Fanfiction: Heroes: The Point Of It All (Chapter 13)
Title: The Point Of It All (Chapter 13)
Pairing/Characters: Sylar/Elle, Angela, Hatian, others.
Rating: NC-17 (For chapter 4 and 8)
Summary: Elle is brought back to life to serve a purpose for the Company, but is it a service she wants to perform? Does she even have a choice? AU after 3x12 "Our Father". Chapter 13: Peter has his private talk with Elle and Gablar.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Silence is not the way
We need to talk about it
If heaven is on the way
Well wrap the world around it
-“Letting The Cables Sleep” Bush
Elle waited until Noah and Angela had exited the room to turn to Peter, the electricity dying down from her hands. Sylar’s hands rubbing her shoulders had helped her cool down a little, at least for now. “So what did you want, Petey?” She asked.
Sylar raised a brow at the nickname, unsure of how he felt about that. She never gave him any nickname like that. Was that good or bad? It was probably best not to dwell on that too much for now.
Peter had been busy moving the Hatian to one of the couches and removing the tranq dart from his neck as his mother and Noah were leaving. He was a nurse after all, and he couldn’t help but make sure the man was at least lying comfortably while he was knocked out. He looked up at the other two, taking a deep breath. He knew he would have to word things carefully to win them over. They deserved a chance for happiness, the happiness he saw in the future. He didn’t know where Elle had been that day, but he was positive she was little Noah’s mother.
“Did your mother put you up to this?” Sylar asked, keeping one of his arms wrapped around the waist of the still on edge Elle. He wanted to believe Peter was telling the truth, that he really just wanted to help them, but the paranoid part of him refused to accept the information so easily. Anytime someone tried to “help” him in the past, it had blown up in his face. Why would it be any different this time? It was hard enough, even trying to convince himself to trust Elle, could he really allow Peter in too?
Peter shook his head at that. “No. Mom’s probably hoping I convince you to stay with the company or something like that, who knows what crazy plans she has. I don’t want any part of that. But I’ve seen your future. You were happy. Your kid was happy. I want to help you however I can.”
“And just how do you expect to help us?” Elle asked, her voice was still tense. Though she knew he was essentially a good person, she couldn’t shake off the fact that he had used her in the past. Just letting bygones be bygones had never been one of Elle’s stronger suits, unfortunately. She was still surprised by herself with how easily she had forgiven Sylar once she got her memories back. But she supposed that meant she really loved him. Because if it didn’t mean that, then she didn’t know what it meant.
“However you’ll let me. I can help you learn to deal with your issues,” Peter scratched the back of his neck. “I mean, I’m no expert or anything, but they did give us some psychological training back when I was in nursing school. You’d be amazed at how often it came in handy.” He turned to look over at Sylar. “I know it won’t be easy for you to reform, but we could set up a program for you, something like what they use in twelve step programs like AA.”
“What, you’re going to find other serial killers for me to meet up with and talk through my issues with?” Sylar asked, quirking a curious brow at that. The very idea of such a meeting seemed a little crazy to him. And kind of funny.
Peter laughed at that. “Not exactly. It would probably more like just working with you one on one, but their principles probably wouldn’t be a bad format to follow.” He glanced over to Elle. “You could go through it too, if you wanted.”
“And what if I don’t?” Elle asked, keeping herself pinned at her lover’s side. “I’m sorry to say it Petey, but considering our history, why should I trust you?”
“Who else is going to help you with the baby? And I really mean help you.”
“We could always go to London and leave the baby with Claude. I bet he would take care of it for me. He’d probably make a better parent then we would.” Elle explained with a smug look. Yes, she had already thought of the possibility of giving the child away. How could two murderers like her and Sylar be good parents? Just because Peter was sold on the idea didn’t mean she was.
Peter blinked in confusion at that. “You know Claude? How do you know where he is? I haven’t seen him since he left New York.”
“The Company has ways of finding people, and I knew him because he was one of the only ones who ever treated me decently when I lived in the Company. He treated me like a kid, and not just some sort of lab experiment. I found him in England because that seemed like the logical place for him to go. My powers were shorting out, and I thought he could help me learn to control them again. He tried his best, but I was so messed up at the time, I wasn’t a very good listener.”
Sylar raised a brow about this. He’d ask her more about this Claude person later. It was better to stay focused for now. “I think we’re getting a little off topic now. Why do you want to help us anyways Peter? What’s in it for you?”
“…Well, I will admit, I would feel better knowing you weren’t out killing people, I’m not going to lie about that, but there’s more to it than that. All of our lives have been thrown into disarray by the plans of my parents and the Company and everyone involved in that. You two are prime examples of this. You deserve a chance to make your own future.”
Elle looked at Peter and then looked at Sylar, tugging him aside. She leaned up whisper to him. “Do you really think we can do it? Be parents? Be happy? Normal?”
Sylar hesitated, tensing up at that question. “I don’t know.” He said honestly. “After I killed you, I was sure I never would have the chance to be normal, that I didn’t want that anymore. But I don’t know anymore. I just…I don’t know. I usually understand everything, but this…this is all new to me. But..I think maybe we could be happy that way. And if you are going to have that child, we owe it to them to try, don’t we?”
Elle thought for a moment of her own childhood, the experiments, the loneliness. The longing she had always had for a real family. That’s why she always envied Claire so much. Because her Daddy had loved her enough to protect her. “I guess we do.” She turned back to Peter, speaking in her normal tone. “We’ll give you a try, Petey, but if you try to screw us over, we’ll make you regret it, and you know we will.”
He nodded, trying not to dwell on her threat too much. He would have been more surprised if she hadn’t threatened him, really. “Now all we have to do is convince my mother not to interfere anymore.”
Sylar laughed dryly. “Somehow, I think that’s easier said than done”
Pairing/Characters: Sylar/Elle, Angela, Hatian, others.
Rating: NC-17 (For chapter 4 and 8)
Summary: Elle is brought back to life to serve a purpose for the Company, but is it a service she wants to perform? Does she even have a choice? AU after 3x12 "Our Father". Chapter 13: Peter has his private talk with Elle and Gablar.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Silence is not the way
We need to talk about it
If heaven is on the way
Well wrap the world around it
-“Letting The Cables Sleep” Bush
Elle waited until Noah and Angela had exited the room to turn to Peter, the electricity dying down from her hands. Sylar’s hands rubbing her shoulders had helped her cool down a little, at least for now. “So what did you want, Petey?” She asked.
Sylar raised a brow at the nickname, unsure of how he felt about that. She never gave him any nickname like that. Was that good or bad? It was probably best not to dwell on that too much for now.
Peter had been busy moving the Hatian to one of the couches and removing the tranq dart from his neck as his mother and Noah were leaving. He was a nurse after all, and he couldn’t help but make sure the man was at least lying comfortably while he was knocked out. He looked up at the other two, taking a deep breath. He knew he would have to word things carefully to win them over. They deserved a chance for happiness, the happiness he saw in the future. He didn’t know where Elle had been that day, but he was positive she was little Noah’s mother.
“Did your mother put you up to this?” Sylar asked, keeping one of his arms wrapped around the waist of the still on edge Elle. He wanted to believe Peter was telling the truth, that he really just wanted to help them, but the paranoid part of him refused to accept the information so easily. Anytime someone tried to “help” him in the past, it had blown up in his face. Why would it be any different this time? It was hard enough, even trying to convince himself to trust Elle, could he really allow Peter in too?
Peter shook his head at that. “No. Mom’s probably hoping I convince you to stay with the company or something like that, who knows what crazy plans she has. I don’t want any part of that. But I’ve seen your future. You were happy. Your kid was happy. I want to help you however I can.”
“And just how do you expect to help us?” Elle asked, her voice was still tense. Though she knew he was essentially a good person, she couldn’t shake off the fact that he had used her in the past. Just letting bygones be bygones had never been one of Elle’s stronger suits, unfortunately. She was still surprised by herself with how easily she had forgiven Sylar once she got her memories back. But she supposed that meant she really loved him. Because if it didn’t mean that, then she didn’t know what it meant.
“However you’ll let me. I can help you learn to deal with your issues,” Peter scratched the back of his neck. “I mean, I’m no expert or anything, but they did give us some psychological training back when I was in nursing school. You’d be amazed at how often it came in handy.” He turned to look over at Sylar. “I know it won’t be easy for you to reform, but we could set up a program for you, something like what they use in twelve step programs like AA.”
“What, you’re going to find other serial killers for me to meet up with and talk through my issues with?” Sylar asked, quirking a curious brow at that. The very idea of such a meeting seemed a little crazy to him. And kind of funny.
Peter laughed at that. “Not exactly. It would probably more like just working with you one on one, but their principles probably wouldn’t be a bad format to follow.” He glanced over to Elle. “You could go through it too, if you wanted.”
“And what if I don’t?” Elle asked, keeping herself pinned at her lover’s side. “I’m sorry to say it Petey, but considering our history, why should I trust you?”
“Who else is going to help you with the baby? And I really mean help you.”
“We could always go to London and leave the baby with Claude. I bet he would take care of it for me. He’d probably make a better parent then we would.” Elle explained with a smug look. Yes, she had already thought of the possibility of giving the child away. How could two murderers like her and Sylar be good parents? Just because Peter was sold on the idea didn’t mean she was.
Peter blinked in confusion at that. “You know Claude? How do you know where he is? I haven’t seen him since he left New York.”
“The Company has ways of finding people, and I knew him because he was one of the only ones who ever treated me decently when I lived in the Company. He treated me like a kid, and not just some sort of lab experiment. I found him in England because that seemed like the logical place for him to go. My powers were shorting out, and I thought he could help me learn to control them again. He tried his best, but I was so messed up at the time, I wasn’t a very good listener.”
Sylar raised a brow about this. He’d ask her more about this Claude person later. It was better to stay focused for now. “I think we’re getting a little off topic now. Why do you want to help us anyways Peter? What’s in it for you?”
“…Well, I will admit, I would feel better knowing you weren’t out killing people, I’m not going to lie about that, but there’s more to it than that. All of our lives have been thrown into disarray by the plans of my parents and the Company and everyone involved in that. You two are prime examples of this. You deserve a chance to make your own future.”
Elle looked at Peter and then looked at Sylar, tugging him aside. She leaned up whisper to him. “Do you really think we can do it? Be parents? Be happy? Normal?”
Sylar hesitated, tensing up at that question. “I don’t know.” He said honestly. “After I killed you, I was sure I never would have the chance to be normal, that I didn’t want that anymore. But I don’t know anymore. I just…I don’t know. I usually understand everything, but this…this is all new to me. But..I think maybe we could be happy that way. And if you are going to have that child, we owe it to them to try, don’t we?”
Elle thought for a moment of her own childhood, the experiments, the loneliness. The longing she had always had for a real family. That’s why she always envied Claire so much. Because her Daddy had loved her enough to protect her. “I guess we do.” She turned back to Peter, speaking in her normal tone. “We’ll give you a try, Petey, but if you try to screw us over, we’ll make you regret it, and you know we will.”
He nodded, trying not to dwell on her threat too much. He would have been more surprised if she hadn’t threatened him, really. “Now all we have to do is convince my mother not to interfere anymore.”
Sylar laughed dryly. “Somehow, I think that’s easier said than done”