Remember (1/x)
TITLE: Remember (the past isn't ours to see)
FANDOM: Heroes
SUMMARY: Before the dreams, before the flying, Peter came across someone so contradictory to his dictated destiny, that she was ripped even from the seeds of his subconscious--Elle Bishop. She was a 20 year old grasping for a bit of freedom, and he was just a 22 year old student whose only semblance of freedom was his career choice. By running into one another, however, they exposed worlds to each other that their respective families had been so adamant in hiding. But Peter's destiny would not be left up to chance, and that's when things were left to be forgotten.
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Peter/Elle
GENRE: General/Romance
RATING: T
NOTE: enjoy.
PART(S): prologue - 1
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Four Years Ago - 2003
Maybe it was too easy, but she wasn't going to pay much attention to it. He was nowhere in sight and he was reluctant to chase her through the busy streets to begin with. It was almost like he wanted her to get away. Maybe he understood that a pretty, young girl like herself shouldn’t have to be locked in a facility all day with her only recourse being the occasional, boring stakeout of some boring person whose ability could hardly touch hers.
Whatever the case, she was taking advantage of her freedom. Her daddy had issued a challenge, so she would contract in it. He said she couldn’t make it out in the real world a day without him? Well she was going to show him a thing or two, and if Noah Benet wasn’t going to hunt her down accordingly, well she would take advantage of that too.
She wasn’t getting off to a good start however. She should have finished her lunch before taking off, because it was four hours now that she had been walking around this strange city, and her stomach began making some funny noises.
She was hungry, and having managed to get away with absolutely no money, there wasn’t much she could do to buy food.
Sighing, she stopped and leaned against a building, tired from running. She needed energy, needed to find a way to get some food.
She scanned the area, counted three little places where they were selling food, and observed how a majority of those eating out were far from alone. Kids with parents, grouped friends, boys and girls giggling together, some boy feeding a girl a fry…
That gave her the perfect a idea--why would she need money when someone could buy her food? She giggled to herself and ignored the look a passerby gave her. She began walking towards a booth that looked to be selling buckets of chicken or something, and as she walked, kept a lookout for any little lonely boys.
She spotted just the one as the small outside restaurant was within five feet of her.
The sun was just going down, so she couldn’t make him out very well, but he looked decent enough. He sat on one of the tables by himself, with a backpack set in front of him as he read something. She laced her hands behind her back, slapped on a wide smile, and slowly crept up to him.
“Watcha reading there?” Elle asked him. Without permission, and before he even ot a chance to answer her, she plopped down beside him, a little too close for comfort.
“Uh…” he blinked a few times, scooted over a bit, and furrowed his brows.
“I’m studying, have an exam for a college course.”
“Oh,” she kept her eyes on his to look interested,” you go to college! Cool--what are you studying?”
He gulped pretty noticeably, and his the look on his face clearly stated that he was far from comfortable. Not that it seemed to bother her much, as she just stared at him intently.
“Medicine, going to be a doctor,” he stated,” look, I’m waiting for someone…”
“Oh,” she bit her lip and looked away for a second,” like a girlfriend?”
“A friend,” he clarified, but clearly he should have said otherwise, because as soon as he said that, she just scooted closer to him and smiled again.
“Then I’ll join you two!”
“Join us?” a voice hovering above them came.
Both she and the guy at the table looked up to find a guy staring at them, confused.
Elle smiled up at him, mesmerized at how much prettier he was than the guy she sat next. She jumped up and invaded his personal space.
“Hi, I’m Elle,” she stuck her hand out and licked her lips.
“I’m Peter.”
He took her hand, but hardly even smiled before looking back down to his friend. She followed his gaze and saw that the guy at the table only shrugged and mouthed something that looked like ’I don’t know.’
She pouted, and then the guy’s phone rang and he wasted no time in answering it.
“Your friend didn’t tell me his name,” Elle said to get this Peter to talk to her.
“That’s David,” he said curtly and nodded.
“Oh, David,” Elle drawled out and tried thinking something else up as David talked on the phone, but then he got up, grabbed his book, stuffed it in his backpack, and slung it over his shoulder.
“What’s going on?” Peter asked in a low whisper to his friend.
He moved his phone away from his mouth, and in a low whisper quickly answered, “Andrea says she needs me.”
He quickly scurried off as Peter sighed and ruffled his hair.
He turned back around and jumped back when he saw that Elle still stood there.
“Where’s he going?”
Despite not knowing her, and knowing David didn’t know her either, he still answered her.
“To his girlfriend’s--and I should get going, t--” he stopped short when he heard his stomach rumble, a rumble Elle must’ve heard too because she giggled aloud.
“Guess I’m hungrier than I thought,” he mumbled.
He pulled back his sleeve and shook his wrist to look at his watch, then he glanced towards the sky that was growing darker.
“Maybe…you should eat then,” Elle suggested as she tried not to sound too eager about the prospect.
“It’s kind of late, but I could grab something quick--nice meeting you, Elle,” he added in the end and began walking away from her.
She scrunched up her nose and her eyes followed him, something he must have felt because he stopped short and turned on his heel to glance back at her.
“You wouldn’t want to share a small bucket, would you? Getting just a side dish wouldn’t get me full, but it’d cost enough not to get me more.”
“Sure!” she exclaimed and rushed up beside him.
He stared down at the petite blond, who was staring at those eating as she subconsciously licked her lips. Perhaps that’s why she was there, chatting it up with a stranger--she must be starving, but not have the means to buy any food. She didn’t look particularly poor or unkempt however, nor did she look young enough to be a runaway, but he had encountered more than a runaway or two and thus had an idea of how they acted. It wasn’t strange to find them out in New York, trying to get away from a variety things, and yes on occasion they were a bit past the teen or child years. But he wouldn’t make assumptions, and instead he told himself they’d eat and then get to know her better. Perhaps after getting some food in her stomach, she’d be willing to tell him why she was being so friendly with a stranger.
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His suspicions grew when she so feverishly chewed on the drumsticks, but it was quite impressive how she ate so quickly and yet sat upright, and kept her mouth clean in the meantime. As though she had been taught to be effective and mannerly in any…eating situation.
“You said your name was, Elle, right?” he asked as she sipped on her soda.
She nodded, and when the straw left her lips, chirped,” yep.”
“Where you from?”
Her mouth twisted and she looked down for a millisecond before smirking,” Somewhere.”
“Well, where in New York are you living? Or are you here visiting?”
“Is this some interrogation,” she leaned forward in her seat and raised an eyebrow.
He chuckled,” no, sorry about that.”
“Yeah,” she wasn’t sure if he was or not, and so she began getting up before he began asking some more questions.
“So thanks for the food! But I’ve got to go now.”
“Hold on,” he stood up as well and held up his hand.
“Do you have a place to stay?”
She smiled tightly, and brushed back some hairs nervously. “Of course, silly, why do you ask?”
She certainly had the behavior of a girl who was lying.
“Because I know a place if you don’t.”
“If I didn’t, why would you help me? I’m just a girl you shared some food with.”
He smiled sincerely at her, a small lopsided smile that put her at ease and even made her believe him a little when he answered,” guess I just like helping people.”
She was never too good at knowing who to trust, so more often than not she just didn’t trust anyone who wasn’t her daddy, but he didn’t look too harmful, and he was really cute. Which is why she answered,” I may need a place--but just for tonight.”
“Alright,” he seemed to accept that. Still, she hung back, unsure of going with him or not.
“And I’ll get you breakfast in the morning.”
With that, she went back to smiling at him, and she ran up to him and embraced him in a hug.
“Thank you!” she squeezed him tightly.
He was tense under her, and he could only pat her lightly on the back.
“Don’t thank me yet,” he murmured.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing,” he pulled away from her,” we should go.”
She nodded fervently, interloped her arm with his, waited patiently as he grabbed his backpack, and the two went on their way.
Elle could only think that she was having the best luck ever that day--first, Mr. Noah and her daddy hadn’t found her, and two, she found a boy who bought her food and knew a place she could stay. She changed her mind--the day might not have started so well with her fighting her daddy and her going hungry, but now she was well on her way.
FANDOM: Heroes
SUMMARY: Before the dreams, before the flying, Peter came across someone so contradictory to his dictated destiny, that she was ripped even from the seeds of his subconscious--Elle Bishop. She was a 20 year old grasping for a bit of freedom, and he was just a 22 year old student whose only semblance of freedom was his career choice. By running into one another, however, they exposed worlds to each other that their respective families had been so adamant in hiding. But Peter's destiny would not be left up to chance, and that's when things were left to be forgotten.
CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Peter/Elle
GENRE: General/Romance
RATING: T
NOTE: enjoy.
PART(S): prologue - 1
~*~
Four Years Ago - 2003
Maybe it was too easy, but she wasn't going to pay much attention to it. He was nowhere in sight and he was reluctant to chase her through the busy streets to begin with. It was almost like he wanted her to get away. Maybe he understood that a pretty, young girl like herself shouldn’t have to be locked in a facility all day with her only recourse being the occasional, boring stakeout of some boring person whose ability could hardly touch hers.
Whatever the case, she was taking advantage of her freedom. Her daddy had issued a challenge, so she would contract in it. He said she couldn’t make it out in the real world a day without him? Well she was going to show him a thing or two, and if Noah Benet wasn’t going to hunt her down accordingly, well she would take advantage of that too.
She wasn’t getting off to a good start however. She should have finished her lunch before taking off, because it was four hours now that she had been walking around this strange city, and her stomach began making some funny noises.
She was hungry, and having managed to get away with absolutely no money, there wasn’t much she could do to buy food.
Sighing, she stopped and leaned against a building, tired from running. She needed energy, needed to find a way to get some food.
She scanned the area, counted three little places where they were selling food, and observed how a majority of those eating out were far from alone. Kids with parents, grouped friends, boys and girls giggling together, some boy feeding a girl a fry…
That gave her the perfect a idea--why would she need money when someone could buy her food? She giggled to herself and ignored the look a passerby gave her. She began walking towards a booth that looked to be selling buckets of chicken or something, and as she walked, kept a lookout for any little lonely boys.
She spotted just the one as the small outside restaurant was within five feet of her.
The sun was just going down, so she couldn’t make him out very well, but he looked decent enough. He sat on one of the tables by himself, with a backpack set in front of him as he read something. She laced her hands behind her back, slapped on a wide smile, and slowly crept up to him.
“Watcha reading there?” Elle asked him. Without permission, and before he even ot a chance to answer her, she plopped down beside him, a little too close for comfort.
“Uh…” he blinked a few times, scooted over a bit, and furrowed his brows.
“I’m studying, have an exam for a college course.”
“Oh,” she kept her eyes on his to look interested,” you go to college! Cool--what are you studying?”
He gulped pretty noticeably, and his the look on his face clearly stated that he was far from comfortable. Not that it seemed to bother her much, as she just stared at him intently.
“Medicine, going to be a doctor,” he stated,” look, I’m waiting for someone…”
“Oh,” she bit her lip and looked away for a second,” like a girlfriend?”
“A friend,” he clarified, but clearly he should have said otherwise, because as soon as he said that, she just scooted closer to him and smiled again.
“Then I’ll join you two!”
“Join us?” a voice hovering above them came.
Both she and the guy at the table looked up to find a guy staring at them, confused.
Elle smiled up at him, mesmerized at how much prettier he was than the guy she sat next. She jumped up and invaded his personal space.
“Hi, I’m Elle,” she stuck her hand out and licked her lips.
“I’m Peter.”
He took her hand, but hardly even smiled before looking back down to his friend. She followed his gaze and saw that the guy at the table only shrugged and mouthed something that looked like ’I don’t know.’
She pouted, and then the guy’s phone rang and he wasted no time in answering it.
“Your friend didn’t tell me his name,” Elle said to get this Peter to talk to her.
“That’s David,” he said curtly and nodded.
“Oh, David,” Elle drawled out and tried thinking something else up as David talked on the phone, but then he got up, grabbed his book, stuffed it in his backpack, and slung it over his shoulder.
“What’s going on?” Peter asked in a low whisper to his friend.
He moved his phone away from his mouth, and in a low whisper quickly answered, “Andrea says she needs me.”
He quickly scurried off as Peter sighed and ruffled his hair.
He turned back around and jumped back when he saw that Elle still stood there.
“Where’s he going?”
Despite not knowing her, and knowing David didn’t know her either, he still answered her.
“To his girlfriend’s--and I should get going, t--” he stopped short when he heard his stomach rumble, a rumble Elle must’ve heard too because she giggled aloud.
“Guess I’m hungrier than I thought,” he mumbled.
He pulled back his sleeve and shook his wrist to look at his watch, then he glanced towards the sky that was growing darker.
“Maybe…you should eat then,” Elle suggested as she tried not to sound too eager about the prospect.
“It’s kind of late, but I could grab something quick--nice meeting you, Elle,” he added in the end and began walking away from her.
She scrunched up her nose and her eyes followed him, something he must have felt because he stopped short and turned on his heel to glance back at her.
“You wouldn’t want to share a small bucket, would you? Getting just a side dish wouldn’t get me full, but it’d cost enough not to get me more.”
“Sure!” she exclaimed and rushed up beside him.
He stared down at the petite blond, who was staring at those eating as she subconsciously licked her lips. Perhaps that’s why she was there, chatting it up with a stranger--she must be starving, but not have the means to buy any food. She didn’t look particularly poor or unkempt however, nor did she look young enough to be a runaway, but he had encountered more than a runaway or two and thus had an idea of how they acted. It wasn’t strange to find them out in New York, trying to get away from a variety things, and yes on occasion they were a bit past the teen or child years. But he wouldn’t make assumptions, and instead he told himself they’d eat and then get to know her better. Perhaps after getting some food in her stomach, she’d be willing to tell him why she was being so friendly with a stranger.
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His suspicions grew when she so feverishly chewed on the drumsticks, but it was quite impressive how she ate so quickly and yet sat upright, and kept her mouth clean in the meantime. As though she had been taught to be effective and mannerly in any…eating situation.
“You said your name was, Elle, right?” he asked as she sipped on her soda.
She nodded, and when the straw left her lips, chirped,” yep.”
“Where you from?”
Her mouth twisted and she looked down for a millisecond before smirking,” Somewhere.”
“Well, where in New York are you living? Or are you here visiting?”
“Is this some interrogation,” she leaned forward in her seat and raised an eyebrow.
He chuckled,” no, sorry about that.”
“Yeah,” she wasn’t sure if he was or not, and so she began getting up before he began asking some more questions.
“So thanks for the food! But I’ve got to go now.”
“Hold on,” he stood up as well and held up his hand.
“Do you have a place to stay?”
She smiled tightly, and brushed back some hairs nervously. “Of course, silly, why do you ask?”
She certainly had the behavior of a girl who was lying.
“Because I know a place if you don’t.”
“If I didn’t, why would you help me? I’m just a girl you shared some food with.”
He smiled sincerely at her, a small lopsided smile that put her at ease and even made her believe him a little when he answered,” guess I just like helping people.”
She was never too good at knowing who to trust, so more often than not she just didn’t trust anyone who wasn’t her daddy, but he didn’t look too harmful, and he was really cute. Which is why she answered,” I may need a place--but just for tonight.”
“Alright,” he seemed to accept that. Still, she hung back, unsure of going with him or not.
“And I’ll get you breakfast in the morning.”
With that, she went back to smiling at him, and she ran up to him and embraced him in a hug.
“Thank you!” she squeezed him tightly.
He was tense under her, and he could only pat her lightly on the back.
“Don’t thank me yet,” he murmured.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing,” he pulled away from her,” we should go.”
She nodded fervently, interloped her arm with his, waited patiently as he grabbed his backpack, and the two went on their way.
Elle could only think that she was having the best luck ever that day--first, Mr. Noah and her daddy hadn’t found her, and two, she found a boy who bought her food and knew a place she could stay. She changed her mind--the day might not have started so well with her fighting her daddy and her going hungry, but now she was well on her way.