Use What God Gave You (Mylar/Eclaire Fic)
Title: Use What God Gave You
Rating: R for swears, violence, and lewd suggestions
Characters: Sylar, Mohinder, and Molly. Noah, Claire, and Elle (teams of three)
Genre: Speculative Volume III
Pairings: Mylar and Eclaire (please squint)
Word Count: 1,727
Warnings: Watch Heroes, Seasons 1 AND 2. Otherwise, it’s not safe here for you here.
Disclaimer: If any of us owned Heroes, Claude would not have left.
Summary: Mayhem at the Company! Femmeslash? Perhaps!
My Thoughts: I know I haven’t posted any slash in forever and I haven’t been reading fics but I was at a funeral last week and tomorrow/today play rehearsals begin. This was mostly written between nine-in-the-afternoon and one-in-the-morning, so bear with my mistakes and please point them out, I had no time for a beta! (Just you wait, aussievamp …)
THIS IS A ONE-SHOT!
Femmeslash peppered throughout … if you’re lucky I’ll find a way to include Claire and Elle’s Motel-Scene in some other fic …
(I’m posting a lot more stuff tonight: prepare to be BOMBARDED with bad Doctor/Master fanfiction!)
“If memory serves, that’s the alarm that sounds when all the high-security prisoners have been set free.” Noah Bennet was looking up at the blinking red light on the ceiling with mild interest, as if the shrill siren was a rerun of a favorite TV show.
“High-security prisoners?” Elle asked, sounding a bit nervous. “Like … like all of them?”
Noah nodded, standing up and stretching. “Going to do something about it, Elle?”
She faltered. “I … uh …” she yanked the door open and looked down the hallway warily. “Come with me!” she ordered, her old confidence trickling back.
Noah smiled grimly and followed, pocketing his bouncy-ball.
~*~
Molly whimpered. Her arm had been broken when that … woman (in the flickering light of the hallway Mohinder had had the wild thought it was Kali, the Destroyer) had thrown them into a wall. Actually, she’d thrown them into several walls, which was why the hallway was so trashed. Miraculously, Mohinder had only received a severe knock on the head (but no concussion as far as he could tell) and bruises and cuts, even after shielding Molly’s body when the ceiling caved. After that two small, shrieking things had distracted the woman from Mohinder and Molly and no one had bothered them since.
“Molly …” he whispered. “Can you find that woman who threw us around?”
“I … I think so …” she squeaked. There was a long, tense pause, then she breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s ok, she’s gone, those … those two monsters killed her … eww, it’s really gross …”
Mohinder held back a gulp. “And … what happened to the two monsters?”
Molly took a deep breath. “Um … they’re dead too … wait … oh no, Mohinder!”
Mohinder hugged her tighter. “What is it?” he asked. What now?
“He’s here! The Boo-” she stopped abruptly.
Mohinder heard footsteps. A cold, sinking feeling spread down through his beaten, tense body.
Suddenly the chunks of ceiling were yanked away and Mohinder was torn from Molly’s side and hurled through the air. He landed, hard, on what remained of the floor in front of a pair of dusty black shoes.
“Mohinder Suresh …” a very familiar voice drawled.
~*~
“Daddy!”
Bob Bishop lay on the floor of his office, sightless eyes staring up through his blood-stained glasses.
Elle knelt down on the floor and wrapped her arms around herself. “No … no no no no no …” she moaned, rocking back and forth.
Noah was busy logging into Bob’s computer and scanning the security footage. “Shit …” he muttered, watching the destructing and mayhem that was taking over the facility. He hastily began sending all the Company’s files to various e-mail addresses he’d invented during his time with Hana.
“Sylar …”
Noah looked up. Elle was standing up now, a terrifying light in her eyes. “Sylar did this. It had to have been. He’s here. I’m gonna find him and make him scream.”
As tempting as the idea of Elle and Sylar battling it out was - it would distract both long enough to let Noah escape - Noah was still faced with a complex full of violent and insane ‘specials,’ many of whom had personal vendettas against Noah himself. He needed protection.
It was times like these that he missed Claude.
“Elle, there’ll be time for that after we’ve gotten everyone out of here. This place is a warzone and we need to preserve what little is left.” he hit ‘send’ one last time.
“You’re not the boss of me!” Elle snapped, sparks dancing from her fingertips.
Noah glanced pointedly at Bob’s body, snatched a gun from the drawer, and loaded it. “I’ve just been promoted.”
~*~
Mohinder slowly pushed himself up onto his knees, tilting his head up to look death in the face.
Sylar had changed since he’d taken Mohinder, Molly, and Maya hostage a month ago. He was wearing a knee-length black jacket, there was a new scar slicing across his right eyebrow, and his hands were dripping blood.
Behind Mohinder, Molly shrank back in the rubble and gave a small squeak.
Sylar was looking over Mohinder appraisingly, then glanced over at Molly.
“I suppose you want to bring the girl along?”
Mohinder gaped at him. “What?”
Sylar stalked over to Molly who recoiled at once. “Please don’t!” she begged, tears brimming in her eyes
“Leave her alone!” Mohinder roared, launching himself at Sylar, only to find himself suspended in the air by an invisible force.
Sylar turned to the cowering Molly. “I’m not going to hurt you, little one …” he said in what he probably intended to be a kind voice, seizing Molly’s broken arm with his bloody hand.
~*~
“You know how daddy always said if you cooperated with us, the Company wouldn’t go after Claire?”
Elle and Noah were creeping along a hallway towards the stairs. Noah glanced at Elle. “Yeah, and …?”
Elle looked down at her feet. “Daddy was a liar.”
Noah seized Elle and slammed her into the wall. “Claire is in this building?!” he roared silently (a difficult skill to master.)
Elle nodded. “Daddy kept her waaaaaay down in the basement so you’d never find her. We only nabbed her two days ago, the experiments haven’t been so bad … they were supposed to step up tomorrow …” her voice trailed off pathetically.
Noah glared and let go of Elle. “Take me to her.”
Elle nodded eagerly. “Sure thing, boss!” she trilled, zapping a large, burly man with glowing hands who’d suddenly appeared through a doorway.
~*~
Molly rubbed her newly-healed arm, staring up at Sylar. “You …”
“You’re welcome,” Sylar said, ‘letting’ Mohinder go and peering down a corridor.
Molly ran over to Mohinder, who hugged her tightly.
Sylar eyed them distastefully. “Come on, doctor … and keep that GPS close. If we loose her I’m not turning back.”
Mohinder finally found his voice. “Why are you … helping us?”
Sylar whirled on Mohinder, once again resembling the terrifying monster Mohinder was used to. Molly shrank back in alarm.
“You aren’t meant to die in a place like this, doctor. Unless you want to wait around for some psychotic cretin to finish you off, I suggest you come with me.”
Mohinder wasn’t satisfied. “Why should I trust you?”
Sylar rolled his eyes. “I haven’t killed you yet, have I?” and with that he turned on his heel and began to stride (cautiously) down the next corridor.
“Mohinder,” Molly gulped. “He’s the only one who can protect us from the other monsters …”
Mohinder stood up and took Molly’s hand. “You’re right … but that doesn’t mean I trust him.”
Mohinder reluctantly hurried after Sylar, Molly jogging to keep up.
~*~
Elle had shocked the elevator back online and was now melting the door to Claire’s cell.
“Hurry …” Noah glanced from side to side. They’d been making an awful lot of noise and hadn’t encountered anyone yet, but, then again, he suspected everyone had moved up from these lower levels. Or he hoped so.
CLANG.
“There we go!” Elle kicked door in and stepped inside. “Hey there, Claire-bear …”
“What’re you doing here?” snapped Claire’s voice.
Noah finished checking around and ran inside.
“Dad?!” Claire raced forward and hugged him. “Oh god, dad … they …” she burst into tears.
“It’s going to be ok, Claire-bear,” Noah patted her head. Elle stared at them quizzically. “Someone let all the high-security prisoners free, though, this place is a mess, we’ve got to get out of here fast.”
Claire looked over his shoulder at Elle. “Is that why you’re with her?” she spat.
Noah drew out of his embrace with his daughter, planting his hands on her shoulders. “Elle is as much a victim as you are. And she recognizes that I’m the most senior member of the Company left.” he turned to Elle. “Should we chance the elevator again or take the stairs?”
Elle’s mouth twisted indecisively. “Stairs this time …”
Noah nodded and glanced at his daughter. “Up for a climb?”
Claire crossed her arms and followed him out into the hallway, shooting Elle a nasty look as she passed.
Elle smiled sweetly in return.
~*~
Mohinder squeezed Molly’s hand, wondering if he could somehow manage to distract Sylar long enough to crash the Nissan Rouge they were currently speeding in. It was a terrible thing to ponder but now that he was out of the ‘choose the devil you know over the devil you don’t’ situation he and Sylar were back at square one. If there had ever been a square one with him and Sylar.
“Do you have a plan, or are you just making this up as you go along?” Mohinder asked tentatively.
“I always have a plan.” Sylar snapped from the driver’s seat, passing a mini-cooper that was obeying the speed limit. “1: take down the Company. 2: find you. 3: bring you with me on another road trip. 4: find a motel.”
Mohinder blinked, confused. “What’s the motel got to do with anything?”
Sylar laughed. “I’d rather not discuss that in front of the little one, doctor.”
Mohinder felt like he’d been doused in ice water.
~*~
Claire sat in the back of her father’s car and tried to process it all. Being captured, spending almost three days in a cell, being rescued by her father, and now, traveling with a sadist who - while they were climbing over hunks of rubble and bodies on the staircase - had been checking out Claire’s ass.
The last bit was definitely the most disturbing, because Claire wasn’t all that sure she minded. Well, she minded the bit about Elle being a murdering freak, but she didn’t mind the fact that Elle was, well, a girl.
A rather attractive girl.
Claire shook her head. No. She was not going to think like that! Think about boys: Brody, Zach, West … rapist, gay, big mistake.
Claire squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on how she’d felt when she and West had been kissing on the couch. Did that count, though? Really, deep down, she’d been thinking about May, the captain of the cheerleading squad …
“Something wrong, Claire-bear?”
Claire’s eyes snapped open. Elle was looking at her with forced-concern barely masking gleeful-hope.
“Don’t call me ‘Claire-bear.’” she growled, glaring at the ever-sunny Elle.