Fanfiction: Heroes: A Short History Of Almost Something
Title: A Short History Of Almost Something
Characters: Sylar/Elle
Rating: PG-13
Summary: An alternate take on the ending of the Eclipse Part I. What if HRG had sniped them right away?
Author’s note: Written for the “Death” prompt for 100heroesfics
This wasn’t how things were supposed to turn out.
The last few days seemed liked a blur to Elle. She had found Claire. She had left Claire in Pinehearst. She was imprisoned by Arthur because she couldn’t control her power (she never understood why he didn’t just take it and kill her. Later she found out he already had it from Peter.) And then of all people, Sylar, Gabriel, he rescued he. He took the pain away. When he was being sent after Claire, she couldn’t help but jump at the chance to help him. Missions were what she knew best. And maybe, just maybe, she wanted to get to spend more time with him. Perhaps this time around, things would work out better. No betrayal, no pain. A clean slate or as clean of a slate as either one of theirs was going to get, in any case.
And then everything had gone wrong. Their powers stopped working. Bennet was wailing on Sylar, and all Elle could try to do was shoot him. She didn’t want him to die now, not when he was the only thing going right in her life (a strange concept, considering he had been the one to cause it to start unraveling. She never claimed that life made sense.) So she raised the gun and aimed, wishing she had learned not to rely on her powers so much. And then stupid Claire got in the way, Glasses went into crazy Daddy mode, and both she and Sylar ended up on the floor, unable to move.
Later on, when discussing the subject, she felt like her head was racing. Her power was always what had made her important. What was she without it? But then he was pulling her close, and kissing her, and suddenly, it didn’t matter. Maybe with him, she didn’t have to be so special. She could be just Elle. And he could be Gabriel again. And maybe, just maybe, they could be happy.
It was a nice thought, at the very least.
But right as his hands began to unbutton her pants a round of shots hit Sylar’s back, causing him to crumple to the floor. His eyes flashed so many emotions. Pain. Remorse. Anger. Acceptance. Relief. There were no love confessions as he clinged to her body, his blood staining her clothing. No monologues. This wasn’t some play about tragedy. It was just stupid.
There were no more shots. Only deafening silence. For whatever reason, Bennet had spared her. Part of her thought of grabbing the gun he had left behind earlier. She could go after the man, make him pay. He had destroyed the last chance she had had at happiness. Everything was ruined now. Everything.
She couldn’t budge from Sylar’s side. She just kept clinging to his still warm corpse. As if somehow, she could will the serial killer back to life. As if she had that kind of power. As if miracles happened to girls like her. She wasn’t Claire. She didn’t get her happy ending. Not ever.
This wasn’t how things were supposed to turn out.
Characters: Sylar/Elle
Rating: PG-13
Summary: An alternate take on the ending of the Eclipse Part I. What if HRG had sniped them right away?
Author’s note: Written for the “Death” prompt for 100heroesfics
This wasn’t how things were supposed to turn out.
The last few days seemed liked a blur to Elle. She had found Claire. She had left Claire in Pinehearst. She was imprisoned by Arthur because she couldn’t control her power (she never understood why he didn’t just take it and kill her. Later she found out he already had it from Peter.) And then of all people, Sylar, Gabriel, he rescued he. He took the pain away. When he was being sent after Claire, she couldn’t help but jump at the chance to help him. Missions were what she knew best. And maybe, just maybe, she wanted to get to spend more time with him. Perhaps this time around, things would work out better. No betrayal, no pain. A clean slate or as clean of a slate as either one of theirs was going to get, in any case.
And then everything had gone wrong. Their powers stopped working. Bennet was wailing on Sylar, and all Elle could try to do was shoot him. She didn’t want him to die now, not when he was the only thing going right in her life (a strange concept, considering he had been the one to cause it to start unraveling. She never claimed that life made sense.) So she raised the gun and aimed, wishing she had learned not to rely on her powers so much. And then stupid Claire got in the way, Glasses went into crazy Daddy mode, and both she and Sylar ended up on the floor, unable to move.
Later on, when discussing the subject, she felt like her head was racing. Her power was always what had made her important. What was she without it? But then he was pulling her close, and kissing her, and suddenly, it didn’t matter. Maybe with him, she didn’t have to be so special. She could be just Elle. And he could be Gabriel again. And maybe, just maybe, they could be happy.
It was a nice thought, at the very least.
But right as his hands began to unbutton her pants a round of shots hit Sylar’s back, causing him to crumple to the floor. His eyes flashed so many emotions. Pain. Remorse. Anger. Acceptance. Relief. There were no love confessions as he clinged to her body, his blood staining her clothing. No monologues. This wasn’t some play about tragedy. It was just stupid.
There were no more shots. Only deafening silence. For whatever reason, Bennet had spared her. Part of her thought of grabbing the gun he had left behind earlier. She could go after the man, make him pay. He had destroyed the last chance she had had at happiness. Everything was ruined now. Everything.
She couldn’t budge from Sylar’s side. She just kept clinging to his still warm corpse. As if somehow, she could will the serial killer back to life. As if she had that kind of power. As if miracles happened to girls like her. She wasn’t Claire. She didn’t get her happy ending. Not ever.
This wasn’t how things were supposed to turn out.