Save the Baby, Save the World Four
AU: Save the Baby, Save the World
Characters: Sylar/Elle
Rating: M/NC-17 for smut and violence.
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes
Summary: Sylar does not kill Elle on the beach. Instead they go on a cross country killing spree. Nathan hooks up with Danko, who obsessively hunts Sylar, and by extension Elle.
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes
This is a new chapter to drive the plot along, with a fight scene coming up soon. Two additional characters appear.
Enemy.
If you are public enemy number one, where do you take your possible pregnant girlfriend for medical treatment? The local hospital would be a very bad idea, too many people, too many questions, too many cameras. Also, a random doctor’s office would probable end just as poorly. Evolved human serial killer did not come with a health care plan. No insurance means a large bill and maybe payment in advance. With little money left in his bank account, Sylar doubts that the doctor’s office would enjoy payment in a random selection of gold objects. The Midas touch was useful but required a pawn shop, which required time Elle insisted they did not have. Also, killing people in a doctor’s office may bring Danko’s attentions.
Another option was some gangland or discredited doctor running a ‘clinic’ out of some rented house or office space. The problems with that option, while numerous, centered around two main things. He did not wish some possible alcoholic quack touching Elle, might less his child. Plus, he lacked any organized crime connections.
All those considerations led him back to Queens. The first he had to get a cab. Attempting to hail a cab a few blocks from Claude’s apartment proved difficult. Two people soaking wet, with one speckled with blood, looked like trouble to most New York City taxi drivers. With little electric currents running across Elle’s body, Sylar was quickly loosing patience. The fifth yellow taxi that started to slow near Sylar became his victim. No longer was he going to permit it to slow, take a look at the young couple, and quickly speed back into traffic. Reaching out with his mind Sylar simple turned the key. The cab came to a sudden halt a few feet from the curb. Again, reaching out with his mind Sylar yanked the door open. He placed Elle as tenderly as possible in the back seat and then sat down next to her.
‘Thanks, for stopping. The Queens-Long Island Physicians Group, please. The 2000 block of Zeckendorf Boulevard,’ Sylar said to the driver, while flashing his best innocent watchmaker smile.
The cabbie remained gabbing open mouthed at the couple. Flicking his right index and pointer finger, Sylar started the taxi.
‘Now, please,’ his tone more insistent.
Muttering something under his breath, the cabbie pulled back into traffic.
‘Sylar.’
‘What?’
‘The babe . . .’ her voice trailing off as she cured up against him. The little static discharges randomly playing off her skin. Little lighting storms striking his arms, Sylar hugged her to him. Kissing her damp hair he could smell an electric ozone tang.
‘I’ll make everything OK. See I fixed this doctor’s watch once . . .’
Building 26-A Few Hours Later
‘Bennett’
Noah Bennett throws a glance over his shoulder. Emile Danko stands in the doorway of his office. His face set, Danko’s dull eyes fix Bennett from across the headquarters room.
‘Come into my office,’ Danko says, then turns in the doorway and disappears within.
With little choice, Noah starts walking casually between the desks and analysts that inhabit the headquarters room. Well, if it were something too extreme, he would not ask me into his office Noah ponders as the doorway grows closer. Still, the man’s attitude reminds him too much of a wolf inviting a sheep into its lair. That is not something Noah is comfortable with . . . perhaps he misjudged Danko. Danko’s hunt for ‘evolved humans’ was reaching megalomaniac proportions.
Entering, Noah sits himself uninvited across from Danko. The desk cluttered with a computer monitor, requisite keyboard and various folders. If Noah’s presupposition actions bothered Danko, he did not show it.
Suddenly a sickeningly twisted smile crosses Danko’s worn face.
‘Your friend is in New York.’
‘My friend?’
‘You’re familiar with Claude Rains?’ Receiving a slight nod from Noah, Danko continues, ‘Sylar killed him a few hours ago.’
A slight twitch and the readjustment of his glasses is all the outward reaction Noah permitted himself.
His voice thicker with more emotion than he wished, Noah asks, ‘I assume Elle was involved?
‘Of course . . . those two are a regular Bonnie and Clyde, but more lethal and unfortunately more competent. The good news is we had Mr. Rains under surveillance. Our agents Taub and Mills were able to follow the pair. Apparently Sylar had to carry Elle away from the apartment building. Then they took a cab to Queens.’
‘Sylar is too smart to return home . . . plus he has my daughters ability, which-‘
Slight irritation twisting Danko’s expression, ‘Yes, I am familiar with Sylar’s abilities. He took Elle to Queens-Long Island Physicians Group. They are there now with a doctor Andrew Stinson. That name mean anything?’
‘No.’ Noah shakes his head. He leans back in the leather chair attempting to create separation from Danko. It seemed unlikely that Danko brought him in here to ask about some random doctor. Especially, when any information the company had about the doctor was easily accessed from Danko’s computer.
‘Would you tell me why I’m here?’ Noah asks.
‘The team that was going after Rains will now take down Sylar.’ Raising a hand to forestall Noah’s interruption, ‘I know you dislike it, but do you have anything constructive to add? You’ve dealt with Sylar and Elle before . . . is there anything you held back from our previous conversations?’
‘No, I told you everything. Your agents will fail.’
Danko shakes his head, with a slightly exasperated look crosses his face. ‘Noah we learned from the last time. Also, this time we know where they are and not where they were. We won’t go stumbling in on the mid-kill today. They are a target of opportunity that the Senator and I believe are worth the possible damages.’
‘While I would like nothing more than to see Sylar dead, this last minute change in targets, combined with the public setting almost guarantees a spectacular failure. You’re throwing those agents away,’ Noah says ruefully.
‘Perhaps. Since you have nothing useful to aid, leave.’
Noah stands, adjust his suit and glasses, and starts walking toward the door. Almost through the doorway Noah hears Danko call out, ‘Bennett.’
Pausing Noah looks back.
A polite smile covers Danko’s face, which fails to touch his dull lifeless eyes, ‘Your daughter’s special circumstance depends on your usefulness to this organization . . . Next time be a little more insightful.’
Turning, Noah leaves without a word.
The Queens-Long Island Physicians Group-Meanwhile
‘Mr. Gray for Doctor Stinson.’ Sylar says to the receptionist.
Elle and he stand in an expensively decorated waiting room. Tasteful leather couches, dark wood paneling and equally dark carpeting make the waiting room look more like a lawyer’s office than a private medical facility. Well, with the cliental that visit this place, good looks are expected Sylar thinks.
‘Do you have an appointment, sir?’ the thirtyish woman asks.
Her gaze drifting from Sylar to Elle, who stands slightly behind him, Elle twitches randomly as electric currents run amiss through her body. Even mostly dried off from the towel and the cab ride, she feels a nauseating concern for baby that might be growing inside her. She hates that her nerves always manifest with these damn sparks. One psychologist called it psychosomatic, which was just his attempt to call her psycho to her face. Elle smiles at the memory of what she did after he called her that. Those screams and the smell of charred meat and-
‘Ow,’ a little spark twisting it way up Elle arm causing her to call out.
‘Ma’ma, are you alright?’ the receptionist asks.
‘Fine, thanks.’ A strained smile on her face, Elle flashes Sylar a look urging him to hurry.
‘Everything’s fine. I am here to get Doctor Stinson’s watch, the Blancapin Tourbillion Gold Rose. I worked on it before for him and he called me today. I happened to be in the area so I offered to pick it up, so he wouldn’t have totravel to my shop.’ Sylar explains in a calm reasonable voice, with his best earnest watchmaker face.
With a reluctant look the receptionist says, ‘I’ll call him.’ She reaches down to a phone, dials a few numbers and holds it to her ear. ‘Dr. Stinson, a Mr. Gray is here about your watch. It was Gray, right?’
‘Yes, I worked his watch about a year and a half ago,’ Sylar replays.
‘He says he work on your watch for you, doctor. Something about needing to pick it. OK.’
She places the phone down, looks up at Sylar and says, ‘He’s in his office. Go through the doors behind me, turn left and then right at the next intersection. His office is the third one down on the right.’
‘Thanks,’ giving the receptionist a sheepish grin Sylar reaches out to Elle. Taking her by the arm, with his other hand on her back he guides her deeper into the doctor’s office.
They walk together through halls floored with white tile and paneled with dark wood broken up occasional landscape scenes. Once they appear to be alone, Elle slows.
‘Are you upset with me?’
Sylar stops shifting his hands to lightly grip her shoulders he asks, ‘About what?’
Looking pleadingly up at him, ‘About you know . . . about maybe being pregnant.’
‘No, Elle. I have always wanted to know my real family, for them to be special. Now, we may be that family.’
‘But what you said earlier on the beach, I don’t want you to think I was lying, and-‘
‘It’s OK, now. I have it all figured out.’ He pulls her into a hug, resting his chin on top of his slightly damp golden hair. He was upset on the beach. He was upset now, but he could feel his power working. Not any power but his. That power which made special. His mind was fitting pieces together. Soon he would know how to deal with her and maybe his child. A smile spreads across his face, no longer the earnest watchmakers, it was Sylar’s. ‘It’ll be, OK. I promise.’
Pushing her slightly away from him, he reaches up with one hand tilling her head toward his. He kisses her gently, deeply. After a moment he pulls away, Elle places her head back against his chest. She listens to his heart beat, noticing a slightly different rhythm than before.
‘Let’s go see the doctor.’ His words vibrating against her ear as he speaks.
‘Ok.’
‘Afterward, I’ll get you a Slush-O.’
‘I’m a big girl. You don’t have to bribe me.’
‘I’m not. . . . I just figured it would cheer you up. A celebration of sorts.’
Looking at his quizzically as they walk down the hall, Elle says, ‘That sounds good then.’
Reaching the doctor’s office, Sylar motions for Elle to remain outside. The door slightly ajar, he pushes it open and walks inside.
A middle aged black man sits behind an expansive wooden desk. Various certificates and pictures cover the wood paneled walls. The man looks up with a polite expression, some confusion playing out around his eyes.
‘Remember me, doctor.’
‘Yes, Mr. Gray. You fixed my watch for me. Is there something wrong with it?’
‘No, nothing’s wrong, doctor. I think it’s working perfectly.’
‘Then why are you here, Mr. Gray?’
‘Call me, Sylar.’
.
Characters: Sylar/Elle
Rating: M/NC-17 for smut and violence.
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes
Summary: Sylar does not kill Elle on the beach. Instead they go on a cross country killing spree. Nathan hooks up with Danko, who obsessively hunts Sylar, and by extension Elle.
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes
This is a new chapter to drive the plot along, with a fight scene coming up soon. Two additional characters appear.
Enemy.
If you are public enemy number one, where do you take your possible pregnant girlfriend for medical treatment? The local hospital would be a very bad idea, too many people, too many questions, too many cameras. Also, a random doctor’s office would probable end just as poorly. Evolved human serial killer did not come with a health care plan. No insurance means a large bill and maybe payment in advance. With little money left in his bank account, Sylar doubts that the doctor’s office would enjoy payment in a random selection of gold objects. The Midas touch was useful but required a pawn shop, which required time Elle insisted they did not have. Also, killing people in a doctor’s office may bring Danko’s attentions.
Another option was some gangland or discredited doctor running a ‘clinic’ out of some rented house or office space. The problems with that option, while numerous, centered around two main things. He did not wish some possible alcoholic quack touching Elle, might less his child. Plus, he lacked any organized crime connections.
All those considerations led him back to Queens. The first he had to get a cab. Attempting to hail a cab a few blocks from Claude’s apartment proved difficult. Two people soaking wet, with one speckled with blood, looked like trouble to most New York City taxi drivers. With little electric currents running across Elle’s body, Sylar was quickly loosing patience. The fifth yellow taxi that started to slow near Sylar became his victim. No longer was he going to permit it to slow, take a look at the young couple, and quickly speed back into traffic. Reaching out with his mind Sylar simple turned the key. The cab came to a sudden halt a few feet from the curb. Again, reaching out with his mind Sylar yanked the door open. He placed Elle as tenderly as possible in the back seat and then sat down next to her.
‘Thanks, for stopping. The Queens-Long Island Physicians Group, please. The 2000 block of Zeckendorf Boulevard,’ Sylar said to the driver, while flashing his best innocent watchmaker smile.
The cabbie remained gabbing open mouthed at the couple. Flicking his right index and pointer finger, Sylar started the taxi.
‘Now, please,’ his tone more insistent.
Muttering something under his breath, the cabbie pulled back into traffic.
‘Sylar.’
‘What?’
‘The babe . . .’ her voice trailing off as she cured up against him. The little static discharges randomly playing off her skin. Little lighting storms striking his arms, Sylar hugged her to him. Kissing her damp hair he could smell an electric ozone tang.
‘I’ll make everything OK. See I fixed this doctor’s watch once . . .’
Building 26-A Few Hours Later
‘Bennett’
Noah Bennett throws a glance over his shoulder. Emile Danko stands in the doorway of his office. His face set, Danko’s dull eyes fix Bennett from across the headquarters room.
‘Come into my office,’ Danko says, then turns in the doorway and disappears within.
With little choice, Noah starts walking casually between the desks and analysts that inhabit the headquarters room. Well, if it were something too extreme, he would not ask me into his office Noah ponders as the doorway grows closer. Still, the man’s attitude reminds him too much of a wolf inviting a sheep into its lair. That is not something Noah is comfortable with . . . perhaps he misjudged Danko. Danko’s hunt for ‘evolved humans’ was reaching megalomaniac proportions.
Entering, Noah sits himself uninvited across from Danko. The desk cluttered with a computer monitor, requisite keyboard and various folders. If Noah’s presupposition actions bothered Danko, he did not show it.
Suddenly a sickeningly twisted smile crosses Danko’s worn face.
‘Your friend is in New York.’
‘My friend?’
‘You’re familiar with Claude Rains?’ Receiving a slight nod from Noah, Danko continues, ‘Sylar killed him a few hours ago.’
A slight twitch and the readjustment of his glasses is all the outward reaction Noah permitted himself.
His voice thicker with more emotion than he wished, Noah asks, ‘I assume Elle was involved?
‘Of course . . . those two are a regular Bonnie and Clyde, but more lethal and unfortunately more competent. The good news is we had Mr. Rains under surveillance. Our agents Taub and Mills were able to follow the pair. Apparently Sylar had to carry Elle away from the apartment building. Then they took a cab to Queens.’
‘Sylar is too smart to return home . . . plus he has my daughters ability, which-‘
Slight irritation twisting Danko’s expression, ‘Yes, I am familiar with Sylar’s abilities. He took Elle to Queens-Long Island Physicians Group. They are there now with a doctor Andrew Stinson. That name mean anything?’
‘No.’ Noah shakes his head. He leans back in the leather chair attempting to create separation from Danko. It seemed unlikely that Danko brought him in here to ask about some random doctor. Especially, when any information the company had about the doctor was easily accessed from Danko’s computer.
‘Would you tell me why I’m here?’ Noah asks.
‘The team that was going after Rains will now take down Sylar.’ Raising a hand to forestall Noah’s interruption, ‘I know you dislike it, but do you have anything constructive to add? You’ve dealt with Sylar and Elle before . . . is there anything you held back from our previous conversations?’
‘No, I told you everything. Your agents will fail.’
Danko shakes his head, with a slightly exasperated look crosses his face. ‘Noah we learned from the last time. Also, this time we know where they are and not where they were. We won’t go stumbling in on the mid-kill today. They are a target of opportunity that the Senator and I believe are worth the possible damages.’
‘While I would like nothing more than to see Sylar dead, this last minute change in targets, combined with the public setting almost guarantees a spectacular failure. You’re throwing those agents away,’ Noah says ruefully.
‘Perhaps. Since you have nothing useful to aid, leave.’
Noah stands, adjust his suit and glasses, and starts walking toward the door. Almost through the doorway Noah hears Danko call out, ‘Bennett.’
Pausing Noah looks back.
A polite smile covers Danko’s face, which fails to touch his dull lifeless eyes, ‘Your daughter’s special circumstance depends on your usefulness to this organization . . . Next time be a little more insightful.’
Turning, Noah leaves without a word.
The Queens-Long Island Physicians Group-Meanwhile
‘Mr. Gray for Doctor Stinson.’ Sylar says to the receptionist.
Elle and he stand in an expensively decorated waiting room. Tasteful leather couches, dark wood paneling and equally dark carpeting make the waiting room look more like a lawyer’s office than a private medical facility. Well, with the cliental that visit this place, good looks are expected Sylar thinks.
‘Do you have an appointment, sir?’ the thirtyish woman asks.
Her gaze drifting from Sylar to Elle, who stands slightly behind him, Elle twitches randomly as electric currents run amiss through her body. Even mostly dried off from the towel and the cab ride, she feels a nauseating concern for baby that might be growing inside her. She hates that her nerves always manifest with these damn sparks. One psychologist called it psychosomatic, which was just his attempt to call her psycho to her face. Elle smiles at the memory of what she did after he called her that. Those screams and the smell of charred meat and-
‘Ow,’ a little spark twisting it way up Elle arm causing her to call out.
‘Ma’ma, are you alright?’ the receptionist asks.
‘Fine, thanks.’ A strained smile on her face, Elle flashes Sylar a look urging him to hurry.
‘Everything’s fine. I am here to get Doctor Stinson’s watch, the Blancapin Tourbillion Gold Rose. I worked on it before for him and he called me today. I happened to be in the area so I offered to pick it up, so he wouldn’t have totravel to my shop.’ Sylar explains in a calm reasonable voice, with his best earnest watchmaker face.
With a reluctant look the receptionist says, ‘I’ll call him.’ She reaches down to a phone, dials a few numbers and holds it to her ear. ‘Dr. Stinson, a Mr. Gray is here about your watch. It was Gray, right?’
‘Yes, I worked his watch about a year and a half ago,’ Sylar replays.
‘He says he work on your watch for you, doctor. Something about needing to pick it. OK.’
She places the phone down, looks up at Sylar and says, ‘He’s in his office. Go through the doors behind me, turn left and then right at the next intersection. His office is the third one down on the right.’
‘Thanks,’ giving the receptionist a sheepish grin Sylar reaches out to Elle. Taking her by the arm, with his other hand on her back he guides her deeper into the doctor’s office.
They walk together through halls floored with white tile and paneled with dark wood broken up occasional landscape scenes. Once they appear to be alone, Elle slows.
‘Are you upset with me?’
Sylar stops shifting his hands to lightly grip her shoulders he asks, ‘About what?’
Looking pleadingly up at him, ‘About you know . . . about maybe being pregnant.’
‘No, Elle. I have always wanted to know my real family, for them to be special. Now, we may be that family.’
‘But what you said earlier on the beach, I don’t want you to think I was lying, and-‘
‘It’s OK, now. I have it all figured out.’ He pulls her into a hug, resting his chin on top of his slightly damp golden hair. He was upset on the beach. He was upset now, but he could feel his power working. Not any power but his. That power which made special. His mind was fitting pieces together. Soon he would know how to deal with her and maybe his child. A smile spreads across his face, no longer the earnest watchmakers, it was Sylar’s. ‘It’ll be, OK. I promise.’
Pushing her slightly away from him, he reaches up with one hand tilling her head toward his. He kisses her gently, deeply. After a moment he pulls away, Elle places her head back against his chest. She listens to his heart beat, noticing a slightly different rhythm than before.
‘Let’s go see the doctor.’ His words vibrating against her ear as he speaks.
‘Ok.’
‘Afterward, I’ll get you a Slush-O.’
‘I’m a big girl. You don’t have to bribe me.’
‘I’m not. . . . I just figured it would cheer you up. A celebration of sorts.’
Looking at his quizzically as they walk down the hall, Elle says, ‘That sounds good then.’
Reaching the doctor’s office, Sylar motions for Elle to remain outside. The door slightly ajar, he pushes it open and walks inside.
A middle aged black man sits behind an expansive wooden desk. Various certificates and pictures cover the wood paneled walls. The man looks up with a polite expression, some confusion playing out around his eyes.
‘Remember me, doctor.’
‘Yes, Mr. Gray. You fixed my watch for me. Is there something wrong with it?’
‘No, nothing’s wrong, doctor. I think it’s working perfectly.’
‘Then why are you here, Mr. Gray?’
‘Call me, Sylar.’
.