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Title: Electric Nectar (4/?)
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 | Part Three
Peter ran towards the park that he had seen Elle at. He hardly took the time to look across the street as he ran down two blocks until he found the park. He closed his eyes once again and tried to locate her, he let his feet guide him with his eyes closed. When he opened his eyes again he saw a brown-haired woman cornering Elle, he ran as fast as he could towards the woman. The brunette unexpectedly turned when he was hardly ten feet away and was then struck down by a bolt of electricity that had erupted from Elle’s hand.
“Don’t kill her.” Peter pushed Elle’s hand towards the ground.
“Why not!” Elle pushed Peter away from her and was readying herself to strike the woman again. However Peter wasn’t to give up that quickly. At least one of them still had a conscious and Peter wasn’t willing to witness another death, “She was going to kill me. She deserves it.”
“You don’t want to be a killer.”
“I already am.” Elle pointed out, “One more body won’t matter much. Or two.” She turned towards Peter. “What are you doing here?” She advanced towards him. Peter didn’t even flinch, he knew he could take whatever voltage she was holding in her hand. He doubted that he would ever experience something more painful than exploding.
“I knew you were in trouble. I was trying to save you.” Peter answered her.
“I don’t need a hero.” She snapped instantly. “You might have noticed that I can take care of myself.” Elle crossed her arms.
“Elle!” They both heard a new voice coming from the distance. Peter didn’t give Elle any time to react to the voice before wrapping his arms around her and teleporting them back to Adam’s house in Montréal. Once they had successfully teleported Elle elbowed him in the chest.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing!” She screamed at him.
“Saving you!” Peter yelled back at her. His patience with Elle was growing thin. When he saved Claire from Sylar she had called him her hero; however Elle didn’t even want to credit him for being there for her.
“Bloody hell.” Adam said from the doorway. “I thought I told you not to save the brat?”
“I am not a brat!” She glared at Adam. “Just because you are 400 years old, does not make me a child.”
“I told you she wasn‘t worth it. You don’t need to save everyone that you paint. Look at her; she’s an ungrateful little brat.” Adam shook his head.
“She’s just as important as the rest of the world.” Peter said softly.
“Stop talking like I’m not here!” Elle yelled and stormed out of the room. With any luck, she’d be able to find a exit to this old shack. This whole situation was ridiculous! The mission that ran away from her was trying to ‘save’ her now. If she wasn‘t so annoyed she would have been planning her revenge for the escapees. She grinned when she found the door, she just wanted to get away and tell her father where two of his subjects were hiding.
Adam grabbed Peter’s arm before he could follow Elle. “Listen Peter, you don’t know Elle as well as I do. Let me explain what she is like in simple terms; a cute sociopath! If her father wasn’t as well connected as he is I would tell you to let her go off and get herself killed. However since you felt the need to save the brat we’ve got to keep her here to make sure she doesn’t tell anyone about this place.” Adam sighed. They both walked down the stairs, following Elle’s path and dragging her back into Peter’s room.
If Elle was the type of person who found irony amusing she would be laughing hysterically right about now. It was ironic that two of her toys that she had kept in the company were now tying her to a chair. She was the prisoner. But Elle was not a fan of irony. She glared at Peter as he wet her face. Naturally Adam would have met someone with the gift of lightening in his travels and know their weakness’.
“I hate you.” Elle glared at Peter.
“Are you hungry?” He ignored her statement.
“I rather starve than be fed by you.”
“That’s not a bad plan, actually.” Adam grinned from behind Peter. He was carrying a bucket of water which he dumped over her head. It was absolutely freezing! She began shivering which quickly stopped when Peter put his hands on his shoulders, warming her up. At least on the inside, she was still wet.
“We are not torturing her. We’re just keeping her here so no one knows where we are. Understood?” Peter asked Adam.
“Whatever, mate. You’re in charge of her.” Adam walked towards his room.
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 | Part Three
Peter ran towards the park that he had seen Elle at. He hardly took the time to look across the street as he ran down two blocks until he found the park. He closed his eyes once again and tried to locate her, he let his feet guide him with his eyes closed. When he opened his eyes again he saw a brown-haired woman cornering Elle, he ran as fast as he could towards the woman. The brunette unexpectedly turned when he was hardly ten feet away and was then struck down by a bolt of electricity that had erupted from Elle’s hand.
“Don’t kill her.” Peter pushed Elle’s hand towards the ground.
“Why not!” Elle pushed Peter away from her and was readying herself to strike the woman again. However Peter wasn’t to give up that quickly. At least one of them still had a conscious and Peter wasn’t willing to witness another death, “She was going to kill me. She deserves it.”
“You don’t want to be a killer.”
“I already am.” Elle pointed out, “One more body won’t matter much. Or two.” She turned towards Peter. “What are you doing here?” She advanced towards him. Peter didn’t even flinch, he knew he could take whatever voltage she was holding in her hand. He doubted that he would ever experience something more painful than exploding.
“I knew you were in trouble. I was trying to save you.” Peter answered her.
“I don’t need a hero.” She snapped instantly. “You might have noticed that I can take care of myself.” Elle crossed her arms.
“Elle!” They both heard a new voice coming from the distance. Peter didn’t give Elle any time to react to the voice before wrapping his arms around her and teleporting them back to Adam’s house in Montréal. Once they had successfully teleported Elle elbowed him in the chest.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing!” She screamed at him.
“Saving you!” Peter yelled back at her. His patience with Elle was growing thin. When he saved Claire from Sylar she had called him her hero; however Elle didn’t even want to credit him for being there for her.
“Bloody hell.” Adam said from the doorway. “I thought I told you not to save the brat?”
“I am not a brat!” She glared at Adam. “Just because you are 400 years old, does not make me a child.”
“I told you she wasn‘t worth it. You don’t need to save everyone that you paint. Look at her; she’s an ungrateful little brat.” Adam shook his head.
“She’s just as important as the rest of the world.” Peter said softly.
“Stop talking like I’m not here!” Elle yelled and stormed out of the room. With any luck, she’d be able to find a exit to this old shack. This whole situation was ridiculous! The mission that ran away from her was trying to ‘save’ her now. If she wasn‘t so annoyed she would have been planning her revenge for the escapees. She grinned when she found the door, she just wanted to get away and tell her father where two of his subjects were hiding.
Adam grabbed Peter’s arm before he could follow Elle. “Listen Peter, you don’t know Elle as well as I do. Let me explain what she is like in simple terms; a cute sociopath! If her father wasn’t as well connected as he is I would tell you to let her go off and get herself killed. However since you felt the need to save the brat we’ve got to keep her here to make sure she doesn’t tell anyone about this place.” Adam sighed. They both walked down the stairs, following Elle’s path and dragging her back into Peter’s room.
If Elle was the type of person who found irony amusing she would be laughing hysterically right about now. It was ironic that two of her toys that she had kept in the company were now tying her to a chair. She was the prisoner. But Elle was not a fan of irony. She glared at Peter as he wet her face. Naturally Adam would have met someone with the gift of lightening in his travels and know their weakness’.
“I hate you.” Elle glared at Peter.
“Are you hungry?” He ignored her statement.
“I rather starve than be fed by you.”
“That’s not a bad plan, actually.” Adam grinned from behind Peter. He was carrying a bucket of water which he dumped over her head. It was absolutely freezing! She began shivering which quickly stopped when Peter put his hands on his shoulders, warming her up. At least on the inside, she was still wet.
“We are not torturing her. We’re just keeping her here so no one knows where we are. Understood?” Peter asked Adam.
“Whatever, mate. You’re in charge of her.” Adam walked towards his room.