Fanfiction: Heroes: The Author Is Not God
Title: The Author Is Not God
Author: superkappa
Prompt: Challenge #14 at sylelle_chall
Characters/Pairing:Sylar/Elle (sorta), Elle/Luke (implied)
Rating: R
Summary: Hundreds of years later, Sylar meets a reincarnation of Elle. Things don’t go as planned.
A/N: This is one of the weirdest things I’ve written for a while, so I apologize for that. Thanks goes to dragynflies for betaing and making sense of this mess.
Over the years, Sylar has many professions. He does eventually become president for a couple of terms during the 2020s, and during the 2140s he’s considered one of the most brilliant engineers that has ever lived. Name and identities change, his jobs change, but he remains the same. Sort of.
The year is 2567 and he’s Peter Bishop now. He hasn’t used the name Gabriel Gray in years and the only one who calls him Sylar anymore is Claire, and he doesn’t see her much. In this life he’s constructed for himself this time, he’s an author. Not only that, he’s a good one. He’s popular. He gets fanmail all the time, mostly from teenage girls. He can’t really remember too many names or faces, except for one.
He was doing a talk on his latest book Electricity in the Sand and a girl named Elliot Knight came to talk to after the signing. What makes her so memorable is her appearance. He would recognize that face anywhere, but never in a million years did he expect to see it again. Especially since he had killed that face hundreds of years ago.
He has never been one to believe in reincarnation, but if such a thing existed, this was Elle’s reincarnation. At least in looks. And from the way she slams her book down on the table in anger, it’s a reincarnation of attitude as well.
“Were you stalking me?” She demands, her blue eyes burning with anger. “How could you know so much about me? You described me perfectly, down to the feel of my power. How is that possible? I swear, I even dream about it sometimes, that scene at the beach where we make love. Have you been following me? Is that your power, can you submit thoughts into my head?”
Yes, he thought to himself, but he didn’t answer. He had picked up that power from Matt a few centuries ago. He doesn’t use it much though. He knows too much from his own experience about having his sense of reality shaken with. Besides, these days, Sylar was trying to be a good person.
The key word of course is trying, and some days he tries harder than others.
“Hello?” She asks, shocking him out of his thoughts with a painful spark. “Aren’t you going to answer me?”
“If I did, you would never believe me,” He begins carefully. Because here she was, his living second chance. Over the years, he’s been with many women, most of them blonde and petite (what can he say? He has a type) but never compare to her. If there was one thing he’s regretted over and over again it was killing Elle.
But now here she is again. It’s Elle.
Only it isn’t and he has a hard time remembering that as she rolls her eyes and challenges him.
“Try me.”
“You’re a reincarnation of the girl in the book.”
And that earns him a stare like he’s crazy. Which he sort of is, but that’s beside the point.
“Are you some kind of pothead or something? That doesn’t make any sort of sense.”
“I know it doesn’t make any sense, but it’s true. You look just like her. You sound just like her,” He takes a step closer to her now, placing his hands on her hips before pulling her in closer. “And I bet you taste just like her too.” And before she could respond he was pressing his lips tightly against her, pushing his tongue past her lips. And he’s right. She tastes like Elle always did. Like being home again. He groans softly, pulling her close.
But then he’s met with a large burst of electricity and he falls to the ground. Elliot glares down at him. “Whoever you think I am, I’m not. You can’t make up your mistakes on me.” And then she storms off.
But Sylar just smirks a little to himself. She’ll come around, he’s sure of it. They always do, eventually.
-
He stalks her, just like she originally accused him of doing, and eventually, he finds a bar she frequents. He shape shifts into someone else (Peter tends to be his favorite face to adapt these days) and he introduces himself as Noah Bennet.
They hit it off right away, and by the end of the evening she’s giggling and pressing soft, sparky kisses against his lips as she leads him back to her apartment. It is sparse and decorated in blue and lightning bolts. It was perfect.
As they undress and find each other on the bed he settles onto her, shifting back into his real form with a confident smirk. “See? I told you you would want me again. You’re just like her.”
Elliot screams in terror and starts sending blast after blast of electricity at him, and all he can do is laugh while he cries out in pain.
-
She moves not too long after that. She’s living up in Montreal, but that doesn’t stop him from sending her roses and love letters. Sometimes he sends manuscripts about his next book, the story about them, how you can find a lost love again. It is going to be the sequel to Electricity in The Sand and it is going to be the perfect answer to how many fans were angry at him for killing the character of Elle in the end. This way she’ll live on, sort of.
But Elliot sends everything back. The roses come back dead, the manuscripts come back singed with writing all over them, mostly to the effect of “self indulgent crap.” But she’s still responding, and that’s positive to him.
But eventually, the cease and desist letters stop, and the last things he gets from her is a bouquet of dead roses and her copy of his book, the one she had brought the night they met.
He has no idea what that means.
-
He looks her up in Montreal, and he finds out she’s marrying a young engineer. His name is Lucas Belton. He’s a splitting image of the stupid microwave boy he had roadtripped with years and years ago. She isn’t supposed to be with him.
The headline says something about a fairytale come to life. Elliot is quoted calling Lucas her knight in shining armor.
This isn’t the way things were supposed to go this time, things were supposed to be better this time. They could have had a happy ending together, he could have been her prince charming.
But instead all he’s suited is to be her villain.
Maybe that’s all he was ever supposed to be.
Author: superkappa
Prompt: Challenge #14 at sylelle_chall
Characters/Pairing:Sylar/Elle (sorta), Elle/Luke (implied)
Rating: R
Summary: Hundreds of years later, Sylar meets a reincarnation of Elle. Things don’t go as planned.
A/N: This is one of the weirdest things I’ve written for a while, so I apologize for that. Thanks goes to dragynflies for betaing and making sense of this mess.
Over the years, Sylar has many professions. He does eventually become president for a couple of terms during the 2020s, and during the 2140s he’s considered one of the most brilliant engineers that has ever lived. Name and identities change, his jobs change, but he remains the same. Sort of.
The year is 2567 and he’s Peter Bishop now. He hasn’t used the name Gabriel Gray in years and the only one who calls him Sylar anymore is Claire, and he doesn’t see her much. In this life he’s constructed for himself this time, he’s an author. Not only that, he’s a good one. He’s popular. He gets fanmail all the time, mostly from teenage girls. He can’t really remember too many names or faces, except for one.
He was doing a talk on his latest book Electricity in the Sand and a girl named Elliot Knight came to talk to after the signing. What makes her so memorable is her appearance. He would recognize that face anywhere, but never in a million years did he expect to see it again. Especially since he had killed that face hundreds of years ago.
He has never been one to believe in reincarnation, but if such a thing existed, this was Elle’s reincarnation. At least in looks. And from the way she slams her book down on the table in anger, it’s a reincarnation of attitude as well.
“Were you stalking me?” She demands, her blue eyes burning with anger. “How could you know so much about me? You described me perfectly, down to the feel of my power. How is that possible? I swear, I even dream about it sometimes, that scene at the beach where we make love. Have you been following me? Is that your power, can you submit thoughts into my head?”
Yes, he thought to himself, but he didn’t answer. He had picked up that power from Matt a few centuries ago. He doesn’t use it much though. He knows too much from his own experience about having his sense of reality shaken with. Besides, these days, Sylar was trying to be a good person.
The key word of course is trying, and some days he tries harder than others.
“Hello?” She asks, shocking him out of his thoughts with a painful spark. “Aren’t you going to answer me?”
“If I did, you would never believe me,” He begins carefully. Because here she was, his living second chance. Over the years, he’s been with many women, most of them blonde and petite (what can he say? He has a type) but never compare to her. If there was one thing he’s regretted over and over again it was killing Elle.
But now here she is again. It’s Elle.
Only it isn’t and he has a hard time remembering that as she rolls her eyes and challenges him.
“Try me.”
“You’re a reincarnation of the girl in the book.”
And that earns him a stare like he’s crazy. Which he sort of is, but that’s beside the point.
“Are you some kind of pothead or something? That doesn’t make any sort of sense.”
“I know it doesn’t make any sense, but it’s true. You look just like her. You sound just like her,” He takes a step closer to her now, placing his hands on her hips before pulling her in closer. “And I bet you taste just like her too.” And before she could respond he was pressing his lips tightly against her, pushing his tongue past her lips. And he’s right. She tastes like Elle always did. Like being home again. He groans softly, pulling her close.
But then he’s met with a large burst of electricity and he falls to the ground. Elliot glares down at him. “Whoever you think I am, I’m not. You can’t make up your mistakes on me.” And then she storms off.
But Sylar just smirks a little to himself. She’ll come around, he’s sure of it. They always do, eventually.
-
He stalks her, just like she originally accused him of doing, and eventually, he finds a bar she frequents. He shape shifts into someone else (Peter tends to be his favorite face to adapt these days) and he introduces himself as Noah Bennet.
They hit it off right away, and by the end of the evening she’s giggling and pressing soft, sparky kisses against his lips as she leads him back to her apartment. It is sparse and decorated in blue and lightning bolts. It was perfect.
As they undress and find each other on the bed he settles onto her, shifting back into his real form with a confident smirk. “See? I told you you would want me again. You’re just like her.”
Elliot screams in terror and starts sending blast after blast of electricity at him, and all he can do is laugh while he cries out in pain.
-
She moves not too long after that. She’s living up in Montreal, but that doesn’t stop him from sending her roses and love letters. Sometimes he sends manuscripts about his next book, the story about them, how you can find a lost love again. It is going to be the sequel to Electricity in The Sand and it is going to be the perfect answer to how many fans were angry at him for killing the character of Elle in the end. This way she’ll live on, sort of.
But Elliot sends everything back. The roses come back dead, the manuscripts come back singed with writing all over them, mostly to the effect of “self indulgent crap.” But she’s still responding, and that’s positive to him.
But eventually, the cease and desist letters stop, and the last things he gets from her is a bouquet of dead roses and her copy of his book, the one she had brought the night they met.
He has no idea what that means.
-
He looks her up in Montreal, and he finds out she’s marrying a young engineer. His name is Lucas Belton. He’s a splitting image of the stupid microwave boy he had roadtripped with years and years ago. She isn’t supposed to be with him.
The headline says something about a fairytale come to life. Elliot is quoted calling Lucas her knight in shining armor.
This isn’t the way things were supposed to go this time, things were supposed to be better this time. They could have had a happy ending together, he could have been her prince charming.
But instead all he’s suited is to be her villain.
Maybe that’s all he was ever supposed to be.