fic: Stand Next to the Sun and Burn
Title: Stand Next to the Sun and Burn
Pairing(s): Elle/Bob, Elle/HRG, Elle/Peter, Elle/Sylar
Rating: R
Warnings: Incest (kinda, you'll see)
Summary: Well um, 3 times that Elle has sex and doesn't remember...and the 1 time she does
A/N: I totally blame dragynflies for actually encouraging me to write Elle/Bob. And I've had a really bad case of writer's block lately and this had actually been started awhile ago. Unbeta'd, so sorry for any mistakes.
Elle/Bob
Voices float around her, everything sounds hushed and unintelligible. She struggles to listen and make sense of what she's hearing but the drug that's being pumped into her system is relentless.
"...can't...daughter..."
"You...disgusting..."
"...scarred..."
"Don't...lecturing...removed."
"...waking..."
Everything goes silent again.
---
Momentary lapse in judgement. That's what he tells himself. It had been a trying day, particularly because it was the anniversary of his wife's death. But she doesn't remember that. She had been too young to remember dates but not him. He remembers all too well. Suddenly, his hands grip the arms of his chair so tightly that his knuckles turn white.
He tilts his head ever so slightly, looking down at her.
Long blonde hair running down her back and her pretty little face screwed up in concentration as her lips are closed down around him. Her slim petite hands running up and down his shaft.
So wrong but it feels so good.
It's that feeling that would come back to haunt him in a few day's time. Bad decisions would go past a quick blowjob in his office from his eager to please teenage daughter to something more. Something that burns him with shame.
---
"But Daddy!" Elle's protests echo down the hallways of Primatech. "I said I wouldn't tell."
Bob's mouth is set in a firm line. "And yet, you have disappointed me time and time again. This time, I must take precautionary measures." He turns and nods his head at his silent associate standing next to him.
The Haitian walks confidently down the hallway to where Elle's fallen to her knees, a few tears slipping down her face. He bends down onto one knee and places a hand on Elle's head.
In a few moments, Elle won't remember why there are tears running down her face and why she's down on her knees. Most importantly, she won't remember that she actually lost her virginity by fucking her father.
And that's how Bob wants it to be. Even if he's not really her biological father.
Elle/Noah
Neither of them realize it at the time but the van's rigged with cameras of its own. Cameras that record every movement and sound and transmit directly to Bob Bishop's office.
When the two arrive back at Primatech, the Haitian is there to greet them and herds them to Bob's office. Once at the office, they see the back of Bob's chair facing them. The office door closes as the Haitian silently retreats to the back of the office.
The chair turns around, squeaking ever so slightly. The look on his face is one of utter disapproval and in his right hand, a solid gold pen twirls between his fingers. Bob sets the pen down on his desk and gives Noah the coldest look he can muster.
"Noah, you are not new to working here. I know that you are well aware of the rules of proper conduct among agents?"
Bennet's face betrays nothing. "Of course."
"Then you know that violating my daughter would be considered grounds for dismissal." Bob twists his computer monitor around and on the screen, plain as day, a frozen screenshot of Elle and Noah in flagrante delicto.
Elle sucks in her breath and she would have quickly sent a blast that would have destroyed the monitor had the Haitian not been in the room. "Daddy..."
"Don't "Daddy" me, Elle. I will talk to you later," he dismisses her with a wave of his hand. The Haitian takes ahold of Elle's arm and leads her out of the room. Both Bob and Noah can hear her protests before the office door closes.
"What do you want, Bob?" Noah asks between gritted teeth.
"There's nothing you can give me that I don't already have," Bob gestures towards various gold objects in the room. "I should fire you and even have your memory be erased. But seeing that you are perhaps one of the better agents Primatech has, I'm hesitant to make those decisions."
"Well, if you're not going to fire me and you're not going to have the Haitian do a number on me, then what?" Noah asks dryly as he folds his arms across his chest.
Bob stands up, bracing his hands against his desk. "Noah, I have no doubt that having you keep the memories of what you and my daughter did is punishment enough. Besides, you don't ever want to let Sandra...or Claire to see this video, do you?"
When Noah leaves the office later, he runs into Elle. She gives him a snide smile as she pushes past him. "Coming from Daddy's office? What did you do to get into trouble?"
Noah shakes his head grimly. She's had her mind wiped.
Elle/Peter
Peter's not completely foolish. He knows that one day of not taking pills isn't completely enough to help him regain the full use of his powers. He's been cooped up here in Level 5 for awhile and all those power negation pills have taken a toll on his system.
He also knows that he needs to continue to keep Elle from looking over his shoulder when he's supposed to ingest the damn pills. Feigning interest in her had caught her completely off guard, he could tell. Then the kiss definitely did the trick.
But continuing to trick Elle couldn't last on a kiss. Not with a girl like her. And he'd be lying to himself if he didn't admit he wasn't even slightly interested in her. Yeah, he had told Adam something different but he's never even seen the guy on the other side of the wall. He figures he's entitled to keep some of his secrets.
So now, he's sitting on this cot that has a poor excuse for a mattress. His back is against the cold hard wall, with his legs out in front of him and his feet dangling over the edge. Peter's lost in his thoughts that he almost didn't realize Elle's entering with her customary tray full of the pills. Haitian pills, he remembers Elle saying.
His eyes take her in while his expression betrays nothing, save a faint crooked smile. Elle's wearing a fitted dark blue button down shirt, though Peter's sure she strategically didn't button the top two buttons to expose her cleavage. She also has on a form fitting pencil skirt and shoes with heels so high that he's not sure how she's not wincing in pain.
"Hi, Peter," Elle smiles mischievously. She carefully sets the tray down on the little table in his room and struts towards him. However, she slows down slightly as she gets near him and her characteristic smirk momentarily leaves her face and is replaced by a look of...apprehension.
Peter reaches out and grabs her by her waist and Elle finds herself whirling onto his bed.
"Elle..." his voice is low and almost sends shivers down Elle's spine. Ducking his head down, he lowers his lips down onto hers and the same eagerness he felt from her in their previous kiss is here still.
She presses her body against his and pushes him flat on the bed. Straddling him, she pulls her tight v-neck shirt above her head and off her body. At the sight of her above him, Peter can't help but grow hard and it's not something that goes by Elle unnoticed. She gives him a small smirk and continues to undress before she grinds down on his body.
As skeptical as he is of Adam, Peter has to admit that Adam wasn't lying about Elle. She is experienced and it only makes him wonder if she's done this with any of the other prisoners besides Adam. Probably.
He's left a bit exhausted at the end of their encounter and idly watches her as she gets dressed.
"You're not bad, Peter."
He bristles slightly. "Not bad?"
Elle shrugs nonchalantly as she steps back into her killer heels and walks to the table and grabs his tray. She tosses him his pills and a bottle of water before she leaves the room. "Maybe next time, I can give you a better rating," she teases with a devious grin.
There wouldn't be a next time though. The Haitian is waiting for her outside Peter's cell and on Bob's orders, wipes out her memory of this encounter with Peter. Not long after, Peter and Adam escape Primatech.
Elle/Sylar
Just as their kissing deepens and he has her pressed up against the wall, she breaks off the kiss. Her blue eyes stand out against the dark shadows. At least the eclipse couldn't take that away from her.
"I won't forget this, will I?"
"What?" Sylar looks at her quizzically.
"Just..." Elle trails off and shakes her head. "Nevermind, not important."
"Elle, what is it? Just tell me," he grips her arms gently.
Elle stares at him, her expression unreadable. Finally, she speaks. "I really rather not discuss it right now." She shrugs her arms out of his hands and laces her hands behind his neck. "Now where were we?" Her body presses up against his and she stands on her tip toes and tilts her head to capture his lips in another kiss.
He doesn't question it right now, deciding that if she wanted to tell him, she would. Afterall, she did come clean about her father and the mission while they were in the cell. Though it's hard for him to even trust anyone anymore, part of him still wants to trust her. She did save him from hanging himself, even if it was for other purposes.
Banishing the distracting thoughts from his head, his hands roam over her body and underneath her shirt. Clothes are shed quickly and they soon find themselves down on the hardwood floor of the Canfield house. Lithe bodies move together in rhythm and sounds of pleasure echo throughout the room along with names uttered in low breathy moans.
When it's all over, Elle rests her head against Sylar's chest with her hands down by his sides.
"Do you think it's permanent?"
"What? The powers or us?"
Elle laughs a little as she raises her head. "Both I guess."
"Then you get exactly what you want," Sylar gives her a small smile as he lifts his head off the floor and gives Elle a light kiss.
Elle feels...happy, something even she finds hard to believe. Then she sees the red laser beam pointed at Sylar's head and she recoils in horror.
"Let's go!"
Pairing(s): Elle/Bob, Elle/HRG, Elle/Peter, Elle/Sylar
Rating: R
Warnings: Incest (kinda, you'll see)
Summary: Well um, 3 times that Elle has sex and doesn't remember...and the 1 time she does
A/N: I totally blame dragynflies for actually encouraging me to write Elle/Bob. And I've had a really bad case of writer's block lately and this had actually been started awhile ago. Unbeta'd, so sorry for any mistakes.
Elle/Bob
Voices float around her, everything sounds hushed and unintelligible. She struggles to listen and make sense of what she's hearing but the drug that's being pumped into her system is relentless.
"...can't...daughter..."
"You...disgusting..."
"...scarred..."
"Don't...lecturing...removed."
"...waking..."
Everything goes silent again.
---
Momentary lapse in judgement. That's what he tells himself. It had been a trying day, particularly because it was the anniversary of his wife's death. But she doesn't remember that. She had been too young to remember dates but not him. He remembers all too well. Suddenly, his hands grip the arms of his chair so tightly that his knuckles turn white.
He tilts his head ever so slightly, looking down at her.
Long blonde hair running down her back and her pretty little face screwed up in concentration as her lips are closed down around him. Her slim petite hands running up and down his shaft.
So wrong but it feels so good.
It's that feeling that would come back to haunt him in a few day's time. Bad decisions would go past a quick blowjob in his office from his eager to please teenage daughter to something more. Something that burns him with shame.
---
"But Daddy!" Elle's protests echo down the hallways of Primatech. "I said I wouldn't tell."
Bob's mouth is set in a firm line. "And yet, you have disappointed me time and time again. This time, I must take precautionary measures." He turns and nods his head at his silent associate standing next to him.
The Haitian walks confidently down the hallway to where Elle's fallen to her knees, a few tears slipping down her face. He bends down onto one knee and places a hand on Elle's head.
In a few moments, Elle won't remember why there are tears running down her face and why she's down on her knees. Most importantly, she won't remember that she actually lost her virginity by fucking her father.
And that's how Bob wants it to be. Even if he's not really her biological father.
Elle/Noah
Neither of them realize it at the time but the van's rigged with cameras of its own. Cameras that record every movement and sound and transmit directly to Bob Bishop's office.
When the two arrive back at Primatech, the Haitian is there to greet them and herds them to Bob's office. Once at the office, they see the back of Bob's chair facing them. The office door closes as the Haitian silently retreats to the back of the office.
The chair turns around, squeaking ever so slightly. The look on his face is one of utter disapproval and in his right hand, a solid gold pen twirls between his fingers. Bob sets the pen down on his desk and gives Noah the coldest look he can muster.
"Noah, you are not new to working here. I know that you are well aware of the rules of proper conduct among agents?"
Bennet's face betrays nothing. "Of course."
"Then you know that violating my daughter would be considered grounds for dismissal." Bob twists his computer monitor around and on the screen, plain as day, a frozen screenshot of Elle and Noah in flagrante delicto.
Elle sucks in her breath and she would have quickly sent a blast that would have destroyed the monitor had the Haitian not been in the room. "Daddy..."
"Don't "Daddy" me, Elle. I will talk to you later," he dismisses her with a wave of his hand. The Haitian takes ahold of Elle's arm and leads her out of the room. Both Bob and Noah can hear her protests before the office door closes.
"What do you want, Bob?" Noah asks between gritted teeth.
"There's nothing you can give me that I don't already have," Bob gestures towards various gold objects in the room. "I should fire you and even have your memory be erased. But seeing that you are perhaps one of the better agents Primatech has, I'm hesitant to make those decisions."
"Well, if you're not going to fire me and you're not going to have the Haitian do a number on me, then what?" Noah asks dryly as he folds his arms across his chest.
Bob stands up, bracing his hands against his desk. "Noah, I have no doubt that having you keep the memories of what you and my daughter did is punishment enough. Besides, you don't ever want to let Sandra...or Claire to see this video, do you?"
When Noah leaves the office later, he runs into Elle. She gives him a snide smile as she pushes past him. "Coming from Daddy's office? What did you do to get into trouble?"
Noah shakes his head grimly. She's had her mind wiped.
Elle/Peter
Peter's not completely foolish. He knows that one day of not taking pills isn't completely enough to help him regain the full use of his powers. He's been cooped up here in Level 5 for awhile and all those power negation pills have taken a toll on his system.
He also knows that he needs to continue to keep Elle from looking over his shoulder when he's supposed to ingest the damn pills. Feigning interest in her had caught her completely off guard, he could tell. Then the kiss definitely did the trick.
But continuing to trick Elle couldn't last on a kiss. Not with a girl like her. And he'd be lying to himself if he didn't admit he wasn't even slightly interested in her. Yeah, he had told Adam something different but he's never even seen the guy on the other side of the wall. He figures he's entitled to keep some of his secrets.
So now, he's sitting on this cot that has a poor excuse for a mattress. His back is against the cold hard wall, with his legs out in front of him and his feet dangling over the edge. Peter's lost in his thoughts that he almost didn't realize Elle's entering with her customary tray full of the pills. Haitian pills, he remembers Elle saying.
His eyes take her in while his expression betrays nothing, save a faint crooked smile. Elle's wearing a fitted dark blue button down shirt, though Peter's sure she strategically didn't button the top two buttons to expose her cleavage. She also has on a form fitting pencil skirt and shoes with heels so high that he's not sure how she's not wincing in pain.
"Hi, Peter," Elle smiles mischievously. She carefully sets the tray down on the little table in his room and struts towards him. However, she slows down slightly as she gets near him and her characteristic smirk momentarily leaves her face and is replaced by a look of...apprehension.
Peter reaches out and grabs her by her waist and Elle finds herself whirling onto his bed.
"Elle..." his voice is low and almost sends shivers down Elle's spine. Ducking his head down, he lowers his lips down onto hers and the same eagerness he felt from her in their previous kiss is here still.
She presses her body against his and pushes him flat on the bed. Straddling him, she pulls her tight v-neck shirt above her head and off her body. At the sight of her above him, Peter can't help but grow hard and it's not something that goes by Elle unnoticed. She gives him a small smirk and continues to undress before she grinds down on his body.
As skeptical as he is of Adam, Peter has to admit that Adam wasn't lying about Elle. She is experienced and it only makes him wonder if she's done this with any of the other prisoners besides Adam. Probably.
He's left a bit exhausted at the end of their encounter and idly watches her as she gets dressed.
"You're not bad, Peter."
He bristles slightly. "Not bad?"
Elle shrugs nonchalantly as she steps back into her killer heels and walks to the table and grabs his tray. She tosses him his pills and a bottle of water before she leaves the room. "Maybe next time, I can give you a better rating," she teases with a devious grin.
There wouldn't be a next time though. The Haitian is waiting for her outside Peter's cell and on Bob's orders, wipes out her memory of this encounter with Peter. Not long after, Peter and Adam escape Primatech.
Elle/Sylar
Just as their kissing deepens and he has her pressed up against the wall, she breaks off the kiss. Her blue eyes stand out against the dark shadows. At least the eclipse couldn't take that away from her.
"I won't forget this, will I?"
"What?" Sylar looks at her quizzically.
"Just..." Elle trails off and shakes her head. "Nevermind, not important."
"Elle, what is it? Just tell me," he grips her arms gently.
Elle stares at him, her expression unreadable. Finally, she speaks. "I really rather not discuss it right now." She shrugs her arms out of his hands and laces her hands behind his neck. "Now where were we?" Her body presses up against his and she stands on her tip toes and tilts her head to capture his lips in another kiss.
He doesn't question it right now, deciding that if she wanted to tell him, she would. Afterall, she did come clean about her father and the mission while they were in the cell. Though it's hard for him to even trust anyone anymore, part of him still wants to trust her. She did save him from hanging himself, even if it was for other purposes.
Banishing the distracting thoughts from his head, his hands roam over her body and underneath her shirt. Clothes are shed quickly and they soon find themselves down on the hardwood floor of the Canfield house. Lithe bodies move together in rhythm and sounds of pleasure echo throughout the room along with names uttered in low breathy moans.
When it's all over, Elle rests her head against Sylar's chest with her hands down by his sides.
"Do you think it's permanent?"
"What? The powers or us?"
Elle laughs a little as she raises her head. "Both I guess."
"Then you get exactly what you want," Sylar gives her a small smile as he lifts his head off the floor and gives Elle a light kiss.
Elle feels...happy, something even she finds hard to believe. Then she sees the red laser beam pointed at Sylar's head and she recoils in horror.
"Let's go!"