I Am Not A Maiden Fair

Elle couldn't help but feel a little awkward as she stood outside the motel door. She wasn't sure what she was supposed to say or do in this sort of situation. She had never been one to talk about her feelings or anything like that. It was against Company policy. You pushed feelings aside, make sure they didn't interfere with the job you needed to do.

Not that she was part of the Company anymore or that it even existed anymore but it was hard to just push away the learning that you had been raised on.

But Sylar had really gotten to her earlier, the way he begged and pleaded for her to just forgive him and be with him again. Like it was that simple. It wasn't. She had moved on, she was with Dean and she liked him a lot. She was happy. She wasn't going to give that up for someone like Sylar.

Of course, when she was talking to Dean earlier, she had still been really upset, and she was afraid she had given off the wrong impression. She didn't want him to thik she had any lingering feelings for Sylar or anything. It wasn't like that. She wanted to be with Dean and no one else, it was just...hard to push away those feelings of hurt and betrayal compltely. To push back that fear that Dean might turn on her someday too, just like everyone else in her life.

But Claire had convinced Elle to go talk to Dean, so there she was. The other blonde had even promised to take Sam out for as long as possible.

So she finally took a deep breath, bringing a hand up to knock on the door, a few stray anxious sparks playing across her hand as she did so. What was the worst that could happen?

Maybe she should have brought a pie or something as a peace offering. Too late now.