fic: Accidental Baby
Title: Accidental Baby
Fandom: Heroes
Character(s): Elle Bishop, Claire Bennet, Peter Petrelli
Pairing(s): Elle/Sylar(Gabriel), a tiny bit of Peter/Elle
Summary/Excerpt: "Although Sylar still can’t forgive Elle, Gabriel can’t put Elle through living. They broke her, as hard as she fought."
Author's Notes: This. Is. The. Saddest. I've EVAR written.
Elle wakes slowly, looks up to find a grey ceiling. She looks to her right to find furniture, personal possessions. It’s someone’s apartment she’s in, an apartment she’s never been to.
She sits up slowly, marveling at the fact that she know longer has the throbbing pain in her leg. Marvels at the fact that she has no cut across her forehead.
Elle smiles. Her Gabriel saved her. Sure, he - Sylar - killed her first, but he saved her. He must have. Must have realized that she wasn’t just a weakness.
A weakness. Elle’s his weakness. Pretty, powerul Sylar has a weakness. And it’s her. Now Elle really smiles.
She laughs as she plays with her pretty blue sparks. All there and dancing across her fingers. The fool didn’t even take her power. Wouldn’t need to anyway, she thinks, he already has it.
But Elle’s pretty little laugh and pretty little sparks disappear when she notices a very menacing looking man staring at her. He’s got a gun, a ski mask, and he’s aiming at her.
She notices someone dragging a very familiar Peter Petrelli before she fades away.
Her pretty powerful Gabriel didn’t save her. Pretty little Petrelli did.
Elle thinks that hurts more than Gabriel - Sylar - killing her.
--
Elle wakes to distorted voices. She feels restraints on her wrists. Hard, cold, and they tear at her skin. She can feel a spark bubbling at the surface of her restraint. It’s telling her, get up get up kill them all it’ll be fun get up, and she really wants to listen.
She would if she could.
Her legs feel like jelly. Her head is like a brick weighing down on her. And she just knows there’s drugs pumping through her system.
Elle listens to the voices. What she hears almost makes her cry. But she can handle it. She’ll take anything they’ve got.
They’re starting the testing in an hour.
She’ll be a bit more coherent then.
That’s what they want. Want to see how she reacts to the pain. How her electricity flows through her emotions and physical pain.
Elle won’t give them that satisfaction.
Never.
--
Peter gets nervous when he doesn’t find Elle on the plane. Or after, when the plane had crashed. He knows he didn’t just dream saving her. It happened. And then Nathan happened.
And she wasn’t on the plane.
Maybe she got away.
Maybe.
--
She’s never felt anything like this. Elle can feel pain everywhere. Her heart is pumping too fast, she can’t breathe. Sparks are all over, everywhere, and they’re hurting her. More than before, when she had overloaded and couldn’t control her pretty sparks anymore.
No, this was much different. This was like almost dying, but never getting the pleasure of it.
Elle just wished they would kill her already.
--
Peter meets up with Noah. Peter knows he’s working for Nathan. It’s for the best, he thinks; he knows he’s doing it mostly to protect Claire.
He asks Noah about Elle. And as much as Peter respects Noah, it takes all of his restraint not to hit him when Noah replies calmly.
“Nathan gave her to one of his scientists. Maybe she’ll be useful to their experiments.”
Peter leaves after that. He’s surprised when Claire follows him.
--
Today Elle can’t feel her legs. From what she heard, the scientist - Elle thinks his name is Dr. Rendal - is trying to find out where her electricity comes from.
She doesn’t know why they think it comes from her legs.
But she can’t feel them. Which means she can’t try to escape today.
Maybe tomorrow.
--
Elle realizes something’s wrong. It’s not the normal, searing pain the electricity gives her. It’s not the numbness, or the painful weight the drugs give her.
No, this is something much, much more painful. It’s heartbreaking and Elle doesn’t want to admit to herself that what’s happening is actually happening.
She wasn’t meant to hear it. But she did, and when she heard it she was both happy and scared. Now there’s nothing. Nothing at all.
Her stomach is hollow now.
She would have wanted a boy.
--
Peter and Claire find out Elle is on the third floor. They don’t know what to expect, Claire is anticipating the worst. Peter just hopes she’s still alive.
They barge into the too-white room, gun in hand for Claire, Peter’s newfound powers in his.
The scientists are taken down easily, with no one to sound the alarms.
In the center of the room is a large, glass box. In it is water, filled to the rim. In the water is sparks. From those sparks there is Elle.
Claire shoots the box and all comes crumpling down. Elle’s still sparkling body is limp, and her skin is pale. Claire can see splotches of yellow and purple bruises on Elle’s once so pretty skin.
Peter grabs Elle quickly, wraps his jacket around her.
They leave with a sick taste in their mouths.
--
Elle won’t wake up. Claire’s gone, Noah left with her, kicking and screaming. Peter’s not sure Elle will wake up, and he really wishes Claire could have given him some of her blood first. He doesn’t have Claire’s power yet, and so no healing blood.
He just wants to fix her.
So he finds the person who can.
--
Sylar’s beyond angry. But when Peter takes him to Elle, a part of his cold heart chips and falls away.
She’s so still and clammy. When he touches her, it feels too foreign. Her skins like ice and her face is too thin.
“She’s too broken.” He says.
Peter pushes him, yells at him. Sylar - no, Gabriel - can’t bring her back. He can’t fix what they did to her. She’d be in too much pain.
Although Sylar still can’t forgive Elle, Gabriel can’t put Elle through living.
They broke her, as hard as she fought.
--
When she wakes, she surprises both of them.
“Elle,” Gabriel says softly.
Her eyes aren’t so blue anymore. Just dull, and oh so grey.
She smiles softly, takes her bony hand and holds his. He doesn’t want to hold it, doesn’t want to break her.
“He would’ve had your eyes.” She says, and it breaks his heart.
But he smiles at her sadly and nods.
She knows.
Not all things can be fixed.
Elle closes her eyes.
Fandom: Heroes
Character(s): Elle Bishop, Claire Bennet, Peter Petrelli
Pairing(s): Elle/Sylar(Gabriel), a tiny bit of Peter/Elle
Summary/Excerpt: "Although Sylar still can’t forgive Elle, Gabriel can’t put Elle through living. They broke her, as hard as she fought."
Author's Notes: This. Is. The. Saddest. I've EVAR written.
Elle wakes slowly, looks up to find a grey ceiling. She looks to her right to find furniture, personal possessions. It’s someone’s apartment she’s in, an apartment she’s never been to.
She sits up slowly, marveling at the fact that she know longer has the throbbing pain in her leg. Marvels at the fact that she has no cut across her forehead.
Elle smiles. Her Gabriel saved her. Sure, he - Sylar - killed her first, but he saved her. He must have. Must have realized that she wasn’t just a weakness.
A weakness. Elle’s his weakness. Pretty, powerul Sylar has a weakness. And it’s her. Now Elle really smiles.
She laughs as she plays with her pretty blue sparks. All there and dancing across her fingers. The fool didn’t even take her power. Wouldn’t need to anyway, she thinks, he already has it.
But Elle’s pretty little laugh and pretty little sparks disappear when she notices a very menacing looking man staring at her. He’s got a gun, a ski mask, and he’s aiming at her.
She notices someone dragging a very familiar Peter Petrelli before she fades away.
Her pretty powerful Gabriel didn’t save her. Pretty little Petrelli did.
Elle thinks that hurts more than Gabriel - Sylar - killing her.
--
Elle wakes to distorted voices. She feels restraints on her wrists. Hard, cold, and they tear at her skin. She can feel a spark bubbling at the surface of her restraint. It’s telling her, get up get up kill them all it’ll be fun get up, and she really wants to listen.
She would if she could.
Her legs feel like jelly. Her head is like a brick weighing down on her. And she just knows there’s drugs pumping through her system.
Elle listens to the voices. What she hears almost makes her cry. But she can handle it. She’ll take anything they’ve got.
They’re starting the testing in an hour.
She’ll be a bit more coherent then.
That’s what they want. Want to see how she reacts to the pain. How her electricity flows through her emotions and physical pain.
Elle won’t give them that satisfaction.
Never.
--
Peter gets nervous when he doesn’t find Elle on the plane. Or after, when the plane had crashed. He knows he didn’t just dream saving her. It happened. And then Nathan happened.
And she wasn’t on the plane.
Maybe she got away.
Maybe.
--
She’s never felt anything like this. Elle can feel pain everywhere. Her heart is pumping too fast, she can’t breathe. Sparks are all over, everywhere, and they’re hurting her. More than before, when she had overloaded and couldn’t control her pretty sparks anymore.
No, this was much different. This was like almost dying, but never getting the pleasure of it.
Elle just wished they would kill her already.
--
Peter meets up with Noah. Peter knows he’s working for Nathan. It’s for the best, he thinks; he knows he’s doing it mostly to protect Claire.
He asks Noah about Elle. And as much as Peter respects Noah, it takes all of his restraint not to hit him when Noah replies calmly.
“Nathan gave her to one of his scientists. Maybe she’ll be useful to their experiments.”
Peter leaves after that. He’s surprised when Claire follows him.
--
Today Elle can’t feel her legs. From what she heard, the scientist - Elle thinks his name is Dr. Rendal - is trying to find out where her electricity comes from.
She doesn’t know why they think it comes from her legs.
But she can’t feel them. Which means she can’t try to escape today.
Maybe tomorrow.
--
Elle realizes something’s wrong. It’s not the normal, searing pain the electricity gives her. It’s not the numbness, or the painful weight the drugs give her.
No, this is something much, much more painful. It’s heartbreaking and Elle doesn’t want to admit to herself that what’s happening is actually happening.
She wasn’t meant to hear it. But she did, and when she heard it she was both happy and scared. Now there’s nothing. Nothing at all.
Her stomach is hollow now.
She would have wanted a boy.
--
Peter and Claire find out Elle is on the third floor. They don’t know what to expect, Claire is anticipating the worst. Peter just hopes she’s still alive.
They barge into the too-white room, gun in hand for Claire, Peter’s newfound powers in his.
The scientists are taken down easily, with no one to sound the alarms.
In the center of the room is a large, glass box. In it is water, filled to the rim. In the water is sparks. From those sparks there is Elle.
Claire shoots the box and all comes crumpling down. Elle’s still sparkling body is limp, and her skin is pale. Claire can see splotches of yellow and purple bruises on Elle’s once so pretty skin.
Peter grabs Elle quickly, wraps his jacket around her.
They leave with a sick taste in their mouths.
--
Elle won’t wake up. Claire’s gone, Noah left with her, kicking and screaming. Peter’s not sure Elle will wake up, and he really wishes Claire could have given him some of her blood first. He doesn’t have Claire’s power yet, and so no healing blood.
He just wants to fix her.
So he finds the person who can.
--
Sylar’s beyond angry. But when Peter takes him to Elle, a part of his cold heart chips and falls away.
She’s so still and clammy. When he touches her, it feels too foreign. Her skins like ice and her face is too thin.
“She’s too broken.” He says.
Peter pushes him, yells at him. Sylar - no, Gabriel - can’t bring her back. He can’t fix what they did to her. She’d be in too much pain.
Although Sylar still can’t forgive Elle, Gabriel can’t put Elle through living.
They broke her, as hard as she fought.
--
When she wakes, she surprises both of them.
“Elle,” Gabriel says softly.
Her eyes aren’t so blue anymore. Just dull, and oh so grey.
She smiles softly, takes her bony hand and holds his. He doesn’t want to hold it, doesn’t want to break her.
“He would’ve had your eyes.” She says, and it breaks his heart.
But he smiles at her sadly and nods.
She knows.
Not all things can be fixed.
Elle closes her eyes.