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TITLE: All She Ever Wanted
AUTHOR: dragynflies
RATING: PG 13
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Written for mollivanders for the Syelle fic exchange. Thanks to superkappa for the beta.
SUMMARY: Elle had many father figures; Bob was never one of them.
Elle was four when she went to pre-school the first time. Her mommy had dressed her all pretty in a blue dress with little black shoes that clicked when she walked, and had spent the morning curling Elle’s long blonde hair into spirals. When she arrived at her school, she’d made fast friends with three other little girls, and from then on they’d been inseparable. Still, Elle was observant enough to realize there were some huge differences between her life and her friends’ lives.
After school, Lacey’s daddy came and picked her up, gave her a big hug and carried her out to the car. Sarah’s daddy came into the classroom carrying a big lollipop and left carrying Sarah on his shoulders. Elle brightened some when she saw Kaia’s mommy come get her, but Kaia was excited to tell Elle that they were taking Kaia’s daddy out to dinner for his birthday, and that they were going to sing to him.
Elle’s nanny arrived shortly after Kaia’s family pulled away in their big SUV, and Elle’s shoes clicked dully as she followed the woman out to the car. If she was lucky, Daddy would be home in time for Elle to see him before she went to bed.
It wasn’t until Elle was five and discovered the blue sparkles that could dance across her skin that Daddy started tucking her in at night. Now that she was special, Daddy would love her more.
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The Haitian caught Elle’s lithe body just before she hit the floor. It was unusual for his memory wipes to take so much out of the eight year old - she’d adapted quickly to her life at the Company and to the side effects of the Haitian’s care.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice low and lilting as he soothed her in his native language, in words that the little girl didn’t even understand and would never remember.
Elle whimpered, her eyes fluttering as the older man cradled her in his arms. She was eight, but she was.so tiny and fragile that no one would have guessed her age correctly.
“Daddy,” she whimpered, curling into the Haitian’s chest and burying her face against the soft fabric of his shirt.
The man knew he had orders to return her to her room as soon as he was finished with her memory wipe, but something made him stop. Instead he stood up, Elle still in his arms, and settled into a chair with her. Elle sleepily laid her head against his shoulder and soon her eyes stopped fluttering and stayed closed as she fell asleep, safe in his arms.
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“That’s enough!” Noah Bennet burst into the little room, pushing the doctor away from the tiny, sparking girl half lying in the shallow basin of water. Her company issued clothing was damp against her pale skin, burnt in several places from the sparks that shot, uncontrolled, from her palms and arms. Occasionally, the sparks would crawl up her neck to her cheeks. Her eyes fluttered as she struggled to remain conscious, but Noah could see her pupils were already blown.
“We’re working under orders from Mr. Bishop,” the doctor pushed his way back in front of Noah, stepping towards Elle.
“I don’t care whose orders you’re working under,” Noah argued, reaching for Elle. “This is a little girl, and she’s exhausted.”
Elle’s back arched and she let out a feeble groan as a line of blue electricity trailed across her stomach and across her neck. “Daddy, help,” she begged. Her head lolled to the side, and she weakly peered across the room, looking for Bob.
“It’s okay, Elle,” Noah soothed, scooping her up. Her damp clothing caught her electricity and shot it right back at her, and Noah tried to wrap her in a towel to minimize the damage she was doing to her own skin.
“Where’s my daddy?” Elle asked, her voice hitching as she shocked herself, “I want my daddy.”
Noah couldn’t tell her the truth; that Bob was too busy examining the results of her last test and was too busy to observe the effects of her current testing. “I’m here, Elle. Let’s go get you cleaned up.”
“Want my Daddy,” Elle sighed weakly. Noah just carried her to her room, where her nurse was waiting with clean clothing.
“She’s been asking for Bob,” Noah told the woman as he carefully laid Elle down on her cot, “See if you can’t get him to visit her before bed.”
The nurse nodded, but Noah wasn’t stupid - the only time Bob would be visiting Elle was when it was convenient or necessary for Bob.
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All her life, all Elle ever wanted was to make her Daddy proud. Happy, even. Hear a “Good job, Elle,” from him, maybe a hug.
This whole mess with Sylar had just made her goal even harder to achieve. But if she could just get Sylar for him…just show him she could do a good job…
“Dad, I've been thinking about it. We don't need to look for Sylar. He's on the hunt for powers? On Level 5 he'd have an all you can eat buffet. Are you even listening to me? You know, you are so sure that I'm going to disappoint you, but when I prove you wr-“
When she saw Daddy sitting up in his chair, blood running across his face, ability and life stolen by Sylar - all on his hunt for powers - Elle’s stomach dropped out.
Now she’d never be able to make him proud.
AUTHOR: dragynflies
RATING: PG 13
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Written for mollivanders for the Syelle fic exchange. Thanks to superkappa for the beta.
SUMMARY: Elle had many father figures; Bob was never one of them.
Elle was four when she went to pre-school the first time. Her mommy had dressed her all pretty in a blue dress with little black shoes that clicked when she walked, and had spent the morning curling Elle’s long blonde hair into spirals. When she arrived at her school, she’d made fast friends with three other little girls, and from then on they’d been inseparable. Still, Elle was observant enough to realize there were some huge differences between her life and her friends’ lives.
After school, Lacey’s daddy came and picked her up, gave her a big hug and carried her out to the car. Sarah’s daddy came into the classroom carrying a big lollipop and left carrying Sarah on his shoulders. Elle brightened some when she saw Kaia’s mommy come get her, but Kaia was excited to tell Elle that they were taking Kaia’s daddy out to dinner for his birthday, and that they were going to sing to him.
Elle’s nanny arrived shortly after Kaia’s family pulled away in their big SUV, and Elle’s shoes clicked dully as she followed the woman out to the car. If she was lucky, Daddy would be home in time for Elle to see him before she went to bed.
It wasn’t until Elle was five and discovered the blue sparkles that could dance across her skin that Daddy started tucking her in at night. Now that she was special, Daddy would love her more.
****************************************
The Haitian caught Elle’s lithe body just before she hit the floor. It was unusual for his memory wipes to take so much out of the eight year old - she’d adapted quickly to her life at the Company and to the side effects of the Haitian’s care.
“It’s okay,” he murmured, his voice low and lilting as he soothed her in his native language, in words that the little girl didn’t even understand and would never remember.
Elle whimpered, her eyes fluttering as the older man cradled her in his arms. She was eight, but she was.so tiny and fragile that no one would have guessed her age correctly.
“Daddy,” she whimpered, curling into the Haitian’s chest and burying her face against the soft fabric of his shirt.
The man knew he had orders to return her to her room as soon as he was finished with her memory wipe, but something made him stop. Instead he stood up, Elle still in his arms, and settled into a chair with her. Elle sleepily laid her head against his shoulder and soon her eyes stopped fluttering and stayed closed as she fell asleep, safe in his arms.
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“That’s enough!” Noah Bennet burst into the little room, pushing the doctor away from the tiny, sparking girl half lying in the shallow basin of water. Her company issued clothing was damp against her pale skin, burnt in several places from the sparks that shot, uncontrolled, from her palms and arms. Occasionally, the sparks would crawl up her neck to her cheeks. Her eyes fluttered as she struggled to remain conscious, but Noah could see her pupils were already blown.
“We’re working under orders from Mr. Bishop,” the doctor pushed his way back in front of Noah, stepping towards Elle.
“I don’t care whose orders you’re working under,” Noah argued, reaching for Elle. “This is a little girl, and she’s exhausted.”
Elle’s back arched and she let out a feeble groan as a line of blue electricity trailed across her stomach and across her neck. “Daddy, help,” she begged. Her head lolled to the side, and she weakly peered across the room, looking for Bob.
“It’s okay, Elle,” Noah soothed, scooping her up. Her damp clothing caught her electricity and shot it right back at her, and Noah tried to wrap her in a towel to minimize the damage she was doing to her own skin.
“Where’s my daddy?” Elle asked, her voice hitching as she shocked herself, “I want my daddy.”
Noah couldn’t tell her the truth; that Bob was too busy examining the results of her last test and was too busy to observe the effects of her current testing. “I’m here, Elle. Let’s go get you cleaned up.”
“Want my Daddy,” Elle sighed weakly. Noah just carried her to her room, where her nurse was waiting with clean clothing.
“She’s been asking for Bob,” Noah told the woman as he carefully laid Elle down on her cot, “See if you can’t get him to visit her before bed.”
The nurse nodded, but Noah wasn’t stupid - the only time Bob would be visiting Elle was when it was convenient or necessary for Bob.
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All her life, all Elle ever wanted was to make her Daddy proud. Happy, even. Hear a “Good job, Elle,” from him, maybe a hug.
This whole mess with Sylar had just made her goal even harder to achieve. But if she could just get Sylar for him…just show him she could do a good job…
“Dad, I've been thinking about it. We don't need to look for Sylar. He's on the hunt for powers? On Level 5 he'd have an all you can eat buffet. Are you even listening to me? You know, you are so sure that I'm going to disappoint you, but when I prove you wr-“
When she saw Daddy sitting up in his chair, blood running across his face, ability and life stolen by Sylar - all on his hunt for powers - Elle’s stomach dropped out.
Now she’d never be able to make him proud.