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alwaysenduphere) wrote2007-12-08 10:42 pm
alwaysenduphere) wrote2007-12-08 10:42 pm
Fic: Always a Mission
Title: Always a Mission
Rating:PG-13
Spoilers: To the end of Season Two would be good
Disclaimer: Poor college student, owns nothing
A/n: Elle just seems like my type of gal.
Characters:Peter/Elle, mostly.
Peter had known girls before, but Elle was different. She reminded him of Claire in a way, and it was more than just the long blonde hair and the need to fulfill her father’s wishes. He shook his head at that thought. That was where their similarities ended.
As Peter lay on the bed, he allowed himself to go back to that night at homecoming, when he’d first met the little cheerleader. He didn’t know who she was when he ran into her in the hall. Even afterwards, when he’d learned she was Nathan’s daughter, he still didn’t feel the familial connection. He’d never gotten the chance to know her before he’d handed her the gun and told her to stop him. A big request to give to a stranger, he thought. But even though he hadn’t had the chance to get to know her, he felt like they’d shared a lifetime in those few instances they had together. A lifetime of hurt.
Then he thought of Elle. She filled his thoughts anymore, something he wasn’t sure was a good thing. She too, seemed to have suffered a lifetime of hurt, but in a different way. She’d been lied to her whole life, she had to have been. He longed to discover more about her one day, how she’d become such the twisted sociopath she was now.
It was the next day he’d reached for her, pulled her to the bed next to him, and kissed her. It was a distraction, he told himself, over and over again. He was using her. But a part of him knew he wanted to know what her lips tasted like, how it felt to hold her. He wanted to hold her more, to comfort her as she told him of her horrible childhood. Because it had to be horrible. He couldn’t imagine living in the confines of the company for sixteen years.
He kissed her, and she shocked him. He was used to the jolt, and so wanted to admit to her that he had indeed learned to like it. But he couldn’t give her that power over him, not now. If everything Adam had said was true, he needed to get out, and save Nathan.
He’d watched her leave the room, watched her walk away through the window. He’d so badly wanted to follow her, but he had a mission. Peter Petrelli always had a mission.
**
She’d thrown the bolt at him, her full power. The force of it surprised him more than anything, but also the look of hurt on her face when she’d finally caught up with him. It was a brief instance, but when their eyes locked, he knew she cared as much as he did. But with her twisted sense of loyalty to her father, he also knew that caring for him was the least of her worries, and her pained expression as she flung the bolt at him reaffirmed the thought. He wasn’t first in her life, and he never should be.
He healed almost instantly from the shock, but the memory was still there. The look in her eyes screamed, I wish you wouldn’t make me do this, but he knew she had no other choice. Her loyalties were toward her father, no matter what her heart was telling her.
As the Hatian cornered him, he struggled widly against what was coming. Elle had told him the other aspect of the Hatian’s power, and he knew what was coming. He held on intensely to her face, the memory of her expression, until even it was gone.
**
He’d been to the future, and saw what happened. When his memory came back, holding Nathan’s picture in his hands, his second thought had been of her. He knew Nathan was okay, Adam’s blood had surely solved that. But he knew nothing of Elle, and again he was back to where he had been months ago, wanting to know more about her. He wondered what had happened to her in the future he’d seen. Had she survived?
As Adam ushered him to help get the virus, his mind was still firmly on her. Peter Petrelli had a mission, as usual. But while his actions appeared single-minded, his mind was firmly split between saving the entire world, and just saving her.
He remembered what Adam had said to him about her, the briefest warning about what she’d do to him. He wondered briefly, as they made their way into Primatech, if Adam’s thoughts mirrored his own about the little blonde, but then decided he didn’t want to know the answer to that particular question.
As he stood, using all the power he could possibly muster to open the door, his thoughts focused on her. Yes, he wanted to save Nathan, save Claire especially. He loved them both more than life itself. Caitlin, too, crossed his mind occasionally. There was love there, as well. But none of them compared to what he felt for Elle, an unwavering curiosity to know more about her. He could save the world, and then he could save her.
**
Nathan had fallen down. He’d watched the life fade from his brother, the one person he loved more than anyone in the entire universe. He had no trouble admitting it, either. With Nathan gone, there was no more world to save. But Peter Petrelli still had a mission.
He went back to the Company, back to the tiny cell he’d lived complacently in for four months. He refused the pills, wanting to keep his power whole. After all, he had more control over some of his powers than their original owners could ever dream. Peter was powerful, and he knew it. He could tear the Company apart if he wanted to. But he didn’t. He just wanted her, so he let them run their tests, prod him and poke him all they wanted for the answers they seeked. And he waited for her to appear.
Nathan was dead, Claire was hidden. He had nothing left to live for, except her.
She finally appeared in his cell, months after he’d returned. He could hear the turmoil in her thoughts, knew that she’d been trying to talk herself out of coming the entire way there. She stood in the doorway, and gave her usual smile, like nothing had ever happened between them. “Daddy would like to speak to you,” she’d said. He could hear the unspoken thought pass through her mind, I wouldn’t mind a word myself.
He’d had plenty of time to think about what he was going to say, some apology for the way he’d used her, but in truth, he wasn’t sorry. He’d managed to save the world from the virus. But even that couldn’t bring Nathan back. All the words disappeared as she stood there, faking cheerfulness. He walked toward her, and he could see her defenses breaking slowly as he got closer and closer.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, inches away from her face. Her blue eyes locked with his brown ones, and he saw the first signs of tears. As he kissed her, he felt the tears run down her cheek, and he reached to brush them away. She shocked him then, deep and powerful, until there was nothing left for him to do but scream.
“I don’t like being used, Peter.” She studied him for a minute as he agonized, and waited for him to heal before continuing. “I’m glad you’re back,” she whispered, and sank into his arms. Peter finally got to hold her and comfort her, a thought he hadn’t let go of since the first time he’d kissed her. He held her for several minutes, until she snapped up and out of his arms and then wiped the rest of her tears away. “Now let’s go see Daddy!”
He had lost his brother, but Peter Petrelli still had a mission. He was going to save Elle from herself.
Rating:PG-13
Spoilers: To the end of Season Two would be good
Disclaimer: Poor college student, owns nothing
A/n: Elle just seems like my type of gal.
Characters:Peter/Elle, mostly.
Peter had known girls before, but Elle was different. She reminded him of Claire in a way, and it was more than just the long blonde hair and the need to fulfill her father’s wishes. He shook his head at that thought. That was where their similarities ended.
As Peter lay on the bed, he allowed himself to go back to that night at homecoming, when he’d first met the little cheerleader. He didn’t know who she was when he ran into her in the hall. Even afterwards, when he’d learned she was Nathan’s daughter, he still didn’t feel the familial connection. He’d never gotten the chance to know her before he’d handed her the gun and told her to stop him. A big request to give to a stranger, he thought. But even though he hadn’t had the chance to get to know her, he felt like they’d shared a lifetime in those few instances they had together. A lifetime of hurt.
Then he thought of Elle. She filled his thoughts anymore, something he wasn’t sure was a good thing. She too, seemed to have suffered a lifetime of hurt, but in a different way. She’d been lied to her whole life, she had to have been. He longed to discover more about her one day, how she’d become such the twisted sociopath she was now.
It was the next day he’d reached for her, pulled her to the bed next to him, and kissed her. It was a distraction, he told himself, over and over again. He was using her. But a part of him knew he wanted to know what her lips tasted like, how it felt to hold her. He wanted to hold her more, to comfort her as she told him of her horrible childhood. Because it had to be horrible. He couldn’t imagine living in the confines of the company for sixteen years.
He kissed her, and she shocked him. He was used to the jolt, and so wanted to admit to her that he had indeed learned to like it. But he couldn’t give her that power over him, not now. If everything Adam had said was true, he needed to get out, and save Nathan.
He’d watched her leave the room, watched her walk away through the window. He’d so badly wanted to follow her, but he had a mission. Peter Petrelli always had a mission.
**
She’d thrown the bolt at him, her full power. The force of it surprised him more than anything, but also the look of hurt on her face when she’d finally caught up with him. It was a brief instance, but when their eyes locked, he knew she cared as much as he did. But with her twisted sense of loyalty to her father, he also knew that caring for him was the least of her worries, and her pained expression as she flung the bolt at him reaffirmed the thought. He wasn’t first in her life, and he never should be.
He healed almost instantly from the shock, but the memory was still there. The look in her eyes screamed, I wish you wouldn’t make me do this, but he knew she had no other choice. Her loyalties were toward her father, no matter what her heart was telling her.
As the Hatian cornered him, he struggled widly against what was coming. Elle had told him the other aspect of the Hatian’s power, and he knew what was coming. He held on intensely to her face, the memory of her expression, until even it was gone.
**
He’d been to the future, and saw what happened. When his memory came back, holding Nathan’s picture in his hands, his second thought had been of her. He knew Nathan was okay, Adam’s blood had surely solved that. But he knew nothing of Elle, and again he was back to where he had been months ago, wanting to know more about her. He wondered what had happened to her in the future he’d seen. Had she survived?
As Adam ushered him to help get the virus, his mind was still firmly on her. Peter Petrelli had a mission, as usual. But while his actions appeared single-minded, his mind was firmly split between saving the entire world, and just saving her.
He remembered what Adam had said to him about her, the briefest warning about what she’d do to him. He wondered briefly, as they made their way into Primatech, if Adam’s thoughts mirrored his own about the little blonde, but then decided he didn’t want to know the answer to that particular question.
As he stood, using all the power he could possibly muster to open the door, his thoughts focused on her. Yes, he wanted to save Nathan, save Claire especially. He loved them both more than life itself. Caitlin, too, crossed his mind occasionally. There was love there, as well. But none of them compared to what he felt for Elle, an unwavering curiosity to know more about her. He could save the world, and then he could save her.
**
Nathan had fallen down. He’d watched the life fade from his brother, the one person he loved more than anyone in the entire universe. He had no trouble admitting it, either. With Nathan gone, there was no more world to save. But Peter Petrelli still had a mission.
He went back to the Company, back to the tiny cell he’d lived complacently in for four months. He refused the pills, wanting to keep his power whole. After all, he had more control over some of his powers than their original owners could ever dream. Peter was powerful, and he knew it. He could tear the Company apart if he wanted to. But he didn’t. He just wanted her, so he let them run their tests, prod him and poke him all they wanted for the answers they seeked. And he waited for her to appear.
Nathan was dead, Claire was hidden. He had nothing left to live for, except her.
She finally appeared in his cell, months after he’d returned. He could hear the turmoil in her thoughts, knew that she’d been trying to talk herself out of coming the entire way there. She stood in the doorway, and gave her usual smile, like nothing had ever happened between them. “Daddy would like to speak to you,” she’d said. He could hear the unspoken thought pass through her mind, I wouldn’t mind a word myself.
He’d had plenty of time to think about what he was going to say, some apology for the way he’d used her, but in truth, he wasn’t sorry. He’d managed to save the world from the virus. But even that couldn’t bring Nathan back. All the words disappeared as she stood there, faking cheerfulness. He walked toward her, and he could see her defenses breaking slowly as he got closer and closer.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, inches away from her face. Her blue eyes locked with his brown ones, and he saw the first signs of tears. As he kissed her, he felt the tears run down her cheek, and he reached to brush them away. She shocked him then, deep and powerful, until there was nothing left for him to do but scream.
“I don’t like being used, Peter.” She studied him for a minute as he agonized, and waited for him to heal before continuing. “I’m glad you’re back,” she whispered, and sank into his arms. Peter finally got to hold her and comfort her, a thought he hadn’t let go of since the first time he’d kissed her. He held her for several minutes, until she snapped up and out of his arms and then wiped the rest of her tears away. “Now let’s go see Daddy!”
He had lost his brother, but Peter Petrelli still had a mission. He was going to save Elle from herself.