Fanfiction: Heroes: The Point of It All (Chapter 12)
Title: The Point Of It All (Chapter 12)
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 12: The Confrontation Continues
Author's Note: I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, I couldn't sleep and it kind of wrote itself. Feeback is seriously appreciated.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Just throw it all away... you let me down
Like everybody says... you let me down
Write me off like yesterday... you let me down
Oh, I guess that you’re not good enough to be with me
-“Let Me Down” Limp Bizkit
Angela sighed at the question, looking more put out than anything else. If she was scared by their threats, she was refusing to show it. “If you must ask your questions, than go ahead.”
“Angela, how can you be so passive,” Noah snapped, looking annoyed that he hadn’t been allowed to shoot them when he had the chance. “They shot the Hatian without hesitance, how do you know they won’t just kill you anyways?”
Elle rolled her eyes. “Look closer, Glasses, we only shot him with a tranquilizer. We just didn’t need him getting in the way.” She and Sylar had discussed that on their way to the mansion, that if the Hatian was there, they wouldn’t kill him. He had always been nice to Elle growing up, letting her keep as many memories as he could get away with. The least she could do for the man was keep him alive. It had taken some convincing to talk Sylar out of taking the Hatian’s power, even if she knew as well as he did how handy that might be in the future. But finally, she had been able to.
“What happens to Angela remains to be seen. First she has to answer our questions.” Sylar took a deep breath, looking down at the woman, tightening the grip he had on her shoulders. “Now tell me, are you really my mother?”
“Remember,” Elle chirped with a grin. “If you lie, I get to shock you”
Angela shook her head a bit. “No.”
Sylar’s face and heart dropped all at once. Even though he had expected it, part of him had hoped only Arthur had been lying, that maybe he had been a child of an affair or something like that. It had been nice to have a family. They had been fucked up, but they had been his. That was enough. But now they had been taken away from him, and that coldness was settling into his heart again. “For a moment, I wish you were.” He murmured softly, a true sorrow in his voice, letting go of her and backing away a little, as if trying to collect himself.
Elle came up to him, rubbing his back soothingly. “It doesn’t matter. We’ll have our own family now, we don’t need theirs”
Angela merely smiled at this. “So you know about the child already?”
Elle blinked at that, though she wasn’t sure why she surprised; Angela was a precog after all. So it sort of made sense that she would know. “I haven’t taken a test or anything yet, but I’m pretty sure I’m pregnant, yes. Why? You don’t think we’re going to let you or the Company near the child, do you? If you’re not his mother, we don’t owe you anything, not after what you’ve done to both of us.”
Angela raised a brow slightly. “If it had not been for my intervention, you would be dead, and he would be down a path of no return. The only thing I’ve done to you both is given you hope, given you a future. A family. What you’ve both always wanted.”
Elle brought a hand up, snapping a ball of electricity at the woman, grinning as she cried out in pain. “You’ve lied to use. Used us both as pawns. Why should we believe you now? Why shouldn’t we just kill you and end the Company and its corrupt rule right here and now. Give us one good reason Angela. You let my father experiment on me just like everyone else. You’ve used your own children like chess pieces. Give us a reason to save us”
Peter struggled a little, still under the telekinetic hold of Sylar. “You guys don’t have to do this. I saw the future Gabriel. You became a better man for your son. It can still happen”
Sylar eyes widened at that statement, and in his surprise, he released the holds he had on both Peter and Noah. “What did you say?” He couldn’t believe it. How could he be a better man? He was only supposed to be a monster. The fact that he had killed the one thing he couldn’t live without had been proof of that. And even though he had Elle back now, that didn’t change the facts of who he was. People didn’t change. Not people like him and Elle. Maybe that’s why he had been feeling something gnaw at his stomach since Elle mentioned she might be pregnant. What kind of parents would people like themselves be?
Peter got up, carefully approaching Elle and Sylar. He felt bad for them, understood their anger even. What his mother had put them both through, it had been horrible, but vengeance wasn’t going to find them any peace. “In the future. You had a son, the one I’m assuming Elle is carrying now. That kid loved you, Gabriel, and you were great with him. You learned to control yourself for him. There’s still a chance for that. You don’t have to throw it all away.” He glanced at his mother and Noah. “They only saw you two as monsters, as pawns; do you really want to prove them right?”
“What if we don’t want to change?” Elle challenged. She was tired of trying to be a good girl, a good agent, it seemed so much easier to do what they pleased, take what they want.
“Do you want your kid to end up like either one of you? Do you really want that?” Peter knew he was pushing them, but it had to be done. He had to get through to them. He didn’t know why, but he really wanted to help them, especially since no one else seemed to care one way or another.
“Do you really think two psychopaths like them could ever be good parents?” Noah asked with a roll of his eyes.
“We’re getting off topic here,” Elle shouted, holding up two hands of electricity. “We came here for answers, not to debate our status as parents of the year or anything else. And frankly, I don’t give a shit what any of you think. Bennet, you manipulated me time and time again to your own advantage, pitied me, but never tried to stop my father from what he did, that makes you as guilty as he is. Peter, you used me and led me on just so you could escape, so that doesn’t make you high on my trust list, and Angela, you brought me back and erased my memories just to make sure everything exactly to your plan, not caring that I had every right to know he killed me. I had every right to each of my memories, and so many of them were taken from me, and you two, you never tried to help me. Not once. So why the hell should we trust any of you? You know, Sylar may of tried to kill me, but at least he’s honest about it. That’s more than I can say about any of you.” Her eyes seemed to be sparking with electricity as much as her hands were. Anger, betrayal, years of frustration finally coming to the surface. Everyone had a breaking point.
Sylar put a hand on Elle’s shoulder, rubbing it gently. “…I think…perhaps we should talk to Peter in private.” He looked to Angela and Noah. “We’re not done with you two yet, go wait in the other room.” He wasn’t sure why, but there was something in Peter’s words about that future self that had sprung up that old hope again, the one that had died when Bennett had revealed the truth about his parents, and then died again when he killed Elle. Was there still a chance to redeem himself? Did he even want that anymore?
“Peter, are you okay with this, we’ll be leaving you alone with them,” Noah commented as he got up from his seat, rubbing his neck a little. He wouldn’t trust those two any farther than he could throw them.
“Trust me, I can handle this.” He just had to get through to them. That wouldn’t be too hard, right?
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 12: The Confrontation Continues
Author's Note: I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, I couldn't sleep and it kind of wrote itself. Feeback is seriously appreciated.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Just throw it all away... you let me down
Like everybody says... you let me down
Write me off like yesterday... you let me down
Oh, I guess that you’re not good enough to be with me
-“Let Me Down” Limp Bizkit
Angela sighed at the question, looking more put out than anything else. If she was scared by their threats, she was refusing to show it. “If you must ask your questions, than go ahead.”
“Angela, how can you be so passive,” Noah snapped, looking annoyed that he hadn’t been allowed to shoot them when he had the chance. “They shot the Hatian without hesitance, how do you know they won’t just kill you anyways?”
Elle rolled her eyes. “Look closer, Glasses, we only shot him with a tranquilizer. We just didn’t need him getting in the way.” She and Sylar had discussed that on their way to the mansion, that if the Hatian was there, they wouldn’t kill him. He had always been nice to Elle growing up, letting her keep as many memories as he could get away with. The least she could do for the man was keep him alive. It had taken some convincing to talk Sylar out of taking the Hatian’s power, even if she knew as well as he did how handy that might be in the future. But finally, she had been able to.
“What happens to Angela remains to be seen. First she has to answer our questions.” Sylar took a deep breath, looking down at the woman, tightening the grip he had on her shoulders. “Now tell me, are you really my mother?”
“Remember,” Elle chirped with a grin. “If you lie, I get to shock you”
Angela shook her head a bit. “No.”
Sylar’s face and heart dropped all at once. Even though he had expected it, part of him had hoped only Arthur had been lying, that maybe he had been a child of an affair or something like that. It had been nice to have a family. They had been fucked up, but they had been his. That was enough. But now they had been taken away from him, and that coldness was settling into his heart again. “For a moment, I wish you were.” He murmured softly, a true sorrow in his voice, letting go of her and backing away a little, as if trying to collect himself.
Elle came up to him, rubbing his back soothingly. “It doesn’t matter. We’ll have our own family now, we don’t need theirs”
Angela merely smiled at this. “So you know about the child already?”
Elle blinked at that, though she wasn’t sure why she surprised; Angela was a precog after all. So it sort of made sense that she would know. “I haven’t taken a test or anything yet, but I’m pretty sure I’m pregnant, yes. Why? You don’t think we’re going to let you or the Company near the child, do you? If you’re not his mother, we don’t owe you anything, not after what you’ve done to both of us.”
Angela raised a brow slightly. “If it had not been for my intervention, you would be dead, and he would be down a path of no return. The only thing I’ve done to you both is given you hope, given you a future. A family. What you’ve both always wanted.”
Elle brought a hand up, snapping a ball of electricity at the woman, grinning as she cried out in pain. “You’ve lied to use. Used us both as pawns. Why should we believe you now? Why shouldn’t we just kill you and end the Company and its corrupt rule right here and now. Give us one good reason Angela. You let my father experiment on me just like everyone else. You’ve used your own children like chess pieces. Give us a reason to save us”
Peter struggled a little, still under the telekinetic hold of Sylar. “You guys don’t have to do this. I saw the future Gabriel. You became a better man for your son. It can still happen”
Sylar eyes widened at that statement, and in his surprise, he released the holds he had on both Peter and Noah. “What did you say?” He couldn’t believe it. How could he be a better man? He was only supposed to be a monster. The fact that he had killed the one thing he couldn’t live without had been proof of that. And even though he had Elle back now, that didn’t change the facts of who he was. People didn’t change. Not people like him and Elle. Maybe that’s why he had been feeling something gnaw at his stomach since Elle mentioned she might be pregnant. What kind of parents would people like themselves be?
Peter got up, carefully approaching Elle and Sylar. He felt bad for them, understood their anger even. What his mother had put them both through, it had been horrible, but vengeance wasn’t going to find them any peace. “In the future. You had a son, the one I’m assuming Elle is carrying now. That kid loved you, Gabriel, and you were great with him. You learned to control yourself for him. There’s still a chance for that. You don’t have to throw it all away.” He glanced at his mother and Noah. “They only saw you two as monsters, as pawns; do you really want to prove them right?”
“What if we don’t want to change?” Elle challenged. She was tired of trying to be a good girl, a good agent, it seemed so much easier to do what they pleased, take what they want.
“Do you want your kid to end up like either one of you? Do you really want that?” Peter knew he was pushing them, but it had to be done. He had to get through to them. He didn’t know why, but he really wanted to help them, especially since no one else seemed to care one way or another.
“Do you really think two psychopaths like them could ever be good parents?” Noah asked with a roll of his eyes.
“We’re getting off topic here,” Elle shouted, holding up two hands of electricity. “We came here for answers, not to debate our status as parents of the year or anything else. And frankly, I don’t give a shit what any of you think. Bennet, you manipulated me time and time again to your own advantage, pitied me, but never tried to stop my father from what he did, that makes you as guilty as he is. Peter, you used me and led me on just so you could escape, so that doesn’t make you high on my trust list, and Angela, you brought me back and erased my memories just to make sure everything exactly to your plan, not caring that I had every right to know he killed me. I had every right to each of my memories, and so many of them were taken from me, and you two, you never tried to help me. Not once. So why the hell should we trust any of you? You know, Sylar may of tried to kill me, but at least he’s honest about it. That’s more than I can say about any of you.” Her eyes seemed to be sparking with electricity as much as her hands were. Anger, betrayal, years of frustration finally coming to the surface. Everyone had a breaking point.
Sylar put a hand on Elle’s shoulder, rubbing it gently. “…I think…perhaps we should talk to Peter in private.” He looked to Angela and Noah. “We’re not done with you two yet, go wait in the other room.” He wasn’t sure why, but there was something in Peter’s words about that future self that had sprung up that old hope again, the one that had died when Bennett had revealed the truth about his parents, and then died again when he killed Elle. Was there still a chance to redeem himself? Did he even want that anymore?
“Peter, are you okay with this, we’ll be leaving you alone with them,” Noah commented as he got up from his seat, rubbing his neck a little. He wouldn’t trust those two any farther than he could throw them.
“Trust me, I can handle this.” He just had to get through to them. That wouldn’t be too hard, right?