Shades of Gray (Part Seven)

For the entire flight, Elle keeps her hand in Sylar's. The smile never leaves his face, even when she falls asleep on his shoulder. The plane lands, and Sylar gently wakes her up.

"We're home." He smiles. "It's over."

Elle sits up straight and smiles at Sylar. "It's so nice to see you smile again," she says quietly.

Sylar stands up and grabs Elle's bags out of the bin, and throws his on his shoulder.

"You don't have to do that... I can take care of my own things," Elle says.

Sylar ignores her and takes her hand, and they walk off the plane. They get a taxi and head back to his apartment, which he hasn't been in for months. He drops their things on the counter and grabs some blankets from the closet.

"What, you're not gonna talk?" Elle asks, in an annoyed tone.

He puts his blankets on the couch and walks back over to her. She smiles as he pushes a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear.

"I take it I'm sleeping on the couch?"

Sylar unfolds the blankets and sits down. "You can have the bed."

She laughs. "No, no. It's your place. Let me take the couch," she insists.

He lays down and laughs. "Or we could share the bed..." he says, sarcastically.

Elle smiles. "Okay."

Sylar sits up, shocked. "I was kidding!"

"I know. But I wasn't."

He sits up and looks at her curiously. "You really think this could work...?"

"Actually, I do," she says confidently, "We've both killed people, we both work for the same company, and we're always together. We can make it work."

He laughs at the thought, and stands up. "Well, if you really insist, you can take the couch."

He walks into the room and shuts the door. Elle lays down and wraps herself in blankets, and sighs sadly, wishing she could be with him.