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It was pretty late at night by the time they finally reached the Canadian border. As he drove closer to the border he couldn't help but feel a little nervous. They'd only ask a few questions, right? It wasn't likely that they would have pictures of them or anything, any way of knowing that they were trying to run from the law, right?

Right.

He was worrying over nothing, he was pretty sure of it. So far, everything had been going well. Sure, it had taken them a little longer than expected to get here, mostly because they kept stopping to fool around and the like, but they had managed to get here, new car and all. Once they got through they could find a place to stay for the night and figure out the rest in the morning, right?

Right.

Still, one of his hands left the wheel and searched for her hand, fingers intertwining with one another. Being able to hold her hand was a comfort, at the very least.

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"No, Gabriel," she protested vehemently, her eyes pleading and frantic as she shook her head. Why didn't he understand? Why didn't he blame her? This was her fault! Everything was all her fault, and there were no repercussions anymore. "You wouldn't have done it if I didn't ask you!"

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"But I still chose to do it. You may have asked me to do it, but it was still my choice," He shot back, his voice shaking a little. And there's a nagging voice in his head that couldn't help but wonder if he wouldn't have done it eventually anyways. "You can't act guilty about it now Elle, you can't. I can't handle it." And he couldn't. It was hard enough trying to keep his own guilt and feelings about the situation buried. He couldn't deal with hers ontop of it.

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She flinched at his words, her chest heaving with little, catching breaths as she blinked back her stinging tears. Her eyes dropped to the side, and she didn't understand. She did feel guilty. She did. She was happy his mother was dead, she was happy he'd done it for her, and she even thought it was romantic, and she felt guilty about all of it.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. He didn't deserve it. She had no right to ask him to be mad at her, to punish her, right? But she felt like somebody should. "I'm sorry," she repeated, her voice thicker and more strained, her cyan eyes lifting to his. "And a big part of me's not sorry at all," she added, with a painfully careless shrug.

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"I know you're not really sorry," He bit back, his words coming out in spite of himself, like he couldn't stop them. "You wanted me to kill her. You wanted her dead and you didn't care what that would do to me, so don't act like you suddenly care now."

His words were becoming more strained and his fists formed at his side. Maybe he had lied. Maybe he was lying. Maybe he was angry with her.

Normally, he'd try to comfort her, reassure her or something, but right now he just felt tired and defeated and he didn't know what to do. He finished rinsing off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry off.

How did things get so fucked up so fast?

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She felt jolted and hurt and lost as he slipped away from her, the words hardly sinking in until he was out of the shower and gone. Shaking, she reached to wipe off herself off too, her hands sliding down her stomach and thighs. That was--that was all wrong, wasn't it? She stumbled out after him, grabbing a towel to follow him into the bedroom.

"I did care!" she argued, her voice flaring with anger. "I do care!" The words sounded too high, too desperate even to her own ears. Did she? Who had she really been thinking of when she threatened to kill his mother if he didn't? But that wasn't--that wasn't real, that was ugly. She knew that now. She hadn't even meant it then. She didn't think. "I was angry!" she exclaimed. "And jealous! I just killed my dad, and I--I don't know what I was thinking, but I was wrong," she confessed, tears filling her eyes, the pressure on her chest sudden and crushing. "I know I was wrong. I thought that if she was gone it would make us even."

Even in what? In killing their parents? In being alone? She gasped in air, and swiped at her still-dry cheeks just in time for the tears to fall. What kind of monster was she?

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"Well did it?" He asked, his voice edgier and more demanding then he would have liked. He had been in such a shock over his own actions of killing his mother that he had forgotten his anger, but it was back now, and he didn't know how to handle it or what to do with it. It felt like venom going through his veins. "Did it make us fucking even?"

But she wouldn't even get the chance to answer. Right as he pulled on his pants and approached her, his eyes dark and distant, the door was busted open. His head whipped over to it as a pair of men came through the door. One was tall and dark skinned. The other had horned rimmed glasses. He looked at Elle in disdain.

"You've stirred up a lot of trouble, Elle. I told your father it was a bad idea to let you out like that. You don't know how to be around normal people."

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She wanted to tell him that it didn't, that it didn't at all. She wasn't particularly scared at the cold look in his eyes, or the way he stalked towards her, even though it cut her to the core; she deserved it, after all. She wanted to tell him she'd do anything, anything at all to make it okay again. Anything he wanted.

But she couldn't, because Noah and the Haitian stormed into the room, and the only thing she could do was... nothing. She had no powers, no way of saving them. She clutched her towel around torso, her eyes darting to the window behind her, her hands immediately reaching to twine a vice-like grip on Gabriel's wrist.

"Don't bother, Elle," Noah said, raising his gun and edging towards her exit route. "There are agents surrounding the room. Just get dressed and come along. It's over."

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Gabriel twisted his wrist, trying to knock the man's gun out of his hand. He blinked in confusion at his hand. He knew he didn't have control of his power yet, but the gun hadn't even budged. That didn't make any sense. What was going on?

"Confused, Gabriel?" Came Noah's sardonic voice. "You'll find that my partner here makes other people's powers impossible to use. I suggest you get your shirt on and come with me. It'll be much easier if you don't struggle."

Gabriel looked over at Elle, confused. What were they supposed to do now?

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Elle looked back up at him wordlessly, determinedly, and pressed her lips together, defiantly and unabashedly unfurling her towel and throwing it to the floor. It was comforting, at least, that he still looked to her, that he wasn't so angry as to shun her despite their argument. She let out of his wrist and snatched up her jeans, glaring with all the rage in her small form at Noah and his stupid gun, unconcerned with her nakedness. "I hope it's a nice show for you," she spat, tugging them up and zipping them. At least the Haitian had the decency to avert his eyes, but Noah of course, kept his gun trained.

She hoped he didn't really think she was going peacefully.

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A mixture of anger and jealousy prickled through Gabriel's skin as he watched the other man not even flinch as Elle dropped her towel. Even if he could tell that Noah's gaze was as far from sexual as possible, it still bothered Gabriel. He might have been angry with Elle, but that didn't mean he still didn't want her to himself. He grabbed one of the too big for him shirts, pulling it on and buttoning it up.

They had to figure out something. They couldn't just let these men take them.

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Elle reached for Gabriel's sweater, still crumpled and dirty on the floor, and pulled it on. Even if she had worn it yesterday, she wasn't leaving here without it. And she was not under any circumstances letting them take Gabriel away from her, either. Her mind reeled as she pulled on her sneakers, wracking her mind. Was there anything in the room? Outside? They'd been so tired stumbling in here; she couldn't remember.

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Gabriel had no better recollection of what had been on the path from the car to the room. They had been so exhausted the night before, everything else kind of just blanked out.

He slipped his socks and shoes on and took a step closer to Elle now. There had to be something to do. He looked around the are, searching for something, anything he might be able to use as a blunt object.

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"Good," Noah said firmly, cutting into her thoughts. She knew the procedure. Knew that removing them from the room and getting them in their vehicle was their number one priority right now. "Now both of you stand up, keep your hands where I can see them, and follow the Haitian out the door."

Elle clenched her jaw tight, and lifted her hands, wiggling her fingers at Noah with a sardonic smile. If only she could do more than that. She walked towards the door, towards the Haitian, eyeing their bag. It was heavy, she supposed. All that gold...

But did she want to risk Noah shooting Gabriel, who was right behind her, in harm's way?

No.

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Once Elle was out of the way, Gabriel decided to take a gamble. He didn't know if it would work, but it would be better than nothing, right? He couldn't just stand there and do nothing.

He picked up a lamp from the dresser, yanking it out of the socket. Before he could even get the chance to hesitate he challenged all his rage (his rage at Elle, his rage at this situation, his rage at the men trying to take them away) into a swing towards Noah's head.

However, Noah was much more skilled than Gabriel and shot Gabriel in the arm before he could even finish the swing. Gabriel cried out in pain, dropping the lamp and watching it shatter onto the ground as he covered his wounded arm, hissing in pain.

Okay, so maybe that hadn't been the smartest of ideas.

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Elle spun around at the sounds, her heart stopping in her chest as the shot rang out and Gabriel instantly bent over in pain. "No!" she yelled. Frantically, she moved his bloody hand from the gushing wound with shaking hands--it looked like it had just got his arm, she knew it just got his arm, but she had to be sure--and she nearly sobbed in relief when she realized she was right. She covered the torn flesh with her palm, and looked at him in horror. Why would he try something so stupid?

"Try something like that again, and I aim somewhere more painful," Noah said simply.

Elle's eyes snapped to his, her teeth clenched. "I'll kill you with my bare hands," she hissed.

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He tried something so stupid because it beat not trying anything at all. He didn't just want to stand around like a coward. Even if it had failed miserably, at least he had tried.

He gave Elle an apologetic shrug as she covered the wound, causing him to hiss in pain. It stung like a bitch. Worse than anything he had felt before, he was pretty sure.

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She knew why he had done, she did. Who was she kidding? She might have took the chance too. If Gabriel wasn't involved, she would have without hesitation. But Elle knew by now that Gabriel was different. She pushed down on the wound despite his pain--and she knew it was significant, trying to slow the bleeding. "It's okay," she murmured.

She didn't see Noah signal to the Haitian, and she flinched in surprise when the other man offered her a littered t-shirt, but took it with a glare to tie around Gabriel's arm. Obviously, she realized, the Company wanted them in one piece.

She wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing.

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He bit his lip sharply, trying to bite back tears of pain as she pressed on the wound. Definitely not his brightest of moments, he realized that now, but it had been better than just standing there, helplessly.

He muttered curse words underneath her breath as she tied the shirt around his arm. He had no idea why the other man was helping him. It didn't make sense.

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"Don't be a baby," she muttered, and because she could and she needed to and she didn't know what would happen, she wrapped an arm around his neck, on his good side, and hugged him tight before Noah could tell her to step away. "I love you," she whispered into his ear breathlessly, her lips brushing his warm skin, "I'm yours no matter what." He had to believe that. That even if she'd done so many horrible things, she loved him.

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"I got shot in the arm, I'm not being a baby," He snapped back in agitation. But his annoyance was soon forgotten when her arms were around him and she was hugging him. His uninjured arm returned the embrace. "I know." He brushed his lips against her jaw, briefly. "I love you too."

And he did, no matter, despite all his rage and confused, unsorted feelings he loved her. More than anything.

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"That's enough," Noah said firmly, and Elle clenched her eyes closed, as if she could memorize how his kiss felt, save his words--he did love her, and with it came that blind belief that everything would be fine because of it. No matter how naive that might be.

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Gabriel pulled away a little, but he refused to let go of Elle. Not now. She felt more vital than ever. If he had her, things were going to be okay. Somehow, he had to believe that, especially now.

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She took comfort in the hard, almost painful grip he had on her waist, but she was sure how hard she was clinging to his shoulder hurt, too. Noah gave her an assessing look, as if debating telling them to let go of each other. She wanted to spit in his face.

"Keep moving," he said instead.

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Gabriel didn't want to just keep moving. He didn't want to give in, give up so easily. What would happen to them if they were taken in. Clearly, by the way Noah had shot his arm, they didn't want them killed, but what did they want from? He didn't really want to find out. He shifted his gaze so that his eyes met Elle's wondering if she had any ideas.

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She didn't, and her mind was spinning, and she knew the longer they disobeyed the more suspicious and wary and violent Noah would get. "Let's go, Gabriel," she said in frustration, giving him a pointed look.