Fanfiction: Heroes: The Point Of It All (Chapter 15)
And now everything I feel
Whether it's fiction or it's real
It's so much clearer
Like the color of this light
It seems more dangerous and bright
But I don't fear her
-“Quiet Little Place” K’s Choice
The months of Elle’s pregnancy were hardly easy. The hormones made the already volatile female even worse. More than once Sylar had to deal with her locking herself in the bathroom, alternating between screaming and crying. He was pretty sure the only reason why she didn’t shock him during these outbursts was the growing fear that they both had that the electricity might harm their unborn child. And that was a risk neither one of them was willing to go.
Noah’s visits were a pain at first. But as time went on, he seemed to almost forgive them for their actions. Or maybe he took pity on the child, realizing it deserved the chance neither Elle nor Sylar had ever had. He once begrudgingly admitted that he understood how having a child could change someone, and if there was anything that might save them, it was that. He kept them in line, and called them on slip ups, though they became fewer and fewer. No deaths, but a few attacks when either one of them got unnerved. He kept a watchful eye, too watchful for their taste at times, but it kept Angela away, which they both seemed to appreciate.
Peter’s visits were much more welcome, if less frequent. He brought Elle books about pregnancy, helping her to understand what she was going through. Her knowledge on such things were sorely lacking, but luckily, his knowledge from being a nurse helped fill in the gaps. When she called him about any pain that was freaking her out, he was always patient. He was the first the couple told about Sylar’s decision to go by Gabriel again, and his smile was wide and genuine and a pleasant surprise. It was becoming less and less frequent as he brought with him more stories about Nathan’s plans.
Month after month passed, and they stayed under the radar for the most part. Gabriel opened up another watch shop, mostly because he couldn’t stand being home all day, it made temptation worse, and it was pretty to take apart watches than brains. Sometimes, a customer would come in, and he could practically taste ability in them, but he never attacked. It was one thing to risk himself, or even Elle, because she could definitely handle herself, but a child…well even he wasn’t enough of a monster to risk that. He really had to work on that empathy thing, eventually. Maybe that would help.
One day, when he was coming home though his eyes widened as he saw Elle struggling down the stairs of their house, her eyes wide in pain. He rushed to her side, his eyes wide. “Elle, what’s the matter?” His brain started wracking over all the things he had read in those pregnancy books (he had probably read more of them than Elle had) agonizing over every little complication that could go wrong. He couldn’t handle if something was wrong with Elle or the baby, or god forbid, both. He had been trying so hard, and if that was going to be all lost, well, someone was going to pay.
But Elle grabbed his arms, snapping him out of his thoughts. “My water broke. The baby’s coming,” Her words were calm, with an edge of fear behind them.
Gabriel didn’t need to be told twice, grabbing the bag they had prepared and helping her to the car. He had definitely run through a few red lights on his way to the hospital, but right now the law was the last thing on his mind. As the nurses took Elle into one of the rooms, he called up Peter, and then Noah before following her into the room. And just in time.
“What do you mean, it’s too late for the drugs,” Elle growled, her hands sparking just a little as she grabbed the nurse’s collar.
The nurse gulped, looking more than a little frightened. “You’re too far along, I’m very sorry miss. The doctor should be in shortly.”
“He better be,” The small blonde hissed, letting go of the woman. The poor nurse couldn’t seem to get out of there quickly enough.
Gabriel couldn’t help but smile a little to himself as he approached her, grabbing one of her hands. “No killing the nurses. I’m pretty sure they won’t let you keep the kid if you do”
Elle pouted a little, but nodded. She hadn’t carried the kid around for nine months only to lose it now. No way in hell she was going to let something like that happen. But before she verbalized that agreement she cried out in pain as another contraction set in.
Gabriel winced a little in pain as she grasped his hand even more tightly. For such a tiny woman, she was a lot stronger than anyone would have guessed, in more ways than one.
Soon enough, the doctor came in, trying to offer them a reassuring smile. Obviously, the nurse had warned him before he came in. “She’s dilated enough, we can begin the delivery.”
~*~*~*~*~
An hour later Elle and Gabriel were left alone in the room, Elle cradling their son in her arms. She was pale, and sweaty, and looked exhausted from the labor, but overall, happy. “I want to name him Peter.”
Gabriel blinked a little unsure of how he felt about that. There was a sting of jealousy at first, but quickly passed. After all, Peter was the first person to believe in them, to try to help them; it made a lot of sense. “Peter Noah Gray” He threw the middle name out there, hoping she’d be okay with it. “I like the sound of it.”
“Who says he’s taking your last name? We’re not married you know.” Elle pointed out, an almost devilish grin playing on her lips. “I think Peter Noah Bishop sounds much better.” Her way of showing that she approved of his choice of the middle name.
“Well,” A grin of his own spread across his lips. “I was planning on waiting to ask, but will you marry me? Because really, Gray fits the name much better than Bishop.”
Elle laughed a bit at that, her face lighting up. “Fine, I’ll marry you. I’ll even take your last name, if only for our son’s sake.”
“Of course, that’s the only reason.”
~*~*~*~*~
Angela smiled to herself as her eyes fluttered open, her dream over with now. Everything had worked out, and that was two less threats she had to worry about. With Nathan’s plans already being set into motion, she had enough to worry about without having to worry about two livewires like Elle and Sylar.
Besides, who knew what a son of two such powerful parents could be like. Little Peter might be important in the future.
Whether it's fiction or it's real
It's so much clearer
Like the color of this light
It seems more dangerous and bright
But I don't fear her
-“Quiet Little Place” K’s Choice
The months of Elle’s pregnancy were hardly easy. The hormones made the already volatile female even worse. More than once Sylar had to deal with her locking herself in the bathroom, alternating between screaming and crying. He was pretty sure the only reason why she didn’t shock him during these outbursts was the growing fear that they both had that the electricity might harm their unborn child. And that was a risk neither one of them was willing to go.
Noah’s visits were a pain at first. But as time went on, he seemed to almost forgive them for their actions. Or maybe he took pity on the child, realizing it deserved the chance neither Elle nor Sylar had ever had. He once begrudgingly admitted that he understood how having a child could change someone, and if there was anything that might save them, it was that. He kept them in line, and called them on slip ups, though they became fewer and fewer. No deaths, but a few attacks when either one of them got unnerved. He kept a watchful eye, too watchful for their taste at times, but it kept Angela away, which they both seemed to appreciate.
Peter’s visits were much more welcome, if less frequent. He brought Elle books about pregnancy, helping her to understand what she was going through. Her knowledge on such things were sorely lacking, but luckily, his knowledge from being a nurse helped fill in the gaps. When she called him about any pain that was freaking her out, he was always patient. He was the first the couple told about Sylar’s decision to go by Gabriel again, and his smile was wide and genuine and a pleasant surprise. It was becoming less and less frequent as he brought with him more stories about Nathan’s plans.
Month after month passed, and they stayed under the radar for the most part. Gabriel opened up another watch shop, mostly because he couldn’t stand being home all day, it made temptation worse, and it was pretty to take apart watches than brains. Sometimes, a customer would come in, and he could practically taste ability in them, but he never attacked. It was one thing to risk himself, or even Elle, because she could definitely handle herself, but a child…well even he wasn’t enough of a monster to risk that. He really had to work on that empathy thing, eventually. Maybe that would help.
One day, when he was coming home though his eyes widened as he saw Elle struggling down the stairs of their house, her eyes wide in pain. He rushed to her side, his eyes wide. “Elle, what’s the matter?” His brain started wracking over all the things he had read in those pregnancy books (he had probably read more of them than Elle had) agonizing over every little complication that could go wrong. He couldn’t handle if something was wrong with Elle or the baby, or god forbid, both. He had been trying so hard, and if that was going to be all lost, well, someone was going to pay.
But Elle grabbed his arms, snapping him out of his thoughts. “My water broke. The baby’s coming,” Her words were calm, with an edge of fear behind them.
Gabriel didn’t need to be told twice, grabbing the bag they had prepared and helping her to the car. He had definitely run through a few red lights on his way to the hospital, but right now the law was the last thing on his mind. As the nurses took Elle into one of the rooms, he called up Peter, and then Noah before following her into the room. And just in time.
“What do you mean, it’s too late for the drugs,” Elle growled, her hands sparking just a little as she grabbed the nurse’s collar.
The nurse gulped, looking more than a little frightened. “You’re too far along, I’m very sorry miss. The doctor should be in shortly.”
“He better be,” The small blonde hissed, letting go of the woman. The poor nurse couldn’t seem to get out of there quickly enough.
Gabriel couldn’t help but smile a little to himself as he approached her, grabbing one of her hands. “No killing the nurses. I’m pretty sure they won’t let you keep the kid if you do”
Elle pouted a little, but nodded. She hadn’t carried the kid around for nine months only to lose it now. No way in hell she was going to let something like that happen. But before she verbalized that agreement she cried out in pain as another contraction set in.
Gabriel winced a little in pain as she grasped his hand even more tightly. For such a tiny woman, she was a lot stronger than anyone would have guessed, in more ways than one.
Soon enough, the doctor came in, trying to offer them a reassuring smile. Obviously, the nurse had warned him before he came in. “She’s dilated enough, we can begin the delivery.”
~*~*~*~*~
An hour later Elle and Gabriel were left alone in the room, Elle cradling their son in her arms. She was pale, and sweaty, and looked exhausted from the labor, but overall, happy. “I want to name him Peter.”
Gabriel blinked a little unsure of how he felt about that. There was a sting of jealousy at first, but quickly passed. After all, Peter was the first person to believe in them, to try to help them; it made a lot of sense. “Peter Noah Gray” He threw the middle name out there, hoping she’d be okay with it. “I like the sound of it.”
“Who says he’s taking your last name? We’re not married you know.” Elle pointed out, an almost devilish grin playing on her lips. “I think Peter Noah Bishop sounds much better.” Her way of showing that she approved of his choice of the middle name.
“Well,” A grin of his own spread across his lips. “I was planning on waiting to ask, but will you marry me? Because really, Gray fits the name much better than Bishop.”
Elle laughed a bit at that, her face lighting up. “Fine, I’ll marry you. I’ll even take your last name, if only for our son’s sake.”
“Of course, that’s the only reason.”
~*~*~*~*~
Angela smiled to herself as her eyes fluttered open, her dream over with now. Everything had worked out, and that was two less threats she had to worry about. With Nathan’s plans already being set into motion, she had enough to worry about without having to worry about two livewires like Elle and Sylar.
Besides, who knew what a son of two such powerful parents could be like. Little Peter might be important in the future.