Fanfiction: Heroes: Enough For Now
Title: Enough For Now
Rating: R
Pairing: Elle/Gabriel
Summary: Takes place in the 3x04 IAMD universe. After Noah’s death, Gabriel and Elle are finding it harder and harder to cope with life without their son.
Warnings: Character deaths. Dark subject matter. SADFIC
Author’s note: This is an expansion of one of the drabbles I wrote for that music fic meme. I really liked the idea when I originally wrote it, but I wanted to expand on it, and explore it a little more. I swear, I’ll try to get something done for one of my WiPs soon, I’ve just been having major writer’s block with them both.
Gabriel thought of writing a note first, or something, anything, but what was there to say? He knew he couldn’t justify his actions. They were cowardly, at the very best. But then again, Elle had been out on a mission at the time. She hadn’t watched Knox feed on Noah’s fear, crushing him, unable to do anything to stop it. She hadn’t held her dead son in her arms, knowing that he’d never come back. She hadn’t killed hundreds of people in an explosion made of grief and rage. Even though they had moved out of the destroyed remains of Costa Verde, the memories that had been built there still haunted him all the time. He had nightmares of it constantly, he barely slept anymore. Eating turned his stomach. He couldn’t even cry over it, he just felt hollow, like a shell of his former self.
And that’s why he used his fingers to lift the gun up with his telekinesis, moving it so it was pressed at the back of his head. One shot, and he wouldn’t feel anything anymore. Elle would probably hate him, but she seemed to already. She had been cold and distant since Noah’s death, like she blamed him for it. She had once asked him in tear streaked rage why he hadn’t tried to use his blood to save him. And when his answer was that he hadn’t even thought about it, Elle didn’t speak to him for over a week. Every time she looked at him, it seemed like she was silently blaming him for their son’s death. Not that he held it against her. He blamed himself for it too.
He had tried to kill himself once before, after his first kill. He had made a noose and tried to hang, but then Elle saved him. But he knew she couldn’t save him now. If he continued to live, letting this guilt consume him, he wasn’t sure what would happen. He refused to let Sylar come to life again. He had worked too hard to become that monster again. But without Noah around, fighting it was getting harder and harder. All he could think of was getting revenge on Claire and anyone else involved in Noah’s death. But he wouldn’t do that. He refused. And he was going to take any means necessary.
He closed his eyes and moved his fingers, pulling the trigger with his telekinesis. As the bullet when into the back of his skull, hitting his weak spot, blood splattered all over the wall of their apartment in Queens, the one he had abandoned so many years ago that they had escaped to in order to get away from Costa Verde. His last thoughts were filled with wondering what would happen to Elle and things like that, but mostly, they were thoughts of relief more than anything else. At least the guilt would be over now, finally. He didn’t know if there was a heaven or hell, but if there was he hoped he had redeemed himself to see his son again in the afterlife, that’s all he really wanted.
~*~*~*~*~
Elle had been out running some errands for most of the day, picking up a peach pie for her husband before coming home to their apartment. They had been arguing a lot lately, things having been more than just a little rough since Noah died. She wanted to let him know that despite the tension, she still loved him. She didn’t blame him for Noah’s death, not really. She was just hurt, and confused, and angry at herself for having not been there to do anything either.
But as soon as she walked into the apartment, she found her husband’s corpse on the floor and she let out a shriek, the pie falling down to splat all over the floor. She knew he had been going through a rough time, but she had never imagined it was this bad. Her eyes filled with tears as she struggled between feeling crushed and more enraged than she had ever felt in her life.
How could he just give up and leave her like this, with not even a note or an explanation? It wasn’t fair. Losing Noah had been hard enough, almost unbearable, but to lose Gabriel on top of it? She didn’t know what to do. She was sobbing so hard that her body began to crackle with electricity from the unbridled emotion, and it made the tears literally sting and hurt, but she didn’t care. No physical pain could hurt as much as the emotional pain that was plaguing her now.
For a moment, for the first time, she wished her father was there to comfort her. But as soon as the thought crossed her mind she realized how ridiculous that very thought was. Her father wouldn’t have cared. He would have just told her to stop crying and get over it. Her father had never been the comforting type. The only one who had ever comforted her was Gabriel. And now she was alone, longing for his arms to envelope her and tell her everything would be okay. But they wouldn’t be. His corpse was lifeless and cold on the ground, with a bullet in the back of his head, his only weak spot. No one would comfort her now.
She spotted the gun on the ground and bent down to pick it up, spinning it a few times as she weighed her options. What did she really have now? Her son was dead and her husband too. She could throw herself back into her work at the Company, but it hardly seemed worth it. She knew anything after this would be a hollow existence, one that was hardly worth living. And who wanted to live a half life? What was the point in that? Elle couldn’t see one that was for certain.
With that in mind, she pressed the cold muzzle of the gun to her temple, blue eyes fluttering closed. Without another moment’s hesitation she pulled the trigger, and the bullet ripped through her skull. Her blood splattered across the wall, covering over Gabriel’s. As she slumped onto the ground, falling down next to her husband, her last thoughts were that of relief.
In death she’d be reunited with him and Noah again, and that’s all that really mattered.
Rating: R
Pairing: Elle/Gabriel
Summary: Takes place in the 3x04 IAMD universe. After Noah’s death, Gabriel and Elle are finding it harder and harder to cope with life without their son.
Warnings: Character deaths. Dark subject matter. SADFIC
Author’s note: This is an expansion of one of the drabbles I wrote for that music fic meme. I really liked the idea when I originally wrote it, but I wanted to expand on it, and explore it a little more. I swear, I’ll try to get something done for one of my WiPs soon, I’ve just been having major writer’s block with them both.
Gabriel thought of writing a note first, or something, anything, but what was there to say? He knew he couldn’t justify his actions. They were cowardly, at the very best. But then again, Elle had been out on a mission at the time. She hadn’t watched Knox feed on Noah’s fear, crushing him, unable to do anything to stop it. She hadn’t held her dead son in her arms, knowing that he’d never come back. She hadn’t killed hundreds of people in an explosion made of grief and rage. Even though they had moved out of the destroyed remains of Costa Verde, the memories that had been built there still haunted him all the time. He had nightmares of it constantly, he barely slept anymore. Eating turned his stomach. He couldn’t even cry over it, he just felt hollow, like a shell of his former self.
And that’s why he used his fingers to lift the gun up with his telekinesis, moving it so it was pressed at the back of his head. One shot, and he wouldn’t feel anything anymore. Elle would probably hate him, but she seemed to already. She had been cold and distant since Noah’s death, like she blamed him for it. She had once asked him in tear streaked rage why he hadn’t tried to use his blood to save him. And when his answer was that he hadn’t even thought about it, Elle didn’t speak to him for over a week. Every time she looked at him, it seemed like she was silently blaming him for their son’s death. Not that he held it against her. He blamed himself for it too.
He had tried to kill himself once before, after his first kill. He had made a noose and tried to hang, but then Elle saved him. But he knew she couldn’t save him now. If he continued to live, letting this guilt consume him, he wasn’t sure what would happen. He refused to let Sylar come to life again. He had worked too hard to become that monster again. But without Noah around, fighting it was getting harder and harder. All he could think of was getting revenge on Claire and anyone else involved in Noah’s death. But he wouldn’t do that. He refused. And he was going to take any means necessary.
He closed his eyes and moved his fingers, pulling the trigger with his telekinesis. As the bullet when into the back of his skull, hitting his weak spot, blood splattered all over the wall of their apartment in Queens, the one he had abandoned so many years ago that they had escaped to in order to get away from Costa Verde. His last thoughts were filled with wondering what would happen to Elle and things like that, but mostly, they were thoughts of relief more than anything else. At least the guilt would be over now, finally. He didn’t know if there was a heaven or hell, but if there was he hoped he had redeemed himself to see his son again in the afterlife, that’s all he really wanted.
~*~*~*~*~
Elle had been out running some errands for most of the day, picking up a peach pie for her husband before coming home to their apartment. They had been arguing a lot lately, things having been more than just a little rough since Noah died. She wanted to let him know that despite the tension, she still loved him. She didn’t blame him for Noah’s death, not really. She was just hurt, and confused, and angry at herself for having not been there to do anything either.
But as soon as she walked into the apartment, she found her husband’s corpse on the floor and she let out a shriek, the pie falling down to splat all over the floor. She knew he had been going through a rough time, but she had never imagined it was this bad. Her eyes filled with tears as she struggled between feeling crushed and more enraged than she had ever felt in her life.
How could he just give up and leave her like this, with not even a note or an explanation? It wasn’t fair. Losing Noah had been hard enough, almost unbearable, but to lose Gabriel on top of it? She didn’t know what to do. She was sobbing so hard that her body began to crackle with electricity from the unbridled emotion, and it made the tears literally sting and hurt, but she didn’t care. No physical pain could hurt as much as the emotional pain that was plaguing her now.
For a moment, for the first time, she wished her father was there to comfort her. But as soon as the thought crossed her mind she realized how ridiculous that very thought was. Her father wouldn’t have cared. He would have just told her to stop crying and get over it. Her father had never been the comforting type. The only one who had ever comforted her was Gabriel. And now she was alone, longing for his arms to envelope her and tell her everything would be okay. But they wouldn’t be. His corpse was lifeless and cold on the ground, with a bullet in the back of his head, his only weak spot. No one would comfort her now.
She spotted the gun on the ground and bent down to pick it up, spinning it a few times as she weighed her options. What did she really have now? Her son was dead and her husband too. She could throw herself back into her work at the Company, but it hardly seemed worth it. She knew anything after this would be a hollow existence, one that was hardly worth living. And who wanted to live a half life? What was the point in that? Elle couldn’t see one that was for certain.
With that in mind, she pressed the cold muzzle of the gun to her temple, blue eyes fluttering closed. Without another moment’s hesitation she pulled the trigger, and the bullet ripped through her skull. Her blood splattered across the wall, covering over Gabriel’s. As she slumped onto the ground, falling down next to her husband, her last thoughts were that of relief.
In death she’d be reunited with him and Noah again, and that’s all that really mattered.