fic: Impulse
Title: Impulse
Fandom(s): Heroes/Star Trek
Pairing: Sylar/Elle/Spock
Rating: R
Spoilers: Maybe really tiny spoilers from Star Trek XI
Disclaimer: I so do not own Heroes or Star Trek, unfortunately.
Summary: A thousand thoughts run through his mind as well as a thousand reasons telling him it is absolutely illogical to trust someone he does not know and has no interest in getting to know. Or does he?
A/N: Sequel to Fascinating, so this fic might make more sense if you read that first. This takes place in the Star Trek XI verse but there may be vague references to things in TOS verse. Some readers seemed to want this pairing…so ask and you shall receive.
Thanks to dragynflies for being an awesome beta, she seriously rocks.
"Captain! Was that necessary?"
"I assessed the situation. He seemed to pose a danger for everyone in this room and I temporarily neutralized him. That man will wake up in a short amount of time."
"He seemed...powerful. And he knew the girl."
"Yes...they must have traveled here together. We will need answers from them so get down to the medical bay and stand guard."
---
"Ow! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Elle glares at the doctor.
"Fixing your leg," he answers gruffly.
"Listen Dr...whatever your name is, if you're going to fix my leg, at least give me some painkillers or something first."
"McCoy."
"Fine, Dr. McCoy. Do you have anything I can take while you use whatever space gadgets on me?"
He rolls his eyes and turns around to grab something. When he comes back, he has a syringe in his hand and without warning, jabs it into the side of her neck. Elle opens her mouth in protest and shock but then she finds her vision slowly going dark around the edges. It isn't long when complete darkness comes over her.
When Elle wakes up, she finds herself in an unfamiliar room. This room, sparsely furnished and glaringly white, is spacious and she finds herself alone. But she knows that Sylar, no, Gabriel must still be on the ship and that thought comforts her slightly. Getting up out of the bed, she realizes the dull aching pain from the place where Bennet had shot her is gone. Elle looks down and sees a fresh bandage wrapped around her thigh though much smaller than the one she had previously sported.
"Chalk one up to the doctor," she murmurs. She searches the rest of the room and manages to stumble upon some sort of closet and she lets out a sigh of relief she didn't know she was holding in. Not that she doesn't enjoy wearing Gabriel's shirt but when it's bloodstained...
After a few minutes, she finds something somewhat suitable though she still longs for her designer suits and heels. She adjusts the short red dress before she puts on the soft leather boots. "Ugh, no heels on these," she grumbles.
Getting up, she walks over to the door and it automatically slides open. As soon as she steps out, two crewmen stop her.
"Sorry, you can't go anywhere."
"Excuse me?" Elle stares up at both men. "Is that a rule?"
"For you, yes."
Elle's mouth twists into a grin. "Too bad." She summons small orbs of electricity in her palms and places her hands onto the chests of each man. They both fall to the ground, stunned. "I'm not a fan of following rules," she murmurs as she steps over the men and down the corridor.
---
In the aftermath of his unprecedented outburst and subsequent fight with Kirk, Spock relinquishes command of the Enterprise and he stumbles out of the bridge, not knowing what to do. For the first time in a long time, he let his emotions rise up to the surface and override his ability to remain stoic.
He walks along the corridors as Kirk's voice comes over the intercom, letting everyone know that he is now the captain of this ship. Spock isn't sure where's he going, all he knows is that he needs to find a place to think.
He turns the corner and in his quick haste, smacks into Elle.
"Hey, watch it!" comes a slightly annoyed voice. "Oh, it's you. Mr. Ears," Elle smirks.
Spock looks at her, arching one of his eyebrows. He doesn't say anything though his expression betrays him.
"Oh, did that offend you? Can't take a joke? Vulcans apparently have no sense of humor," Elle tries to joke. "What's going on? You're...well, there seems to be something bothering you."
"I do not wish to discuss the matter," Spock replies curtly and he steps to the side and tries to continue walking.
"Hey, wait a minute! Don't just blow me off like that," Elle turns around to follow him.
Spock continues walking, trying to block out this curious woman. Try as he might though, he can not. She is extremely different from Lieutenant Uhura...no, Nyota. They both share confidence though this one is confident in a brash way, almost like Kirk. His eyes narrow slightly at the thought.
"Hey! Ears! Stop!" Elle reaches out and grabs his arm.
He stops and turns around. "If you are to address me, use my name."
"Your name? Oh...Spock right? Is that like a first name, a last name, or are you like Madonna and go by one name?" Elle tries to joke as she drops her hand from his arm.
"My first name is unpronounceable to humans. You may just call me Spock," he answers straightforwardly.
"Great, two guys in my life that go by one name," Elle sighs. "My name is Elle, by the way."
"Yes, I heard your companion call you that."
"Oh, right." An awkward pause hangs in the air as Elle tries to figure out what to say next. This guy is harder to read than Sylar Gabriel when he's in one of his moods. But there's something in his eyes that she recognizes. Probably because she's seen it in Gabriel's eyes. "Something's wrong, what is it?"
Spock eyes her, his dark eyes fixed on her face. A thousand thoughts run through his mind as well as a thousand reasons telling him it is absolutely illogical to trust someone he does not know and has no interest in getting to know. Or does he? Spock briefly wonders if his human side is trying to tell him something but right now, he can not be bothered to dwell on it.
"I have nothing to say on the matter," he tells her in a slightly uneven voice, that little hint of emotion breaking through.
"Come on, Captain," Elle folds her arms across her chest.
"I am no longer Captain of this vessel and I have nothing else to say."
Elle tilts her head slightly, searching his face. "Fine," she finally replies. She turns around and walks away.
Spock watches her leave and part of him wants to reach out and tell her to stay. But he doesn't and instead, he turns and walks in the direction he originally was heading in.
---
Sylar wakes up, unfamiliar with his surroundings.
Where the hell was he?
It takes him a few minutes to get his bearings. He remembers Hiro Nakamura popping into the Bennet home, grabbing him, and then he found himself in completely unfamiliar territory. His powers still worked and he threw around a good number of men as he had walked down that corridor. He remembers seeing Elle and...that pointy eared bastard. The one who somehow managed to knock him out.
After swinging his legs to the side of the bed, he sits there, contemplating his next move. Lifting his arm, he points his hand at a random wall and lightning shoots out.
Good, his powers still work.
Sylar gets out of the bed and starts walking towards the door. He needs answers and somebody here is going to give them to him.
---
This place is like a fucking maze, all turns and almost dead ends. Elle walks around, bumping into a few people here and there, as she tries to get a feel for this place. She steps into a lift and she's not sure what floor she ends up on but it's another floor for her to explore.
Elle spots a familiar figure, dark hair that's slicked back and a white t-shirt covered in dried blood.
"Gabriel!"
He turns around and a small look of relief crosses his face. He pauses as she walks over to him, the soles of her boots barely making a noise. When she reaches him, he quirks an eyebrow.
"What are you wearing?"
"Something I found in the closet of the room I woke up in. Not that I don't enjoy wearing your shirt and stolen clothes from a Super-Walmart but they were getting a bit dirty."
"Well...it looks good on you," he stares at her, admiring the way the dress hugged her curves.
Elle grins at him. "Doesn't everything?"
"Well..."
"Hold the thought. I don't think you should be walking around in that. Too conspicuous."
"And what do you propose?"
"We'll hijack clothes from someone's closet," Elle answers matter of factly. "Come on, there has to be a room behind one of these doors. Or you know, corner one of these guys and take the clothes off his body."
---
"You know, when I mentioned taking clothes off a body, I didn't mean me," Elle murmurs.
"No...but you didn't exactly protest, did you?"
Elle places a palm on Sylar's bare chest and sends a little shock into him. "Me, turn down a quickie? Never."
He smirks as she steps back and bends down to pick up her dress from the floor. "Have you found out anything about this place?"
"It's a spaceship and we are somewhere way in the future," comes Elle's muffled response as she tugs on the dress. "And the pointy eared guy who managed to knock you out on your ass is named Spock and he's like half alien or something."
"Does he have any abilities?"
"Well apparently, he has the ability to win in a fight against you," Elle cheekily remarks.
Sylar glares at her as he reaches for his blood soaked t-shirt. "Very funny."
"Don't get any dumb ideas, Gabriel."
Gabriel. Still so new to hear her calling him that, especially when he's been going by Sylar for so long. Even more difficult is that he's been living so long as Sylar that any bits of Gabriel he had left had been buried deep inside. Reuniting with Elle had stirred a little bit of the hidden Gabriel but now he was unsure of who he had to be.
He only gave her a half smile as he tugs the t-shirt on over his head. "My ideas are never dumb."
Elle ignores him. "So, clothes for you...or at least, a shirt that doesn't have blood all over it."
"Right."
"Okay, hang on," Elle steps outside, looking around. Her eyes light up when she sees a man walking her direction. Coyly, she steps towards him. "I have a problem in this room, can you help?" She smiles widely, giving the man her best flirtatious look.
He falls for her charms and follows her in the room. "Hey, what the-"
"Oh right, sorry. No problem after all! We just need your shirt," Elle grins mischievously.
---
Spock's alone in the transporter room, brooding in his own stoic way. His hands are clasped behind his back as he stares at the empty pads on the floor. His mind is still on the talk that he and his father just had.
The anger surrounding the senseless death of his mother rises up in him, a darkness he had not felt since he was a child. He struggles to keep his face passive as he holds down his emotions. It is a misconception that Vulcans do not feel. Vulcans feel deeply but are trained in holding back the one thing that makes humans weak, emotions.
His father's last words to him before he left to find other Vulcan elders still weigh on his mind. Marrying for love...it is such a human concept. Also one that can be considered highly illogical given that marriages for love have a great chance of divorce.
Love. An emotion he never actually considered for himself. Yet now...
---
Having found a suitable replacement shirt for Gabriel, Elle decides to explore the ship more alone. He had been hesitant at first but he agreed that maybe splitting up would yield more answers.
"Hey! You with the red shirt, I have a question," Elle sidles up to one of the crewmen walking around.
"Yes?"
"What's the deal with the guy with the ears?"
"Excuse me, miss?"
"Spock. Like, what's his problem? What's his story?"
"His mother just died today."
"Oh," Elle falls silent. "Okay, well thank you!" She puts on a fake cheeriness that even surprises her. The red shirted crew member walks away as Elle stands still, leaning against the wall.
She understands him a little better now. At least, she understands what she saw in his eyes when she ran into him earlier and that slight hitch in his voice when she questioned him. Elle knows full well the pain of losing parents, she's only 24 and she's lost both already. Daddy's death is still fresh on her mind and she can only begin to imagine what Spock is feeling.
---
Spock is in his quarters, sitting at the desk in his room. He hears the faint knock on his door and he resignedly calls out, "Come in."
The door slides open and in steps Elle. "Hey Ears," she greets, though not as cheerfully as before.
Spock stands up, giving her a stiff greeting. "Hello."
“So what are you up to?”
“I am busy contemplating the illogical behavior of humans.”
Elle walks over to him. “Such as?”
“Being so highly emotional.”
Elle laughs briefly. “There’s more to us than being highly emotional. Though I doubt I’m the best candidate to tell you the average behavior of humans.”
“And why is that?”
Elle launches into the story of her life, including the spiel she had given Peter back in Primatech. She doesn’t leave much out and she swears she can almost see one of Spock’s eyebrows arch when she talks about Gabriel.
"I do not profess to fully understand human behavior. However, if I understand that you are telling me that you are involved with the very man that has killed your father...well, that seems highly illogical,” Spock states when she’s done.
Elle smiles wryly. "I've never been one for logic." She looks at him, her eyes studying him carefully. "How do you do it? Live only by logic? No emotions?"
"That is a misconception that Vulcans do not feel. We do have emotions but we are practiced in thinking logically, so as not to impede thought processes."
"But your mother just died! How can you just stand there and not do anything?" Elle throws her hands up in disbelief.
"I am emotionally compromised."
"That doesn't tell me anything. Are you going to do anything to avenge your mother's death?"
"It would be an unwise idea to make any further actions based on emotions."
Elle rolls her eyes. "Seriously?" She holds out her hand, palm face up. In it, a small blue sphere emerges and slowly grows larger. "You've...never had the impulse to hurt someone? To wrong a right?" She watches him turn his gaze to her hand, his dark eyes echoing the bright blue of her electricity.
"Fascinating," he murmurs.
"Isn't it?" Elle lets the ball of electricity dissipate. She walks closer to him, one hand reaching out and lightly touching his arm. She can feel him stiffen under her touch. Elle lets her hand slide up his arm as she leans in closer, only a few inches separating them. "It's not necessarily a bad thing to act on your feelings," she whispers. Her hand is on his shoulder and her eyes are focused on his. A spark escapes her fingertips and his slight wince doesn’t escape her sight. Elle smiles a little and steps away. “I better be going.” She turns away and steps out the door, leaving Spock alone in his quarters.
He watches her leave, her blonde hair swaying slightly as she walks. To the untrained eye, his expression is stoic, unmoving. But his mind is whirring with a thousand thoughts, most of them contemplating this woman’s entirely illogical lifestyle.
It isn’t her power that is illogical, he has witnessed too many extra terrestrial beings and their powers to be stricken dumb by this. Her power is absolutely fascinating though, the ability to generate electricity is a rare one. No, it was the fact that this woman could even think of pursuing a romantic relationship with a man that killed her father that was most interesting to him. As far as he knew in studying humans and their behavior, most would shun and abhor a killer’s existence.
Not her though and that is enough to warrant a quiet “fascinating” from him.
--
Elle smiles to herself as she walks along the corridor. It doesn’t matter that Spock isn’t immediately stepping out of his room and looking for her. That’s not his style from what she’s seen. But she is more than sure that she’s on his mind and that’s all she set out to accomplish when she went to his room.
“Elle!”
She pauses, her focus now back to what’s around her. “Oh, Gabriel.”
“Where have you been?”
“Ohh, just having a little fun,” Elle grins.
He walks over to her, a skeptical expression all over his face. “With a certain pointy eared bastard?”
“You’re just still annoyed he managed to one up you,” Elle retorts. “Honestly, you need to brush up on hand to hand combat because how many times have you lost at that now?”
Sylar glares at her wordlessly.
“Yeah, thought so.” Elle presses up against him, her palms on his chest. “But that’s okay, it will be fun to help train you.” She feels his rigid posture soften slightly under her touch and she takes a small step back. “So have you figured out how to get back home?”
“Without Hiro’s power? Not yet.”
“And you’re supposed to be the smart one!”
“Well my intuitive aptitude doesn’t really expand to time travel without the appropriate ability.”
“So in other words, we’re stuck here?” Elle crosses her arms, a frown marring her face.
“Unless there happens to be someone here who has the power of time travel and teleportation and I can go study their brain, yes, we’re stuck here,” Sylar tells her flatly.
Elle shakes her head. “This day really just could not get worse, could it?” She can see him about to respond and she holds up her hand. “Don’t actually answer that because I really don’t want to know.”
Sylar eyes her carefully and pulls her to him. His arms carefully wrap around her and she practically melts into him. This all still is so new to him but these actions just feel natural. One hand comes up and strokes her hair gently, as if trying to reassure her.
She lets herself be held like that for a few moments before she pulls away. “I have an idea,” she murmurs and she leaves him standing there alone.
It isn’t long before she finds herself back outside Spock’s door. It slides open and she steps in. Elle doesn’t even manage to get a word out before she feels herself being pushed against a wall and unfamiliar lips covering hers. Her electricity tingles in her hands as a reflex and she can hear a soft grunt as she zaps the mystery kisser.
“Perhaps not an illogical choice of action if that is the only one you know.”
“Spock?” The electricity in Elle’s hands dissipates as she drops them.
“Yes.”
“Oh shoot, I’m sorry,” Elle apologizes and she takes a furtive step towards the Vulcan. “I was just very surprised.”
“No, perhaps I should apologize. That behavior was extremely unbecoming and unfit for a Vulcan.”
“Well, it wasn’t like I didn’t enjoy it.”
Spock raises an eyebrow. “You are a most curious creature.”
Elle giggles. “Indeed.” She takes another step towards him. “Besides, aren’t you emotionally compromised or whatever you said earlier? So maybe something like this is exactly what you need.” She’s even closer to him now and she gently reaches out to touch his cheek. Standing on her tip toes, she whispers lowly in his ear. “Try me, I can take anything you’ve got.” When she looks back into his eyes, she can see something burning.
--
“What is going on here?”
It takes a moment for Elle’s mind to register the voice. Spock’s touch is literally blanking out her mind and all she can think about is the pleasure he’s inducing in her. When the voice finally does register, she pulls back and grabs Spock’s wrist. “Oh, hi Gabriel,” she lazily greets, her words slurring slightly.
“I decided to come looking for you,” he begins to say as he folds his arms across his chest. “This is your idea? Making out with some alien sans shirts? Give me a good reason why I shouldn’t slice you both open.”
“Because you have nothing to gain from it?” Elle quips. She finds herself being moved slightly as Spock shifts out from under her and she places a hand on his shoulder to steady herself.
“It would be quite illogical to kill either of us seeing that we have not partaken in any activity that would render our death,” Spock responds coolly. “However, seeing that you are here, it would seem quite logical to include you in our activity and that you and I work together to produce the best possible sexually gratifying release for Elle.”
One of Elle’s eyebrows quirk up in a way that could rival Spock’s anyday. “You’re okay with this? For a guy that seems so…emotionally and socially guarded, this seems quite a stretch for you.”
“On the contrary. Vulcans do not follow the boundaries that humans seem to have with being completely heterosexual or homosexual. It is not logical to assign a sexuality to a being.”
“How forward thinking of your kind,” drolly responds Sylar.
“Gabriel, don’t look so put out. Besides, don’t think I don’t know about what you and Mohinder did on your little road trip.”
He opens his mouth to protest but he can’t find the right words to say. With a grunt, he closes his mouth and walks over to the bed. “Fine. Only for you, though.”
Elle grins widely. “Oh good!” She adjusts her body so while she’s still sitting on Spock’s lap, her back is to him and she’s facing Sylar. Her arms reach out and grab a hold of his shirt and she decidedly pulls him towards her. A devilish grin appears on her face as she tugs down and her lips capture his in a quick, harsh kiss. “Play nice,” she whispers when the kiss ends and he straightens back up.
Sylar swears he can see some sort of smirk forming on Spock’s face as he’s watching the two of them. His own eyes narrow but he holds his tongue. Sylar feels Elle’s hands work the button and zipper on his pants before pushing his pants down his legs. He can feel her warm breath as her head ducks down.
Spock watches Sylar brace himself by placing his hands on Elle’s shoulders. There’s something about this illogical serial killer that seems vaguely familiar. Spock can recognize the internal struggle hidden beneath the surface, though certainly not as well hidden as his own. The pads of his fingers lightly skim across the surface of Sylar’s hands and Sylar’s eyes shoot open.
It’s not that he’s bothered by another man touching him. It’s what he’s feeling and seeing when Spock’s fingers are on his skin. Burning rage that seems to blaze so hot that Sylar isn’t sure if his skin is actually burning off or his mind is playing tricks on him. He sees a tormented childhood, not unlike his own, and being torn apart by inner demons. Sylar locks eyes with Spock and he gives a small imperceptible nod. He understands.
“Fuck,” Sylar swears when he feels something electric flowing through his body. His body jerks involuntarily as he hears a small giggle.
“Well, I think you’re sufficiently caught up now,” Elle says in a pleased tone.
And she’s right. While he had been caught up in some sort of telepathy game with Spock, Elle had masterfully worked his body into a frenzy of arousal and now that he was back in this reality, he’s painfully aware of exactly how aroused he is.
Elle shifts her body so she’s facing Spock again. “You don’t have to worry about hurting him. He can take it. Trust me.” She leans in and her lips capture his in a soft kiss. With one hand on his chest, she pushes him down on the bed and her other hand trails behind her, waiting for Sylar to take hold.
Which he does, he grabs her hand and eases himself onto the bed. Spock can feel the mattress sink down near his feet where Sylar is. But he wills himself to stop thinking and just let his human side take over. Which is not that easy. His movements are a little stiff and almost too practiced at first but the longer Elle’s lips are on him, the easier it seems to be in letting himself go.
Elle’s straddling Spock’s body as she bends over and kisses him. From behind, Sylar reaches around her waist, his fingers quickly finding the button on her pants. He undoes it easily as well as the zipper. Elle doesn’t even take a break from Spock as she works a hand down to her pants and pushes it down along with her underwear partway with Sylar pulling them off at the end.
Despite the fact that she’s the only one naked, she is completely at ease. Elle pulls back from Spock and sits up, her face flushed and her lips swollen. She turns her head and finds Sylar there. His hand cups her chin and tilts her head up as he lowers his to kiss her. His free hand travels down her bare body, brushing past her breasts before settling down on her hip. When Spock’s hand covers his, everything turns into a blur.
Sylar’s not sure if it’s some power that this pointy eared bastard has but all it takes is the alien’s touch to make everything go hazy. Everything seems like it’s a dream but yet, it’s all very real. At some point, the rest of his and Spock’s clothing are shed and while his own end up haphazardly on the floor, Spock’s are somehow neatly folded and placed on a nearby chair.
Gasps and grunts fill the air as both Spock and Sylar work to please Elle. Rhythms are found and it doesn’t take too long before Elle is coming and sparks fly out from her finger tips and find their way into Sylar’s body. A few wayward bolts hit Spock but there’s no telltale sign that it hurts him. His eyes merely darken and his grip on Elle tightens slightly.
When it’s all over, Elle is curled up on her side being spooned by Sylar on one side and one of her hands is lightly placed on Spock’s chest, who is on her other side. All three are quiet and the only sounds heard in the room are the sounds of their breathing.
--
The next morning, Elle wakes up to find herself alone in the bed. She stirs slightly and at the sound of the door opening, she starts to sit up. As she slowly sits up, the covers that had been pulled over her slide down, revealing that she is still naked.
“Elle…” Spock’s voice stops as he sees her body and Elle swears she can almost see him blush a faint green. He composes himself rather quickly. “Elle, now that you’re awake, you are most welcome to join Sylar…or is it Gabriel, as you call him, and myself in the cafeteria for some nourishment. I believe you humans call it breakfast.”
At the sound of the word breakfast, Elle’s stomach grumbles. “Breakfast sounds great!” She pushes the covers away and slides her legs to the side of the bed.
“I shall give you some time alone to get dressed. I will go wait outside for you,” Spock says stiffly as he averts his eyes.
“I would think that after last night, you’d be more comfortable with me,” Elle cracks as she reaches for her dress. When Spock doesn’t respond, she sighs. “Alright, if that’s how you want to play the game.”
“Game?”
Elle tugs on the dress and zips it up. “Sorry, human expression. Forget about it. Now where’s the food?”
He leads her to the cafeteria where Sylar is already waiting, a cup of coffee in his hand. He looks deep in thought as he reads some pad that’s sitting in front of him.
“What are you reading?”
“Spock found something for me and there just might be a way for us to get back home.”
Surprisingly, Elle doesn’t feel herself getting overly excited at the news. In the short time she’s been on this spaceship, she’s gotten rather accustomed to it. And well…not like there’s anything waiting for her back home. A dead father, no job, and loads of angry people after her aren’t entirely welcoming.
“Oh.”
Sylar looks up, his brows furrowed in slight puzzlement. “You’re not excited?”
“Well…” Elle hedges. “Maybe we could do a whole lot more here. After all, who knows what kind of powers exist out here? Possibly ones that even Primatech never even dreamed of.”
“So, you want to stay.”
“Why not?”
Sylar leans back in his chair, studying Elle. It almost seems so long ago that they had been on the floor of the Canfield house, talking about reinventing themselves when they thought that their powers had deserted them. They got their powers back however, but had that meant they couldn’t reinvent themselves?
“We’ll stay.” Beyond the big smile on Elle’s face, Sylar looks over her shoulder to where Spock had been standing quietly with his hands clasped behind his back. He knew the alien had heard the entire conversation and he swears that he can see Spock’s mouth twitch slightly at the news of their staying.
“Interesting.”
“It will be.”
Fandom(s): Heroes/Star Trek
Pairing: Sylar/Elle/Spock
Rating: R
Spoilers: Maybe really tiny spoilers from Star Trek XI
Disclaimer: I so do not own Heroes or Star Trek, unfortunately.
Summary: A thousand thoughts run through his mind as well as a thousand reasons telling him it is absolutely illogical to trust someone he does not know and has no interest in getting to know. Or does he?
A/N: Sequel to Fascinating, so this fic might make more sense if you read that first. This takes place in the Star Trek XI verse but there may be vague references to things in TOS verse. Some readers seemed to want this pairing…so ask and you shall receive.
Thanks to dragynflies for being an awesome beta, she seriously rocks.
"Captain! Was that necessary?"
"I assessed the situation. He seemed to pose a danger for everyone in this room and I temporarily neutralized him. That man will wake up in a short amount of time."
"He seemed...powerful. And he knew the girl."
"Yes...they must have traveled here together. We will need answers from them so get down to the medical bay and stand guard."
---
"Ow! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Elle glares at the doctor.
"Fixing your leg," he answers gruffly.
"Listen Dr...whatever your name is, if you're going to fix my leg, at least give me some painkillers or something first."
"McCoy."
"Fine, Dr. McCoy. Do you have anything I can take while you use whatever space gadgets on me?"
He rolls his eyes and turns around to grab something. When he comes back, he has a syringe in his hand and without warning, jabs it into the side of her neck. Elle opens her mouth in protest and shock but then she finds her vision slowly going dark around the edges. It isn't long when complete darkness comes over her.
When Elle wakes up, she finds herself in an unfamiliar room. This room, sparsely furnished and glaringly white, is spacious and she finds herself alone. But she knows that Sylar, no, Gabriel must still be on the ship and that thought comforts her slightly. Getting up out of the bed, she realizes the dull aching pain from the place where Bennet had shot her is gone. Elle looks down and sees a fresh bandage wrapped around her thigh though much smaller than the one she had previously sported.
"Chalk one up to the doctor," she murmurs. She searches the rest of the room and manages to stumble upon some sort of closet and she lets out a sigh of relief she didn't know she was holding in. Not that she doesn't enjoy wearing Gabriel's shirt but when it's bloodstained...
After a few minutes, she finds something somewhat suitable though she still longs for her designer suits and heels. She adjusts the short red dress before she puts on the soft leather boots. "Ugh, no heels on these," she grumbles.
Getting up, she walks over to the door and it automatically slides open. As soon as she steps out, two crewmen stop her.
"Sorry, you can't go anywhere."
"Excuse me?" Elle stares up at both men. "Is that a rule?"
"For you, yes."
Elle's mouth twists into a grin. "Too bad." She summons small orbs of electricity in her palms and places her hands onto the chests of each man. They both fall to the ground, stunned. "I'm not a fan of following rules," she murmurs as she steps over the men and down the corridor.
---
In the aftermath of his unprecedented outburst and subsequent fight with Kirk, Spock relinquishes command of the Enterprise and he stumbles out of the bridge, not knowing what to do. For the first time in a long time, he let his emotions rise up to the surface and override his ability to remain stoic.
He walks along the corridors as Kirk's voice comes over the intercom, letting everyone know that he is now the captain of this ship. Spock isn't sure where's he going, all he knows is that he needs to find a place to think.
He turns the corner and in his quick haste, smacks into Elle.
"Hey, watch it!" comes a slightly annoyed voice. "Oh, it's you. Mr. Ears," Elle smirks.
Spock looks at her, arching one of his eyebrows. He doesn't say anything though his expression betrays him.
"Oh, did that offend you? Can't take a joke? Vulcans apparently have no sense of humor," Elle tries to joke. "What's going on? You're...well, there seems to be something bothering you."
"I do not wish to discuss the matter," Spock replies curtly and he steps to the side and tries to continue walking.
"Hey, wait a minute! Don't just blow me off like that," Elle turns around to follow him.
Spock continues walking, trying to block out this curious woman. Try as he might though, he can not. She is extremely different from Lieutenant Uhura...no, Nyota. They both share confidence though this one is confident in a brash way, almost like Kirk. His eyes narrow slightly at the thought.
"Hey! Ears! Stop!" Elle reaches out and grabs his arm.
He stops and turns around. "If you are to address me, use my name."
"Your name? Oh...Spock right? Is that like a first name, a last name, or are you like Madonna and go by one name?" Elle tries to joke as she drops her hand from his arm.
"My first name is unpronounceable to humans. You may just call me Spock," he answers straightforwardly.
"Great, two guys in my life that go by one name," Elle sighs. "My name is Elle, by the way."
"Yes, I heard your companion call you that."
"Oh, right." An awkward pause hangs in the air as Elle tries to figure out what to say next. This guy is harder to read than Sylar Gabriel when he's in one of his moods. But there's something in his eyes that she recognizes. Probably because she's seen it in Gabriel's eyes. "Something's wrong, what is it?"
Spock eyes her, his dark eyes fixed on her face. A thousand thoughts run through his mind as well as a thousand reasons telling him it is absolutely illogical to trust someone he does not know and has no interest in getting to know. Or does he? Spock briefly wonders if his human side is trying to tell him something but right now, he can not be bothered to dwell on it.
"I have nothing to say on the matter," he tells her in a slightly uneven voice, that little hint of emotion breaking through.
"Come on, Captain," Elle folds her arms across her chest.
"I am no longer Captain of this vessel and I have nothing else to say."
Elle tilts her head slightly, searching his face. "Fine," she finally replies. She turns around and walks away.
Spock watches her leave and part of him wants to reach out and tell her to stay. But he doesn't and instead, he turns and walks in the direction he originally was heading in.
---
Sylar wakes up, unfamiliar with his surroundings.
Where the hell was he?
It takes him a few minutes to get his bearings. He remembers Hiro Nakamura popping into the Bennet home, grabbing him, and then he found himself in completely unfamiliar territory. His powers still worked and he threw around a good number of men as he had walked down that corridor. He remembers seeing Elle and...that pointy eared bastard. The one who somehow managed to knock him out.
After swinging his legs to the side of the bed, he sits there, contemplating his next move. Lifting his arm, he points his hand at a random wall and lightning shoots out.
Good, his powers still work.
Sylar gets out of the bed and starts walking towards the door. He needs answers and somebody here is going to give them to him.
---
This place is like a fucking maze, all turns and almost dead ends. Elle walks around, bumping into a few people here and there, as she tries to get a feel for this place. She steps into a lift and she's not sure what floor she ends up on but it's another floor for her to explore.
Elle spots a familiar figure, dark hair that's slicked back and a white t-shirt covered in dried blood.
"Gabriel!"
He turns around and a small look of relief crosses his face. He pauses as she walks over to him, the soles of her boots barely making a noise. When she reaches him, he quirks an eyebrow.
"What are you wearing?"
"Something I found in the closet of the room I woke up in. Not that I don't enjoy wearing your shirt and stolen clothes from a Super-Walmart but they were getting a bit dirty."
"Well...it looks good on you," he stares at her, admiring the way the dress hugged her curves.
Elle grins at him. "Doesn't everything?"
"Well..."
"Hold the thought. I don't think you should be walking around in that. Too conspicuous."
"And what do you propose?"
"We'll hijack clothes from someone's closet," Elle answers matter of factly. "Come on, there has to be a room behind one of these doors. Or you know, corner one of these guys and take the clothes off his body."
---
"You know, when I mentioned taking clothes off a body, I didn't mean me," Elle murmurs.
"No...but you didn't exactly protest, did you?"
Elle places a palm on Sylar's bare chest and sends a little shock into him. "Me, turn down a quickie? Never."
He smirks as she steps back and bends down to pick up her dress from the floor. "Have you found out anything about this place?"
"It's a spaceship and we are somewhere way in the future," comes Elle's muffled response as she tugs on the dress. "And the pointy eared guy who managed to knock you out on your ass is named Spock and he's like half alien or something."
"Does he have any abilities?"
"Well apparently, he has the ability to win in a fight against you," Elle cheekily remarks.
Sylar glares at her as he reaches for his blood soaked t-shirt. "Very funny."
"Don't get any dumb ideas, Gabriel."
Gabriel. Still so new to hear her calling him that, especially when he's been going by Sylar for so long. Even more difficult is that he's been living so long as Sylar that any bits of Gabriel he had left had been buried deep inside. Reuniting with Elle had stirred a little bit of the hidden Gabriel but now he was unsure of who he had to be.
He only gave her a half smile as he tugs the t-shirt on over his head. "My ideas are never dumb."
Elle ignores him. "So, clothes for you...or at least, a shirt that doesn't have blood all over it."
"Right."
"Okay, hang on," Elle steps outside, looking around. Her eyes light up when she sees a man walking her direction. Coyly, she steps towards him. "I have a problem in this room, can you help?" She smiles widely, giving the man her best flirtatious look.
He falls for her charms and follows her in the room. "Hey, what the-"
"Oh right, sorry. No problem after all! We just need your shirt," Elle grins mischievously.
---
Spock's alone in the transporter room, brooding in his own stoic way. His hands are clasped behind his back as he stares at the empty pads on the floor. His mind is still on the talk that he and his father just had.
The anger surrounding the senseless death of his mother rises up in him, a darkness he had not felt since he was a child. He struggles to keep his face passive as he holds down his emotions. It is a misconception that Vulcans do not feel. Vulcans feel deeply but are trained in holding back the one thing that makes humans weak, emotions.
His father's last words to him before he left to find other Vulcan elders still weigh on his mind. Marrying for love...it is such a human concept. Also one that can be considered highly illogical given that marriages for love have a great chance of divorce.
Love. An emotion he never actually considered for himself. Yet now...
---
Having found a suitable replacement shirt for Gabriel, Elle decides to explore the ship more alone. He had been hesitant at first but he agreed that maybe splitting up would yield more answers.
"Hey! You with the red shirt, I have a question," Elle sidles up to one of the crewmen walking around.
"Yes?"
"What's the deal with the guy with the ears?"
"Excuse me, miss?"
"Spock. Like, what's his problem? What's his story?"
"His mother just died today."
"Oh," Elle falls silent. "Okay, well thank you!" She puts on a fake cheeriness that even surprises her. The red shirted crew member walks away as Elle stands still, leaning against the wall.
She understands him a little better now. At least, she understands what she saw in his eyes when she ran into him earlier and that slight hitch in his voice when she questioned him. Elle knows full well the pain of losing parents, she's only 24 and she's lost both already. Daddy's death is still fresh on her mind and she can only begin to imagine what Spock is feeling.
---
Spock is in his quarters, sitting at the desk in his room. He hears the faint knock on his door and he resignedly calls out, "Come in."
The door slides open and in steps Elle. "Hey Ears," she greets, though not as cheerfully as before.
Spock stands up, giving her a stiff greeting. "Hello."
“So what are you up to?”
“I am busy contemplating the illogical behavior of humans.”
Elle walks over to him. “Such as?”
“Being so highly emotional.”
Elle laughs briefly. “There’s more to us than being highly emotional. Though I doubt I’m the best candidate to tell you the average behavior of humans.”
“And why is that?”
Elle launches into the story of her life, including the spiel she had given Peter back in Primatech. She doesn’t leave much out and she swears she can almost see one of Spock’s eyebrows arch when she talks about Gabriel.
"I do not profess to fully understand human behavior. However, if I understand that you are telling me that you are involved with the very man that has killed your father...well, that seems highly illogical,” Spock states when she’s done.
Elle smiles wryly. "I've never been one for logic." She looks at him, her eyes studying him carefully. "How do you do it? Live only by logic? No emotions?"
"That is a misconception that Vulcans do not feel. We do have emotions but we are practiced in thinking logically, so as not to impede thought processes."
"But your mother just died! How can you just stand there and not do anything?" Elle throws her hands up in disbelief.
"I am emotionally compromised."
"That doesn't tell me anything. Are you going to do anything to avenge your mother's death?"
"It would be an unwise idea to make any further actions based on emotions."
Elle rolls her eyes. "Seriously?" She holds out her hand, palm face up. In it, a small blue sphere emerges and slowly grows larger. "You've...never had the impulse to hurt someone? To wrong a right?" She watches him turn his gaze to her hand, his dark eyes echoing the bright blue of her electricity.
"Fascinating," he murmurs.
"Isn't it?" Elle lets the ball of electricity dissipate. She walks closer to him, one hand reaching out and lightly touching his arm. She can feel him stiffen under her touch. Elle lets her hand slide up his arm as she leans in closer, only a few inches separating them. "It's not necessarily a bad thing to act on your feelings," she whispers. Her hand is on his shoulder and her eyes are focused on his. A spark escapes her fingertips and his slight wince doesn’t escape her sight. Elle smiles a little and steps away. “I better be going.” She turns away and steps out the door, leaving Spock alone in his quarters.
He watches her leave, her blonde hair swaying slightly as she walks. To the untrained eye, his expression is stoic, unmoving. But his mind is whirring with a thousand thoughts, most of them contemplating this woman’s entirely illogical lifestyle.
It isn’t her power that is illogical, he has witnessed too many extra terrestrial beings and their powers to be stricken dumb by this. Her power is absolutely fascinating though, the ability to generate electricity is a rare one. No, it was the fact that this woman could even think of pursuing a romantic relationship with a man that killed her father that was most interesting to him. As far as he knew in studying humans and their behavior, most would shun and abhor a killer’s existence.
Not her though and that is enough to warrant a quiet “fascinating” from him.
--
Elle smiles to herself as she walks along the corridor. It doesn’t matter that Spock isn’t immediately stepping out of his room and looking for her. That’s not his style from what she’s seen. But she is more than sure that she’s on his mind and that’s all she set out to accomplish when she went to his room.
“Elle!”
She pauses, her focus now back to what’s around her. “Oh, Gabriel.”
“Where have you been?”
“Ohh, just having a little fun,” Elle grins.
He walks over to her, a skeptical expression all over his face. “With a certain pointy eared bastard?”
“You’re just still annoyed he managed to one up you,” Elle retorts. “Honestly, you need to brush up on hand to hand combat because how many times have you lost at that now?”
Sylar glares at her wordlessly.
“Yeah, thought so.” Elle presses up against him, her palms on his chest. “But that’s okay, it will be fun to help train you.” She feels his rigid posture soften slightly under her touch and she takes a small step back. “So have you figured out how to get back home?”
“Without Hiro’s power? Not yet.”
“And you’re supposed to be the smart one!”
“Well my intuitive aptitude doesn’t really expand to time travel without the appropriate ability.”
“So in other words, we’re stuck here?” Elle crosses her arms, a frown marring her face.
“Unless there happens to be someone here who has the power of time travel and teleportation and I can go study their brain, yes, we’re stuck here,” Sylar tells her flatly.
Elle shakes her head. “This day really just could not get worse, could it?” She can see him about to respond and she holds up her hand. “Don’t actually answer that because I really don’t want to know.”
Sylar eyes her carefully and pulls her to him. His arms carefully wrap around her and she practically melts into him. This all still is so new to him but these actions just feel natural. One hand comes up and strokes her hair gently, as if trying to reassure her.
She lets herself be held like that for a few moments before she pulls away. “I have an idea,” she murmurs and she leaves him standing there alone.
It isn’t long before she finds herself back outside Spock’s door. It slides open and she steps in. Elle doesn’t even manage to get a word out before she feels herself being pushed against a wall and unfamiliar lips covering hers. Her electricity tingles in her hands as a reflex and she can hear a soft grunt as she zaps the mystery kisser.
“Perhaps not an illogical choice of action if that is the only one you know.”
“Spock?” The electricity in Elle’s hands dissipates as she drops them.
“Yes.”
“Oh shoot, I’m sorry,” Elle apologizes and she takes a furtive step towards the Vulcan. “I was just very surprised.”
“No, perhaps I should apologize. That behavior was extremely unbecoming and unfit for a Vulcan.”
“Well, it wasn’t like I didn’t enjoy it.”
Spock raises an eyebrow. “You are a most curious creature.”
Elle giggles. “Indeed.” She takes another step towards him. “Besides, aren’t you emotionally compromised or whatever you said earlier? So maybe something like this is exactly what you need.” She’s even closer to him now and she gently reaches out to touch his cheek. Standing on her tip toes, she whispers lowly in his ear. “Try me, I can take anything you’ve got.” When she looks back into his eyes, she can see something burning.
--
“What is going on here?”
It takes a moment for Elle’s mind to register the voice. Spock’s touch is literally blanking out her mind and all she can think about is the pleasure he’s inducing in her. When the voice finally does register, she pulls back and grabs Spock’s wrist. “Oh, hi Gabriel,” she lazily greets, her words slurring slightly.
“I decided to come looking for you,” he begins to say as he folds his arms across his chest. “This is your idea? Making out with some alien sans shirts? Give me a good reason why I shouldn’t slice you both open.”
“Because you have nothing to gain from it?” Elle quips. She finds herself being moved slightly as Spock shifts out from under her and she places a hand on his shoulder to steady herself.
“It would be quite illogical to kill either of us seeing that we have not partaken in any activity that would render our death,” Spock responds coolly. “However, seeing that you are here, it would seem quite logical to include you in our activity and that you and I work together to produce the best possible sexually gratifying release for Elle.”
One of Elle’s eyebrows quirk up in a way that could rival Spock’s anyday. “You’re okay with this? For a guy that seems so…emotionally and socially guarded, this seems quite a stretch for you.”
“On the contrary. Vulcans do not follow the boundaries that humans seem to have with being completely heterosexual or homosexual. It is not logical to assign a sexuality to a being.”
“How forward thinking of your kind,” drolly responds Sylar.
“Gabriel, don’t look so put out. Besides, don’t think I don’t know about what you and Mohinder did on your little road trip.”
He opens his mouth to protest but he can’t find the right words to say. With a grunt, he closes his mouth and walks over to the bed. “Fine. Only for you, though.”
Elle grins widely. “Oh good!” She adjusts her body so while she’s still sitting on Spock’s lap, her back is to him and she’s facing Sylar. Her arms reach out and grab a hold of his shirt and she decidedly pulls him towards her. A devilish grin appears on her face as she tugs down and her lips capture his in a quick, harsh kiss. “Play nice,” she whispers when the kiss ends and he straightens back up.
Sylar swears he can see some sort of smirk forming on Spock’s face as he’s watching the two of them. His own eyes narrow but he holds his tongue. Sylar feels Elle’s hands work the button and zipper on his pants before pushing his pants down his legs. He can feel her warm breath as her head ducks down.
Spock watches Sylar brace himself by placing his hands on Elle’s shoulders. There’s something about this illogical serial killer that seems vaguely familiar. Spock can recognize the internal struggle hidden beneath the surface, though certainly not as well hidden as his own. The pads of his fingers lightly skim across the surface of Sylar’s hands and Sylar’s eyes shoot open.
It’s not that he’s bothered by another man touching him. It’s what he’s feeling and seeing when Spock’s fingers are on his skin. Burning rage that seems to blaze so hot that Sylar isn’t sure if his skin is actually burning off or his mind is playing tricks on him. He sees a tormented childhood, not unlike his own, and being torn apart by inner demons. Sylar locks eyes with Spock and he gives a small imperceptible nod. He understands.
“Fuck,” Sylar swears when he feels something electric flowing through his body. His body jerks involuntarily as he hears a small giggle.
“Well, I think you’re sufficiently caught up now,” Elle says in a pleased tone.
And she’s right. While he had been caught up in some sort of telepathy game with Spock, Elle had masterfully worked his body into a frenzy of arousal and now that he was back in this reality, he’s painfully aware of exactly how aroused he is.
Elle shifts her body so she’s facing Spock again. “You don’t have to worry about hurting him. He can take it. Trust me.” She leans in and her lips capture his in a soft kiss. With one hand on his chest, she pushes him down on the bed and her other hand trails behind her, waiting for Sylar to take hold.
Which he does, he grabs her hand and eases himself onto the bed. Spock can feel the mattress sink down near his feet where Sylar is. But he wills himself to stop thinking and just let his human side take over. Which is not that easy. His movements are a little stiff and almost too practiced at first but the longer Elle’s lips are on him, the easier it seems to be in letting himself go.
Elle’s straddling Spock’s body as she bends over and kisses him. From behind, Sylar reaches around her waist, his fingers quickly finding the button on her pants. He undoes it easily as well as the zipper. Elle doesn’t even take a break from Spock as she works a hand down to her pants and pushes it down along with her underwear partway with Sylar pulling them off at the end.
Despite the fact that she’s the only one naked, she is completely at ease. Elle pulls back from Spock and sits up, her face flushed and her lips swollen. She turns her head and finds Sylar there. His hand cups her chin and tilts her head up as he lowers his to kiss her. His free hand travels down her bare body, brushing past her breasts before settling down on her hip. When Spock’s hand covers his, everything turns into a blur.
Sylar’s not sure if it’s some power that this pointy eared bastard has but all it takes is the alien’s touch to make everything go hazy. Everything seems like it’s a dream but yet, it’s all very real. At some point, the rest of his and Spock’s clothing are shed and while his own end up haphazardly on the floor, Spock’s are somehow neatly folded and placed on a nearby chair.
Gasps and grunts fill the air as both Spock and Sylar work to please Elle. Rhythms are found and it doesn’t take too long before Elle is coming and sparks fly out from her finger tips and find their way into Sylar’s body. A few wayward bolts hit Spock but there’s no telltale sign that it hurts him. His eyes merely darken and his grip on Elle tightens slightly.
When it’s all over, Elle is curled up on her side being spooned by Sylar on one side and one of her hands is lightly placed on Spock’s chest, who is on her other side. All three are quiet and the only sounds heard in the room are the sounds of their breathing.
--
The next morning, Elle wakes up to find herself alone in the bed. She stirs slightly and at the sound of the door opening, she starts to sit up. As she slowly sits up, the covers that had been pulled over her slide down, revealing that she is still naked.
“Elle…” Spock’s voice stops as he sees her body and Elle swears she can almost see him blush a faint green. He composes himself rather quickly. “Elle, now that you’re awake, you are most welcome to join Sylar…or is it Gabriel, as you call him, and myself in the cafeteria for some nourishment. I believe you humans call it breakfast.”
At the sound of the word breakfast, Elle’s stomach grumbles. “Breakfast sounds great!” She pushes the covers away and slides her legs to the side of the bed.
“I shall give you some time alone to get dressed. I will go wait outside for you,” Spock says stiffly as he averts his eyes.
“I would think that after last night, you’d be more comfortable with me,” Elle cracks as she reaches for her dress. When Spock doesn’t respond, she sighs. “Alright, if that’s how you want to play the game.”
“Game?”
Elle tugs on the dress and zips it up. “Sorry, human expression. Forget about it. Now where’s the food?”
He leads her to the cafeteria where Sylar is already waiting, a cup of coffee in his hand. He looks deep in thought as he reads some pad that’s sitting in front of him.
“What are you reading?”
“Spock found something for me and there just might be a way for us to get back home.”
Surprisingly, Elle doesn’t feel herself getting overly excited at the news. In the short time she’s been on this spaceship, she’s gotten rather accustomed to it. And well…not like there’s anything waiting for her back home. A dead father, no job, and loads of angry people after her aren’t entirely welcoming.
“Oh.”
Sylar looks up, his brows furrowed in slight puzzlement. “You’re not excited?”
“Well…” Elle hedges. “Maybe we could do a whole lot more here. After all, who knows what kind of powers exist out here? Possibly ones that even Primatech never even dreamed of.”
“So, you want to stay.”
“Why not?”
Sylar leans back in his chair, studying Elle. It almost seems so long ago that they had been on the floor of the Canfield house, talking about reinventing themselves when they thought that their powers had deserted them. They got their powers back however, but had that meant they couldn’t reinvent themselves?
“We’ll stay.” Beyond the big smile on Elle’s face, Sylar looks over her shoulder to where Spock had been standing quietly with his hands clasped behind his back. He knew the alien had heard the entire conversation and he swears that he can see Spock’s mouth twitch slightly at the news of their staying.
“Interesting.”
“It will be.”