Fanfiction: Heroes: The Point Of It All (Chapter 10)
Title: The Point Of It All (Chapter 10)
Pairing/Characters: Sylar/Elle, Angela, Hatian, others.
Rating: NC-17 (For chapter 4 and 8)
Summary: Elle is brought back to life to serve a purpose for the Company, but is it a service she wants to perform? Does she even have a choice? AU after 3x12 "Our Father". Chapter 10: Angela discuss matters with Peter while Sylar and Elle have something to discuss as well.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Rest in me and I'll comfort you
I have lived and I died for you
Abide in me and I vow to you
I will never forsake you
-“Lies” Evanescence
“Mother, why do you exactly need me here anyways?” Peter asked, making his way into his mother’s office now. Now that he had his powers back he had more important things to do than to play mother’s bodyguard. He had to try to stop Nathan and whatever plans his brother might be coming up with now.
“Because, Gabriel and Elle are coming here to confront me, and I need to make sure I am safe. You know how volatile the two of them can be alone; can you imagine what they might be like working together? It’s only understandable that I might be concerned. Or would you rather I become the next of Sylar’s victims?” She asked with a raised brow. “Is that how you’d like to see me Peter? My skull pulled off and my brains spread across the office?”
Peter cringed at the very thought of that. It was only made worse that he could actually picture it. He could see it, his mother lying there dead, her skull missing and her head empty. Just like every other one of Sylar’s victims. “Of course not. But do you think he’d attack you? You are his mother, right? Or were both you and Dad lying to him?” He had been there, seen Sylar confront his father for the truth, but that didn’t mean his mother was lying too, did it? As much as he’d rather not think his mother had a child from an affair, at this point, he would not have been surprised whatsoever to find out that she had. Very little about his mother surprised him anymore.
Angela sat there for a moment, clasping her hands in her lap as she thought of the best way to word things. How you said things was always so much more important than what you actually said. If there was anything she had learned in life, it was this. “I wanted to offer Gabriel the kind of guidance only a mother could offer; however, with as independent as he is, the only way I could give him that was if he believed I really was his mother.”
“So you’re not his mother then,” Peter spit out, feeling disgusted at his own flesh and blood for not the first time in his life, and most likely not the last either.
“No. I am not”
“So you lied to him. You lied to him and now you want me here to help clean up your messes. Why should I help you? Why shouldn’t I just leave you in the mercy of him and Elle? Why not? Answer me Mother, when you’ve put yourself in such a situation, why should I help you?”
“Because, I know something he and Elle both don’t. Something you do. The future you saw, it can still happen Peter, with some differences.”
“What are you talking about, I’ve been trying to prevent that future, I’ve been trying to stop Nathan to prevent any of that from happening, what do you think I’ve been doing?”
Angela laughed softly, in a condescending sort of way before shaking her head lightly. “Not that part. That part we can still prevent. But do you remember the Gabriel you met in the future. The one so calm and in control of his powers. He had a son, didn’t he? Who’s son do you think that was?”
Peter’s eyes widened a little as realization settled into him. “Elle. Noah was Elle’s son.”
“That would be correct. And that son is going to be important in the future. Do you see now why I need your help Peter?” She implored, looking up at her youngest son. “Will you help me make this right?”
Peter hesitated for a moment before sighing and giving in. “Yes mother”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Elle was sitting on the edge of the bed in their hotel room, dressed only in her bra and panties as she sucked on her extra large cherry Slush-O. “So what exactly are we going to do once we get to Angela anyways? You know she’ll probably have Glasses himself with her for protection”
“Probably,” Sylar replied as he made his way out of the shower, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. “But he’s easily enough disposed of, and we just want answers from her, right? I say we just question her, and then make any other judgments after that. It’s not like she can lie to me. Not anymore.
Elle got up from the bed; her lips stained a deep red from the Slush-O as she made her way over to Sylar. “I forgot about that. You’re some kinda human lie detector now, aren’t you? So if I told I hated the taste of Slush-Os…?”
Sylar laughed, wrapping his arms around her waist, leaning in for a kiss. He pulled away to reply. “Well, if the taste of cherry on your lips didn’t give away the lie, the twinge I felt in my head when you said it did.”
“That must be a pretty useful power, knowing if people are lying to you or not. It makes it much harder to doubt the words coming out of their mouth, doesn’t it?” She asked, tilting her head a little curiously at him now.
Sylar raised one of his brows as he looked down at her, unsure of what she was talking about now. They had somehow gotten off track, it would seem. “Just what are you getting at, Elle?” He asked, his voice a little terse.
“I’m late,” she put it simply, looking down, as if a little ashamed to admit it. She really should have made him use a condom at least one of those times...but every time they had had sex, it had frankly been the farthest thing from her mind, what could come of it.
“Late?” He asked, his voice tense. He grabbed her arms, holding them a little more tightly that he had planned. His fingertips would probably end up leaving bruises later on, but for now he couldn’t quite get himself to care. “What do you mean by late, Elle?” He demanded. He was pretty damn sure he knew what she meant, but he had to hear the words from her lips before he could even begin to believe that they were true.
“Gabriel,” She said softly, the first time she had used his real name since she had been resurrected. “I think I might be pregnant. I mean, I haven’t taken a test yet, but I’m pretty sure.”
There was no twinge in his head. There was no lie. Only truth. He took a deep breath, trying to sort out his mind. “We’ll have to get you one then Elle, to make sure.”
“Aren’t you upset?” She asked in a confused voice. Wouldn’t a baby get in the way of whatever his plans were? She couldn’t imagine he was happy with this news. Hell, she’d be lying if she said she herself was happy about it.
“Why should I be upset?” He asked, leaning down to take a kiss from her lips, trying to reassure her. “It’s just as much my fault as it is yours, after all”
Elle laughed softly in response to that. “I suppose that’s true. So what do we do now?”
“For now, we both get dressed, go get the test, and then tomorrow, we drive into New York and question Angela. The rest we’ll have to figure out from there” He paused for a moment. “And Elle?”
“Yes?”
“Only call me Gabriel when we’re alone, can you do that?” He asked.
She raised a brow at that. A strange request, but she supposed it made enough sense, as he saw Gabriel as a weakness. “I can do that.” She broke away, grabbing a pair of her jeans to slide on, along with a button up shirt she had stolen from him. It pooled over her, but there was something comforting about wearing it that she just couldn’t place. “I better head to the store before they close.” She leaned up to give him a kiss. “I’ll try not to take too long”
“Good. And don’t shock the clerk just because he doesn’t want to give you things free because you’re pretty”
Elle just laughed as she made her way to the door. “Now on that, I can’t make any promises”