fic: 12 Months of Sylar and Elle
Title: April (of 12 Months of Sylar and Elle)
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: Language, eventual spoilers for some Volume 3 episodes
Summary: A look into a year of Sylar and Elle's life as they do things on their own terms
A/N: This chapter takes a slightly different turn than previous chapters and I'm doing something a bit different. Opinions are definitely needed. As always, thanks to catyuy and carapheonix
Prologue
1 - January
2 - February
3 - March
April
Driving in Louisiana
The two make their way along the south central border. Elle's always wanted to go to New Orleans and luck was on their side since a special on their list resided there.
"What's this one?"
"Renee Serafina. She's a healer."
"Oh that will be a nice addition to the collection. I'll be able to heal you if you ever get hurt."
"Apparently, she masquerades as a voodoo priestess in order to use her ability."
"Well then...maybe one of us should start acting affected."
"Might as well be me. It still hurts sometimes where Glasses shot me the second time." She reaches down to the spot where a bullet had tore through a few months earlier.
---
Renee Serafina's store
Taking a deep breath, Elle smooths down the front of her shirt as she stands in front of the store. She turns her head back towards the car where Gabriel sits. He nods slightly to encourage her.
A bell jingles as Elle opens the door to the shop. She looks around at the decor, wrinkling her nose in distaste as she sees the shrunken heads and similar decor lining the shelves along one wall.
"Hello!" A thirty-something woman with long dark curly hair, dark complexion, and huge brown eyes walks over to greet Elle. "What may I do for you?" she asks in a Cajun accent.
"I'm Elle Bishop. We spoke on the phone earlier? I've been experiencing pains in my left leg for no reason lately. I think someone out there must be playing around with a doll of me."
"Oh of course," the woman nods. "I'm Renee, welcome to my shop. Please follow me and we'll take care of your problem." Elle follows her but not before looking back towards the front door where she knows that Gabriel is counting down until he enters.
---
Backroom
"Please lie down on this table," instructs Renee.
Wordlessly, Elle gets onto the table and lies down. She tenses slightly as she feels the woman's hands on her leg.
"Please, relax. This will be quite painless, I assure you." A soothing warm feeling accompanied by occasional tingles starts to radiate through Elle's left leg. Suddenly the dull ache in her leg that semi-flared up is no longer there.
"Oh wow, the pain's gone!" exclaims Elle. She sits up on the table she was laying on.
"It's what I do." Renee smiles.
"Well, it's amazing, what you do." Elle smiles easily and she sees Gabriel's shadow before he even enters the room.
"Yes, it is quite amazing," he says darkly as he enters.
Renee's smile freezes and she turns around at the intruder. "Who are you? You can't be back here!"
"I can't? Too bad." Gabriel raises his fingers and Renee flies across the room, slamming into the wall. "You see...I don't like following anyone else's rules." He extends his arm, pinning her in an invisible hold. Renee's eyes glance over at Elle.
"Sorry lady. I'm with him," Elle answers unapologetically. She hops off the table and walks to Gabriel's side.
An agonized scream fills the air as Gabriel cuts into her skull. Blood splatters on the floor as Renee's body falls over.
---
"Gabriel..." Elle starts.
"What is it?" he asks absentmindedly as he's picking through Renee's brain, trying to find where the healing power was located.
"I have something for you to fix," Gabriel turns his head slightly to look at Elle. "Me," she says determinedly.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I deserve to recover what the Haitian took from me."
After finding what he was looking for and wiping his hands on his shirt, Gabriel places his hands on both sides of Elle's head and concentrates. A warmth flows through Elle from her head down to her toes. As former stolen memories start to return to her brain, her eyes squeeze shut.
A little girl's piercing scream resonates beyond the testing room, causing everyone on the other side of the shatter proof glass to wince, except for one man.
"Come on, Elle. I know you can give me more."
"But Daddy...I don't think I can. This hurts so much."
"And what do I say about pain? It only hurts now because you're not doing as this like you should be. You know this is very important."
"Bob. Is this necessary? You've been at this for a week." a voice interrupts.
"Claude, you know it is absolutely imperative that this testing goes through."
"She's 8 years old! No child knows how to control power at such an age."
"Precisely why we're doing this."
"God, you're insufferable. This girl will end up cracked because of you."
Elle knows she wasn't supposed to hear the conversation between Bob and Claude. But Bob had forgot to flip the soundproof switch that would have kept her from hearing.
That memory fades away to yield another one.
A petite twelve year old girl frantically stops her father in the hallway."Dad! What is this? I'm...bleeding."
"Where?" Bob asks sharply.
Elle's voice drops to a whisper. "From down there."
Bob merely sighs. "Elle, it's nothing. It's just your period. Now go into the testing room. I want to make sure your powers are fine."
"But..."
"No, buts. Now go back in the room, Elle!"
Elle shuffles off around the corner but stops and peeks when she hears voices. Her father is now joined by two others.
"Bob, do you really have to treat your daughter that way?"
"Claude, I need to know if her period will affect her ability. And no better time to test it than right now when she has it."
"I really can't believe I helped you create this company. You honestly don't care about people at all, do you?"
"Of course, I care, Victoria. I care about knowing to what extent people and their abilities can go."
Victoria's features twist into annoyance. "Listen King Midas, one day your life will be at stake, and you better hope that your daughter still loves you enough to save you."
"Vicky, let's go. We'll leave Goldfinger 'ere to do his business."
A short while later, Claude and Victoria enter Elle's testing room where she remained after tests were done.
" 'ey girly."
Elle sniffles. "Hi Claude."
"We overheard the conversation between you and your dad. And listen, it's not what you think. You're not dying."
"I'm not?"
"Absolutely not. I can't really explain it too well but I brought someone who can."
Elle looks up at the woman standing next to Claude. "Ms. Pratt."
"Hi, Elle." Victoria sits down in a vacant chair near where the young blonde sits. "Claude's right. You're not dying. What you have is your period. It comes every month."
Elle's eyes widen. "Every month? But it hurts so much..."
"I know. But it will be okay, I promise." Looking at Elle's tear streaked face, Victoria sighs. "Don't listen to your father." She reaches out and gently takes Elle's hand. "Listen, you might not think so, but your period is actually a good thing.."
"Really?"
"Oh yes. And we'll go out and get some stuff-" Victoria is interrupted.
"What are you two doing in here? Claude, didn't you have an assignment and Victoria, aren't you supposed to be working on Strain 138?"
"Fine, we're going." The two make for the door. As they leave, Claude turns around to Bob. "Father of the Year, you are."
---
When the slight pressure of Gabriel's hands on her head are gone, Elle opens her eyes to find him staring intently at her.
"Well?"
"I...remember everything." She looks down at her hands. "I remember all the testing my father did on me. I...used to be a normal little girl. Then..." Her voice drifts off as she clenches her fists. "I was never good enough! He kept making me do test after test because he wanted more and more until I had nothing left to give. God, Glasses was right." She breaks down, harsh sobs escaping her.
Gabriel pulls Elle to him in a tight hug, stroking her hair wordlessly. "Son of a bitch. I'm glad I killed him," he thinks.
Elle pushes away suddenly. "I hate them all..Angela, Arthur, Glasses, they could have stopped my father. But they didn't. They let him test me! The only ones that even remotely cared about my well being were Claude and Victoria Pratt." Her fist crackles with bright blue sparks as her anger takes over. "I'll make them pay!" she yells as electricity erupts from her and flows every which way, setting nearby things on fire.
5 - May
Pairing: Sylar/Elle
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: Language, eventual spoilers for some Volume 3 episodes
Summary: A look into a year of Sylar and Elle's life as they do things on their own terms
A/N: This chapter takes a slightly different turn than previous chapters and I'm doing something a bit different. Opinions are definitely needed. As always, thanks to catyuy and carapheonix
Prologue
1 - January
2 - February
3 - March
April
Driving in Louisiana
The two make their way along the south central border. Elle's always wanted to go to New Orleans and luck was on their side since a special on their list resided there.
"What's this one?"
"Renee Serafina. She's a healer."
"Oh that will be a nice addition to the collection. I'll be able to heal you if you ever get hurt."
"Apparently, she masquerades as a voodoo priestess in order to use her ability."
"Well then...maybe one of us should start acting affected."
"Might as well be me. It still hurts sometimes where Glasses shot me the second time." She reaches down to the spot where a bullet had tore through a few months earlier.
---
Renee Serafina's store
Taking a deep breath, Elle smooths down the front of her shirt as she stands in front of the store. She turns her head back towards the car where Gabriel sits. He nods slightly to encourage her.
A bell jingles as Elle opens the door to the shop. She looks around at the decor, wrinkling her nose in distaste as she sees the shrunken heads and similar decor lining the shelves along one wall.
"Hello!" A thirty-something woman with long dark curly hair, dark complexion, and huge brown eyes walks over to greet Elle. "What may I do for you?" she asks in a Cajun accent.
"I'm Elle Bishop. We spoke on the phone earlier? I've been experiencing pains in my left leg for no reason lately. I think someone out there must be playing around with a doll of me."
"Oh of course," the woman nods. "I'm Renee, welcome to my shop. Please follow me and we'll take care of your problem." Elle follows her but not before looking back towards the front door where she knows that Gabriel is counting down until he enters.
---
Backroom
"Please lie down on this table," instructs Renee.
Wordlessly, Elle gets onto the table and lies down. She tenses slightly as she feels the woman's hands on her leg.
"Please, relax. This will be quite painless, I assure you." A soothing warm feeling accompanied by occasional tingles starts to radiate through Elle's left leg. Suddenly the dull ache in her leg that semi-flared up is no longer there.
"Oh wow, the pain's gone!" exclaims Elle. She sits up on the table she was laying on.
"It's what I do." Renee smiles.
"Well, it's amazing, what you do." Elle smiles easily and she sees Gabriel's shadow before he even enters the room.
"Yes, it is quite amazing," he says darkly as he enters.
Renee's smile freezes and she turns around at the intruder. "Who are you? You can't be back here!"
"I can't? Too bad." Gabriel raises his fingers and Renee flies across the room, slamming into the wall. "You see...I don't like following anyone else's rules." He extends his arm, pinning her in an invisible hold. Renee's eyes glance over at Elle.
"Sorry lady. I'm with him," Elle answers unapologetically. She hops off the table and walks to Gabriel's side.
An agonized scream fills the air as Gabriel cuts into her skull. Blood splatters on the floor as Renee's body falls over.
---
"Gabriel..." Elle starts.
"What is it?" he asks absentmindedly as he's picking through Renee's brain, trying to find where the healing power was located.
"I have something for you to fix," Gabriel turns his head slightly to look at Elle. "Me," she says determinedly.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I deserve to recover what the Haitian took from me."
After finding what he was looking for and wiping his hands on his shirt, Gabriel places his hands on both sides of Elle's head and concentrates. A warmth flows through Elle from her head down to her toes. As former stolen memories start to return to her brain, her eyes squeeze shut.
A little girl's piercing scream resonates beyond the testing room, causing everyone on the other side of the shatter proof glass to wince, except for one man.
"Come on, Elle. I know you can give me more."
"But Daddy...I don't think I can. This hurts so much."
"And what do I say about pain? It only hurts now because you're not doing as this like you should be. You know this is very important."
"Bob. Is this necessary? You've been at this for a week." a voice interrupts.
"Claude, you know it is absolutely imperative that this testing goes through."
"She's 8 years old! No child knows how to control power at such an age."
"Precisely why we're doing this."
"God, you're insufferable. This girl will end up cracked because of you."
Elle knows she wasn't supposed to hear the conversation between Bob and Claude. But Bob had forgot to flip the soundproof switch that would have kept her from hearing.
That memory fades away to yield another one.
A petite twelve year old girl frantically stops her father in the hallway."Dad! What is this? I'm...bleeding."
"Where?" Bob asks sharply.
Elle's voice drops to a whisper. "From down there."
Bob merely sighs. "Elle, it's nothing. It's just your period. Now go into the testing room. I want to make sure your powers are fine."
"But..."
"No, buts. Now go back in the room, Elle!"
Elle shuffles off around the corner but stops and peeks when she hears voices. Her father is now joined by two others.
"Bob, do you really have to treat your daughter that way?"
"Claude, I need to know if her period will affect her ability. And no better time to test it than right now when she has it."
"I really can't believe I helped you create this company. You honestly don't care about people at all, do you?"
"Of course, I care, Victoria. I care about knowing to what extent people and their abilities can go."
Victoria's features twist into annoyance. "Listen King Midas, one day your life will be at stake, and you better hope that your daughter still loves you enough to save you."
"Vicky, let's go. We'll leave Goldfinger 'ere to do his business."
A short while later, Claude and Victoria enter Elle's testing room where she remained after tests were done.
" 'ey girly."
Elle sniffles. "Hi Claude."
"We overheard the conversation between you and your dad. And listen, it's not what you think. You're not dying."
"I'm not?"
"Absolutely not. I can't really explain it too well but I brought someone who can."
Elle looks up at the woman standing next to Claude. "Ms. Pratt."
"Hi, Elle." Victoria sits down in a vacant chair near where the young blonde sits. "Claude's right. You're not dying. What you have is your period. It comes every month."
Elle's eyes widen. "Every month? But it hurts so much..."
"I know. But it will be okay, I promise." Looking at Elle's tear streaked face, Victoria sighs. "Don't listen to your father." She reaches out and gently takes Elle's hand. "Listen, you might not think so, but your period is actually a good thing.."
"Really?"
"Oh yes. And we'll go out and get some stuff-" Victoria is interrupted.
"What are you two doing in here? Claude, didn't you have an assignment and Victoria, aren't you supposed to be working on Strain 138?"
"Fine, we're going." The two make for the door. As they leave, Claude turns around to Bob. "Father of the Year, you are."
---
When the slight pressure of Gabriel's hands on her head are gone, Elle opens her eyes to find him staring intently at her.
"Well?"
"I...remember everything." She looks down at her hands. "I remember all the testing my father did on me. I...used to be a normal little girl. Then..." Her voice drifts off as she clenches her fists. "I was never good enough! He kept making me do test after test because he wanted more and more until I had nothing left to give. God, Glasses was right." She breaks down, harsh sobs escaping her.
Gabriel pulls Elle to him in a tight hug, stroking her hair wordlessly. "Son of a bitch. I'm glad I killed him," he thinks.
Elle pushes away suddenly. "I hate them all..Angela, Arthur, Glasses, they could have stopped my father. But they didn't. They let him test me! The only ones that even remotely cared about my well being were Claude and Victoria Pratt." Her fist crackles with bright blue sparks as her anger takes over. "I'll make them pay!" she yells as electricity erupts from her and flows every which way, setting nearby things on fire.
5 - May