Title: It's Not Hard To Fall

Rating: R

Pairing: Elle/Sylar

Summary: My muse for my main stories seem to be MIA for the moment, so I thought I would do the ten song thing again and try to jump start it. Plus, I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep.

Breathe by Melissa Ethridge

Longing for home again

But home is a feeling I buried in you

It's alright, it's alright

It only hurts when I breathe.

Sylar gets used to traveling from motel to motel. Lyle talks about how maybe once they find his dad, and all that's over with, they could get a house or something. And he feels bad when he tells the kid no, but Sylar doesn't want a home. He doesn't want a place to come back to. Because having that was something he always associated with having someone to come home to.

And he didn't anymore. He could have built a home with Elle. They could have been happy. A family. But now he was just a drifter. And it hurt in his chest to hear Lyle continue on about homes like they were no big deal so he turns up the radio, a small spark of electricity snapping from his fingers as he did so.

Sowing Season by Brand New

Is it in you now,
To watch the things you gave your life to broken?
And stoop and build them up with warn out tools.

One of the abilities he gains along the way is one he's wanted since he first met Candice. Sadly, there's a side effect that he hasn't mastered yet. He's not sure if he wants to learn how to control it, really. Because this way. He pictures Elle, he can almost trick himself into feeling her again.

He uses it the most before he goes to sleep, allowing himself the illusion of her lying next to, curled up and smiling. Looking more peaceful than she ever did when she was alive. He could brush through hair that he logically knew wasn't there and pretend it smelled like strawberries and vanilla.

The problem is that the illusion only lasted when he was conscious, so when he awoke, he'd always be alone again. It hurt so much every time, he swore he'd learn better control over the power and make it stop.

But he couldn't. Even if it was just an illusion, at least he could see Elle this way.

Beyond Beautiful by Aerosmith

Yeah she's beyond beautiful
Yeah she never been nobody's fool that you'd be stuck with
Yeah it's all about me & you
Believe or not yeah what we got
It's beyond beautiful

Elle was easily the most beautiful woman he had ever met. And she was smart, clever to. She knew that when she pulled that damsel in distress act with the guy working at that car dealership, he'd never be able to resist killing the man. But it was okay, bridge under the water now.

They had deviated from the plan after that, deciding that following orders was stupid and a waste time. So now they stole powers, robbed banks and a million other petty crimes, whatever struck the other's fancy, really.

And there was nothing more beautiful to him then to have someone he could share all these things with. Unlike everyone else who had tried to change him, she loved him and all his screwed up tendencies. Because she was damaged too. And they were damaged together, but at least they were enjoying it every step of the way.

Cannonball by Damien Rice

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball

Life had not been a good teacher to Elle. She didn't know how to love, how to live, how to function outside of the company. When Angela threw her out of the Company, she didn't know what she was going to do.

But then she ended up at Pinehearst, caged like an animal, and of all people he came to rescue her. He forgave her for something she hadn't even begun to forgive herself for. He took her pain away, laughed and held her, the way she had always wished he would.

It was no surprise to her that she fell so hard, so quickly. Perhaps it was foolish but she didn't know how to protect herself from love. And that's why she ended up on the beach in Costa Verde, unmoving. Because she knows even if she had tried not to, she would have fallen for him anyways.

There's A Fine, Fine Line from Avenue

There's a fine, fine line between a fairy tale and a lie;
And there's a fine, fine line between "You're wonderful" and "Goodbye."
I guess if someone doesn't love you back it isn't such a crime,
But there's a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of your time.

It felt hollow after Elle left that night, leaving him to clean up Trevor's corpse. He had thought maybe she would come back…or something, anything. He wasn't sure. He thought about calling her, pleading to her, forgiving her despite everything she had put him through, but what was the point?

Even though he had strong feelings for her, the strongest feelings he had ever had for anyone like that, she obviously didn't feel the same way. If she had returned his feelings, she never would have betrayed him like that. So instead of holding onto that love Gabriel pushed it down, tried his hardest not to feel it anymore. It was easier that way.

Song for Catherine by K's Choice

In a voice, in a sound
When you're happy, when you're down
It will pass, things will change
But you don't want to hear that

Elle sighed softly, her head resting on Gabriel's chest. Ever since he revived her (unknowingly healing her memories as well) things have been nice. It took her a few months to forgive him, but wherever she want, he always found her. And finally, she gave in, because he was familiar, and despite herself, she still loved him with all her heart. So they started again, gave up killing and moved into a small house, devoting almost all their time to one another.

But as peaceful as things had been, she knew things were going to change soon, whether either one of them liked it. She was pregnant.

Enough For Now by The Fray

That's enough for now, he should've never left you broken
He should've held you, things your father never could do
That's enough for now, he would've never left you broken
He would've held you, things your father never told you

After Noah dies, nothing is ever the same between them. It's strained, and painful, and someday are definitely worse than others, but Elle had faith. She really believed that they could work it out. But than she came home one day, to find himself dead, with a bullet lodged in the back of his head. He must of given into the guilt about Noah's death.

All Elle wanted was someone to wrap her in their arms and tell her she was okay. She was suddenly finding herself longing for her father, but she knew even the thought of him comforting her ludicorous. The only one who ever did was Gabriel, and now he was gone. She was alone.

She bent down next to his corpse and picked up the gun, twirling it around for a moment before pressing it to head and taking a shot. They'd be together again soon enough.

Hot And Cold by Katy Perry
We fight, we break up
We kiss, we make up
(you) You don't really want to stay, no
(but you) But you don't really want to go-o

To say that Elle and Sylar fought a lot was really an understatement of sorts. They fought almost daily, usually over small things. They almost always made up in the end, but sometimes were worse than others. One would just take the car and leave for days on days, not even bothering to call the other and tell them where they went.

But in the long run, they always came back to one another. They were too intertwined to escape each other now. So they were stuck in constant limbo between when they got along and when they did not.

But at least it always led to good make up sex.

Blood Roses by Tori Amos

You gave him your blood
and your warm little diamond
he likes killing you after you've died

Elle watches him from…well she wasn't sure where she was watching him from. She doubted it was heaven, but it wasn't hell either. Some kind of Limbo, she supposed. But from where she was she watched him stay the whole night with the body, pacing, as if trying to decide something. Maybe he was going to revive her. Well, if he thought he could bring her back and everything would be okay, he had another thing coming.

But then the next morning, he's found kerosene and he's dousing her body with it. Elle cringes as she watches him set him her body in flames. And as the body burned, she found her soul begin to fade from where it had been lingering on the beach of Costa Verde.

Ampersand by Amanda Palmer

And I may be romantic
And I may risk my life for it
But I ain't gonna die for you
You know I ain't no Juliet
And I'm not gonna watch you wanna burn yourself out baby
No I'm not gonna stop you
Cause I'm not the one that's crazy, yeah

"You're hurting me" She whispered, her last attempt to try him snap out of his trance.

He smirks down at her, whispering, "I know," as he brought his fingers up and began to cut through.

Elle did the only thing she could think of doing she cried out, blasting out as much electricity as she could, like she had back at Level Five. It was enough to send him flying down the beach, the waves washing over him as he attempted to get up.

Elle turned and ran as quickly as she could, but he was faster and caught up with her, grabbing her roughly by the arms. "What the hell was that?" He growled.

"Shouldn't I be the one upset, you tried to kill me." Elle snapped back, shocking his as hard as she could, hoping it would force him to let her go. It didn't seem to be working. "I love you, I love you more than anything Gabriel, but I'm not going to be one of those stupid girls who dies for love. I've lived without it before and I can do it again."

She took a deep breath, staring him up in the eyes. "So damanaged goods or not, I'm not going to die. But I don't have to stay with you either. Just let me go and you'll never have to deal with me again. I won't follow you. Can you let me go? Or are you so crazed at this point that killing is the only solution you can see? There's always another solution. Now, can you let me go?"

He shook his head. "No. I don't…No one else can have you."

"Then you better shape the hell up and stop listening to liars like Bennet and don't you ever fucking try to kill me again, okay?"

He laughed softly, drawing her into his arms. "Fair enough"

And as Elle rested her head on his shoulder, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe she was the crazy one after all.