Fic: Sins of the Father
Title: Sins of the Father
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairing: Gabriel/Elle
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, sexual themes, violent/disturbing imagery. Possible triggering content.
Word Count: 375
Spoilers: I'm going to say all of Volume Three, just to be safe.
Summary: Call me a she-lion or a monster, as you like, for I have aimed and hit my mark--my barb forever lodged in your cleft heart. AU future fic.
Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
Elle Bishop doesn’t have friends, but she takes to heart the second half of the familiar phrase, keeping one enemy in particular closer than any other. Closer than anyone has ever been.
He tells her that he’s trying, that he wants to change. His voice is quietly earnest, the eyes once mocking and merciless now wide and sincere. He doesn’t ask for forgiveness, at least not in words-though perhaps in the tentative brush of his thumb against her scarred forehead, or in the broken cry of her name when he comes deep inside her.
She smiles and runs her fingers tenderly through his hair, but all she sees is her father’s bloodstained, brainless body and Angela Petrelli’s smug smirk-we won’t be needing your services anymore-and all she feels is the terror and pain of nearly losing her own skull.
She hasn’t forgotten, and she certainly hasn’t forgiven.
Maybe it’s a hallmark of her life’s sudden plunge into instability-the security net of the Company yanked out from under her-that she doesn’t have a concrete plan for vengeance. She’ll play it by ear, she thinks, string him along until the best opportunity presents itself. The deceiver now being deceived.
A baby, however, was never meant to be part of the scheme.
Her immediate reaction is disbelief tinged with panic, until she blurts out those three little words-Gabriel, I’m pregnant-then watches as a hundred emotions flash across his face in an instant. And her breath catches in her throat as the gears spin in her mind.
It takes nine long months for this new plan to formulate, but when little Noah is finally born, she knows it was worth it. She feels the flush of excitement and savage triumph rising when she watches the father hold his new son, sees the pride and possessiveness and love in Gabriel’s eyes.
And as she stands by her son’s crib late one night, she steels herself against the sudden pang of hesitation, recalling once again her father’s butchered body.
“A life for a life,” she murmurs, and closes her hand around little Noah’s throat.
Rage will bite through reason’s curb-how useless to know that the worst harm comes to us from heedless wrath.
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Note: The quotes in the summary and at the end of the fic are from Euripides’ Medea.
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairing: Gabriel/Elle
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, sexual themes, violent/disturbing imagery. Possible triggering content.
Word Count: 375
Spoilers: I'm going to say all of Volume Three, just to be safe.
Summary: Call me a she-lion or a monster, as you like, for I have aimed and hit my mark--my barb forever lodged in your cleft heart. AU future fic.
Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
Elle Bishop doesn’t have friends, but she takes to heart the second half of the familiar phrase, keeping one enemy in particular closer than any other. Closer than anyone has ever been.
He tells her that he’s trying, that he wants to change. His voice is quietly earnest, the eyes once mocking and merciless now wide and sincere. He doesn’t ask for forgiveness, at least not in words-though perhaps in the tentative brush of his thumb against her scarred forehead, or in the broken cry of her name when he comes deep inside her.
She smiles and runs her fingers tenderly through his hair, but all she sees is her father’s bloodstained, brainless body and Angela Petrelli’s smug smirk-we won’t be needing your services anymore-and all she feels is the terror and pain of nearly losing her own skull.
She hasn’t forgotten, and she certainly hasn’t forgiven.
Maybe it’s a hallmark of her life’s sudden plunge into instability-the security net of the Company yanked out from under her-that she doesn’t have a concrete plan for vengeance. She’ll play it by ear, she thinks, string him along until the best opportunity presents itself. The deceiver now being deceived.
A baby, however, was never meant to be part of the scheme.
Her immediate reaction is disbelief tinged with panic, until she blurts out those three little words-Gabriel, I’m pregnant-then watches as a hundred emotions flash across his face in an instant. And her breath catches in her throat as the gears spin in her mind.
It takes nine long months for this new plan to formulate, but when little Noah is finally born, she knows it was worth it. She feels the flush of excitement and savage triumph rising when she watches the father hold his new son, sees the pride and possessiveness and love in Gabriel’s eyes.
And as she stands by her son’s crib late one night, she steels herself against the sudden pang of hesitation, recalling once again her father’s butchered body.
“A life for a life,” she murmurs, and closes her hand around little Noah’s throat.
Rage will bite through reason’s curb-how useless to know that the worst harm comes to us from heedless wrath.
* * *
Note: The quotes in the summary and at the end of the fic are from Euripides’ Medea.