She gives a faint smile and looks at the ground. "Please. Don't get hurt."
He laughs. "Me? I'll be fine, Elle. So will you." He kisses her and smiles. "I love you, honey. You have to get somewhere safe. I'll meet you there."
Elle makes her way quickly down the stairs, forcing herself not to look back at Sylar. She runs into the street and hurries into an alley, where she stops to catch her breath. She swallows hard as tears start to roll down her cheeks, and she pushes her hair out of her face.
Meanwhile, Sylar is on his way to where he believes Noah is, still thinking about Elle. He slows down and walks into an alley, and sits against the wall. "I can't do this," he whispers to himself. He looks out across the street and sighs, realizing that he needs Elle. He needs her.
Elle wipes the tears of her face and walks back into the street, avoiding any place she can easily be seen. She hurries to a taxi and jumps in.
"Where to?" he asks kindly.
"Anywhere but here," she responds. She looks into the mirror and recognizes who she's with. "Mohinder?"
He turns around. "Elle?"
She smiles. "You're a taxi driver?"
He frowns and points at the door. "Get out of my taxi," he demands.
"Oh, Mo! Don't be mad at me! It wasn't my fault you broke your nose..." she jokes.
He rolls his eyes and turns around. "What're you doing in the city?"
"Oh, you're going to try and make small talk? I can play this game... I'm here with my boyfriend."
He sighs. "Oh. That's nice."
"His name is Gabriel. Gabriel Sylar," she says happily.
Mohinder turns around and gasps. "Sylar? You're joking."
"Do you really think I'd joke about something like that?" She rubs her eyes and sniffs. "He loves me, I love him. That's how it's supposed to work, right?"
Mohinder turns back around and starts driving. They remain silent for a few minutes, and then he starts back up again. "Aren't you nervous... that you'll upset him or something?"
She laughs. "I'm a risky girl."
"Has he ever done anything to you? Has he hurt you?"
"He almost killed me once..." She giggles. "He couldn't do it. Now we get along just peachy."
Mohinder pauses, then fixes his mirror. "Why were you crying, then?"
She bites her lip. "Because he left me."
Mohinder laughs. "I thought you just said you were in love with each other...?"
"Not like that. He left so he could go kill Bennet. He wanted me somewhere safe," she says.
Mohinder thinks about her situation and smirks. "Elle, how would you like to stay with me? I mean, at least until he's back and Noah's dead."
She smiles. "Thank you so much!"
"Do you need anything before we go?"
"As long as you have food, I'm fine. Thank you so much, Mohinder," she repeats.
Mohinder drives her back to his apartment and they walk in.
Sylar stands in front of a building and looks up it angrily. He slowly walks inside, where several guards attempt to push him back through the doors. He uses TK to knock them to the floor, and he continues on to the front desk. He throws his hands on the counter and scowls at the twerp sitting behind it. "Where's Bennet?"
The kid gulps and straightens himself. "Bennet...?"
"I know you know where he is. So you either point me in the right direction, or I spill your insignificant brains all across the floor," he threatens.
He lifts his shaky hand and points at the elevator. "Take it to the roof."
Sylar places his hand firmly on his shoulder and shakes it gently. "Nice choice," he says before walking to the elevator.
The kid lifts up a pile of papers and reaches for a button programmed to call security. Sylar turns around and holds up his hand. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he yells.
Ignoring his request, he hits the button, setting off all the alarms in the building. Sylar repeatedly pushes the elevator button, and moans. He turns around and holds up his finger. "Wrong decision, kid." He slices open his forehead, and he slides off the chair and onto the floor. Sylar heads for the stairs just as several guards run into the lobby.
"What a mess," Elle says as she knocks some papers off the bed. "How long's it been since you stayed here?"
"Quite a while, actually," Mohinder responds.
Elle tosses her bag on the bed and sits down. "Where do you sleep?"
"In the other room. That was Molly's bed..." he says sadly.
"Molly?"
"She was... Matt Parkman and I cared for her. She was like a daughter to me," he sighs.
"And what happened to this... Molly?" Elle smirks.
"Matt took her. He and his wife have her now."
Elle lays down and looks at the ceiling. She inhales deeply and rubs her forehead. "I don't feel well... Do you have any medicine?"
Mohinder sits down at his computer and looks over at her. "You do look a little green. I don't think I have anything, though. Sorry."
Elle stands up and sprints to the bathroom. She slams the door and doesn't come back out for about ten minutes.
"Elle, are you okay?"
She curls up on the bed and sighs. "I feel better now. But I just barfed my brains out."
"Okay, too much information. Just let me know if you need anything. I can run to the store," he offers.
"I'm starving..." She sits up. "Can you order some pizza or something?"
Mohinder grabs the phone and a piece of paper. "Sure. What do you want on it?"
"Ooh, I'm in the mood for sausage and mushrooms," she says happily.
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