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[heroslayer]

He'd let her sleep until somewhere nearing nine o'clock the next morning, occupying his own time spent awake thumbing through a book, sure that it was the safest of all of his options. She'd gotten up, surprisingly without complaint, taken a few minutes to get her bearings, then slipped out the door to bring back the breakfast she'd promised him the night before. He wasn't sure why she hadn't asked what he'd wanted, whether she figured they liked the same things or if she'd simply forgotten, but it had amused him just the same.

Returning to the couch, a hint of a smile on his face, he'd pulled his book back into his lap and waited for her to return. And some twenty minutes later she had, carrying two take-out plates full of surprisingly decent pancakes and a half gallon of ice cream -- for the pancakes, of course. They'd moved into the kitchen and she'd pestered him into telling the rest of his life story as they ate.

Now out of words, or at least things he could talk about without having to edit immensely, the sat in silence as they finished up their breakfast. After a moment, though, he couldn't help but suggest, "Your turn."

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[heroslayer]

He arched his eyebrows as she returned. "You have Abilities 'R' Us on speed dial or something?"

[headofapin.livejournal.com]

"No." A grin. "I have Chandra. And she's been very gracious about letting me help her when I can. The ones I've taken...well, not everyone is so accepting to the change. Telling her that suicide was their only option..." She shrugged. "As long as they're far between, she believes it."

[heroslayer]

He laughed softly, bowing his head for a moment. "Guess Chandra's good for something after all."

Now why hadn't he thought of that? Ah, right. Because his Chandra had figured him out too quick and he'd beaten the man's head in. What a pity.

[headofapin.livejournal.com]

"She's good for some things." And that got him a curtsy before she sat down again, a bit of a beam on her place. "So~ You should call, and set up a meeting, and then we'll get going.

Of course. But she was more subtle, so for the time being, things were good.

[heroslayer]

Raising a hand, he called his phone over to him effortlessly and flicked it on, looking up at her. "What's the number?"

[headofapin.livejournal.com]

She nudged her phone toward him again, rolling her eyes just a bit. "I'm not doing everything for you. Read it yourself."

[heroslayer]

Rolling his eyes, albeit amused, he took the phone from her and punched the number into his. He did not hit send right away, however, instead he allowed himself a moment, the skin and muscle of his throat suddenly alive and rioting. He cleared his throat when it stilled, flashed his counterpart a devious smile, and then hit the send button. And when the call connected and whoever was on the other side picked up, he spoke in a voice that did not belong to him.

"Ah, hello, my name's Noah Bennet -- " If her version of the man in the hornrimmed glasses was, well, a man, she might have recognized the voice he was using as his. " -- I'm calling about -- ah, yes. Yes, that's it, exactly. I'm glad the woman at home office told you to expect my call. ... yes, I'm terribly sorry about that."

He flashed Gabriella a look that was equal parts surprised and triumphant and then curled back around the phone. "Absolutely. If I could just have you address?" He didn't bother to wave a pen over, memorizing where the apartment was as she read it off to him. "Thank you. We'll be by in about half an hour." Another pause, and then, "Have a nice day."

He hung up here, his throat running rampant again, stopping only when he cleared it, and set the phone down on the table. "Well. Looks like we've got half an hour to get across town."

[howmanyangels.livejournal.com]

She just grinned at him when he rolled his eyes at her, able to tell the difference between the negative type, and what that was. She stayed quiet as he made the call, getting up eventually to clean up what mess they'd made while eating breakfast, and by the time he was finished she was putting the last glass in the cupboard.

She had raised an eyebrow at the change in his voice, but didn't recognized it. For her? It was Norah Bennet, after all.

"And how the hell are we going to get across town in half an hour?"

[heroslayer]

"Simple," Sylar answered, standing up from the table. He spread his arms wide and pushed up off the ground, hovering a few inches above it before touching back down. "I can fly."

[headofapin.livejournal.com]

"Oh."

Again, she's staring at him. Was he expecting anything else? "That's...wow."

The look of shock turned into a slow smile as she moved forward to him, and bit her tongue. "So I just hang onto you?"

[heroslayer]

He smirked, dropping his hands back to his sides. "Yeah. We should go up to the roof first, though."

[headofapin.livejournal.com]

"No carrying me up there, then?"

She was teasing though, and nodded, grabbing her phone and putting it back into the purse that had been left near the door the night before. She slipped her jacket on too, and then stepped out into the hall to wait for him.

"No complaining if I don't smell powder fresh. I don't really have time to shower."

Women.

[heroslayer]

Shaking his head, he moved to grab his coat from where he'd left it the night before and joined her out in the hallway. He glanced over his shoulder, locking the door with just as much ease as he had unlocked it, and with a small, pleased smile, he moved towards the stairs at the far end of the hallway.

"How good are you at picking locks with your telekinesis?" he asked as they climbed the stairs.

[howmanyangels.livejournal.com]

"Picking locks? Well...I can do it, I guess? I mean, I do it at home when I've lost my keys in my purse and all," she replied, following after him up up up. "I've never really had a reason to pick them for the purpose of breaking and entering, though."

"Have you?"

[heroslayer]

"Not everyone's going to let you walk right in the front door with a phone call," Sylar replied cryptically, pushing the door to the roof open so he could head out onto it.

[howmanyangels.livejournal.com]

"Well, when the time comes, I'm sure I'll manage." The smile on her face was smug as she joined him outside, and then crossed her arms over her chest. "Though I have to admit, I think there's a bigger chance that they'll open up for me, than a big, burly man like you."

And she bit her tongue at that to keep herself from laughing. "...don't drop me."

[heroslayer]

He wasn't so sure about that, but then again he'd never really bothered trying to sweet talk someone into letting him come inside as a woman. He supposed now that he had a fair amount of her DNA in his system from the few times they had touched, he could try it and see if she had a point, but later. Not this time, not when they had a free pass into their mark's home.

That decided upon, he popped his eyebrows in sort of a facial shrug and waved her over, putting an arm around her. "I won't." A beat, and then, "Ready?"