Title: Devil In A Miniskirt (1/?)

Rating: Pg-13

Summary: What if the company had sent Elle to watch over Sylar in the beginning of Season 2 instead of Candice?

A/N: For some reason, this idea wouldn't leave my head, so I finally gave in and wrote it. I'm a little unsure of whether to continue it or not, so any feedback I could get would be greatly appreciated.

"Elle, I really don't think is the best idea you've had" Bob drawled out in a less than approving tone. He didn't even bother looking up the papers he working on as they talked, as if his mind was already made up.

"But I know him better than Candince Daddy, I know Sylar better than anyone else. If anyone can control him, it's me" She insisted, one hand on her hip now. "I know his weaknesses. I know what makes Gabriel tick. Do you really think even with the Shanti virus, he's going to be harmless? You need someone who can control him. That can be me Daddy. I did this."

"But we need someone to go after Peter Petrelli in-"

"Send someone else. You and I both knew Sylar is a much harder to control force than Peter could ever hope to be" Her voice came out a little more bitter than she would have liked. Was she still sore that Peter had played with her feelings, led her own? Perhaps just a bit. But it didn't matter now. There was only one boy she wanted to go after right now. The one she had helped destroy a year ago.

"Do you promise not to disappoint me Elle?" Her father asked, giving her a sharp look. "We can't have him getting away like Peter did. We don't even want him here when he awakes. We'll be taking you both far away, and once you've confirmed that his powers are really gone, that the virus really has worked on him, you'll bring him back here. Is that understood? There is no room for mistakes. He's a murderer, remember that Elle. You made him this way, and now I'm making it your job to keep him under control. Under no circumstances are you to let him get away, is that clear? If he escapes, you might as well not come back, you'll be on your own.

Elle took a sharp inhale of air, trying to steady herself. That idea of being on her own, of not being with the company, it terrified. It was that threat that caused her to betray Gabriel in the first place, and it was that threat which would cause her to keep a good eye on him now. She wouldn't let her daddy down. "Of course Daddy," She finally replied, giving him a smile that was only a little bit forced. "You can count on me. Where are you going to be sending us anyways?"

"Central America. Far from where he could hurt anyone of importance"

"But Daddy, that place is all dirty and sweaty and gross" She wrinkled her nose a little in digust.

"Well then, you had better pack lightly, hadn't you?"

"Yes, Daddy" Elle turned and made her way out of his office, stopping once she was in the hall. "I love you Daddy"

The only sound she got in response was the closing of a door.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Sylar gasped wildly for air as he looked around his surroundings. Last he remembered, he was being stabbed at Kirby Plaza. But wherever this was…it was definitely not Kirby Plaza. It was a cold, isolated shack. He looked down at himself, wincing in pain. He had stitches that were barely being held together and an IV in him. Why would anyone bother saving him anyways? But he didn't have much more time to think when he heard a voice he never thought he would again.

"Good morning, Sunshine," Elle purred from the chair she was sitting in. She looked nothing like the girl next door he remembered, wearing a skin tight denim mini skirt and a white tank top, her hair pulled into a messy ponytail. "I was beginning to think maybe you were Sleeping Beauty and I'd have to kiss you to wake you up" Her voice was teasing, almost daring him to make an action.

He sat up, wincing in pain as he did so. "What are you doing here? What am I doing here?" He held his hand up, trying to choke her with his powers…only to find them not working. Why wasn't his telekinesis working? "Why isn't my power working?"

Elle clucked her tongue, setting the magazine she had been reading down on a table now. "Now, now Gabriel, don't over stimulate yourself. You're still in recovery. It's not every day that someone survives being run through with a samurai sword you know."

Sylar growled at the use of his real name, grabbing the petite blonde by her arm and pulling her close now. "My name is Sylar and I want some answers"

Elle smirked, watching him wince and pull away as she sent a bolt of electricity up his arm, causing him to let go. "Now, now Gabriel, I think you ought remember who's in charge here. The people I work for want to help you, but first you have to focus on recovering. And then I can help you get your powers back, do you like the sound of that?"

"Why should I trust you?" He hissed, lying back down. His whole body ached. Even if he wanted to try to make a run for it, he doubted he would get very far. And without his powers, she definitely had the upper hand. He knew he should have taken that pretty little power of hers back when he had the chance. But back then, he had been too shocked by her betrayal to even fathom hurting her. Six months later, however, he was much more inclined to the idea. "You betrayed me once, bringing that boy in like bait. Making me think I could be normal, and then running away as soon as it got too real for you," He accused, his eyes glaring nothing but hate for her. How could he have seen her as an angel? It was clear to him now that she was nothing more than a devil in a mini skirt. A beautiful devil, but a devil none the less.

"It's true," she conceded, leaning in to brush some of his hair back, sparking him lightly as she did so. "You have no reason in the world to trust me, Gabriel, but until you get better, I don't see what choice you have. In the meantime," She got up with a little bit of a stretch. "What do you want for breakfast? We have frozen waffles and some sausage, but that's about the most I can accomplish."

"I'm going to kill you the first chance I get, you know that, right?" He threatened.

And to that, she simply laughed. "You can try."