What Makes You Tick (A Sylar One-Shot)

Sylar

"I've got you figured out, Loanne," Sylar's velvet voice softly exclaimed from behind her. A discreet smile crept to her face. It was a classic thing that Sylar did. But to be brutally honest, she knew where he was, from the moment he stepped foot into her apartment. She knew him well. Almost too well.

"Gabriel," she responded in a boredly enthusiastic tone, keeping her back towards him as she brewed her tea. She didn't bother turning around, because the only thing she knew that awaited her was his intense gaze piercing straight into her soul. "How nice to see you again. Of course, I would've called you to the kitchen 20 minutes earlier but I didn't want to interrupt you looking around my living room. It's been boring not having you and your psychotic head around. Take a seat."

He ignored what she said, still standing behind her, his jaw clenched and his eyes a bit more desperate. "It's Sylar."

"Come now," she finally turned around, the mug in her hand, and her green eyes giving him a slight brow-raised look. "We both know that since I know what your actual name is, I'm not calling you after a watch... Gabriel." She turned her full attention towards him now, veering to the side to get a chair. She turned it towards her so that she could sit on it in reverse. "So," she scooted closer, beckoning him to sit across from her. "What brings you here, dear friend? What sort of brand new epiphany has dawned upon your head? I swear, you're full of stupid ideas."

"But you always listened to them." He kept his eyes on hers as he lowered himself slowly onto her couch.

"And look, I'm alive," she laughed incredulously at herself. To which, Sylar also chuckled. "How are you coping with your power? And... the other ones? It's not getting out of hand, is it? You do know that you actually need to pay for my services, and this time the free friendship thing isn't going to work."

"It's still here. Still consuming me."

One side of her lips turned upwards. "But isn't that how you wanted it?" It was a question that came out of her mouth, yet it sounded more like a challenging statement.

"And so did you."

"Of course. I like you like this." Her cat-like eyes mooned as she gave him a close-lipped smile. "It gives us something more in common."

Sylar managed a distracted smile, obviously trying to gather a thousand thoughts. She could read him well, and the same went for her. They know each other too well, and the silence that permeated them was as comfortable as one could get it to be. "This isn't what I came here for, though." He leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees.

"As always, Gabriel." She let the liquid in her tea spin around inside the mug, a disinterested tone hinging off her voice. "You're not in the mood to humour me. Well then. Fire away."

"Ever since we met, I've been trying to figure you out. See what made you tick. And you said that only when I've solved your puzzle could I take your power. Well, I think I finally know."

"You trust me to honour our agreement?" she chuckled, yet her green eyes narrowed at him, and she abruptly stood. "You know very well that I shouldn't be one to trust. This is child's talk Gabriel. You know for yourself that I can portray a million different personalities. And I've already proved that your power doesn't work on me. Let's drop this issue."

He had her against her wall before she could even step away. She tilted her head in annoyance- he'd certainly gotten much quicker since the last time she saw him.

"Oh, but it did," he sneered, his face just inches from hers. "It worked this time-- it always had, I was just ignorant to it."

She stared straight into his eyes as he leaned over her figure, trapping her against the cold wall and his warm body. Her gaze was strong, hard and unmoving. She didn't fear him, mass murderer though he was- yet so was she. And besides, her power gave her the ability to see a person's weakness. Unlike Sylar's, with whose power held a tinge of delicacy, giving him the information to see how a person works, thinks and the reasons to their actions, she could only blatantly see what their pressure points were, and press on them as hard as possible. It was a scarcely visible trait, but in her hands, were put in tremendously magnificent use.