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TITLE: Deceit 9
AUTHOR: dragynflies
PAIRING: Elle/Gabriel
RATING: PG 13
DISCLAIMER: Heroes cast is not mine.
SUMMARY: Gabriel rocks his ass off in Pinehearst, and Elle & Gabriel’s daughter decides who’s in charge now, bitches. : ) Oh - and Angela and Arthur are Gabriel’s parents in this one. It’s how I roll.
I didn't want to leave this unfinished...there are probably a couple more parts coming yet.
Thank you to cruiscin_lan for beta'ing this while writing her paper.
Elle has yet to see hide or hair of Angela Petrelli, but she’s about sick to death of Angela’s son and granddaughter.
She’s given up on Claire; the girl is clearly too happy to have Elle behind glass and can’t seem to be convinced to care about her soon to be cousin, who’s really the cause of most of these problems.
Peter brings her meals, Claire brings her clothes, and Gabriel’s bringing her nightmares every fucking night.
She wakes up drenched in sweat (maybe it’s a good thing she can’t spark) and screaming for her baby. In every dream, someone else is trying to take her away - but the child is always the same. A little girl with hair so blonde it’s nearly white and huge brown eyes. And she only ever screams for help from Daddy.
Elle has never really known what love is supposed to feel like. She knows what it’s supposed to look like; has seen movies and TV and read books. She might learn to really love Gabriel, but she realizes he might not understand love either.
She’s seen Bennet die to protect Claire.
And now, lying on the hard metal cot in her own little cell in Level Five, she’s pretty sure she has finally figured out what love is, and she knows that she’ll do anything to keep her daughter safe.
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It’s been another week and Arthur has yet to make a move. He’s less impulsive than his children, more calculating. It helps that he doesn’t care if Elle suffers, and that he knows Angela won’t do anything to jeopardize the life of the child by putting Elle into labor early.
Gabriel is climbing the walls, and he’s about ready to break into Primatech himself. He’s done it before; he’s sure he can do it again.
So he does. It’s surprisingly easy with his bag of tricks - Elle’s electricity easily disarms the entire camera system and locks on doors don’t slow him down any. He’s suspicious when no one comes running, but Angela herself doesn’t scare him, and he’s too angry to be worried anyway.
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Angela finally makes her first appearance at the start of Elle’s third week in Level five. She’s got some doctor with her, and he’s got a syringe, and Elle knows immediately nothing good is going to come from this little visit.
Elle stands up when Angela enters almost on impulse. It’s hard to kill years of training, even after this.
“Elle.”
“Angela,” Elle covers her belly with her palms and glances at the doctor who came in with Angela.
No one talks to her anymore, just manhandles her like she’s too stupid to understand, or like they know that she won’t listen anyway. The doctor grabs at her arm, wipes a swab over the flesh of her shoulder and Elle just watches angrily. She hates that she can’t do anything, but minus her electricity she’s a 5 foot tall girl, and she’s simply not capable of overpowering anyone.
“What are you giving me?” she asks, and she hates that her voice shakes.
“It’s nothing,” the doctor mumbles; he can’t even be bothered to look at her.
When the doctor touches the tip of the needle to Elle’s arm, she feels her electricity shoot up from her stomach and down her arms, flying out of her palms and fingers like she’s bit into a live wire.
Elle feels such a sense of relief at the electricity pouring out of her skin that she isn’t really cognizant of what’s happening, but her cell is filling up with smoke from the singed skin of the doctor and Angela is trying to run and lock Elle’s cell door to contain her again, get away from her now that blue electricity is flying out of her hands again.
Elle screams, the smoking dead body of the doctor falls to the floor, and the door to her cell flies open, knocking Angela to the ground.
Gabriel is standing outside the door, his hand raised to control the door and Elle reacts without thinking, reaching for Gabriel's hand. There will be time for reunions later, but right now they’re both single minded in their goal to get out, and get away. Now.
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They don’t stop moving until Gabriel pulls into the lot of a tiny, run down hotel far off the freeway. He barely knows where they are, having thrown Elle into the rental car and driven like a madman all through the night until the sun started to break over the horizon.
Elle is asleep in the passenger seat, the stress of the past weeks having caught up with her, and he carries her into the dingy hotel room, pulling back the covers to tuck her in. She mewls in her sleep, reaching for him and he hears her murmur his name.
He knows it’s a stupid idea for them both to sleep at once, but she looks so tiny in the hotel bed and he missed her so much…so he lets himself relax enough to pull her into his arms, and falls asleep with his nose buried in her hair.
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Elle wakes up first, heart pounding. It takes her a minute to realize where she is, but the minute she recognizes Gabriel’s arms around her, her heart slows and she relaxes in his arms.
The light coming in from the half covered window tells her its day time, but that’s all she knows. She remembers electrocuting the doctor and running with Gabriel, but the rest of the night is a blur of exhausted sleep and fear.
She lifts her hand away from the bed and Gabriel and curls her fingers, expecting to see the familiar lightning. It’s disappointing when the sparks die out on her skin before they grow, and she sighs, tucking her hand back around her belly.
“You could help me out a little better,” she mumbles to the baby, and Gabriel’s eyes flutter open.
“Elle?” he murmurs, half asleep, and pulls her closer to him, curling his arm around her stomach. The baby kicks against his hand, and he jumps, opening his eyes.
“Good morning,” Elle grins, cupping his face and leaning in for a kiss, morning breath be damned.
He kisses her back, then rubs the spot on her stomach where the baby had kicked, “I’ve never felt the baby…” he whispers in awe, and the baby kicks again.
“It’s a girl,” Elle tells him, because focusing on these things are better than thinking about what they are going to do now that they really have no one besides each other.
Gabriel can’t help the huge smile, “A little girl,” he says in wonder, “We’re going to have a baby girl.”
Elle nods, returning his smile, and then tucking her head under his chin. “I knew you’d come for me,” she says.
“Just in time for you to break out yourself,” he returns.
“I zapped him.” Elle holds up her hand and shows him the dying sparks, “but I can’t anymore.”
“We’ll figure it out,” he tells her, because there’s nothing else to say.
Elle nods, then pulls away from him, “We need to get going.” It doesn’t so much matter where they go, as long as it’s away from Angela. “Does Arthur know what’s happened?”
Gabriel shakes his head, “We’re not going back,” he says strongly, “Arthur…he tricked us. He wants our child.”
Elle’s eyes widen and she sighs angrily, “I should have known,” she berates herself, angry, “I should have known that’s why he let me work in the lab…why he was so nice to me. He just wanted something from me.”
She turns around, facing away from Gabriel, but he can hear her sniffle and watches her hand swipe at her cheeks. Arthur’s done more than play them both - he’s just verified what Elle has known all her life - she’ll never be good enough on her own.
When she turns back around, her eyes are dry and her mouth is set in a thin line, “They’re not getting her,” she says simply, “we need to go.”
AUTHOR: dragynflies
PAIRING: Elle/Gabriel
RATING: PG 13
DISCLAIMER: Heroes cast is not mine.
SUMMARY: Gabriel rocks his ass off in Pinehearst, and Elle & Gabriel’s daughter decides who’s in charge now, bitches. : ) Oh - and Angela and Arthur are Gabriel’s parents in this one. It’s how I roll.
I didn't want to leave this unfinished...there are probably a couple more parts coming yet.
Thank you to cruiscin_lan for beta'ing this while writing her paper.
Elle has yet to see hide or hair of Angela Petrelli, but she’s about sick to death of Angela’s son and granddaughter.
She’s given up on Claire; the girl is clearly too happy to have Elle behind glass and can’t seem to be convinced to care about her soon to be cousin, who’s really the cause of most of these problems.
Peter brings her meals, Claire brings her clothes, and Gabriel’s bringing her nightmares every fucking night.
She wakes up drenched in sweat (maybe it’s a good thing she can’t spark) and screaming for her baby. In every dream, someone else is trying to take her away - but the child is always the same. A little girl with hair so blonde it’s nearly white and huge brown eyes. And she only ever screams for help from Daddy.
Elle has never really known what love is supposed to feel like. She knows what it’s supposed to look like; has seen movies and TV and read books. She might learn to really love Gabriel, but she realizes he might not understand love either.
She’s seen Bennet die to protect Claire.
And now, lying on the hard metal cot in her own little cell in Level Five, she’s pretty sure she has finally figured out what love is, and she knows that she’ll do anything to keep her daughter safe.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
It’s been another week and Arthur has yet to make a move. He’s less impulsive than his children, more calculating. It helps that he doesn’t care if Elle suffers, and that he knows Angela won’t do anything to jeopardize the life of the child by putting Elle into labor early.
Gabriel is climbing the walls, and he’s about ready to break into Primatech himself. He’s done it before; he’s sure he can do it again.
So he does. It’s surprisingly easy with his bag of tricks - Elle’s electricity easily disarms the entire camera system and locks on doors don’t slow him down any. He’s suspicious when no one comes running, but Angela herself doesn’t scare him, and he’s too angry to be worried anyway.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Angela finally makes her first appearance at the start of Elle’s third week in Level five. She’s got some doctor with her, and he’s got a syringe, and Elle knows immediately nothing good is going to come from this little visit.
Elle stands up when Angela enters almost on impulse. It’s hard to kill years of training, even after this.
“Elle.”
“Angela,” Elle covers her belly with her palms and glances at the doctor who came in with Angela.
No one talks to her anymore, just manhandles her like she’s too stupid to understand, or like they know that she won’t listen anyway. The doctor grabs at her arm, wipes a swab over the flesh of her shoulder and Elle just watches angrily. She hates that she can’t do anything, but minus her electricity she’s a 5 foot tall girl, and she’s simply not capable of overpowering anyone.
“What are you giving me?” she asks, and she hates that her voice shakes.
“It’s nothing,” the doctor mumbles; he can’t even be bothered to look at her.
When the doctor touches the tip of the needle to Elle’s arm, she feels her electricity shoot up from her stomach and down her arms, flying out of her palms and fingers like she’s bit into a live wire.
Elle feels such a sense of relief at the electricity pouring out of her skin that she isn’t really cognizant of what’s happening, but her cell is filling up with smoke from the singed skin of the doctor and Angela is trying to run and lock Elle’s cell door to contain her again, get away from her now that blue electricity is flying out of her hands again.
Elle screams, the smoking dead body of the doctor falls to the floor, and the door to her cell flies open, knocking Angela to the ground.
Gabriel is standing outside the door, his hand raised to control the door and Elle reacts without thinking, reaching for Gabriel's hand. There will be time for reunions later, but right now they’re both single minded in their goal to get out, and get away. Now.
xxxxxxxxxxxx
They don’t stop moving until Gabriel pulls into the lot of a tiny, run down hotel far off the freeway. He barely knows where they are, having thrown Elle into the rental car and driven like a madman all through the night until the sun started to break over the horizon.
Elle is asleep in the passenger seat, the stress of the past weeks having caught up with her, and he carries her into the dingy hotel room, pulling back the covers to tuck her in. She mewls in her sleep, reaching for him and he hears her murmur his name.
He knows it’s a stupid idea for them both to sleep at once, but she looks so tiny in the hotel bed and he missed her so much…so he lets himself relax enough to pull her into his arms, and falls asleep with his nose buried in her hair.
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Elle wakes up first, heart pounding. It takes her a minute to realize where she is, but the minute she recognizes Gabriel’s arms around her, her heart slows and she relaxes in his arms.
The light coming in from the half covered window tells her its day time, but that’s all she knows. She remembers electrocuting the doctor and running with Gabriel, but the rest of the night is a blur of exhausted sleep and fear.
She lifts her hand away from the bed and Gabriel and curls her fingers, expecting to see the familiar lightning. It’s disappointing when the sparks die out on her skin before they grow, and she sighs, tucking her hand back around her belly.
“You could help me out a little better,” she mumbles to the baby, and Gabriel’s eyes flutter open.
“Elle?” he murmurs, half asleep, and pulls her closer to him, curling his arm around her stomach. The baby kicks against his hand, and he jumps, opening his eyes.
“Good morning,” Elle grins, cupping his face and leaning in for a kiss, morning breath be damned.
He kisses her back, then rubs the spot on her stomach where the baby had kicked, “I’ve never felt the baby…” he whispers in awe, and the baby kicks again.
“It’s a girl,” Elle tells him, because focusing on these things are better than thinking about what they are going to do now that they really have no one besides each other.
Gabriel can’t help the huge smile, “A little girl,” he says in wonder, “We’re going to have a baby girl.”
Elle nods, returning his smile, and then tucking her head under his chin. “I knew you’d come for me,” she says.
“Just in time for you to break out yourself,” he returns.
“I zapped him.” Elle holds up her hand and shows him the dying sparks, “but I can’t anymore.”
“We’ll figure it out,” he tells her, because there’s nothing else to say.
Elle nods, then pulls away from him, “We need to get going.” It doesn’t so much matter where they go, as long as it’s away from Angela. “Does Arthur know what’s happened?”
Gabriel shakes his head, “We’re not going back,” he says strongly, “Arthur…he tricked us. He wants our child.”
Elle’s eyes widen and she sighs angrily, “I should have known,” she berates herself, angry, “I should have known that’s why he let me work in the lab…why he was so nice to me. He just wanted something from me.”
She turns around, facing away from Gabriel, but he can hear her sniffle and watches her hand swipe at her cheeks. Arthur’s done more than play them both - he’s just verified what Elle has known all her life - she’ll never be good enough on her own.
When she turns back around, her eyes are dry and her mouth is set in a thin line, “They’re not getting her,” she says simply, “we need to go.”