Bennet's Little Cheerleader
Title: Bennet’s Little Cheerleader
Fandom: Heroes
Rating/Genre: g/gen (implied femslash)
Characters/Pairing: Angela Petrelli, Elle Bishop, implied Elle/Claire
Summary: Angela tries to make Elle understand that being fired is the best thing that could happen to her.
Word count: 849
Spoilers/Warnings: No
Notes: For heroes_contest, drabble challenge # 25, “Bloodstains”. I don’t write Elle very often… My first thought was that I wanted a second try with Angela/Elle to make it better this time, but then I just couldn’t do it! I hope the Eclaire girls on my f-list won’t hate this…
The whites of Elle’s eyes looked like the walls in a room where someone had committed a violent murder.
Maybe that was true, in a way.
Elle’s eyes were red from crying, but there were no tears in her eyes now as she stared defiantly at Angela.
“No”, Angela said. “End of discussion. What is it about ‘no’ that you cannot understand?”
“You can’t fire me! I can help. I’m useful.”
Angela stared at her. Was the girl trying to convince herself, or did she just not understand?
“Elle”, she said, “you are not useful. I admit that you have tried, and yes, your power is quite impressive, but you’re like a thunderstorm in a tree house.”
Small blue sparks were dancing at the tip of Elle’s fingers, as if she was absentmindedly juggling with small blue balls.
“If you compare the Company to a tree house, then it’s obviously the Company that is useless…”
Angela cut her off.
“Quite the opposite, my dear. The tree house is the world, and the Company is here for the world’s protection. You should know that.”
“But I do, I do know that!”
The blue sparks grew a little stronger with every world. Then, catching the look on Angela’s face, she controlled them.
“It’s totally unfair to fire me over this”, she said, “I’ll fix it, I’ll make up for it…”
“Don’t be childish”, Angela said, “I’m losing my patience. I would almost consider telling your father to give you a good spanking if he were here.”
“Well, he isn’t”, Elle hissed, “as you know.”
They stared at each other, and then Elle turned her eyes away, and then she looked up again, biting her lower lip.
“You’ll have to do it yourself if you want it done.”
“What?” Angela raised an eyebrow. “Spank you? Don’t be ridiculous; I can’t believe you even suggested that.”
“I didn’t suggest it!” Elle blushed. “You did. I was just making conversation…”
“A conversation”, Angela remarked dryly, “that I said is over.”
She scrutinized the sparkling, clearly desperate blonde.
“If you thought that that’s something that turns me on, if you think that if I ‘punished’ you some other way, I might not fire you… think again.”
“I can’t believe this”, Elle said, “I thought you were supposed to be daddy’s friend.”
Angela rolled her eyes.
“What’s that got to do with anything? Anyway, I don’t think that your daddy ever was anybody’s friend - not even yours, all things considered…”
“How can you say that?” Elle’s hands began to sparkle again. “I hate you.”
Angela looked calmly at her.
“I’m sorry to hear that, Elle. I was simply telling you to get a new life far away from here.”
Elle let go of a blue bolt; it swept over Angela’s head, near the ceiling, and burned a lamp. Then she let go of another one, and another one.
“Stop that immediately”, Angela commanded, but the girl shook her head and took a step closer.
“Wouldn't you like to spend some time in a room full of electricity?”
Until then, Angela had thought that she was in control, but maybe she had gone too far, and that could make Elle cause more damage.
“No, I wouldn’t like that”, she said carefully.
Her words made no impression. The blue sparks kept coming, closer and closer, and she had to duck to avoid getting hit. Elle seemed to enjoy herself, and Angela lost balance and fell.
She scraped her hand, and as if Elle could smell the blood and felt happier now that she had drawn it, she stopped sparkling.
Angela got up from the floor and moved closer to the girl.
“I’ll tell you why you should get out of here.”
She put her wounded hand to Elle’s cheek, leaving a small bloodstain, and said:
“I know Bob didn’t bother to teach you anything about friendship and love, but I know someone who can make up for that.”
Suspicion was written all over Elle’s face, and she moved away from Angela’s hand.
“Claire Bennet”, Angela said, “go and find her.”
“Bennet’s little cheerleader?” Elle snorted. “What for?”
“For this”, Angela replied, and put her arms around Elle’s waist and pulled her closer; to her relief, Elle stayed calm - maybe because she was curious.
Angela put her mouth close to the girl’s ear and whispered:
“When was the last time someone gave you a hug?” Her hand stroke Elle’s back. “When was the last time someone gave you a kiss?”
Elle sniffed.
“I’ve been kissed…”
“Yes, I’m sure… But you want more, don’t you? Then don’t stay here, bothering me - and don’t stay where you’ll get in bad company. Go to Claire. That way you’ll live longer.”
“Is it a threat?”
Angela let go of Elle and pushed in the direction of the way out.
“No, it’s the truth. It’s your choice to listen or not.”
“What makes you think the cheerleader even wants to talk to me?”
“I don’t think”, Angela said, “I know. And you’re fired.”
Angela turned away as Elle walked out to an unknown future.
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Fandom: Heroes
Rating/Genre: g/gen (implied femslash)
Characters/Pairing: Angela Petrelli, Elle Bishop, implied Elle/Claire
Summary: Angela tries to make Elle understand that being fired is the best thing that could happen to her.
Word count: 849
Spoilers/Warnings: No
Notes: For heroes_contest, drabble challenge # 25, “Bloodstains”. I don’t write Elle very often… My first thought was that I wanted a second try with Angela/Elle to make it better this time, but then I just couldn’t do it! I hope the Eclaire girls on my f-list won’t hate this…
The whites of Elle’s eyes looked like the walls in a room where someone had committed a violent murder.
Maybe that was true, in a way.
Elle’s eyes were red from crying, but there were no tears in her eyes now as she stared defiantly at Angela.
“No”, Angela said. “End of discussion. What is it about ‘no’ that you cannot understand?”
“You can’t fire me! I can help. I’m useful.”
Angela stared at her. Was the girl trying to convince herself, or did she just not understand?
“Elle”, she said, “you are not useful. I admit that you have tried, and yes, your power is quite impressive, but you’re like a thunderstorm in a tree house.”
Small blue sparks were dancing at the tip of Elle’s fingers, as if she was absentmindedly juggling with small blue balls.
“If you compare the Company to a tree house, then it’s obviously the Company that is useless…”
Angela cut her off.
“Quite the opposite, my dear. The tree house is the world, and the Company is here for the world’s protection. You should know that.”
“But I do, I do know that!”
The blue sparks grew a little stronger with every world. Then, catching the look on Angela’s face, she controlled them.
“It’s totally unfair to fire me over this”, she said, “I’ll fix it, I’ll make up for it…”
“Don’t be childish”, Angela said, “I’m losing my patience. I would almost consider telling your father to give you a good spanking if he were here.”
“Well, he isn’t”, Elle hissed, “as you know.”
They stared at each other, and then Elle turned her eyes away, and then she looked up again, biting her lower lip.
“You’ll have to do it yourself if you want it done.”
“What?” Angela raised an eyebrow. “Spank you? Don’t be ridiculous; I can’t believe you even suggested that.”
“I didn’t suggest it!” Elle blushed. “You did. I was just making conversation…”
“A conversation”, Angela remarked dryly, “that I said is over.”
She scrutinized the sparkling, clearly desperate blonde.
“If you thought that that’s something that turns me on, if you think that if I ‘punished’ you some other way, I might not fire you… think again.”
“I can’t believe this”, Elle said, “I thought you were supposed to be daddy’s friend.”
Angela rolled her eyes.
“What’s that got to do with anything? Anyway, I don’t think that your daddy ever was anybody’s friend - not even yours, all things considered…”
“How can you say that?” Elle’s hands began to sparkle again. “I hate you.”
Angela looked calmly at her.
“I’m sorry to hear that, Elle. I was simply telling you to get a new life far away from here.”
Elle let go of a blue bolt; it swept over Angela’s head, near the ceiling, and burned a lamp. Then she let go of another one, and another one.
“Stop that immediately”, Angela commanded, but the girl shook her head and took a step closer.
“Wouldn't you like to spend some time in a room full of electricity?”
Until then, Angela had thought that she was in control, but maybe she had gone too far, and that could make Elle cause more damage.
“No, I wouldn’t like that”, she said carefully.
Her words made no impression. The blue sparks kept coming, closer and closer, and she had to duck to avoid getting hit. Elle seemed to enjoy herself, and Angela lost balance and fell.
She scraped her hand, and as if Elle could smell the blood and felt happier now that she had drawn it, she stopped sparkling.
Angela got up from the floor and moved closer to the girl.
“I’ll tell you why you should get out of here.”
She put her wounded hand to Elle’s cheek, leaving a small bloodstain, and said:
“I know Bob didn’t bother to teach you anything about friendship and love, but I know someone who can make up for that.”
Suspicion was written all over Elle’s face, and she moved away from Angela’s hand.
“Claire Bennet”, Angela said, “go and find her.”
“Bennet’s little cheerleader?” Elle snorted. “What for?”
“For this”, Angela replied, and put her arms around Elle’s waist and pulled her closer; to her relief, Elle stayed calm - maybe because she was curious.
Angela put her mouth close to the girl’s ear and whispered:
“When was the last time someone gave you a hug?” Her hand stroke Elle’s back. “When was the last time someone gave you a kiss?”
Elle sniffed.
“I’ve been kissed…”
“Yes, I’m sure… But you want more, don’t you? Then don’t stay here, bothering me - and don’t stay where you’ll get in bad company. Go to Claire. That way you’ll live longer.”
“Is it a threat?”
Angela let go of Elle and pushed in the direction of the way out.
“No, it’s the truth. It’s your choice to listen or not.”
“What makes you think the cheerleader even wants to talk to me?”
“I don’t think”, Angela said, “I know. And you’re fired.”
Angela turned away as Elle walked out to an unknown future.
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