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TITLE: Deceit 7/?
AUTHOR: dragynflies
PAIRING: Elle/Gabriel
RATING: R for content
DISCLAIMER: Heroes cast is not mine.
SUMMARY: Elle’s left Gabriel to go back to the Company, trying to find some place to stay. Gabriel’s got his powers back, and he’s a little crabby. Plus, their kid is already creating trouble from inside the womb.
Is anyone still interested in this one, or should I be working on something else?
Eternal gratitude to cruiscin_lan for all kinds of stuff.
Elle isn’t sure what she expected would happen when she got to the Company, but it wasn’t exactly this. She thought she’d at least have a chance to plead her case to Angela Petrelli, or maybe she’d run into Peter or Claire, someone that knows her enough to maybe give her two minutes of their time.
She paces in front of the protective window of her cell in Level Five, peering out and trying to see if she recognizes anyone. It’s been a long time since she’s been here, so she’s not really surprised that she doesn’t. She meets the eyes of the man in the cell across from her, and he smirks at her, appraising her until he notices her protruding belly, then rolls his eyes and turns his back.
Elle isn’t used to men looking away from her, and it makes her resent the baby a little bit more.
She’s not sure how long she’s been down there; she’s counted five meals so she’s guessing it's been a day and a half when little Claire comes to stand in front of her window.
“Elle Bishop,” she says, and she sounds way too superior for someone so young.
Elle resists the urge to roll her eyes and instead comes to stand in front of the window to look at Claire. Claire with her pretty curled hair and cute little clothes just makes Elle feel more disgusting, still in the outfit she’d had on when she left Gabriel’s apartment.
“Claire…” she hates asking for help. Doesn’t even know how to do it right.
“How’d you get yourself caught?” Claire smirks, clearly content to see Elle behind protective glass.
“I walked in the front door, Cheerleader. Look, can you listen to me? I came because…I came because I need help.”
“We’ve known that for a long time, Elle,” Claire says dryly, crossing her arms over her pink shirt.
Elle slaps her hand against the glass, pleased to see that Claire still jumps, “Pompom, I can’t even spark. I’m not a damn threat to anyone. I need to talk to Angela.”
Claire rolls her eyes, “Sure, right, everyone else got their powers back but you didn’t. Because you’re so special and different and…”
“Knocked up,” Elle interrupts, “and baby doesn’t like my power.”
Claire’s eyes widen a little, “Your baby suppresses powers?”
“Just mine, so far. I don’t know…” Elle shrugs, she really doesn’t know. Claire is looking contemplative, and Elle thinks just for a second she’s finally made her listen, but then the cheerleader turns heel and takes off down the hallway without another word.
“Shit,” Elle mutters, and drops back down to the little metal cot. She’s going to be in this damn cell for way longer than she anticipated.
Claire surprises her by reappearing with Peter not an hour later, and they’re staring at Elle through the glass like she’s a zoo exhibit. She doesn’t like it, but there’s not a damn thing she can do about it.
She doesn’t like feeling powerless.
“Are you having a boy?” Peter demands, and Elle raises an eyebrow and shrugs.
“You locked me in a cell in Level Five to find out what I’m having? What, are you gonna throw me a baby shower? Need to know what color streamers to get?”
Peter ignores her (he’s getting good at that) and instead throws another demand at her, “Show me your power,” he snaps, and he sounds so commanding that Elle opens her palm and weakly sparks before she even realizes she’s doing it.
Peter looks like he knows more than he’s letting on, and he murmurs something to Claire that Elle can’t hear. Go tell Angela.
Claire takes off and Peter stares Elle down through the sheet of indestructible glass, “Not so much fun being on the other side, is it?”
“Nothing worse than what I’m used to,” Elle snips, “I told you once I’d lived here for 16 years. Do you think my room was any better than this?”
“That’s Sylar’s baby,” he says, instead of answering her question.
Elle can’t figure him out. “It is.”
Peter swears, and Elle finally snaps, “What? What do you know?”
Peter shakes his head, “I went to the future. I…I saw some things that I’d rather didn’t happen. I’m trying to prevent them now.”
Before Elle can ask another question, Peter’s gone too.
Claire comes back that day, gives Elle new clothes without speaking to her, and takes off before Elle can try to crack her. Elle changes, wishing for a shower, and then sits back down on the bed, wearing the same grey sweat suit as everyone else.
How come she never seems to be able to make the right decision? She’d been happy at Pinehearst, working with Mohinder, as long as she didn’t think too hard about what would happen with their creations. She’d left that for Gabriel, given him everything, and watched it blow up in her face. She’d thought for sure she could beg some help off Angela, but the second she’d entered the Company doors she’d been picked up and thrown in a damn cell. At least they haven't chained her to the floor.
Elle’s aware that her father didn’t act like other fathers. She’s seen enough TV and enough of Claire and Bennet to know that daddies are supposed to love their little girls, not train them to be killers and agents by their 20th birthdays. But still, she can’t help but wish that her daddy was here.
He’d be angry at her and probably lock her in a room for weeks, but he’d have fixed things. She knows he would have, trusts in him even after everything. Elle curls up on her bed and blinks back the tears, because the last thing she’s going to do now is let anyone see her cry.
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Elle is sick of being looked at like a lab rat, so when Peter and some random doctor come in with an ultrasound machine, she tries as hard as she can to blow the damn thing up. Peter holds down her shoulders until she stops struggling, and the doctor absolutely invades her personal space, yanks up the grey sweatshirt and slides the gooey ultrasound wand over her belly.
“Seriously, what is going on?” she asks Peter. “Why is everyone so interested in my baby?”
“It’s a girl,” the doctor murmurs to Peter and Elle bursts into tears. Fuck being strong, she’s pregnant and tired and upset and now that stupid doctor just took away the one thing she really was looking forward to - her surprise.
“Where’s Sylar?” Peter asks, ignoring her tears and letting up on her shoulders while the doctor pushes the machine out of the room.
Where, indeed. She knows where she left him but it’s been a week now, and who knows where he is. Probably slicing people’s heads open in an attempt to relive the glory days of being a crazy murderer.
Elle might be a little bit angry.
“I don’t know where he is,” she says instead. Not here, not helping her, she knows that much. Everything has gone to hell.
“I don’t believe you.”
“I don’t care.”
“This baby changes everything, Elle. This isn’t what I saw in the future, and now I have to figure out if that’s good or bad.”
Elle yanks her shirt down over her stomach and sits up, glaring at Peter. “What do you mean?”
“In the future I saw…he had a son. A little boy named Noah. He was a good dad…at least from what I saw. But then something happened, and…”
Elle wipes her cheeks, “What happened?”
“Sylar blew up Costa Verde.”
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Gabriel is pretty sure that trashing his apartment has solved nothing, but once he starts, he can’t seem to stop. There’s a pile of smoking books in the corner, he can make out the word “pregnancy” and “baby” on the spines between the burnt parts.
He’s angry and he really doesn’t know what to do. He can feel his powers bubbling under his skin, and he wants Elle home, back in their apartment.
What the hell kind of father is he going to be if this is what happens when he and Elle fight?
And where the hell would she go? He calls Mohinder, but the scientist sounds honest when he tells Gabriel that he hasn’t heard from her. Elle knows how to hide when she wants to, she's good at this.
He could ask his father for help…but even with their most recent interaction, and Arthur’s help in giving him back his abilities, he’s not sure how much he trusts him.
He knows he’s no good at this normal thing when he realizes he doesn’t even have any pictures of Elle, and doesn’t know her well enough to know where she’d go right away. He’s cleaning up the mess, picking up the pieces of the broken vase and the burnt pages of the books when it hits him like a ton of damn bricks just exactly where Elle would go.
Fuck.
AUTHOR: dragynflies
PAIRING: Elle/Gabriel
RATING: R for content
DISCLAIMER: Heroes cast is not mine.
SUMMARY: Elle’s left Gabriel to go back to the Company, trying to find some place to stay. Gabriel’s got his powers back, and he’s a little crabby. Plus, their kid is already creating trouble from inside the womb.
Is anyone still interested in this one, or should I be working on something else?
Eternal gratitude to cruiscin_lan for all kinds of stuff.
Elle isn’t sure what she expected would happen when she got to the Company, but it wasn’t exactly this. She thought she’d at least have a chance to plead her case to Angela Petrelli, or maybe she’d run into Peter or Claire, someone that knows her enough to maybe give her two minutes of their time.
She paces in front of the protective window of her cell in Level Five, peering out and trying to see if she recognizes anyone. It’s been a long time since she’s been here, so she’s not really surprised that she doesn’t. She meets the eyes of the man in the cell across from her, and he smirks at her, appraising her until he notices her protruding belly, then rolls his eyes and turns his back.
Elle isn’t used to men looking away from her, and it makes her resent the baby a little bit more.
She’s not sure how long she’s been down there; she’s counted five meals so she’s guessing it's been a day and a half when little Claire comes to stand in front of her window.
“Elle Bishop,” she says, and she sounds way too superior for someone so young.
Elle resists the urge to roll her eyes and instead comes to stand in front of the window to look at Claire. Claire with her pretty curled hair and cute little clothes just makes Elle feel more disgusting, still in the outfit she’d had on when she left Gabriel’s apartment.
“Claire…” she hates asking for help. Doesn’t even know how to do it right.
“How’d you get yourself caught?” Claire smirks, clearly content to see Elle behind protective glass.
“I walked in the front door, Cheerleader. Look, can you listen to me? I came because…I came because I need help.”
“We’ve known that for a long time, Elle,” Claire says dryly, crossing her arms over her pink shirt.
Elle slaps her hand against the glass, pleased to see that Claire still jumps, “Pompom, I can’t even spark. I’m not a damn threat to anyone. I need to talk to Angela.”
Claire rolls her eyes, “Sure, right, everyone else got their powers back but you didn’t. Because you’re so special and different and…”
“Knocked up,” Elle interrupts, “and baby doesn’t like my power.”
Claire’s eyes widen a little, “Your baby suppresses powers?”
“Just mine, so far. I don’t know…” Elle shrugs, she really doesn’t know. Claire is looking contemplative, and Elle thinks just for a second she’s finally made her listen, but then the cheerleader turns heel and takes off down the hallway without another word.
“Shit,” Elle mutters, and drops back down to the little metal cot. She’s going to be in this damn cell for way longer than she anticipated.
Claire surprises her by reappearing with Peter not an hour later, and they’re staring at Elle through the glass like she’s a zoo exhibit. She doesn’t like it, but there’s not a damn thing she can do about it.
She doesn’t like feeling powerless.
“Are you having a boy?” Peter demands, and Elle raises an eyebrow and shrugs.
“You locked me in a cell in Level Five to find out what I’m having? What, are you gonna throw me a baby shower? Need to know what color streamers to get?”
Peter ignores her (he’s getting good at that) and instead throws another demand at her, “Show me your power,” he snaps, and he sounds so commanding that Elle opens her palm and weakly sparks before she even realizes she’s doing it.
Peter looks like he knows more than he’s letting on, and he murmurs something to Claire that Elle can’t hear. Go tell Angela.
Claire takes off and Peter stares Elle down through the sheet of indestructible glass, “Not so much fun being on the other side, is it?”
“Nothing worse than what I’m used to,” Elle snips, “I told you once I’d lived here for 16 years. Do you think my room was any better than this?”
“That’s Sylar’s baby,” he says, instead of answering her question.
Elle can’t figure him out. “It is.”
Peter swears, and Elle finally snaps, “What? What do you know?”
Peter shakes his head, “I went to the future. I…I saw some things that I’d rather didn’t happen. I’m trying to prevent them now.”
Before Elle can ask another question, Peter’s gone too.
Claire comes back that day, gives Elle new clothes without speaking to her, and takes off before Elle can try to crack her. Elle changes, wishing for a shower, and then sits back down on the bed, wearing the same grey sweat suit as everyone else.
How come she never seems to be able to make the right decision? She’d been happy at Pinehearst, working with Mohinder, as long as she didn’t think too hard about what would happen with their creations. She’d left that for Gabriel, given him everything, and watched it blow up in her face. She’d thought for sure she could beg some help off Angela, but the second she’d entered the Company doors she’d been picked up and thrown in a damn cell. At least they haven't chained her to the floor.
Elle’s aware that her father didn’t act like other fathers. She’s seen enough TV and enough of Claire and Bennet to know that daddies are supposed to love their little girls, not train them to be killers and agents by their 20th birthdays. But still, she can’t help but wish that her daddy was here.
He’d be angry at her and probably lock her in a room for weeks, but he’d have fixed things. She knows he would have, trusts in him even after everything. Elle curls up on her bed and blinks back the tears, because the last thing she’s going to do now is let anyone see her cry.
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Elle is sick of being looked at like a lab rat, so when Peter and some random doctor come in with an ultrasound machine, she tries as hard as she can to blow the damn thing up. Peter holds down her shoulders until she stops struggling, and the doctor absolutely invades her personal space, yanks up the grey sweatshirt and slides the gooey ultrasound wand over her belly.
“Seriously, what is going on?” she asks Peter. “Why is everyone so interested in my baby?”
“It’s a girl,” the doctor murmurs to Peter and Elle bursts into tears. Fuck being strong, she’s pregnant and tired and upset and now that stupid doctor just took away the one thing she really was looking forward to - her surprise.
“Where’s Sylar?” Peter asks, ignoring her tears and letting up on her shoulders while the doctor pushes the machine out of the room.
Where, indeed. She knows where she left him but it’s been a week now, and who knows where he is. Probably slicing people’s heads open in an attempt to relive the glory days of being a crazy murderer.
Elle might be a little bit angry.
“I don’t know where he is,” she says instead. Not here, not helping her, she knows that much. Everything has gone to hell.
“I don’t believe you.”
“I don’t care.”
“This baby changes everything, Elle. This isn’t what I saw in the future, and now I have to figure out if that’s good or bad.”
Elle yanks her shirt down over her stomach and sits up, glaring at Peter. “What do you mean?”
“In the future I saw…he had a son. A little boy named Noah. He was a good dad…at least from what I saw. But then something happened, and…”
Elle wipes her cheeks, “What happened?”
“Sylar blew up Costa Verde.”
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Gabriel is pretty sure that trashing his apartment has solved nothing, but once he starts, he can’t seem to stop. There’s a pile of smoking books in the corner, he can make out the word “pregnancy” and “baby” on the spines between the burnt parts.
He’s angry and he really doesn’t know what to do. He can feel his powers bubbling under his skin, and he wants Elle home, back in their apartment.
What the hell kind of father is he going to be if this is what happens when he and Elle fight?
And where the hell would she go? He calls Mohinder, but the scientist sounds honest when he tells Gabriel that he hasn’t heard from her. Elle knows how to hide when she wants to, she's good at this.
He could ask his father for help…but even with their most recent interaction, and Arthur’s help in giving him back his abilities, he’s not sure how much he trusts him.
He knows he’s no good at this normal thing when he realizes he doesn’t even have any pictures of Elle, and doesn’t know her well enough to know where she’d go right away. He’s cleaning up the mess, picking up the pieces of the broken vase and the burnt pages of the books when it hits him like a ton of damn bricks just exactly where Elle would go.
Fuck.