[heroes] right where it hurts
Title: right where it hurts
Author: trysts
Rating: PG-13
Series: meet me in the dark | creep | band aid covers the bullet hole
Character/Pairing: Angela Petrelli, Bob Bishop, the Sylar/Elle relatonship
Spoilers/Warnings: some dark themes, takes place immediately after 1x23 "How to Stop an Exploding Man".
Author's Notes: AU from 1x09, part of the now tentatively named series "Sensitivity to Light", which will span from S1 to S3, Volume 4 "Fugatives". Totally and completely AU. Title taken from Don't Look Down. Sorry about the tardiness. It took me a while to figure out where I actually wanted this series to go, and then I did and mapped it out. Then it was time to study for finals, so there you go. On a more technical note, I was wondering if anyone I'd like to beta the rest of the series? I'm in dire need of one. ^^
Bob Bishop thought, for the most part, he and Angela Petrelli got along well enough. They hadn’t seen much of each other over the last few years, but when Angela had decided to stop in and check on Linderman’s progress and to monitor some of the more interesting powers, they had always remained polite and civil.
He figured that was for the best, because with Linderman now dead, Bob was the one who held the highest seat of authority in Primatech. But the resources-Bob may have been able to turn anything into gold, but Angela had something he didn’t; prestige and pedigree, and when she cashed mountains of golden bricks in, they wouldn’t question her-for the company came from the Petrelli clan, and everyone knew that it was Angela who should have been in control all along.
Angela Petrelli, however, preferred to be on the outside looking in. After all, she was not only a powerful seer, but also the matron of the Petrelli clan and was busy grooming her eldest son for the Senate. Of course, with the recent events involving both her sons, Peter and Nathan, the government position might be a long shot.
“We’ve retaken Sylar,” Bob told her, and they both said nothing about the way his fingers tightened into balls on the desk he was seated at. “He’s been moved to our facility in Mexico with Candice.”
“Mexico?” Angela paced the deep red carpet of the room, already scrubbed clean of Linderman’s blood. “That’s more of a safehouse than facility. He’s already escaped from Odessa, how on earth can he be held in Mexico?”
“He’s already been injected with the Shanti virus. He’s powerless.” Bob had done that himself, taken pleasure at feeling the boy’s muscles twitch beneath his fingertips as all their bloody conquests were zapped from them.
Angela scoffed, her nose upturning in the air. Bob had always admired that ability of hers, and her husband. The way they could so casually turn their noses at anyone and anything.
“And once we’re given the results from our blood tests, I’ll his order his execution.”
“Well, you can’t do that,” Angela said, shaking her head like she pitied him.
“And why not? He’s a monster, isn’t he? How many lives has he taken?” Bob lifted a fist, barely resisting the urge to shake it at her. “How many lives has he ruined? The man doesn’t deserve to live.”
“Are we back to playing God?” Angela wondered, sounding bored. “You and I both understand the extremities of Sylar’s power. His bloodlust is not altogether his fault.”
“I will not allow that monster to have even the possibility to roaming free.”
“You’re willing to murder the father of your grandchild?”
“He is not-” Bob leapt to his feet, his hands slapping down hard into the desk. “What he did to my daughter-that doesn’t make him anything to her, or me. He deserves to die for that alone, for what he put Elle through.”
“Yes,” Angela said, sniffing again. “Poor little Elle. But I do trust that you’re monitoring the child’s development?”
Of course he was, though he felt a twinge of shame doing it. Elle was growing more and more attached to the baby growing inside her, seemed undaunted that it had been created in an act of hate and violence. She had purchased about fifty baby books and was steadily reading them all, making little notes in her notebook, picking out names.
It disgusted Bob. That was Sylar’s baby as much as it was Elle’s. What grew inside Elle’s womb was a product of a monster, a man with little remorse. The child would be born of rape.
If there hadn’t been such a high probability that, as third generation, the baby would very likely have an ability, Bob would have taken care of it himself, erased Elle’s memory, and gone back to the way things had been.
But he couldn’t. He couldn’t possibly consider eliminating that kind of potential. The baby could even show power in the developmental stages of its life, could come out of Elle with a fully formed ability. Sylar, for all his monstrosities, was a powerful entity, and it would foolish to overlook any offspring from him.
And it wouldn’t be long before he would be able to take the baby away, the oppressive reminder of Elle’s failure that grew inside her. Angela was particularly interested in the baby, and she could have it. Bob would go back to perfecting Elle.
Sylar, however, had no further use.
“The baby is being monitored. I’ll send you a report. But I will not budge on the Sylar case.”
“Really? That’s too bad.” Angela stopped pacing and smiling patronizingly at him. “Then I suppose I’ll have to go over your head.”
“You can’t-”
“My husband and I created this company, did we not? I’m afraid I have a little more authority than you,” Angela told him, still smiling. “But don’t worry. I have no desire to replace you, Bob, unless absolutely necessary. Just tell Candice that she will be reporting to me concerning what to do with Sylar.”
“And I don’t?”
“Let’s not talk about such unpleasantness, shall we?” Angela looked out the big bay windows behind Bob, where the glittering lights of New York City danced below. “But I can assure you, it would not end well for you.”
Bob didn’t doubt it. Before Arthur Petrelli had changed the dynamics of their relationship, Angela Petrelli had been ruthless, cutthroat, willing to do anything and everything to meet her own goals, and her visions had allowed her to see which paths would take her to victory.
“Why are you so interested in Sylar anyway?”
“When it’s important for you to know, I’ll tell you,” was all Angela said. “But for now make sure that you give my message to Candice. And make sure that daughter of yours doesn’t hurt the baby. He’s very precious to me.”
Without looking at him, Angela turned on her heel and left the room, the clicking shut behind her softly.
Utterly defeated, Bob slumped down in his seat, pressing two fingers to his temples. He only allowed himself a moment, then he picked up the phone and dialed Candice.
Author: trysts
Rating: PG-13
Series: meet me in the dark | creep | band aid covers the bullet hole
Character/Pairing: Angela Petrelli, Bob Bishop, the Sylar/Elle relatonship
Spoilers/Warnings: some dark themes, takes place immediately after 1x23 "How to Stop an Exploding Man".
Author's Notes: AU from 1x09, part of the now tentatively named series "Sensitivity to Light", which will span from S1 to S3, Volume 4 "Fugatives". Totally and completely AU. Title taken from Don't Look Down. Sorry about the tardiness. It took me a while to figure out where I actually wanted this series to go, and then I did and mapped it out. Then it was time to study for finals, so there you go. On a more technical note, I was wondering if anyone I'd like to beta the rest of the series? I'm in dire need of one. ^^
Bob Bishop thought, for the most part, he and Angela Petrelli got along well enough. They hadn’t seen much of each other over the last few years, but when Angela had decided to stop in and check on Linderman’s progress and to monitor some of the more interesting powers, they had always remained polite and civil.
He figured that was for the best, because with Linderman now dead, Bob was the one who held the highest seat of authority in Primatech. But the resources-Bob may have been able to turn anything into gold, but Angela had something he didn’t; prestige and pedigree, and when she cashed mountains of golden bricks in, they wouldn’t question her-for the company came from the Petrelli clan, and everyone knew that it was Angela who should have been in control all along.
Angela Petrelli, however, preferred to be on the outside looking in. After all, she was not only a powerful seer, but also the matron of the Petrelli clan and was busy grooming her eldest son for the Senate. Of course, with the recent events involving both her sons, Peter and Nathan, the government position might be a long shot.
“We’ve retaken Sylar,” Bob told her, and they both said nothing about the way his fingers tightened into balls on the desk he was seated at. “He’s been moved to our facility in Mexico with Candice.”
“Mexico?” Angela paced the deep red carpet of the room, already scrubbed clean of Linderman’s blood. “That’s more of a safehouse than facility. He’s already escaped from Odessa, how on earth can he be held in Mexico?”
“He’s already been injected with the Shanti virus. He’s powerless.” Bob had done that himself, taken pleasure at feeling the boy’s muscles twitch beneath his fingertips as all their bloody conquests were zapped from them.
Angela scoffed, her nose upturning in the air. Bob had always admired that ability of hers, and her husband. The way they could so casually turn their noses at anyone and anything.
“And once we’re given the results from our blood tests, I’ll his order his execution.”
“Well, you can’t do that,” Angela said, shaking her head like she pitied him.
“And why not? He’s a monster, isn’t he? How many lives has he taken?” Bob lifted a fist, barely resisting the urge to shake it at her. “How many lives has he ruined? The man doesn’t deserve to live.”
“Are we back to playing God?” Angela wondered, sounding bored. “You and I both understand the extremities of Sylar’s power. His bloodlust is not altogether his fault.”
“I will not allow that monster to have even the possibility to roaming free.”
“You’re willing to murder the father of your grandchild?”
“He is not-” Bob leapt to his feet, his hands slapping down hard into the desk. “What he did to my daughter-that doesn’t make him anything to her, or me. He deserves to die for that alone, for what he put Elle through.”
“Yes,” Angela said, sniffing again. “Poor little Elle. But I do trust that you’re monitoring the child’s development?”
Of course he was, though he felt a twinge of shame doing it. Elle was growing more and more attached to the baby growing inside her, seemed undaunted that it had been created in an act of hate and violence. She had purchased about fifty baby books and was steadily reading them all, making little notes in her notebook, picking out names.
It disgusted Bob. That was Sylar’s baby as much as it was Elle’s. What grew inside Elle’s womb was a product of a monster, a man with little remorse. The child would be born of rape.
If there hadn’t been such a high probability that, as third generation, the baby would very likely have an ability, Bob would have taken care of it himself, erased Elle’s memory, and gone back to the way things had been.
But he couldn’t. He couldn’t possibly consider eliminating that kind of potential. The baby could even show power in the developmental stages of its life, could come out of Elle with a fully formed ability. Sylar, for all his monstrosities, was a powerful entity, and it would foolish to overlook any offspring from him.
And it wouldn’t be long before he would be able to take the baby away, the oppressive reminder of Elle’s failure that grew inside her. Angela was particularly interested in the baby, and she could have it. Bob would go back to perfecting Elle.
Sylar, however, had no further use.
“The baby is being monitored. I’ll send you a report. But I will not budge on the Sylar case.”
“Really? That’s too bad.” Angela stopped pacing and smiling patronizingly at him. “Then I suppose I’ll have to go over your head.”
“You can’t-”
“My husband and I created this company, did we not? I’m afraid I have a little more authority than you,” Angela told him, still smiling. “But don’t worry. I have no desire to replace you, Bob, unless absolutely necessary. Just tell Candice that she will be reporting to me concerning what to do with Sylar.”
“And I don’t?”
“Let’s not talk about such unpleasantness, shall we?” Angela looked out the big bay windows behind Bob, where the glittering lights of New York City danced below. “But I can assure you, it would not end well for you.”
Bob didn’t doubt it. Before Arthur Petrelli had changed the dynamics of their relationship, Angela Petrelli had been ruthless, cutthroat, willing to do anything and everything to meet her own goals, and her visions had allowed her to see which paths would take her to victory.
“Why are you so interested in Sylar anyway?”
“When it’s important for you to know, I’ll tell you,” was all Angela said. “But for now make sure that you give my message to Candice. And make sure that daughter of yours doesn’t hurt the baby. He’s very precious to me.”
Without looking at him, Angela turned on her heel and left the room, the clicking shut behind her softly.
Utterly defeated, Bob slumped down in his seat, pressing two fingers to his temples. He only allowed himself a moment, then he picked up the phone and dialed Candice.