fic: Mémoire
Title: Mémoire
Fandom: Heroes
Character(s)/Pairing: Elle Bishop, Elle/Gabriel(Sylar), The Haitian, Peter.
Summary/Excerpt: "It's only minutes before she passes out that she realizes he's trying to save her, somehow, and takes seconds for her to realize that she forgives him. Because really, he's the only one whos ever tried to save her, and that has to be worth something."
Chapters: 1/?
She lies on the sandy beach, staring at the stars above her. The pain in her head is excruciating, and she can hardly keep her eyes open. She watches as he paces; running angry hands over his head. He’s muttering, and shouting, constantly telling her, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” and “I am a monster”. She doesn’t quite understand what’s happening, is vaguely aware that he had been lying above her just moments before, beginning to cut her. Finally, he stops, then hurries into action.
He swiftly picks her up, though being extra delicate with her. Her head lolls to the side, resting on his chest. She can feel him running with her, and wonders where he’s taking her. She feels him stop, watches him look around franticly, and takes off running again.
It’s only minutes before she passes out that she realizes he’s trying to save her, somehow, and takes seconds for her to realize that she forgives him.
Because really, he’s the only one who’s ever tried to save her, and that has to be worth something.
She wakes up groggy, with a nasty headache. Her mouth is dry, her throat hurts, and all she wants to do is roll over and go back to sleep. The blanket on top of her is soft, warm, and she’s never felt anything this comfortable before. When she moves her head, snuggling deeper into the pillow, she breathes in the scent of the ocean and oranges. It’s a combination she’s never smelt before, and it delights her, for only a moment. Then, she wonders where the delightful scent is coming from, and then where she actually is. She groans as she moves to get up, her leg is sore, and the movement gives her a head rush.
“Elle? Are you awake?” he calls from another room.
She frowns, wonders if the night before was a terrible nightmare, wonders if they had ran away to a little ocean side house and everything was right with the world. Only, Elle’s not as naive as her father thought, and she finally opens her eyes. Everything is bright, and she blinks her eyes to get used to the light. The bed she lays in is huge; the sheets are all white, plush, big, and heavy. The wall surrounding the room is a mere pane glass, its doors open, bringing in a soft breeze. She smells the ocean, then the oranges once again.
As she stands, a spasm generates up her leg, and she cries out in pain. A small spark travels along her thigh as the pain hits once again. She closes her eyes tight, grinding her teeth together. He hears him run into the room, then feels him help her stand, then guides her back down to the bed gently.
“Elle.”
She looks up for the first time at him; he’s changed his clothes, smells clean. His eyes give him away. They’re soft, sorrowful, apologetic, and remorseful. Elle’s never thought a person’s eyes could give away so much. She has so much to learn.
“You saved me,” she tells him.
Her voice is calm, steady, and not the least bit angry as he expects it to be.
“I’m so sorry, Elle.”
She nods, smiles a bit, kisses the corner of his mouth quickly.
“I know.”
He frowns, shuts his eyes, and speaks softly, broken.
“You…you forgive me?”
She sighs, takes his hand within hers, and rubs soft little circles on his wrist with her thumb.
“Yes.”
He pushes her hand away, stands up fiercely, paces.
“Why? Why would you do that? I tried to kill you, Elle.”
“I know that.” She tells him, and he almost yells at her for being so understanding.
He wants her to shout at him, electrocute him, something to hurt him. Anything. But she doesn’t do any of that. Just stands back up, and limps to the open door. He follows her slowly, watches her as she steps outside. Gabriel thinks he’s never seen anything more beautiful.
Her back is to him, her hands hanging limply at her sides; her eyes closed, hair blowing in the soft wind. Finally, she turns around and regards him with a serious face.
“You saved me, Gabriel. I don’t care what the circumstances were. Nobody’s ever even given me a fighting chance. You did. You brought me back, I don’t care how you did it, or why, but you did. And that’s all that matters. I need to trust you, Gabriel. You’re all I have left now. But I need you to trust yourself first, or this isn’t going to work.”
He sighs, takes her hand, and pulls her to him gently.
“Okay,” he says, and that’s all she needs.
Fandom: Heroes
Character(s)/Pairing: Elle Bishop, Elle/Gabriel(Sylar), The Haitian, Peter.
Summary/Excerpt: "It's only minutes before she passes out that she realizes he's trying to save her, somehow, and takes seconds for her to realize that she forgives him. Because really, he's the only one whos ever tried to save her, and that has to be worth something."
Chapters: 1/?
She lies on the sandy beach, staring at the stars above her. The pain in her head is excruciating, and she can hardly keep her eyes open. She watches as he paces; running angry hands over his head. He’s muttering, and shouting, constantly telling her, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” and “I am a monster”. She doesn’t quite understand what’s happening, is vaguely aware that he had been lying above her just moments before, beginning to cut her. Finally, he stops, then hurries into action.
He swiftly picks her up, though being extra delicate with her. Her head lolls to the side, resting on his chest. She can feel him running with her, and wonders where he’s taking her. She feels him stop, watches him look around franticly, and takes off running again.
It’s only minutes before she passes out that she realizes he’s trying to save her, somehow, and takes seconds for her to realize that she forgives him.
Because really, he’s the only one who’s ever tried to save her, and that has to be worth something.
She wakes up groggy, with a nasty headache. Her mouth is dry, her throat hurts, and all she wants to do is roll over and go back to sleep. The blanket on top of her is soft, warm, and she’s never felt anything this comfortable before. When she moves her head, snuggling deeper into the pillow, she breathes in the scent of the ocean and oranges. It’s a combination she’s never smelt before, and it delights her, for only a moment. Then, she wonders where the delightful scent is coming from, and then where she actually is. She groans as she moves to get up, her leg is sore, and the movement gives her a head rush.
“Elle? Are you awake?” he calls from another room.
She frowns, wonders if the night before was a terrible nightmare, wonders if they had ran away to a little ocean side house and everything was right with the world. Only, Elle’s not as naive as her father thought, and she finally opens her eyes. Everything is bright, and she blinks her eyes to get used to the light. The bed she lays in is huge; the sheets are all white, plush, big, and heavy. The wall surrounding the room is a mere pane glass, its doors open, bringing in a soft breeze. She smells the ocean, then the oranges once again.
As she stands, a spasm generates up her leg, and she cries out in pain. A small spark travels along her thigh as the pain hits once again. She closes her eyes tight, grinding her teeth together. He hears him run into the room, then feels him help her stand, then guides her back down to the bed gently.
“Elle.”
She looks up for the first time at him; he’s changed his clothes, smells clean. His eyes give him away. They’re soft, sorrowful, apologetic, and remorseful. Elle’s never thought a person’s eyes could give away so much. She has so much to learn.
“You saved me,” she tells him.
Her voice is calm, steady, and not the least bit angry as he expects it to be.
“I’m so sorry, Elle.”
She nods, smiles a bit, kisses the corner of his mouth quickly.
“I know.”
He frowns, shuts his eyes, and speaks softly, broken.
“You…you forgive me?”
She sighs, takes his hand within hers, and rubs soft little circles on his wrist with her thumb.
“Yes.”
He pushes her hand away, stands up fiercely, paces.
“Why? Why would you do that? I tried to kill you, Elle.”
“I know that.” She tells him, and he almost yells at her for being so understanding.
He wants her to shout at him, electrocute him, something to hurt him. Anything. But she doesn’t do any of that. Just stands back up, and limps to the open door. He follows her slowly, watches her as she steps outside. Gabriel thinks he’s never seen anything more beautiful.
Her back is to him, her hands hanging limply at her sides; her eyes closed, hair blowing in the soft wind. Finally, she turns around and regards him with a serious face.
“You saved me, Gabriel. I don’t care what the circumstances were. Nobody’s ever even given me a fighting chance. You did. You brought me back, I don’t care how you did it, or why, but you did. And that’s all that matters. I need to trust you, Gabriel. You’re all I have left now. But I need you to trust yourself first, or this isn’t going to work.”
He sighs, takes her hand, and pulls her to him gently.
“Okay,” he says, and that’s all she needs.