I Will Possess Your Heart 1/10
Title: I Will Possess Your Heart 1/10
Author: yaoi_anti_drug
Beta: ladywilde80
Pairings: Sylar/Mohinder, eventual Elle/Claire
Genre: Drama, Angst
Characters: Sylar, Mohinder, Elle, Claire, Bob, Matt, and mention of Molly
Rating: PG
Summary: There's some new leaders at The Company. (Keep an open mind with this fic...)
Word Count: about 3,240 words
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Violence, Off-Screen Character Death, and this might be a warning for some but eventual Femmeslash (I haven't decided if it'll be graphic or not yet.)
Notes: Hello, everyone! It's been a very long time, many of you won't even know who I am, O.o. Even so, I'm baaack! ^_^ Thank you so much ladywilde80! You helped to get me writing Heroes again, so much love to you! Constructive criticism is always loved and comments, even if it’s to say you hate it, are always appreciated too. Title from "I Will Possess Your Heart" by Death Cab For Cutie.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, if I did, everyone on the show would be gay!
Quick Edit: I just read a comment that made me want to say this. I actually started writing this fic back in January, but my muse died, so no, this fic did not come from any spoilers.
I recommend this video before reading: Claire: Animal I've Become
I Will Possess Your Heart 1/10:
Sylar's bright eyes were victorious as he cornered his prey, lips twisted into an amused smirk, “I’ve finally found you and you want me to wait to listen to you?”
“Yes. You’ve already trapped me, there’s no way anyone can save me now. Would it really hurt to listen to what I have to say?”
Sylar eyed his victim up and down, giving a sigh of consent, “No, I suppose not. Talk.”
“I’m sick of being the one that has to be protected. I’m sick of running and hiding. I’m meant for more than this. I know you can sympathize. We could work together to get what we both want.”
“Or I could just kill you now and get it anyways.”
“Sylar, stop. I can get you Peter.”
Sylar halted his advance, lowering his finger, his eyes narrowing. Peter had become much stronger after he saved his brother, gaining new confidence and control. He was nearly unstoppable now. There was no way Sylar could get to him without assistance.
And help was being offered to him.
“…Go on.”
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Mohinder didn’t know what was happening. No one did. All he knew for certain was that he and all of the higher ranking employees in the building were to report to an assigned conference room.
Normally, Mohinder wouldn’t even be here for this meeting. He’d be at his lab in New York City, where he worked with Maya, but The Company had a very demanding patient here in Texas. She required the help of a professional and Mohinder guessed the ‘Dr.’ before his name was adequate enough to gain her unwavering faith.
There were about six people in total. Bennet, Elle, himself and three others. He sat down next to a very worried looking Elle, catching her eyes. It was obvious she had no answers for him.
“My father didn’t contact me about anything like this. Something is wrong.”
Bennet alone appeared unperturbed; he was sitting back calmly in his chair, simply waiting with not a hint of apprehension.
When the door opened, every head seated at the table snapped to attention. When they spied who walked through the door, almost every person gasped. Mohinder himself stood up so quickly his chair was knocked to the ground with a clatter no one heard.
Sylar was standing at the door, garbed in his usual dark attire, then Bob who wore a look of uneasiness, his fists curled. However nothing was more surprising then the identity of the person who closed the door behind him.
It was Claire Bennet. Her long blond hair was tied up in a curling ponytail and she was dressed in a light blue shirt with a red jacket over top with simple jeans. There was a glint in her eye that just didn’t belong.
Bennet was the first to speak, shouting out a incredulous “Claire!”
He began to stand up, but an invisible hand pushed him down. Mohinder knew it was Sylar’s doing.
“You sit down too, Mohinder. It’ll be explained in due time,” Sylar added.
Mohinder's chair was turned upright and it slammed into the back of his knees, giving him no choice but to fall helplessly back down into it. A force kept him down, the same influence that held Bennet down and exactly like him, Mohinder was unable to speak.
The tension in the room was stifling. Everyone was ready for a fight, but Bob’s eyes implored them not to make a move. This was especially directed at his daughter who stayed taut in her chair, her fingernails biting into the wood of her seat.
Claire sent an observing eye over the room, “I’m sure you all have plenty of questions. I’ll try to answer the majority of them right now. You take orders from Sylar and I now. “
She let the information soak in before continuing, “There are no Petrellis to worry about, no other driving force behind this Company but us. If any of you have any problems with this, I suggest you keep them to yourself. I'm afraid the sole solution to them will not be very pleasant for you.”
She glanced to Sylar so it became more than obvious what kind of ‘solution’ it’d be, “I don’t want to have any problems here. Just think of it as a change in administration. Nothing about the work will change, at least not for a while.”
No one said a word. The only people that would have spoken up were being silenced, two by force and one by a father’s pleading eyes.
“Excellent. Everyone can go back to work now. Except you three.”
Everyone knew who ‘you three’ were in reference to. Bennet, Elle, and Mohinder. The rest of them filed out. When they were gone, Claire turned her attention to her father as Bob was pressured down into a seat by Sylar’s physical hand.
“I am sorry, but I am tired of running, father. Of hiding. Don’t be angry with me.”
Bennet was able to reply only after she was done speaking and he did so, “You're working with Sylar, Claire. How could you?”
There was pure disappointment in his voice, a disbelief that echoed a pang of sympathy even in Mohinder’s heart.
Claire let out a sigh, the sorrow that had lingered in her weary gaze gone, replaced with apathy, “I don’t expect you to understand. But you don’t need to. You can go home now. Be with mom and Lyle, live a normal life. It’s what you always fought for, isn’t it?”
“It’s what you wanted too, Claire.”
She gave him a sad little smile, the one she is so well known for, “Not anymore. I realized I could never have it. I learned to accept I’m better than that. I’m in control of my own life now. Did you expect me to just wait around for you to fix everything?”
She let out a tiny laugh of amusement, shaking her head, “No. Your way obviously wasn’t working. But this one will. Go home, dad. You’re no longer a part of this.”
Bennet did stand up, the internal fight going on inside him clear by the look on his face. Bennet then made a mistake, one brought on by desperation and pain. His hand went to the gun at his side.
Right when his fingers graced the handle, it was ripped from his gasp to where Sylar snatched it from the air. He waved it back and forth as if taunting him, “Remember, this will no longer kill me.”
Sylar smirked, letting the words sink in. Mohinder lowered his eyes. There was no way to stop Sylar now, not if he had Claire powers. After all, Claire could regenerate. All Sylar had to do was have her trust, enough to cut her open and peak inside, taking whatever he’d need and allow it to grow back.
Simple.
“You son of a…”
“Ah ah ah, Mr. Bennet,” Sylar tsked, “ You don't want to set a bad example in front of your daughter now.”
An invisible shove to Bennet’s shoulder sent him on his way towards the door. Bennet stopped at Claire, looking at her with the utmost disgust. She looked right back at him, her stare unyielding and strong. As if to say that she thought she was making the right decision and no backlash from her father could change that.
The single goal Claire had ever strived for was to belong and she knew she belonged here. Where the power was, where she’d have complete dominion over her own life as well as the lives of others. She and Sylar were one of a kind now.
Claire didn’t so much as flinch as the door shut behind her father; she merely continued on down the line.
“And as for you, Elle. I know what you’re thinking. This isn’t fair, right? Well, I’ll give you the same advice you once gave me: Welcome to life.”
Elle didn’t say a word in response, her nails just dug deeper. Hatred was etched onto her otherwise beautiful face. Elle's eyes grazed over Mohinder's, even from that brief look Mohinder could feel the strength of her anger.
Claire finished up with a “You two can return to work now,” before stepping away from the door.
Only then was the hold over Mohinder released. Revulsion burned in Sylar’s direction, causing the killers smirk to widen, “I’ll talk to you later, Mohinder.”
Ushered out by Sylar's telekinesis, Mohinder and Elle had no choice but to leave. At least Mohinder attempted to avert his furious glare, but to no avail. They received only mischievous smiles for their trouble.
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Retreating from the room, Mohinder and Elle both made their way towards Mohinder’s lab since it was the farthest away from that room as any of their sanctuaries. They had become quite closer after New York.
Saving someones' life did tend to warrant one respect, and subsequently they'd been partnered. Once they had started to work together, watching each others backs became less of a duty and more of a joy. Elle looked to him as a friend and vice versa.
Almost safe, Elle suddenly stopped and let out a vicious scream. Blindingly blue electricity shot from her fingertips and struck the nearby wall, leaving a deep gash behind.
Mohinder stopped, simply watching her outburst. By now he was used to them and since they’d never been directed at him, he was not frightened of them. Elle had surprising control over her ability and he knew that when she did something like this, she was more than frustrated.
And she should be.
Nevertheless, Mohinder made an effort to soothe her temper, “Don’t worry, Elle. They won’t hurt Bob. They can’t, he’s the only person people listen to around here and if they kill him, they’d be chancing a mutiny. Not even they would be that stupid.”
Claire and Sylar may have been crazy, but they weren’t idiots.
Elle didn't want his advice, she was much too outraged to listen to reason, “It’s not just that. It’s this entire situation! My father once told me to be careful, that I could one day be taking orders from Claire. I can’t believe he was right! And her with Sylar, it makes no sense!”
Mohinder didn’t know when Bob told her what he did, he hadn’t even known that Elle and Claire had met before that day by the ocean, but he didn’t push for her to elaborate. Though, he could agree with her about the odd duo.
He never would have guessed it. Claire and Sylar joining forces. Though, when Mohinder examined it more logically, he could understand. He didn’t like it, but it did make a bit of sense once he contemplated it.
After all, it was true Claire had been running from Sylar, since her Homecoming game. But if Claire somehow gave Sylar what he wanted with a promise of giving him something else, for example: more power, there was no doubt Sylar. greedy for recognition, would accept.
It was true that Sylar didn’t exactly hate her; only lusted after her ability. Once he had it, there was nothing standing in the way of an alliance that would continuously reward him with supremacy over other, less important lives.
Now, Claire.... She had answered some of his questions already. She had despised running and hiding, being the individual that had to be protected by everyone else. She had wanted more control over her life. She’d learned that she was meant for more than being some girl lost in a crowd. She was destined to do something great.
Being in charge of The Company was just that. It cemented her a place in a world she could belong to, a position with the utmost authority. No more would she have to be afraid of anything or anyone. She’d secured herself a place in unwritten history.
And it’d been the sole means to stop herself from being murdered. She’d saved her own life as well as that of her family and also got a nice bonus. Now what else did she offer Sylar so he didn’t simply kill her?
Mohinder quickly realized that he had more important things to worry about than Claire right now. He needed to contact Matt and Molly who were still in New York. He couldn’t lead Sylar to them, so he wouldn't be able to see them for some time.
They’d changed apartments after his and Molly's kidnapping, not even The Company knew where they were located now. He wasn’t willing to potentially bring them to harm, not again. He bit his lip anxiously.
“Mohinder, I know what you’re thinking.” Elle's slender fingers coiled around his arm, her desperation quite clear, “Just don’t leave, okay? You and I are the only ones who can do something about this and you know it. Besides, if you run, I’ll just go after you. I’m not willing to be in this alone. Not this time. I’m no longer a solo act, remember?”
Mohinder couldn’t help but grin in response. Ever since they’d been partnered, he did feel stronger, safer. He wouldn’t leave her. After all, she hadn’t abandoned him.
One of ours, one of theirs.
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“Matt, I need you and Molly to get out of the city. Go somewhere safe.”
“Mohinder, calm down. Tell me what’s going on.”
Mohinder was in his car, driving away as he made the phone call. He knew this was the only way to make the phone call safely, if there was such a thing anymore. “Sylar and…and Claire have taken over The Company. It’s no longer safe for us. It never was.”
“Sylar and Claire? Now it all makes sense…”
“What?”
“The Petrellis, Mohinder. They were found murdered last night in their homes. I tried to call you when I found out, but your phone was turned off.”
“Oh, yeah, I was working...” Sufficient answer enough.
Matt proceeded with his explanation, “All three of them, with their brains removed. I just couldn’t understand how Sylar could have gotten in, not with Peter's strength and all of the security they had. Claire must have led Sylar in, helped him. But why? Is he forcing her?”
It was obvious Matt was skeptical, but it was the only alternative he could comprehend. Mohinder took a moment to process the new information, all of it suddenly making sense to him as well. Claire had mentioned that the Petrellis were no longer a threat, why hadn't he recognized the hint earlier?
Now that Peter and Angela were dead, there were no more key players in the running of The Company, all except for Bob. It created the perfect opportunity for Sylar and Claire to seize control.
That must have been the prize Claire had dangled in front of Sylar’s face. Peter Petrelli. Now that he had Peter’s power, he was invincible. He could get any ability he wanted from anyone and he could reach every person he longed for through The Company's resources and connections.
It was the perfect plan.
Mohinder swallowed, “No. It was of her own free will. They made a deal.”
Judging by the lack of spoken words, Matt was utterly astounded. Mohinder didn’t have time to let him deliberate, “Matt, I still need for you to get Molly out of there. Protect her at all costs.”
Matt knew how special Molly was to him. To both of them. Mohinder had no doubt he would do all he could to keep her unharmed.
“Of course, Mohinder. And what about you? I know you can’t come here…how can I keep you safe?”
Mohinder smiled. It was so like Matt, trying to save everyone. But this time he couldn’t, he had to put his mind towards defending Molly. Literally. If he left Molly unattended, it would be an opening for Sylar.
Sylar didn't need Molly's ability any longer, but that didn't mean he wouldn't hurt her just to screw around with him.
Mohinder shook his head, “You can’t. I can protect myself.”
“Haven’t you learned by now not to try and be a hero?”
“Apparently not. Besides, I have Elle now.”
Matt snorted, “That doesn’t mean much. Not with Sylar in the picture. You’ll contact me as soon as you know more?”
“Of course. Goodbye Matt. Tell Molly I love her.”
“I will.”
Mohinder hung up the phone and not even a second later; it was ringing once more in his hands. Assuming it was Matt with more questions, he answered it without looking.
“Mohinder. I know you're not approved to leave work early today.”
Mohinder didn’t even have to say his name, nor did he have to release a breath in fear. The rapid beating of his heart was all too familiar.
“Come back to work and I won’t dock your pay any.”
There was amusement in Sylar's voice and Mohinder was tempted not to return merely to spite him. But he knew there was no point in staying away. Getting this finished as soon as possible was the best option.
Mohinder nodded silently, hanging up the phone and turning into the closest driveway before heading back in the direction he’d come from.
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Elle sat in her father’s chair, waiting for him to come back to his office. She was tense, yearning only for the chance to burn Claire to a crisp. Her hatred for Sylar was minuscule compared to her feelings towards Miss PomPom.
She’d always hated her, ever since the first time she’d seen her.
The door opened and her father entered the room. She stood quickly to face him, “What are we going to do?”
“We’re going to go along with them, Elle,” Bob answered.
“What?!” Her voice rose more than she’d meant to let it, but her aggravation could not be hidden. No matter how hard she tried.
“You heard me. They cannot be killed so easily, Elle. And there are two of them, one always there to revive the other. I never thought they would become allies, but they are most definitely a team. Indestructible at that. Both know they need the other to keep this little charade going”
“But…”
“No, Elle. Do not even think about it. As long as you lay low, they’ll be no problems, alright? The Petrellis are dead, there’s no one powerful enough to beat them. Especially Sylar.”
The news hit Elle quickly. The Petrellis were dead? They’d been such a major part in The Company for so long, it was hard to believe that they were gone. Especially Peter, he’d had so much potential. She frowned, remembering their short lived romance. He'd been playing her the entire time, but oh, it'd been such a fun game.
However, their untimely deaths did tie in nicely with why Claire wasn’t dead. She’d helped Sylar get to Peter, since he was the last person strong enough to even stand a chance against the serial killer. How cold of Claire. Elle wouldn't have thought she'd had it in her.
That alone caused Elle to gain a bit of respect for her. Anyone who would off their own family for power clearly meant business.
Bob interrupted her minds' ramblings, “I need you to leave now. Go back to your duties. Stay under their radar, you understand me? Think nothing of this change. For now, there’s nothing we can do.”
Bob didn’t believe there ever would be, but Elle wasn’t nearly ready to give up just yet.
Author Note: Is this text hard to read for anyone? If it is, do tell! Also, I haven't decided if the Eclaire will be graphic or not, if you have any input, I'd love to hear it. Oh, and this fic is probably going to be pretty 'epic' (it's already got eight chapters and I haven't even written all of it yet.)
Chapter Two
Author: yaoi_anti_drug
Beta: ladywilde80
Pairings: Sylar/Mohinder, eventual Elle/Claire
Genre: Drama, Angst
Characters: Sylar, Mohinder, Elle, Claire, Bob, Matt, and mention of Molly
Rating: PG
Summary: There's some new leaders at The Company. (Keep an open mind with this fic...)
Word Count: about 3,240 words
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Violence, Off-Screen Character Death, and this might be a warning for some but eventual Femmeslash (I haven't decided if it'll be graphic or not yet.)
Notes: Hello, everyone! It's been a very long time, many of you won't even know who I am, O.o. Even so, I'm baaack! ^_^ Thank you so much ladywilde80! You helped to get me writing Heroes again, so much love to you! Constructive criticism is always loved and comments, even if it’s to say you hate it, are always appreciated too. Title from "I Will Possess Your Heart" by Death Cab For Cutie.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, if I did, everyone on the show would be gay!
Quick Edit: I just read a comment that made me want to say this. I actually started writing this fic back in January, but my muse died, so no, this fic did not come from any spoilers.
I recommend this video before reading: Claire: Animal I've Become
I Will Possess Your Heart 1/10:
Sylar's bright eyes were victorious as he cornered his prey, lips twisted into an amused smirk, “I’ve finally found you and you want me to wait to listen to you?”
“Yes. You’ve already trapped me, there’s no way anyone can save me now. Would it really hurt to listen to what I have to say?”
Sylar eyed his victim up and down, giving a sigh of consent, “No, I suppose not. Talk.”
“I’m sick of being the one that has to be protected. I’m sick of running and hiding. I’m meant for more than this. I know you can sympathize. We could work together to get what we both want.”
“Or I could just kill you now and get it anyways.”
“Sylar, stop. I can get you Peter.”
Sylar halted his advance, lowering his finger, his eyes narrowing. Peter had become much stronger after he saved his brother, gaining new confidence and control. He was nearly unstoppable now. There was no way Sylar could get to him without assistance.
And help was being offered to him.
“…Go on.”
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Mohinder didn’t know what was happening. No one did. All he knew for certain was that he and all of the higher ranking employees in the building were to report to an assigned conference room.
Normally, Mohinder wouldn’t even be here for this meeting. He’d be at his lab in New York City, where he worked with Maya, but The Company had a very demanding patient here in Texas. She required the help of a professional and Mohinder guessed the ‘Dr.’ before his name was adequate enough to gain her unwavering faith.
There were about six people in total. Bennet, Elle, himself and three others. He sat down next to a very worried looking Elle, catching her eyes. It was obvious she had no answers for him.
“My father didn’t contact me about anything like this. Something is wrong.”
Bennet alone appeared unperturbed; he was sitting back calmly in his chair, simply waiting with not a hint of apprehension.
When the door opened, every head seated at the table snapped to attention. When they spied who walked through the door, almost every person gasped. Mohinder himself stood up so quickly his chair was knocked to the ground with a clatter no one heard.
Sylar was standing at the door, garbed in his usual dark attire, then Bob who wore a look of uneasiness, his fists curled. However nothing was more surprising then the identity of the person who closed the door behind him.
It was Claire Bennet. Her long blond hair was tied up in a curling ponytail and she was dressed in a light blue shirt with a red jacket over top with simple jeans. There was a glint in her eye that just didn’t belong.
Bennet was the first to speak, shouting out a incredulous “Claire!”
He began to stand up, but an invisible hand pushed him down. Mohinder knew it was Sylar’s doing.
“You sit down too, Mohinder. It’ll be explained in due time,” Sylar added.
Mohinder's chair was turned upright and it slammed into the back of his knees, giving him no choice but to fall helplessly back down into it. A force kept him down, the same influence that held Bennet down and exactly like him, Mohinder was unable to speak.
The tension in the room was stifling. Everyone was ready for a fight, but Bob’s eyes implored them not to make a move. This was especially directed at his daughter who stayed taut in her chair, her fingernails biting into the wood of her seat.
Claire sent an observing eye over the room, “I’m sure you all have plenty of questions. I’ll try to answer the majority of them right now. You take orders from Sylar and I now. “
She let the information soak in before continuing, “There are no Petrellis to worry about, no other driving force behind this Company but us. If any of you have any problems with this, I suggest you keep them to yourself. I'm afraid the sole solution to them will not be very pleasant for you.”
She glanced to Sylar so it became more than obvious what kind of ‘solution’ it’d be, “I don’t want to have any problems here. Just think of it as a change in administration. Nothing about the work will change, at least not for a while.”
No one said a word. The only people that would have spoken up were being silenced, two by force and one by a father’s pleading eyes.
“Excellent. Everyone can go back to work now. Except you three.”
Everyone knew who ‘you three’ were in reference to. Bennet, Elle, and Mohinder. The rest of them filed out. When they were gone, Claire turned her attention to her father as Bob was pressured down into a seat by Sylar’s physical hand.
“I am sorry, but I am tired of running, father. Of hiding. Don’t be angry with me.”
Bennet was able to reply only after she was done speaking and he did so, “You're working with Sylar, Claire. How could you?”
There was pure disappointment in his voice, a disbelief that echoed a pang of sympathy even in Mohinder’s heart.
Claire let out a sigh, the sorrow that had lingered in her weary gaze gone, replaced with apathy, “I don’t expect you to understand. But you don’t need to. You can go home now. Be with mom and Lyle, live a normal life. It’s what you always fought for, isn’t it?”
“It’s what you wanted too, Claire.”
She gave him a sad little smile, the one she is so well known for, “Not anymore. I realized I could never have it. I learned to accept I’m better than that. I’m in control of my own life now. Did you expect me to just wait around for you to fix everything?”
She let out a tiny laugh of amusement, shaking her head, “No. Your way obviously wasn’t working. But this one will. Go home, dad. You’re no longer a part of this.”
Bennet did stand up, the internal fight going on inside him clear by the look on his face. Bennet then made a mistake, one brought on by desperation and pain. His hand went to the gun at his side.
Right when his fingers graced the handle, it was ripped from his gasp to where Sylar snatched it from the air. He waved it back and forth as if taunting him, “Remember, this will no longer kill me.”
Sylar smirked, letting the words sink in. Mohinder lowered his eyes. There was no way to stop Sylar now, not if he had Claire powers. After all, Claire could regenerate. All Sylar had to do was have her trust, enough to cut her open and peak inside, taking whatever he’d need and allow it to grow back.
Simple.
“You son of a…”
“Ah ah ah, Mr. Bennet,” Sylar tsked, “ You don't want to set a bad example in front of your daughter now.”
An invisible shove to Bennet’s shoulder sent him on his way towards the door. Bennet stopped at Claire, looking at her with the utmost disgust. She looked right back at him, her stare unyielding and strong. As if to say that she thought she was making the right decision and no backlash from her father could change that.
The single goal Claire had ever strived for was to belong and she knew she belonged here. Where the power was, where she’d have complete dominion over her own life as well as the lives of others. She and Sylar were one of a kind now.
Claire didn’t so much as flinch as the door shut behind her father; she merely continued on down the line.
“And as for you, Elle. I know what you’re thinking. This isn’t fair, right? Well, I’ll give you the same advice you once gave me: Welcome to life.”
Elle didn’t say a word in response, her nails just dug deeper. Hatred was etched onto her otherwise beautiful face. Elle's eyes grazed over Mohinder's, even from that brief look Mohinder could feel the strength of her anger.
Claire finished up with a “You two can return to work now,” before stepping away from the door.
Only then was the hold over Mohinder released. Revulsion burned in Sylar’s direction, causing the killers smirk to widen, “I’ll talk to you later, Mohinder.”
Ushered out by Sylar's telekinesis, Mohinder and Elle had no choice but to leave. At least Mohinder attempted to avert his furious glare, but to no avail. They received only mischievous smiles for their trouble.
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Retreating from the room, Mohinder and Elle both made their way towards Mohinder’s lab since it was the farthest away from that room as any of their sanctuaries. They had become quite closer after New York.
Saving someones' life did tend to warrant one respect, and subsequently they'd been partnered. Once they had started to work together, watching each others backs became less of a duty and more of a joy. Elle looked to him as a friend and vice versa.
Almost safe, Elle suddenly stopped and let out a vicious scream. Blindingly blue electricity shot from her fingertips and struck the nearby wall, leaving a deep gash behind.
Mohinder stopped, simply watching her outburst. By now he was used to them and since they’d never been directed at him, he was not frightened of them. Elle had surprising control over her ability and he knew that when she did something like this, she was more than frustrated.
And she should be.
Nevertheless, Mohinder made an effort to soothe her temper, “Don’t worry, Elle. They won’t hurt Bob. They can’t, he’s the only person people listen to around here and if they kill him, they’d be chancing a mutiny. Not even they would be that stupid.”
Claire and Sylar may have been crazy, but they weren’t idiots.
Elle didn't want his advice, she was much too outraged to listen to reason, “It’s not just that. It’s this entire situation! My father once told me to be careful, that I could one day be taking orders from Claire. I can’t believe he was right! And her with Sylar, it makes no sense!”
Mohinder didn’t know when Bob told her what he did, he hadn’t even known that Elle and Claire had met before that day by the ocean, but he didn’t push for her to elaborate. Though, he could agree with her about the odd duo.
He never would have guessed it. Claire and Sylar joining forces. Though, when Mohinder examined it more logically, he could understand. He didn’t like it, but it did make a bit of sense once he contemplated it.
After all, it was true Claire had been running from Sylar, since her Homecoming game. But if Claire somehow gave Sylar what he wanted with a promise of giving him something else, for example: more power, there was no doubt Sylar. greedy for recognition, would accept.
It was true that Sylar didn’t exactly hate her; only lusted after her ability. Once he had it, there was nothing standing in the way of an alliance that would continuously reward him with supremacy over other, less important lives.
Now, Claire.... She had answered some of his questions already. She had despised running and hiding, being the individual that had to be protected by everyone else. She had wanted more control over her life. She’d learned that she was meant for more than being some girl lost in a crowd. She was destined to do something great.
Being in charge of The Company was just that. It cemented her a place in a world she could belong to, a position with the utmost authority. No more would she have to be afraid of anything or anyone. She’d secured herself a place in unwritten history.
And it’d been the sole means to stop herself from being murdered. She’d saved her own life as well as that of her family and also got a nice bonus. Now what else did she offer Sylar so he didn’t simply kill her?
Mohinder quickly realized that he had more important things to worry about than Claire right now. He needed to contact Matt and Molly who were still in New York. He couldn’t lead Sylar to them, so he wouldn't be able to see them for some time.
They’d changed apartments after his and Molly's kidnapping, not even The Company knew where they were located now. He wasn’t willing to potentially bring them to harm, not again. He bit his lip anxiously.
“Mohinder, I know what you’re thinking.” Elle's slender fingers coiled around his arm, her desperation quite clear, “Just don’t leave, okay? You and I are the only ones who can do something about this and you know it. Besides, if you run, I’ll just go after you. I’m not willing to be in this alone. Not this time. I’m no longer a solo act, remember?”
Mohinder couldn’t help but grin in response. Ever since they’d been partnered, he did feel stronger, safer. He wouldn’t leave her. After all, she hadn’t abandoned him.
One of ours, one of theirs.
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“Matt, I need you and Molly to get out of the city. Go somewhere safe.”
“Mohinder, calm down. Tell me what’s going on.”
Mohinder was in his car, driving away as he made the phone call. He knew this was the only way to make the phone call safely, if there was such a thing anymore. “Sylar and…and Claire have taken over The Company. It’s no longer safe for us. It never was.”
“Sylar and Claire? Now it all makes sense…”
“What?”
“The Petrellis, Mohinder. They were found murdered last night in their homes. I tried to call you when I found out, but your phone was turned off.”
“Oh, yeah, I was working...” Sufficient answer enough.
Matt proceeded with his explanation, “All three of them, with their brains removed. I just couldn’t understand how Sylar could have gotten in, not with Peter's strength and all of the security they had. Claire must have led Sylar in, helped him. But why? Is he forcing her?”
It was obvious Matt was skeptical, but it was the only alternative he could comprehend. Mohinder took a moment to process the new information, all of it suddenly making sense to him as well. Claire had mentioned that the Petrellis were no longer a threat, why hadn't he recognized the hint earlier?
Now that Peter and Angela were dead, there were no more key players in the running of The Company, all except for Bob. It created the perfect opportunity for Sylar and Claire to seize control.
That must have been the prize Claire had dangled in front of Sylar’s face. Peter Petrelli. Now that he had Peter’s power, he was invincible. He could get any ability he wanted from anyone and he could reach every person he longed for through The Company's resources and connections.
It was the perfect plan.
Mohinder swallowed, “No. It was of her own free will. They made a deal.”
Judging by the lack of spoken words, Matt was utterly astounded. Mohinder didn’t have time to let him deliberate, “Matt, I still need for you to get Molly out of there. Protect her at all costs.”
Matt knew how special Molly was to him. To both of them. Mohinder had no doubt he would do all he could to keep her unharmed.
“Of course, Mohinder. And what about you? I know you can’t come here…how can I keep you safe?”
Mohinder smiled. It was so like Matt, trying to save everyone. But this time he couldn’t, he had to put his mind towards defending Molly. Literally. If he left Molly unattended, it would be an opening for Sylar.
Sylar didn't need Molly's ability any longer, but that didn't mean he wouldn't hurt her just to screw around with him.
Mohinder shook his head, “You can’t. I can protect myself.”
“Haven’t you learned by now not to try and be a hero?”
“Apparently not. Besides, I have Elle now.”
Matt snorted, “That doesn’t mean much. Not with Sylar in the picture. You’ll contact me as soon as you know more?”
“Of course. Goodbye Matt. Tell Molly I love her.”
“I will.”
Mohinder hung up the phone and not even a second later; it was ringing once more in his hands. Assuming it was Matt with more questions, he answered it without looking.
“Mohinder. I know you're not approved to leave work early today.”
Mohinder didn’t even have to say his name, nor did he have to release a breath in fear. The rapid beating of his heart was all too familiar.
“Come back to work and I won’t dock your pay any.”
There was amusement in Sylar's voice and Mohinder was tempted not to return merely to spite him. But he knew there was no point in staying away. Getting this finished as soon as possible was the best option.
Mohinder nodded silently, hanging up the phone and turning into the closest driveway before heading back in the direction he’d come from.
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Elle sat in her father’s chair, waiting for him to come back to his office. She was tense, yearning only for the chance to burn Claire to a crisp. Her hatred for Sylar was minuscule compared to her feelings towards Miss PomPom.
She’d always hated her, ever since the first time she’d seen her.
The door opened and her father entered the room. She stood quickly to face him, “What are we going to do?”
“We’re going to go along with them, Elle,” Bob answered.
“What?!” Her voice rose more than she’d meant to let it, but her aggravation could not be hidden. No matter how hard she tried.
“You heard me. They cannot be killed so easily, Elle. And there are two of them, one always there to revive the other. I never thought they would become allies, but they are most definitely a team. Indestructible at that. Both know they need the other to keep this little charade going”
“But…”
“No, Elle. Do not even think about it. As long as you lay low, they’ll be no problems, alright? The Petrellis are dead, there’s no one powerful enough to beat them. Especially Sylar.”
The news hit Elle quickly. The Petrellis were dead? They’d been such a major part in The Company for so long, it was hard to believe that they were gone. Especially Peter, he’d had so much potential. She frowned, remembering their short lived romance. He'd been playing her the entire time, but oh, it'd been such a fun game.
However, their untimely deaths did tie in nicely with why Claire wasn’t dead. She’d helped Sylar get to Peter, since he was the last person strong enough to even stand a chance against the serial killer. How cold of Claire. Elle wouldn't have thought she'd had it in her.
That alone caused Elle to gain a bit of respect for her. Anyone who would off their own family for power clearly meant business.
Bob interrupted her minds' ramblings, “I need you to leave now. Go back to your duties. Stay under their radar, you understand me? Think nothing of this change. For now, there’s nothing we can do.”
Bob didn’t believe there ever would be, but Elle wasn’t nearly ready to give up just yet.
Author Note: Is this text hard to read for anyone? If it is, do tell! Also, I haven't decided if the Eclaire will be graphic or not, if you have any input, I'd love to hear it. Oh, and this fic is probably going to be pretty 'epic' (it's already got eight chapters and I haven't even written all of it yet.)
Chapter Two