Shades of Gray (Part Six)

Sylar looks back at Elle and smiles. He takes his hands away and wraps his arm around her shoulder, and they get on the plane. As they take off, Elle starts to get nervous. Her hands begin sparking and Sylar takes her hand, causing some of his skin to burn off.

"Calm down," he says quietly, squeezing her delicate hand.

She closes her eyes and grips her arm rest tightly, sending a series of sparks to travel through the metal. The plane's lights flicker and it drops a few feet. Some of the flight attendants grab for the nearest seats, and Sylar uncrosses his legs so they're both on the floor.

"Elle, you need to stop," he begs, "We're going to crash."

She squints even tighter and a tear rolls down her cheek.

The plane dips a little bit again, and a few people gasp. Now Sylar is facing Elle, holding her cheeks.

"Elle! Elle, I..."

She opens her eyes and her jaw drops.

"I can't do this," she whispers.

Sylar looks at her and his eyes soften.

"We can't die now," he says quietly.

"Why not?"

Sylar kisses her, and the lights come back on.

"Because... I love you."

Elle let's go of the arm rest and wraps her arms tightly around Sylar. He hugs back, smiling widely.