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[ONE. HOLO/ARRIVAL.] OH, A STORM IS THREATENING MY VERY LIFE TODAY.

lle doesn't know where she is, or what the hell is going on, but one thing she does know: something's really, really wrong.

"Is this some kind of sick joke?" she calls out. It has to be. Maybe this is Angela Petrelli's way of punishing her, knocking her out and throwing her into a room she's never seen before. This isn't Primatech property, that's for sure. She knows every nook and cranny, every prisoner cell and office. This place doesn't belong to the Company. She'd know, if it did.

She grits her teeth and resists the urge to fall to her knees as another surge of electricity courses through her, though she does double over with the pain. This doesn't happen to her. It shouldn't happen to her. And the only reason it has - Sylar. He's got to be the reason she's here. He's the reason her power has completely gone to hell and, for whatever reason, she can't stop this. She looks up, staggering through the pain, and then notices the bracelet on her right wrist. Definitely not Company property.

"What the hell is going on?" she calls out. If there's someone around - a guard, or maybe some scientists watching her through a kind of one-sided glass - they've got to be able to hear her.

"Hello?!"

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"Elle?"

No. No, this was wrong. This was so very wrong. But he was still seeing it, watching as the figure shimmering on his tablet courses with electricity and doubles over in pain. That's... But he'd stopped that. She'd stopped that. It had taken hours, pain on both their parts, rage and confusion and finally acceptance and relief and forgiveness, but it had been fixed, and now... Things were all temporally screwy. At least he could take solace in the fact that she didn't know what he'd done since then, what he'd done to her, even if they would have to resolve all of those old issues once more.

Maybe. He wasn't sure he deserved having them resolved again. Not if things were just going to end like they had each time before.

Through the aftershocks, the arcs of blue light sparking and fizzing out around her, she can hear a voice. A voice that sounds all too familiar, one that was connected to a man who held her down and told her that, in no uncertain terms, he'd murdered her father.

"No," she whispers, as another burst of electricity courses through her, and her arms coil tightly around her abdomen as she rides another wave of pain.

"Not you."

Disgust, anger, all those things that in no uncertain terms he would have expected from her at any occasion, Sylar was trying his best not to notice because of just how much the idea that she still held as much loathing towards him as she had the first time that he had encountered her in this state hurt. And he had enough pain to deal with towards her that he could cope with at the moment.

"There should be something that looks like a phone on a pedestal next to where you're standing. It's probably projecting a tiny holographic image. When you pick it up, the door will open, and you can leave that area," Sylar said, trying his best to keep his tone even. "And you've got to calm down, Elle. Getting angry will only make it worse."

Not that he expected her to listen to him.

Out of all the people she's expecting to try and talk her down at the moment, he's the last person she ever thought would. And somehow, they're in this position, and oh, if she could just get her hands on him right now, he won't be able to walk upright.

Instead, she bites the inside of her cheek and doesn't say what she wants to, looking around for that phone-like object he's talking about. She doesn't make any sudden movements to grab it, bending over slowly in case that triggers another surge of electricity, and just like clockwork, the door opens and she walks out with it still in hand. It's projecting a tiny Sylar at her, and that bothers her more than she'd like to admit.

"What would you know about it?" she finally mutters.

"I know enough to know that two hours of pumping me full of the excess electricity won't do anything to stop it, no matter how much you might want to kill me right now," Sylar said, frowning as he bit the inside of his cheek in thought. He was dreading on dangerous ground, and he knew it. She still wanted to kill him. He was sure of it. He'd murdered her father, after all. Tried to kill her (had killed her, even if she didn't know that part). He deserved every bit of rage that she wanted throw at him, and it was why he had so readily accepted it when Arthur had locked him in that cell with her. He had deserved it.

And he still did.

But the rage would do her no good. The rage, and the guilt, and the anguish, all of it was only going to cause her pain both physically and emotionally until she was willing to let it go.

"Only you can stop it, Elle. And I think you already know how."

Elle - well, pissed off doesn't even begin to describe what she's feeling right now. She's in pain, she's lost, and apparently someone thinks it's funny to stick some kind of bracelet on her wrist and stick her in a building like a rat in a cage, and not only that, but the man who murdered her father and attempted to do the same to her is trying to impart some kind of Zen knowledge on her?

"What are you, some kind of self-help guru now?" she snaps back, gripping the tablet in her hand hard enough to turn her knuckles white.

"I didn't think you of all people would take the non-violent route."

"And I would think you of all people would understand exactly how non-violent I'm capable of being given the right reasons," Sylar said, his expression going impassive as he stared at her. There really wasn't much else to say other than that, much else that he could explain. Granted, he could think of a few things that he wanted to say, but none of them would make sense to her, none of them would mean anything to the woman that he was talking to.

He wasn't sure which feeling that idea provoked more: relief or grief.

"We've already done this once, Elle," Sylar said quietly as he stared at her for a long moment. "I forgive you. Now all you've got to do is forgive yourself."

Edited 2009-09-14 01:17 (UTC)