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Title: Electric Nectar (3/?)
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Elle, Adam
Rating: PG-13
Spoiler Alert: Season 2. I began writing this before 2.08 so I'm not including any of those events within the story.
Summary: Peter knows that saving the world feels like the natural thing to do. He knows that saving the individual is important too...
Previous Parts: Part One | Part Two
Elle had finished her drink and was giggling at a dumb joke Travis had just told her. Travis smiled as he watched her laugh, “You have a beautiful laugh.” Elle giggled again, she couldn’t control it. “Don’t laugh, its true.” The boy insisted.
“Thank you.” Elle said softly. She didn’t know what the correct response to a compliment was. It was a very rare event that her father ever gave her one. It was even rarer for a boy to give her one. “Let’s dance.” She grinned, taking his hand and leading him to the dance floor. She and Travis danced together, surrounded by complete strangers. She looked around the room as she danced, everything around her was controlled by electricity. She felt at home, while being gifted with a completely new experience. Then the whispers returned, Where are you?. Her eyes darted around the room before she pulled Travis closer to her body.
She didn’t know who it was, it felt familiar but she was certain she’d never heard voices in he head before. She wasn’t crazy, just eccentric, she told herself. In retrospect she shouldn’t be talking to herself if she were to say she wasn’t going crazy. I’ll find you, I promise. Her grip on Travis tightened at these words. They hadn’t been spoken in anger, or menace but she didn’t know who the voice belonged to. If she didn’t know who it was, she knew that she shouldn’t trust them.
“Elle, are you okay?” Travis asked her. She looked up at him, doe-eyed and fearful. Maybe he was the one sending these messages to her, but she highly doubted it. He seemed much too ordinary.
“I think I want to get some fresh air.” She told him. She held his hand and lead him out of the club, away from the voice.
Peter was still sitting in his room concentrating on his painting. “Come on!” He cried in frustration. “I just need to find her.” He squeezed his eyes shut and saw her suddenly. She was in front of a club with a boy, his blood boiled at the sight of the two of them holding hands. He was willing to bet that the boy was the one who was the shadow in his painting. Peter promised himself that he would protect her from the boy. He concentrated on club and when he opened his eyes he was on a city street. He looked around and saw that all the street names were in English. He grinned, he teleported. He just hoped that this time he was in the same time. He looked behind him and saw the club‘s neon sign, but Elle wasn’t in sight. He circled around the club looking for her but he was unsuccessful.
“Elle!” He screamed in frustration. The noise caused quite a few people to exchange looks with one another. He closed his eyes once again, searching for her. As soon as his mind’s eye saw her he ran towards her.
Elle and Travis had walked from the club to a nearby park. She still heard the voice every so often, but it was getting quieter. She was certain that it wasn’t Travis’ voice though. “How long have you lived in New York?” Travis asked her.
“Since I was a little kid.” She answered, vaguely. She hardly knew exactly when she had moved to New York. She didn’t remember very much about her childhood, not that those memories were very important anyhow.
“And as it seems she still is a little kid.” A woman stepped out the wooded area that surrounded them. Elle took a step back from the woman, she was one of her fathers associates.
“I-I am n-no-not!” Elle fumbled over her words. Travis stepped in front of Elle, guarding her from this woman. The woman chuckled and took a step towards him.
“You think you can help her? That’s very noble of you, but I’m afraid it’s not possible.” She shook her head and took off her leather gloves. “You are just a mere mortal, fooling around with us Gods.” She slapped Travis who instantly slumped down to the ground. She moved his face into the light with the toe of her stiletto. “Little Elle, didn’t your father tell you what happens to little girls when they run away?” She smirked.
“M-my father won’t like that you killed Travis.” Elle tried to stand her ground. The woman in front of her scared her, hell the woman scared her father, she could kill most people with her touch. Unless of course Elle could kill her first.
“Your father won’t say anything to me. I’m his favorite.” The woman took a step towards Elle, who took two steps back. “Besides who cares about some loser named Travis; what a boring name. He deserved to die. Someone worth more than two thoughts would, like a guy named…”
“Peter!” Elle gasped as she saw him running towards the two women.
“Talk about biblical.” The poisonous women rolled her eyes and turned on her heel. “This should be easy.” She was caught by surprise when she felt a stinging sensation beginning at her spine.
“Don’t kill her.” Were the last words the woman heard before everything went black.
Characters/Pairings: Peter/Elle, Adam
Rating: PG-13
Spoiler Alert: Season 2. I began writing this before 2.08 so I'm not including any of those events within the story.
Summary: Peter knows that saving the world feels like the natural thing to do. He knows that saving the individual is important too...
Previous Parts: Part One | Part Two
Elle had finished her drink and was giggling at a dumb joke Travis had just told her. Travis smiled as he watched her laugh, “You have a beautiful laugh.” Elle giggled again, she couldn’t control it. “Don’t laugh, its true.” The boy insisted.
“Thank you.” Elle said softly. She didn’t know what the correct response to a compliment was. It was a very rare event that her father ever gave her one. It was even rarer for a boy to give her one. “Let’s dance.” She grinned, taking his hand and leading him to the dance floor. She and Travis danced together, surrounded by complete strangers. She looked around the room as she danced, everything around her was controlled by electricity. She felt at home, while being gifted with a completely new experience. Then the whispers returned, Where are you?. Her eyes darted around the room before she pulled Travis closer to her body.
She didn’t know who it was, it felt familiar but she was certain she’d never heard voices in he head before. She wasn’t crazy, just eccentric, she told herself. In retrospect she shouldn’t be talking to herself if she were to say she wasn’t going crazy. I’ll find you, I promise. Her grip on Travis tightened at these words. They hadn’t been spoken in anger, or menace but she didn’t know who the voice belonged to. If she didn’t know who it was, she knew that she shouldn’t trust them.
“Elle, are you okay?” Travis asked her. She looked up at him, doe-eyed and fearful. Maybe he was the one sending these messages to her, but she highly doubted it. He seemed much too ordinary.
“I think I want to get some fresh air.” She told him. She held his hand and lead him out of the club, away from the voice.
Peter was still sitting in his room concentrating on his painting. “Come on!” He cried in frustration. “I just need to find her.” He squeezed his eyes shut and saw her suddenly. She was in front of a club with a boy, his blood boiled at the sight of the two of them holding hands. He was willing to bet that the boy was the one who was the shadow in his painting. Peter promised himself that he would protect her from the boy. He concentrated on club and when he opened his eyes he was on a city street. He looked around and saw that all the street names were in English. He grinned, he teleported. He just hoped that this time he was in the same time. He looked behind him and saw the club‘s neon sign, but Elle wasn’t in sight. He circled around the club looking for her but he was unsuccessful.
“Elle!” He screamed in frustration. The noise caused quite a few people to exchange looks with one another. He closed his eyes once again, searching for her. As soon as his mind’s eye saw her he ran towards her.
Elle and Travis had walked from the club to a nearby park. She still heard the voice every so often, but it was getting quieter. She was certain that it wasn’t Travis’ voice though. “How long have you lived in New York?” Travis asked her.
“Since I was a little kid.” She answered, vaguely. She hardly knew exactly when she had moved to New York. She didn’t remember very much about her childhood, not that those memories were very important anyhow.
“And as it seems she still is a little kid.” A woman stepped out the wooded area that surrounded them. Elle took a step back from the woman, she was one of her fathers associates.
“I-I am n-no-not!” Elle fumbled over her words. Travis stepped in front of Elle, guarding her from this woman. The woman chuckled and took a step towards him.
“You think you can help her? That’s very noble of you, but I’m afraid it’s not possible.” She shook her head and took off her leather gloves. “You are just a mere mortal, fooling around with us Gods.” She slapped Travis who instantly slumped down to the ground. She moved his face into the light with the toe of her stiletto. “Little Elle, didn’t your father tell you what happens to little girls when they run away?” She smirked.
“M-my father won’t like that you killed Travis.” Elle tried to stand her ground. The woman in front of her scared her, hell the woman scared her father, she could kill most people with her touch. Unless of course Elle could kill her first.
“Your father won’t say anything to me. I’m his favorite.” The woman took a step towards Elle, who took two steps back. “Besides who cares about some loser named Travis; what a boring name. He deserved to die. Someone worth more than two thoughts would, like a guy named…”
“Peter!” Elle gasped as she saw him running towards the two women.
“Talk about biblical.” The poisonous women rolled her eyes and turned on her heel. “This should be easy.” She was caught by surprise when she felt a stinging sensation beginning at her spine.
“Don’t kill her.” Were the last words the woman heard before everything went black.