyes that said more than any word could. "Is it time to eat?"

"No," Sylar shifted nervously, "I need to talk to you." Maya moved over to make room for him on her bed. He took a seat and sighed.

"You're amazing."

"What do you mean?"

"You're so… calm after everything."

"Is that what you wanted to say?"

"No, I… I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"Uh… well, I don't know. I hate myself for what I've done. I guess sorry isn't enough."

"Nothing is enough. Alejandro is never coming back. Neither of us can change that. Being angry won't do me any good."

"There's more. I didn't just kill your brother. I used you and made you think… that I loved you, but now… I just want to promise you something."

"I do not want promises."

"Well, you're going to have this one. I can't take back everything I've done, but I promise you, I will not let the company find you, or anyone else hurt you."

"Then you must promise one thing more."

"Anything."

"Take care of Elle. She needs you far more than I do."

H

Peter Petrelli stood alone in one of the many bedrooms of his brother's mansion. Nathan had been through hell in the past few months and now Peter felt powerless to help his brother. Powerlessness is a sickening feeling. It made Peter almost angry. Downstairs he found Nathan drinking something. Peter didn't want to know what it was.

"Heidi says 'hi'," he said, when Peter came through the door.

"She did?" Peter was surprised. Nathan took another gulp.

"She called earlier. Mom told her I was delusional." Peter sighed heavily.

"Did you talk to Mom?"

"Yeah, she knows who tried to kill me. She said as much."

"We can't just sit here. We need to go on the offensive."

"If you haven't noticed, that's what got me shot."

"Yeah there's that."

"Yeah."

"I forgot you're a sarcastic drunk."

"I am not."

"It doesn't' matter. We can talk about this tomorrow. I'm going to sleep."

"Where's Caitlin?"

"Sleeping like normal people do at midnight."

H

Elsewhere at midnight, Mohinder stared at nothing. His headache was gone, thanks to Peter, but his world was still in darkness.

"No matter how hard you look you won't see," Matt said, coming into the room. Mohinder turned toward his voice, but stared past him.

"I thought you were asleep," he said.

"Someone has to look after you."

"I'm beginning to agree with you."

"If you had died, I so would have killed you."

"How would that work?"

"I don't know, but it's like I said before, Molly needs you; don't die on her."

"I don't plan on it."

"Good." They both turned when they heard movement behind. Molly was standing in her doorway with a blanket around her shoulders. She came around and sat between them on the couch. Mohinder began unconsciously tracing the lines on her face with the tips of his fingers.

"You already know what I look like," Molly said.

"I don't want to forget," Mohinder replied. Molly was silent, and then she relaxed against Mohinder's shoulder.

"Tell me everything is going to be ok." She didn't want the truth; she wanted to know she wasn't alone in wanting normalcy.

"I don't know," Mohinder said.

"I do," Matt said, "It's like all the good stories. It seems like the bad guys always win and the good guys have a hard time, but in the end, good always wins."

"But what is good?" Mohinder asked.

"People like you, Peter…" They fell into silence and a short time later the three of them fell asleep. For a few hours they were a normal family and they felt safe.

H

Andrew Lawrence stared at the gun in his hands.

"You know I prefer my own methods," he said.

"I need them dead, not blind," Bob said.

"Of course, but as for Dr. Suresh, how is he supposed to be a problem now?"

"He knows too much. I never thought I'd see the day when I wished more people were like Noah Bennett."

"You will regret those words."

"Why, because you believe in only black and white, Light and Dark? In that case you loose."

"Not if light is clueless, which it is. Then my job is easy."

"That's comforting."

"Yes isn't it?"

Yay! Chapter six is done! Chapter seven is very exciting, and eight through twelve are even better! Please review for me! I'm baking cookies tomorrow, and I just might give you some. Happy graduation month! La la la la la…

S.L. Lynn