The Prison Within - Adam/Elle ♥ - Part 7
Title: The Prison Within - Chapter 7
Author: force-oblique
Rating: G, possibly AU
Table/Prompt: Table #7,"helpless"
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Adam/Elle - mention of other characters ,Adam's POV
Word Count: In Progress
Summary: Adam's reflection on his years of imprisonment and how Elle changed that.
Author's Notes:With all the jinx that has been following me, it's a miracle I updated this! lol
Sorry for the crappiness: I'm sick and have a swollen knee! :(
Plus, it's unbetaed! =P
Crossposted: At peter-adam-elle, heroes-fic, saltandsaffron,
Chapter One, Chapter two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six
*Chapter 6 contains a summary of previous parts
The Prison Within - Chapter Seven
When I came to, I found myself on the bed again, but not tied up.
I had no recollection of getting back to bed, so my first thought was that some guard must had dragged me there after the drugs took effect.
Blinking hardly, trying to regain my strength, I sat up.
Almost blindly, I stepped towards the glass not sure what to expect.
I had no idea what Elle had to go through after she attacked that guard.
My heart jumped in my chest when I saw her peacefully asleep on her bed.
Seeing she wasn’t tied up either, I held hope that they hadn’t done anything to her.
I didn’t know if it was the drugs or if she actually had been able to sleep, but either way the result was the same.
She was resting.
Her frail, little body would have the chance to heal, to regain its strength and who knows maybe in her dreams- if she were still able to dream after the horrific things she had seen and suffered - maybe she would be able to dream of a life different than this.
A life filled with friends, people who cared and comprehended her suffering.
But even more than that. People who sympathized but didn’t pity.
I so wanted to create such a world for her.
A world in which the sun would always shine down on her.
Every time she would lift her gaze to the sky, what was going to be there; would be the endless blue of the sky and not some wall or the ceiling of a cell posing as a bedroom.
Closing my eyes, I could almost see the smile on her face and the light coming from her eyes, the first time she would go swimming.
The first time I would take her swimming.
I could picture her running along the beach, playing with the sand and writing her name or building castles on it, like all children her age.
“You will have this, one day! I promise!” I whispered. And I meant it.
And then I just sat down on the floor, looking at her through the glass.
As if she were my light in the dark, the only thing I could discern in the darkness that surrounded me, that surrounded us both.
The only thing that gave me purpose.
And for an instant, as the serenity of the moment overwhelmed me, despite its futility, I thought to myself that I could stay like this forever.
In this moment in which, even though nothing was perfect, at least I knew that Elle was safe because I would never leave her out of my sight.
I don’t know how long we remained like this, two beings with kindred souls, oblivious in their own misery masquerading as contentment out of necessity, so that we wouldn’t feel so lost, so trapped or so lonely.
But I know it didn’t last for long. The door to her room opened again and Bob along with the Haitian came in. I immediately stood up anticipating his move.
What hideous monstrosity would he think of telling her now?
The Haitian at a safe distance, Bob approached Elle’s bed and looked at her for a few moments before putting his hand on her forehead.
Elle stirred as she awoke from her sleep. She opened her eyes and just stared at him with no fear in her eyes. The hasty rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, the only sign of her nervousness.
“How are you today, Elle? I trust you slept well?” he simply asked with his tone devoid of any warmth or color. Just like the way only a faceless doctor would do.
She nodded, her head now the only thing tha moved.
I knew she was smart, I knew she knew better than to trust him with anything or about anything.
She wouldn’t be taken in by him.
Her clenched fists at her sides had me sure of that.
Yet, Bob seemed content with her composure. As always he cared about what he could see and not what was inside.
He sat down on the bed next to her.
“Elle, I haven’t been completely honest with you. We were not sure of course, so we kept it
from you till we were sure.” Bob continued.
“What did you keep from me?” she asked in that sweet voice of hers, sending butterflies down my stomach. It'd almost been five days since I had last heard her voice. Last day didn't count, she wasn't even herself.
“Adam, your friend, is alive!” he simply stated, as if he didn’t know how much my loss had shattered her world.
A world she had shown no interest in re-joining after my death.
He just watched as the little girl, the one who had done nothing but cry for the last five days, slowly came back to life. ….
Author: force-oblique
Rating: G, possibly AU
Table/Prompt: Table #7,"helpless"
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Adam/Elle - mention of other characters ,Adam's POV
Word Count: In Progress
Summary: Adam's reflection on his years of imprisonment and how Elle changed that.
Author's Notes:With all the jinx that has been following me, it's a miracle I updated this! lol
Sorry for the crappiness: I'm sick and have a swollen knee! :(
Plus, it's unbetaed! =P
Crossposted: At peter-adam-elle, heroes-fic, saltandsaffron,
Chapter One, Chapter two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six
*Chapter 6 contains a summary of previous parts
The Prison Within - Chapter Seven
When I came to, I found myself on the bed again, but not tied up.
I had no recollection of getting back to bed, so my first thought was that some guard must had dragged me there after the drugs took effect.
Blinking hardly, trying to regain my strength, I sat up.
Almost blindly, I stepped towards the glass not sure what to expect.
I had no idea what Elle had to go through after she attacked that guard.
My heart jumped in my chest when I saw her peacefully asleep on her bed.
Seeing she wasn’t tied up either, I held hope that they hadn’t done anything to her.
I didn’t know if it was the drugs or if she actually had been able to sleep, but either way the result was the same.
She was resting.
Her frail, little body would have the chance to heal, to regain its strength and who knows maybe in her dreams- if she were still able to dream after the horrific things she had seen and suffered - maybe she would be able to dream of a life different than this.
A life filled with friends, people who cared and comprehended her suffering.
But even more than that. People who sympathized but didn’t pity.
I so wanted to create such a world for her.
A world in which the sun would always shine down on her.
Every time she would lift her gaze to the sky, what was going to be there; would be the endless blue of the sky and not some wall or the ceiling of a cell posing as a bedroom.
Closing my eyes, I could almost see the smile on her face and the light coming from her eyes, the first time she would go swimming.
The first time I would take her swimming.
I could picture her running along the beach, playing with the sand and writing her name or building castles on it, like all children her age.
“You will have this, one day! I promise!” I whispered. And I meant it.
And then I just sat down on the floor, looking at her through the glass.
As if she were my light in the dark, the only thing I could discern in the darkness that surrounded me, that surrounded us both.
The only thing that gave me purpose.
And for an instant, as the serenity of the moment overwhelmed me, despite its futility, I thought to myself that I could stay like this forever.
In this moment in which, even though nothing was perfect, at least I knew that Elle was safe because I would never leave her out of my sight.
I don’t know how long we remained like this, two beings with kindred souls, oblivious in their own misery masquerading as contentment out of necessity, so that we wouldn’t feel so lost, so trapped or so lonely.
But I know it didn’t last for long. The door to her room opened again and Bob along with the Haitian came in. I immediately stood up anticipating his move.
What hideous monstrosity would he think of telling her now?
The Haitian at a safe distance, Bob approached Elle’s bed and looked at her for a few moments before putting his hand on her forehead.
Elle stirred as she awoke from her sleep. She opened her eyes and just stared at him with no fear in her eyes. The hasty rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, the only sign of her nervousness.
“How are you today, Elle? I trust you slept well?” he simply asked with his tone devoid of any warmth or color. Just like the way only a faceless doctor would do.
She nodded, her head now the only thing tha moved.
I knew she was smart, I knew she knew better than to trust him with anything or about anything.
She wouldn’t be taken in by him.
Her clenched fists at her sides had me sure of that.
Yet, Bob seemed content with her composure. As always he cared about what he could see and not what was inside.
He sat down on the bed next to her.
“Elle, I haven’t been completely honest with you. We were not sure of course, so we kept it
from you till we were sure.” Bob continued.
“What did you keep from me?” she asked in that sweet voice of hers, sending butterflies down my stomach. It'd almost been five days since I had last heard her voice. Last day didn't count, she wasn't even herself.
“Adam, your friend, is alive!” he simply stated, as if he didn’t know how much my loss had shattered her world.
A world she had shown no interest in re-joining after my death.
He just watched as the little girl, the one who had done nothing but cry for the last five days, slowly came back to life. ….