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TITLE: Your Daddy’s Son
AUTHOR: Dragynflies
RATING: R for dark themes.
DISCLAIMER: Heroes cast is not mine
CHARACTERS: Elle, Baby Noah, Sylar
WARNINGS: Character deaths, animal death
SUMMARY: We all saw happy little Noah in 3.04. This is AU - and a very dark take on what could happen if Elle really did give birth to Noah. Song is “Your Daddy’s Son” from the musical Ragtime. This is really a horrible fic, and I blame being sick and listening to this song on my drive to work today.
Thank you to faded_facade for the beta . However, if this fic freaks you out, it’s her fault I posted it. Soo….blame her.
Daddy played piano,
Played it very well.
Music from those hands could
Catch you like a spell.
He could make you love him
'Fore the tune was done.
You have your daddy's hands.
You are your daddy's son.
Noah Robert Gray manifested his ability at age three, a perfect mimic of his father. He’d pull apart anything he could get his hands on - the big clock on the mantle, his mother’s blow dryer, the vacuum, it didn’t matter. The pieces of the machines would be littered around the living room floor, and like a symphony would fly into the air, circle each other, and file one by one back into the containers they belonged it - watches would tick again and the vacuum cleaner would whirr. Noah would clap and smile, thrilled with himself, and then venture back into closets, peer onto counters, to find more things to take apart and put back together.
It didn’t matter what he took apart, he just wanted to understand how things worked.
Daddy never knew
That you were on your way.
He had other ladies
And other tunes to play.
When he up and left me,
I just up and run.
Elle never told Sylar she was pregnant. She was too afraid, too afraid he’d take her apart like he took her father out, like he tried to kill her in Level Five, tried to kill her on the beach. This baby was her chance to start again, to undo everything wrong that she had done, and to create something perfect out of madness.
Bennet helped her hide, and when her son was born, Elle didn’t know any other way to thank him, so she gave her son his name. During the night, she took baby Noah and ran.
She never saw Bennet again.
Only thing in my head-
You were your daddy's son.
Noah was a carbon copy of his father. He had wide brown eyes and his father’s lips, his little nose followed the same slope that Sylar’s did. The only thing he inherited from Elle was his blonde hair, and even that grew darker and darker as he aged.
He smiled when he ripped open the dishwasher, the stove, pulled apart the sink until he could rebuild it, because now he understood what made the stove heat food, and what made the dishwasher clean dishes.
It wasn’t until he took apart the neighbor’s cat that Elle really started to worry.
Couldn't hear no music,
Couldn't see no light.
Mama, she was frightened,
Crazy from the fright.
Tears without no comfort,
Screams without no sound.
Noah Robert Gray was five years old when he killed his first person - and took his first ability. Elle had watched her son spiral down the same path as his father, and desperate, she’d come out of hiding and brought Noah to Primatech, begging Angela for help.
Noah’s bright brown eyes and easy smile had won Angela over, but it was just as easy for him to smile as it was to raise his little fingers and pull open her skull. When Elle had come back into the room, her little boy had grinned up at her, his little hands covered in Angela’s blood.
Elle remembered her childhood, and her father. She had never imagined she’d not only make the same mistakes, but make them worse.
She took Noah home and gave him a bath. He kicked in the water and laughed gleefully as he floated the bubbles in a zig zag above his head.
Only darkness and pain,
The anger and pain,
The blood and the pain!
It hadn’t taken long after Angela's death for Sylar to find them. Noah loved him instantly, knew who he was without even being told, and showed Sylar what he could do. Elle had stayed back, wary of both her son and his father, but Sylar did what he was best at - pulled her into his arms, kissed her head until Elle melted against him, lulled her into a false sense of security.
Then she’d watched her little son raise his fingers again, his gaze steady as he stared at his father. Sylar was full of abilities, and Noah could see them, glittering under his eyes, in the way Sylar moved.
But his cuts across his father’s forehead had healed before he could open his skull, and Noah turned his gaze to his mother. The new cut followed the lines of her scars, and she trembled as she felt her electricity under her skin, threatening to explode.
She wouldn’t hurt her son. He could kill her, but she wouldn’t hurt him.
In the end, it hadn’t been her choice. Her body had responded automatically, electricity pouring out of her body as her forehead cut open. The kitchen had caught fire first, and the rest of the house had crumbled around her. Sylar dug himself out of the rubble, but Noah never came out.
I buried my heart in the ground!
In the ground-
When I buried you in the ground.
Elle had never wanted her son to be like her, or like his father. She wanted her bright eyed, happy little boy to grow up to be a bright eyed, happy adult, like she always dreamed of being.
Instead she had a burned house and no more son. No more reasons to try to live.
She buried Noah next to her mother, and let her father’s ashes cover their graves.
Daddy played piano.
Bet he's playin' still.
Mama can't forget him.
Don't suppose I will.
God wants no excuses.
I have only one:
You had your daddy's hands.
Forgive me.
You were your daddy's son.
AUTHOR: Dragynflies
RATING: R for dark themes.
DISCLAIMER: Heroes cast is not mine
CHARACTERS: Elle, Baby Noah, Sylar
WARNINGS: Character deaths, animal death
SUMMARY: We all saw happy little Noah in 3.04. This is AU - and a very dark take on what could happen if Elle really did give birth to Noah. Song is “Your Daddy’s Son” from the musical Ragtime. This is really a horrible fic, and I blame being sick and listening to this song on my drive to work today.
Thank you to faded_facade for the beta . However, if this fic freaks you out, it’s her fault I posted it. Soo….blame her.
Daddy played piano,
Played it very well.
Music from those hands could
Catch you like a spell.
He could make you love him
'Fore the tune was done.
You have your daddy's hands.
You are your daddy's son.
Noah Robert Gray manifested his ability at age three, a perfect mimic of his father. He’d pull apart anything he could get his hands on - the big clock on the mantle, his mother’s blow dryer, the vacuum, it didn’t matter. The pieces of the machines would be littered around the living room floor, and like a symphony would fly into the air, circle each other, and file one by one back into the containers they belonged it - watches would tick again and the vacuum cleaner would whirr. Noah would clap and smile, thrilled with himself, and then venture back into closets, peer onto counters, to find more things to take apart and put back together.
It didn’t matter what he took apart, he just wanted to understand how things worked.
Daddy never knew
That you were on your way.
He had other ladies
And other tunes to play.
When he up and left me,
I just up and run.
Elle never told Sylar she was pregnant. She was too afraid, too afraid he’d take her apart like he took her father out, like he tried to kill her in Level Five, tried to kill her on the beach. This baby was her chance to start again, to undo everything wrong that she had done, and to create something perfect out of madness.
Bennet helped her hide, and when her son was born, Elle didn’t know any other way to thank him, so she gave her son his name. During the night, she took baby Noah and ran.
She never saw Bennet again.
Only thing in my head-
You were your daddy's son.
Noah was a carbon copy of his father. He had wide brown eyes and his father’s lips, his little nose followed the same slope that Sylar’s did. The only thing he inherited from Elle was his blonde hair, and even that grew darker and darker as he aged.
He smiled when he ripped open the dishwasher, the stove, pulled apart the sink until he could rebuild it, because now he understood what made the stove heat food, and what made the dishwasher clean dishes.
It wasn’t until he took apart the neighbor’s cat that Elle really started to worry.
Couldn't hear no music,
Couldn't see no light.
Mama, she was frightened,
Crazy from the fright.
Tears without no comfort,
Screams without no sound.
Noah Robert Gray was five years old when he killed his first person - and took his first ability. Elle had watched her son spiral down the same path as his father, and desperate, she’d come out of hiding and brought Noah to Primatech, begging Angela for help.
Noah’s bright brown eyes and easy smile had won Angela over, but it was just as easy for him to smile as it was to raise his little fingers and pull open her skull. When Elle had come back into the room, her little boy had grinned up at her, his little hands covered in Angela’s blood.
Elle remembered her childhood, and her father. She had never imagined she’d not only make the same mistakes, but make them worse.
She took Noah home and gave him a bath. He kicked in the water and laughed gleefully as he floated the bubbles in a zig zag above his head.
Only darkness and pain,
The anger and pain,
The blood and the pain!
It hadn’t taken long after Angela's death for Sylar to find them. Noah loved him instantly, knew who he was without even being told, and showed Sylar what he could do. Elle had stayed back, wary of both her son and his father, but Sylar did what he was best at - pulled her into his arms, kissed her head until Elle melted against him, lulled her into a false sense of security.
Then she’d watched her little son raise his fingers again, his gaze steady as he stared at his father. Sylar was full of abilities, and Noah could see them, glittering under his eyes, in the way Sylar moved.
But his cuts across his father’s forehead had healed before he could open his skull, and Noah turned his gaze to his mother. The new cut followed the lines of her scars, and she trembled as she felt her electricity under her skin, threatening to explode.
She wouldn’t hurt her son. He could kill her, but she wouldn’t hurt him.
In the end, it hadn’t been her choice. Her body had responded automatically, electricity pouring out of her body as her forehead cut open. The kitchen had caught fire first, and the rest of the house had crumbled around her. Sylar dug himself out of the rubble, but Noah never came out.
I buried my heart in the ground!
In the ground-
When I buried you in the ground.
Elle had never wanted her son to be like her, or like his father. She wanted her bright eyed, happy little boy to grow up to be a bright eyed, happy adult, like she always dreamed of being.
Instead she had a burned house and no more son. No more reasons to try to live.
She buried Noah next to her mother, and let her father’s ashes cover their graves.
Daddy played piano.
Bet he's playin' still.
Mama can't forget him.
Don't suppose I will.
God wants no excuses.
I have only one:
You had your daddy's hands.
Forgive me.
You were your daddy's son.