Fanfiction: Heroes: Fairytales Tell Tales
Title: Fairytales Tell Tales
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Summary: When her father locked her up in a room inside the Company, she couldn’t help but think of a fairytale she had read as a child of a young beautiful maiden who had been locked up in the highest tower so no one could come see her. (AU)
Author’s note: I’ve been tweaking this for a few weeks now, debating whether it was worth posting or not, and if it was not for the encouragement and help of acinogan, it probably would have sat on my harddrive forever. So if you like it, thank her. And if you don’t like it, blame her. Using this for the “Teammates” prompt at 100heroesfics.
When her father locked her up in a room inside the Company, she couldn’t help but think of a fairytale she had read as a child of a young beautiful maiden who had been locked up in the highest tower so no one could come see her. Rapunzel, the girl’s name had been. But even if a prince came looking for her (and why would he?) she was far from an innocent princess, which is what had landed her in this position to begin with. She didn’t know how she was supposed to let some knight in shining armor up anyways. Her hair wasn’t that long and her body was tiny. How was she supposed to support that kind of weight? Besides, the princesses in those stories always had to rely on the men to save them, and she never quite liked those parts of the story. So she would have to just bide her time, find her own way to escape.
She heard whispers of his name through the slits of the door of her cell. Sylar. The inmates talked of him in reverence, as if he was some sort of god, while the agents all talked in fear about not wanting to be put on his case, as if he was some kind of demon. The more she heard about him, the more Elle found herself intrigued. If she had someone like that by her side, she could do whatever she wanted. Something told her that she would have to keep an eye out for him, see if he ever showed up at the Company (and if he was after powers, eventually he would show up) because she had a feeling he would play a part in her great escape.
It was all just a matter of time.
And she was right: one day, the alarms were going off and there were screams and horrid splats and Elle couldn’t help but smile to herself at the chaos. He had come, finally. She had been waiting so long for him. He wasn’t a knight in shining armor, no, he was so much more than that. He was the Dark Angel Gabriel taking down heaven for those willing to serve at his side. If he helped her escape, she would be more than willing to be his messenger of death.
She stuck her head up against the slits in the door, watching and waiting carefully until she saw him passing by. “If you let me go, I’ll help you escape.”
He paused at her door, raising a brow as if he was intrigued. “And just how does a prisoner such as yourself plan to help me?” he asked, his dark eyes looking her over, sizing her up.
“I wasn’t always a prisoner. I know how to sneak you out without getting noticed,” She smiled a little. “And once the drugs wear off, I can fight too.”
He snorted a little. “I don’t need someone to help me fight.” And yet his eyes didn’t leave hers. They were clouded over with a mixture of lust and curiosity. He was already being drawn in, she just had to seal the deal.
“I’m sure you don’t,” Elle smiled, licking her lips slowly as she watched him. “But it never hurts to have a backup plan, right? Besides, if you keep going the direction you’re heading, you’re going to be found by the agents, including one who will make your pretty little powers useless.”
“Fine, but if you hold me back, I’ll kill you,” He smirked a little twisting his hand so that the door ripped off of the room she was kept in.
Elle smirked as he stepped inside the room and began to carefully remove the IV that had been pumping Haitian juice and who knew what else into her system. “How long should it take for it to fade and for your powers to work again?” He asked with a curious tilt of his head. He paused for a moment as he heard noises in the distance. He grabbed her hand and yanked her out of the cell. “Which way do we go?” he hissed.
“This way,” Elle indicated the direction with a grin spreading across her lips before proceeding to lead him to one of the employee exits. Before he could even use his telekinesis, she brought a hand up and blasted the security box with a wave of blue electricity. “Guess the medicine’s worn off already.” She looked up at Sylar, her eyes twinkling.
“Elle, I really hate to have to do this, but you’ve left me with no choice.”
Elle’s head snapped around to spot her father, eyes widening. She had barely seen him since he locked her up and there he was, standing with his gun pointed at the both of them. “Daddy, you left me with no choice. If you hadn’t locked me up in the first-“
Sylar cut her off, raising a curious brow now as he brought a hand up, knocking the gun out of the man’s hand. “You locked your own daughter up? What kind of parent does a thing like that?” His body twitched slightly, as if something about the situation hit a little closer to home than he would have liked.
“I did what was necessary,” Bob replied calmly. “She would not follow Company policy. I locked her up in the hopes it would teach her how to behave better.”
“She isn’t a trained poodle,” He turned his head to look at Elle now. “Do you care if I kill him?”
Elle glanced at her father, considering the situation for a moment or two. She once would have given her life to defend her father, but it was funny how fickle that loved seemed now. If she turned on Sylar now, her father would only lock her up again. And she wasn’t going back to that mangy cell. So it seemed like sacrifices would have to be made. She shook her head. “Go ahead. Make sure to take his power while you’re at it, as I’ve heard that’s sort of your thing.”
Sylar’s eyes lit up, looking almost like a kid in a candy shop as he brought his hand up, telekinetically choking and holding the man in place so he couldn’t try to escape while they talked. “What kind of power does he have?”
Elle smirked a little in response. “Daddy dearest has the Midas touch. Although I’m betting that by now, he’s wishing he had just turned his daughter into gold.”
“Well, his loss is my gain, I suppose,” Sylar shrugged his shoulder before he began to cut into the other man’s forehead, practically giddy with joy as he began to sort through the brains, looking for the source of the power. While he was working Elle controlled the security end of the situation, shocking anyone who tried to stop them. She had almost forgotten how much fun it was killing people. Almost.
Once he was finished Elle made her way over to his side and grabbed one of his hands, uncaring that it was covered with her father’s blood, and led him out of the building. She sent one more big blast at the building, causing some of the contents to catch on fire before turning to face Sylar once more. “I guess this is almost like a fairytale after all. You’ve rescued me from the tower and helped restore my power to its full glory. And yet…” She took a step closer to him now, boldly placing her hand on his chin. “You seem more like the Big Bad Wolf than Prince Charming.”
He leered wolfishly in response, shrugging his shoulders. “And you’re more like a Siren, trying to lure me in than a Damsel in Distress looking to be rescued, so I suppose we’re pretty even.” He took a step closer to her now, lifting his hand to grasp her hand with his own. “So do I get a kiss, at least? I mean, a lot of men would have just left you in there to rot, and usually, the rescuer at least gets a kiss if not more from the pretty damsel.”
Elle titled her head curiously at that, unable to resist the urge to play coy. “Is that so? Well, I suppose I’ll just have to kiss you then.” And she leaned in, pressing her lips against his. There was a spark between them, literally, as they pulled apart.
“You realize we’re not the type of people who get the normal sort of happily ever after, right?” He asked, brushing his fingers against her cheek.
“Good thing the normal type of happily ever after is way boring, isn’t it? Who wants to rule over a kingdom, stuck in a palace where you’re forced to spawn brats to replace yourself with when we could go out and have as much fun as we want? Screw the storybook ending.” Elle kissed him again. “We’ll make our own.”
And they did.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Summary: When her father locked her up in a room inside the Company, she couldn’t help but think of a fairytale she had read as a child of a young beautiful maiden who had been locked up in the highest tower so no one could come see her. (AU)
Author’s note: I’ve been tweaking this for a few weeks now, debating whether it was worth posting or not, and if it was not for the encouragement and help of acinogan, it probably would have sat on my harddrive forever. So if you like it, thank her. And if you don’t like it, blame her. Using this for the “Teammates” prompt at 100heroesfics.
When her father locked her up in a room inside the Company, she couldn’t help but think of a fairytale she had read as a child of a young beautiful maiden who had been locked up in the highest tower so no one could come see her. Rapunzel, the girl’s name had been. But even if a prince came looking for her (and why would he?) she was far from an innocent princess, which is what had landed her in this position to begin with. She didn’t know how she was supposed to let some knight in shining armor up anyways. Her hair wasn’t that long and her body was tiny. How was she supposed to support that kind of weight? Besides, the princesses in those stories always had to rely on the men to save them, and she never quite liked those parts of the story. So she would have to just bide her time, find her own way to escape.
She heard whispers of his name through the slits of the door of her cell. Sylar. The inmates talked of him in reverence, as if he was some sort of god, while the agents all talked in fear about not wanting to be put on his case, as if he was some kind of demon. The more she heard about him, the more Elle found herself intrigued. If she had someone like that by her side, she could do whatever she wanted. Something told her that she would have to keep an eye out for him, see if he ever showed up at the Company (and if he was after powers, eventually he would show up) because she had a feeling he would play a part in her great escape.
It was all just a matter of time.
And she was right: one day, the alarms were going off and there were screams and horrid splats and Elle couldn’t help but smile to herself at the chaos. He had come, finally. She had been waiting so long for him. He wasn’t a knight in shining armor, no, he was so much more than that. He was the Dark Angel Gabriel taking down heaven for those willing to serve at his side. If he helped her escape, she would be more than willing to be his messenger of death.
She stuck her head up against the slits in the door, watching and waiting carefully until she saw him passing by. “If you let me go, I’ll help you escape.”
He paused at her door, raising a brow as if he was intrigued. “And just how does a prisoner such as yourself plan to help me?” he asked, his dark eyes looking her over, sizing her up.
“I wasn’t always a prisoner. I know how to sneak you out without getting noticed,” She smiled a little. “And once the drugs wear off, I can fight too.”
He snorted a little. “I don’t need someone to help me fight.” And yet his eyes didn’t leave hers. They were clouded over with a mixture of lust and curiosity. He was already being drawn in, she just had to seal the deal.
“I’m sure you don’t,” Elle smiled, licking her lips slowly as she watched him. “But it never hurts to have a backup plan, right? Besides, if you keep going the direction you’re heading, you’re going to be found by the agents, including one who will make your pretty little powers useless.”
“Fine, but if you hold me back, I’ll kill you,” He smirked a little twisting his hand so that the door ripped off of the room she was kept in.
Elle smirked as he stepped inside the room and began to carefully remove the IV that had been pumping Haitian juice and who knew what else into her system. “How long should it take for it to fade and for your powers to work again?” He asked with a curious tilt of his head. He paused for a moment as he heard noises in the distance. He grabbed her hand and yanked her out of the cell. “Which way do we go?” he hissed.
“This way,” Elle indicated the direction with a grin spreading across her lips before proceeding to lead him to one of the employee exits. Before he could even use his telekinesis, she brought a hand up and blasted the security box with a wave of blue electricity. “Guess the medicine’s worn off already.” She looked up at Sylar, her eyes twinkling.
“Elle, I really hate to have to do this, but you’ve left me with no choice.”
Elle’s head snapped around to spot her father, eyes widening. She had barely seen him since he locked her up and there he was, standing with his gun pointed at the both of them. “Daddy, you left me with no choice. If you hadn’t locked me up in the first-“
Sylar cut her off, raising a curious brow now as he brought a hand up, knocking the gun out of the man’s hand. “You locked your own daughter up? What kind of parent does a thing like that?” His body twitched slightly, as if something about the situation hit a little closer to home than he would have liked.
“I did what was necessary,” Bob replied calmly. “She would not follow Company policy. I locked her up in the hopes it would teach her how to behave better.”
“She isn’t a trained poodle,” He turned his head to look at Elle now. “Do you care if I kill him?”
Elle glanced at her father, considering the situation for a moment or two. She once would have given her life to defend her father, but it was funny how fickle that loved seemed now. If she turned on Sylar now, her father would only lock her up again. And she wasn’t going back to that mangy cell. So it seemed like sacrifices would have to be made. She shook her head. “Go ahead. Make sure to take his power while you’re at it, as I’ve heard that’s sort of your thing.”
Sylar’s eyes lit up, looking almost like a kid in a candy shop as he brought his hand up, telekinetically choking and holding the man in place so he couldn’t try to escape while they talked. “What kind of power does he have?”
Elle smirked a little in response. “Daddy dearest has the Midas touch. Although I’m betting that by now, he’s wishing he had just turned his daughter into gold.”
“Well, his loss is my gain, I suppose,” Sylar shrugged his shoulder before he began to cut into the other man’s forehead, practically giddy with joy as he began to sort through the brains, looking for the source of the power. While he was working Elle controlled the security end of the situation, shocking anyone who tried to stop them. She had almost forgotten how much fun it was killing people. Almost.
Once he was finished Elle made her way over to his side and grabbed one of his hands, uncaring that it was covered with her father’s blood, and led him out of the building. She sent one more big blast at the building, causing some of the contents to catch on fire before turning to face Sylar once more. “I guess this is almost like a fairytale after all. You’ve rescued me from the tower and helped restore my power to its full glory. And yet…” She took a step closer to him now, boldly placing her hand on his chin. “You seem more like the Big Bad Wolf than Prince Charming.”
He leered wolfishly in response, shrugging his shoulders. “And you’re more like a Siren, trying to lure me in than a Damsel in Distress looking to be rescued, so I suppose we’re pretty even.” He took a step closer to her now, lifting his hand to grasp her hand with his own. “So do I get a kiss, at least? I mean, a lot of men would have just left you in there to rot, and usually, the rescuer at least gets a kiss if not more from the pretty damsel.”
Elle titled her head curiously at that, unable to resist the urge to play coy. “Is that so? Well, I suppose I’ll just have to kiss you then.” And she leaned in, pressing her lips against his. There was a spark between them, literally, as they pulled apart.
“You realize we’re not the type of people who get the normal sort of happily ever after, right?” He asked, brushing his fingers against her cheek.
“Good thing the normal type of happily ever after is way boring, isn’t it? Who wants to rule over a kingdom, stuck in a palace where you’re forced to spawn brats to replace yourself with when we could go out and have as much fun as we want? Screw the storybook ending.” Elle kissed him again. “We’ll make our own.”
And they did.