Shades of Gray (Part Nineteen)

Sylar grabs her wrist and pulls her back into the room, and closes the door. He pulls her closer and kisses her, until they end up on the bed. She stops and looks up at him. "Are you upset?" she asks.

"No." He continues kissing her, and she pushes against him again.

"Are you... happy?"

He stops and sits up. "I don't know. Worried, I guess..."

"You're worried that I'll slow you down! I knew it. You don't want me around anymore," she says angrily.

He takes her hand. "No. I'm worried about you. I don't want you to get hurt. Especially now."

Elle crawls up to the top of the bed and gets under the covers. Sylar does the same, and faces her. "I'm sorry you don't trust me..." he says quietly.

She slides her hand across his cheek and grins. "I do trust you. You're just unpredictable."

They fall asleep hand-in-hand, and when Sylar wakes up, he wraps Elle up in another blanket. She slowly turns to face him, opening only one eye. "Why are you up?" she groans.

"I'm going to get you some breakfast," he says as he slips on his shoe. "What do you want?"

"Some scrambled eggs would be nice... and coffee," she requests.

Sylar stands up and opens the door, smiling back at Elle. She blows him a kiss as he walks out into the hallway and shuts the door behind himself. "Please!" she yells.

Sylar goes down to the lobby and walks into a buffet. He grabs a couple plates and fills them with eggs, fruit, and plenty of toast. He goes to grab some coffee and stares down at his full hands. He sets the plates down on the table and makes the coffee. "How am I gonna...?" he whispers to himself. He picks up the plates and balances both on one arm, then holds both coffee mugs in one hand, gripping the handles with his fingers.

Meanwhile, Elle has gotten up, and is taking a quick shower. She starts crying (again), until she hears the door open. "Gabriel?"

He sighs deeply and sets everything down on the nightstand, and grabs a coffee. "How ya feelin'?"

She sniffs and smiles. "I'm feeling fine. Morning sickness hasn't kicked in quite yet."

Sylar shivers at the thought, and sips his steaming hot coffee. Elle finishes her shower and walks into the room, wearing only a towel and hotel slippers. She picks up a piece of toast and takes a bite. She chews on it, and her facial expression slowly changes. She drops it and runs for the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

"Elle? Are you alright?" Sylar says as he runs for the bathroom door.

She leans over the toilet and tears drop into the water. "I can't do this, Gabe..."

He turns around and sits with his back against the door. "I'm here."