Feel: Chapter One (Elle/Claire)
AU: A different series of events after the Sylar/Elle/Claire/Noah confrontation. (Elle x Claire)
NC-17ish. So if you don't like dont read.
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1.
Elle walked up to the house slowly, contemplating what on earth she was actually doing there.
She had felt compelled to come with Sylar on this little mission to get the cheerleader, however
she’d yet to figure out why.
Entering she saw Noah and Claire standing there, almost as if they were waiting for her. Almost
as if she was waiting for her.
“Hey girls” She said smoothly, brushing her attention over the blonde to focus on the bigger
problem at hand, Noah. She flicked her hand to gather a ball of electricity but nothing came, “You
have the Haitian here”, she stated flatly.
Noah pulled out his gun, and she sighed, she should really invest in one of those things. “No. Just
me” he said staring at her through those eyes that so haunted her late at night. She waited for
her back-up patiently, not willing to give Noah the satisfaction of thinking he had the upper hand.
His smugness annoyed her immensely.
“Back out of the house. Now”, he ordered as he moved across the room, “You’re not getting
Claire” Thankfully, Sylar finally decided to appear behind them, “Funny story. We are” he said
smoothly, as Elle rolled her eyes at his arrogance.
But when he flicked his finger and nothing happened she realised that they may not be as in
control of the situation as she had thought. This was bad. Both men seemed to realise this at the
same time Elle did, as they lunged at one another with fists flying.
“Clare. Stay back!” Noah yelled as he tried to fight off Sylar, the good old fashioned human way.
Elle took the opportunity to grab the gun that had somehow been kicked to the ground in the
struggle.
She pointed it at the two of them as the thrashed about on the floor, then she clicked, this was
too perfect, she thought. She wanted an answer to what she should do and here it was handed
to her on a silver platter.
She let the gun drop from its targets and down to her side, watching for another second as they
wrestled about on the ground, looking utterly ridiculous. Silly boys, she thought with a head
shake, they really were making things easy on her.
Elle turned to face Claire who was cowering by the stairs. Walking to her swiftly she grabbed her
by the arm and bent down, “I’m guessing that your little ability has gone too, but this little
contraption” she said waving the gun, “Still works just fine. So come with me quietly and no one
will get hurt. Not you. Not him” she motioned towards the mess of limbs rolling around on the
bare wooden floor.
Claire glanced at the men as Elle pulled her up, “Don’t worry, he is currently as useless as me and
you. I’m sure they will tire themselves out soon enough”.
She guided Claire out the door and heard Noah shout out, but he didn’t get a chance to follow
them as she heard the scuffle re-ignite.
“Where are you taking me?” Claire asked in a whiney voice, and Elle almost regretted her
decision to keep her away from Arthur, almost. But something in her wouldn’t let her do the
sensible thing. It was infuriating, these feelings she had no control over. She wasn’t even sure
what they were, but she knew she had to get Claire out of there.
“Just get in the car cheerleader, we can save the catch up chat for later”, with that she opened
the door and shoved her in the drivers seat, wincing when the girl hit her head and yelped. She
would have to remember that she was breakable now. Quickly rounding the car, keeping her aim
on the girl she jumped in the passenger seat, “Drive” she told her.
“Where?”, Claire inquired making no movement to follow her order.
“Just drive I’ll direct you. And step on it grandma we haven’t got long”. Elle muttered settling back
in to the seat, and wondering where on earth she would take the girl.
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Elle was relieved when she spotted a motel off the dusty highway. Planning seemed to be over
rated, as everything was falling easily in to place. This being on her own stuff didn’t seem as hard
as Daddy had led her to believe.
“Pull in here” she said with as much authority as she could muster. Her new found confidence
made her feel powerful, even without her ability.
The blonde obliged and when the car stopped Elle tucked the gun in to her waistband, snatched
the keys out of Claire’s hand, and popped the boot to grab her duffle bag. Turning around she
begun walking towards the reception. Claire scrambled behind her, “I’m free to go?” she asked,
confused.
“I’ve done my part”
“Your part? What’s going to happen to me? Did they put you up to this? ” she spat out angrily.
“No one put me up to this Pom-Pom. You helped me out, and I don’t like to be indebted to
anyone. You’re free to go,” Elle motioned out to the seemingly endless desert.
“To go where exactly?, we’re in the middle of nowhere”
Elle shrugged, “You’re safe…And I need a shower, a slushy and a burger. You can do whatever
you please; maybe your little boyfriend can fly in and pick you up”
Elle tried to act casually as she turned and walked towards the dingy office, fighting down the
burning feeling that appeared when she thought of West. She was sure it was because of the
little stunt he had pulled on her. Yes that was it, she thought quickly.
She was relieved when she heard footsteps follow her up the stairs after she had paid for the
room, but she was careful not to turn around or give Claire any indication that she knew she was
there. Even though there was a fluttering in the bottom of her stomach.
Leaving the door open she dumped her bag on the overstuffed orange chair and kicked off her
shoes. When the door closed with a soft click, she finally turned to face Claire.
“Why?” was all she said, looking at Elle intently. She knew she wasn’t referring to her lame
excuse before, but she still wasn’t ready to admit why she had done to herself, let alone the girl
standing in front of her.
“I never wanted to be a part of another company…but I felt responsible for Gabriel, I thought I
could help him”, she shook her head and sighed, “But when I saw him with Arthur I knew it was a
matter of time before he turned again. And when I heard they were going to take you to
Pinehearst…”
Claire shuddered slightly and Elle didn’t miss it, so she stopped.
The girl just continued to look at her searchingly, making Elle feel uncomfortable, so she spoke
again, “The question you should be asking is what the hell has happened to our abilities…being
human is really off-putting. I feel weak and useless.”
Claire suddenly smiled widely and Elle looked at her like she was insane, as she reached up and
felt the bump on her head, “I was so flustered I didn’t even register…I felt the car frame hit me”.
“Yeah that’s kind of the problem blondie” Elle replied furrowing her brow.
“Its not a problem Elle, it’s….this is what I’ve wanted ever since I found out about what I could
do”, the look of pure joy on her face made her eyes sparkle and Elle’s lips twitched in spite of her
best efforts, fighting the involuntary reactions the younger girl was bringing out in her.
She looked down to hide her face, and replied in an unsteady voice “You want to be useless?”.
“Not useless Elle…to be normal. I want to feel alive”.
Elle returned her gaze to the girls face, “Well that’s touching, but you won’t be alive much longer
without your ability and I need mine back if I want to make it on my own”.
“You were willing to get rid of it before”, Claire replied swiftly, with an eyebrow cocked.
“Yes well, I didn’t think that logically through did I? I have no skills, no experience….I don’t think
executioner will go down super well on my resume”.
Claire shook her head and walked towards her grabbing her by the arms, Elle was nervous about
the invasion of her personal space but Claire was too committed to her point to let Elle get a
word in, “Don’t you see, you can be anyone. You have a second chance”
“No Claire, you can be anyone. You have a second chance” She backed out of her grip and turned,
talking as much to herself as to Claire, “I spent the better part of my life in a glass room, with an
IV of lithium in my arm. I can’t interact with people. They make no sense….”she let the sentence
drift off.
Suddenly aware of her emotional vulnerability she turned sharply and looked Claire in the eye,
wanting to make sure she didn’t think she was weak, “I’m a sociopath”, she smiled wickedly, “…a
company girl”. She added softly.
“Your not a sociopath”, Claire said looking at her, “If you were you wouldn’t have saved me…you
didn’t have to. That has to mean something”.
Elle furrowed her brow, “I’m not sure why I did that” she replied honestly.
Claire grinned, “So the sociopath likes me, I’m flattered”.
Elle wiggled a finger back and forth, “Don’t get too cocky, you might make me reconsider”.
“You don’t have your powers Elle, kind of takes the bite out of your threats”. Elle had momentarily
forgotten about that little tid-bit, but decided not to bring up the gun pressed against her body,
as she didn’t want Claire to call her bluff. Instead she took it out and laid it on the table softly.
Then she walked to the window and looked out, contemplating what was happening to them,
“Arthur was sketching the eclipse” she murmured softly, “So maybe its something to do with
that?” she said hopefully, “Superman gets his powers from the sun, maybe we do too” she smiled
trying to lighten the situation.
Claire looked crestfallen, “So it’s not permanent?”.
“No. You should be back to your crash dummy self soon enough” Elle replied with a shrug. “At
least then I won’t have to worry about you”
“Why do you care what happens to me. And don’t give me that ‘I owe you’ bullshit” Claire zeroed
in on her once again, but this time Elle didn’t move, “Did you feel something that day on the
plane?” she prodded.
Elle shook her head quickly, but couldn’t stop her heartbeat from accelerating, “You’re crazy,
midget” she said smoothly.
“Look me in the eye and say that”, Claire challenged her, “Because according to you once this
eclipse is gone I wont be able to… that day on the plane there was something there, and I feel
something now between us and I don’t want to let it go….it might be my last chance”
“Claire…” , Elle felt nervous, exposed. She didn’t have the upper hand, they were equally
powerless, and Elle didn’t like feeling that way. She needed to regain control of this situation, and
quickly.
She strode towards the girl and kissed her fiercely, she ran her tongue over her lips forcefully,
barely waiting for her to respond before she deepened the kiss and pushed her hands in to her
hair.
Claire moaned against her and Elle smiled, she liked being in control. It was short lived, however,
as Claire pushed her back on to the bed forcefully, straddling her as she did but never breaking
the kiss.
Elle let her hand roam over Claire’s curves, appreciating how they were rounded in all the right
places; this was how a body should feel, she thought as the cheerleader shivered under her touch.
Claire was not one to be one upped, however, and as she pushed down with her strategically
placed leg causing Elle let out a moan of her own as all her blood rushed south. So they were
going to play this game, she thought mischievously.
Elle pulled off Claire’s shirt and helped her with the jeans, before doing away with her own
clothing. As she looked in to the younger girl’s eyes she was momentarily paralyzed. Claire took
the opportunity to place kissed all down her neck softly and she murmured softly, “I should
probably tell you that I’ve never done this before”
“We don’t have to…” Elle started, not really knowing if she could stop even if she tried.
“I want to” she heard the husky response and let out the breath she wasn’t aware she had been
holding. Claire’s legs were smooth and perfect as they straddled her sides, her kisses becoming
softer…more delicate. Elle pulled her down tightly in to her body, she felt her breasts on her chest
and placed a trail of kissed her way down her neck as she undid her bra, disposing of it
somewhere around the room.
Claire’s hips started grinding against hers as she arched up in response. For someone who had
never done this before, she really knew how to torture a girl.
Elle slid her hand under Claire’s waistband tentatively, making sure it was ok with her, and
received an eager sigh in response. She moved slowly, suddenly very aware the girl pressed
against her was now every bit as delicate as she looked.
She slid her middle finger in to her slowly watching her eyes for a reaction. Claire rocked against
her and threw her head back, as Elle moved rhythmically. She wrapped her arms around Elle’s
neck for support as she thrust her hips faster, and Elle was surprised when she suddenly slid off
of her and faced her on her side, sliding her fingers under Elle’s waistband and mirroring the
motions she was making.
Elle’s head flew backwards as she tried to control herself, and Claire’s free hand slowly brought it
back to face her kissing her lips hungrily, passionately. She dug her nails in to Claire’s back to try
and steady herself, to pull herself back to reality.
But Claire moaned which pushed Elle further towards the point of ecstasy, she growled as their
movements became faster and more intense and she pushed back the pain her hand was trying
to tell her to feel because every other sensation was more intense at that moment, until she
finally gave in and felt her inner muscles begin to tighten and constrict and her body slowly numb.
She knew that Claire was right there with her as her walls her tightening around her fingers.
Panting and resting their heads against one another they didn’t move for a few minutes, just
staring at each other and enjoying the light buzz that was coursing through their heightened
senses.
They finally moved and Claire gathered up Elle’s hand and started playing with it, tracing
patterns, “So that was what everyone was on about” she smiled, “I can see why they are all so
obsessed”.
Elle shook her head, “No that was something else”; she said softly, “It’s not always like that”.
Claire turned to face her once again, “Its not?”.
Elle laughed, “Don’t get all cocky on me, but no”.
“So I’m good at it”.
Elle grinned in spite of herself, “You’re perfect”.
Claire flashed her a dazzling smile, before snuggling in to her, twisting so their bodies were
molded together, but she never let go of her hand.
“I’m scared” she heard Claire murmur quietly, almost so softly she didn’t hear. Elle hesitated,
“Scared of what?”.
Claire sighed, “That ill get my ability back that I won’t be able to have this ever again. That I
won’t be able to have you”.
Elle answered honestly, despite everything she had ever learnt about never giving away your
hand, “You can have me for as long as you’d like.”
Note: I wrote this on impulse after watching the episode. Could be a one shot, or if someone actually reads it I can extend it. Let me know! xo