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alwaysenduphere) wrote2007-12-21 10:15 pm
alwaysenduphere) wrote2007-12-21 10:15 pm
Fic: Salvation (1/?)
Title: Salvation
Author:darkmerrick
Word Count: 1465
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Peter/Elle, tidbits of Peter/Niki
Spoilers: Five Years Gone Universe
Disclaimers: oh, how I wish I own future!Peter. but i own nothing
Summary: a curious new blonde enters Peter's life
A/n: I couldn't stay away from the future!Peter/Elle concept for long.
Her blonde curls catch his eye from across the room. It’s not everyday he sits and watches the performance, but some days he just feels the need to connect to normalcy. If watching strippers is considered normalcy, that is. Usually, he has eyes only for Niki. Niki, who keeps him grounded, allows him to hold on to what little sanity he has left. They’ve both lost so much and gained so little, but what they have keeps them together.
But it’s not Niki’s blonde curls he’s noticing this time. After all, Niki wears a wig on stage, and her long blonde hair is razor-edge straight these days, just like her attitude. He stares at the other blonde as she walks across the room, takes her in. He reminds her of someone else he knew once, cheerleader with a sad little smile, but he pushes that thought away. This girl’s nothing like that one was, starting with her outfit.
She’s got a short little dress on, barely covers her ass. Its royal blue, hints of glitter in it. When she turns to face him, she looks right through him at the TV behind him, and he notes that the dress matches her eyes almost perfectly. It’s the type of dress someone wears when they want to stand out. She can’t see him and wonder why he’s staring so intensely, appraising her, so he stares openly.
She stares at the TV as a look of disgust slowly plays its way onto her face. Peter manages to pull his eyes off her to turn around. Of course, he’s disgusted as well when his eyes meet with the picture of his brother on the newscast, the words “coming up next, remembering” scrolling at the bottom. The image dampens the mood he’d developed staring at the blonde. When he turns around to see if she’s still staring at the screen, all he catches is the brief glimpse of black panties underneath the dress as she walks away. He files the image in his memory, to possibly be recalled later.
Niki walks up to him, fresh from performance, slides a drink over. He allows himself to be visible. They talk, the same heated conversations they always have, about forgetting and loss and moving on, none of which either of them ever seems to cope with completely. And then they do what they do best and comfort each other the only way left.
As Peter moves to leave, He glances at the screen and sees a picture he could’ve done without. Using what has become his favorite power, if he had to choose, he snaps the TV off, finishes the drink in one swig, the strong taste only a numb sensation anymore, and follows Niki. He glances around the room one more time, hoping for one last glimpse of the blonde, but she’s no where he can see.
**
Niki has a performance later that night, and Peter resumes his usual seat at the bar, slips himself invisible. It’s déjà vu, like every time he comes. The bartender doesn’t even think twice when he sees Peter, turns around, and doesn’t blink when Peter’s gone when he turns back. The bartender’s only job is to serve drinks, not pay attention to others’ lives unless asked, a job he does well.
The TV’s still off, he notices. Thank god for small favors. Every minute that goes by that doesn’t remind him of everything that happened in the last five years is a blessing. Very few of those minutes actually happen.
He doesn’t like the girl currently on stage, and he’s a little impatient that Niki hasn’t come on yet, even though he knows the stage order. The night’s just not moving quickly enough. He turns around on the stool to face the bartender, thinks about ordering a drink when suddenly, a hair brushes his arm.
It’s the blonde, standing so close to him he could reach out and choke her in one smooth action. Peter cringes at that thought then, wondering if violence is all he’s capable of anymore. Another thought follows that one, a reminder that he wouldn’t even have to touch her to kill her, a simple hand motion and telekinesis could do the trick.
Her hair brushes his arm again, and it almost makes him want to become visible. His curiosity is piqued, especially when he notices that the dress, which was pristine earlier, is now frayed in places, especially around the bottom, making it even shorter than it was before. He doesn’t even need to look hard to see the black panties.
She orders a stiff drink from Marco. Peter bides his time. He can’t decide whether or not to leave, or just stay here watching her, when she speaks. “I know you’re there, Peter Petrelli.”
Its Niki’s turn on stage and Peter knows he can’t become visible now. Someone would spot him. Even worse, Niki could spot him talking to the beautiful blonde. He didn’t want to face her wrath, especially not on this day. So he chooses to stay invisible, but he can’t choose not to avoid the opening the blonde had given him. “Am I? Who are you?”
“Aw, not gonna pop out and say hello? I’m disappointed.” The blonde makes something resembling a pouty face, and Peter can’t help but laugh a little. There’s just something about her.
“Sorry. Someone might see. And my girlfriend could get jealous. She’s kind of a spitfire; you wouldn’t want to get in her path.”
The girl smiles, and then whispers, leaning dangerously close to where Peter’s invisible ear is currently, “I think I can take care of myself.” As she says it, Peter’s attention is drawn to her hand under the bar, where a blue light emanates from it. He gives her a questioning look, wondering why she is risking showing her powers in public, but then realizes she can’t see him. “I’m Elle, by the way,” she says.
“Elle,” Peter repeats. “So how’d you know I was here? And what do you want?”
“I so enjoy twenty questions, Peter. Truly. But not here. Somewhere else?” Peter nods, again forgetting she can’t see him. He grabs her hand with his invisible one, and leads her to one of the backrooms.
**
The room was devoid of people and dimly lit. Peter used his telekinesis to bring one of the oversize chairs near him, one of the many petty uses he had for his favorite power. He settled in, and allowed himself to become visible. Elle gasped as he quickly appeared.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
“No, its not…well, surprising, a bit. That’s not the issue, really. You just look a lot different than the last photo I saw of you.” Peter gave her a questioning look he knew she could see now. She shook her head. “The organization I used to work for, they kept files on those like you and me. Your file grew quite large over time. I looked at it every once in awhile. You look a lot different than the picture that was in the file.”
Peter didn’t think he liked the idea of someone keeping tabs on his life, but it was of little consequence now. He had nothing to lose. “Yeah, well. Time flies.”
“Yeah.” Peter took advantage of the silence she left and delved inside her mind briefly. Thoughts whirled around at lightening speeds, most of which were hard to make out completely. There was the shock and confusion about Peter’s scar, a dire need to solve a problem, and a general, overwhelming sense of fear. When Peter pulled out of her mind, he noticed that she was visibly shaking as she paced back in forth in front of him.
“You need my help,” he said.
“I’m not sure I’d be here if I didn’t, honestly. You’re a hard man to find, you know that?” Elle stopped pacing momentarily and gave him a hard look.
“That’s the idea. I’m surprised you managed at all.” Why was he trusting this girl?
“Wasn’t easy. I had a few connections left, and I managed to pull two and two together. Niki orders two drinks at the bar quite frequently these days. And earlier today, TV’s don’t shut themselves off. That was pretty much the deciding factor. ” So she was still in the room.
“Okay. Congratulations, detective Elle. You found me. Now tell me what you want, so I can go back to being hard to find.” He didn’t need to be so harsh, and he knew it. She was already having a hard time keeping her composure; he could see it in every bone in her body. But Peter had a hard time finding compassion for strangers anymore. It was one of many things lost five years ago.
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Author:
darkmerrick Word Count: 1465
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Peter/Elle, tidbits of Peter/Niki
Spoilers: Five Years Gone Universe
Disclaimers: oh, how I wish I own future!Peter. but i own nothing
Summary: a curious new blonde enters Peter's life
A/n: I couldn't stay away from the future!Peter/Elle concept for long.
Her blonde curls catch his eye from across the room. It’s not everyday he sits and watches the performance, but some days he just feels the need to connect to normalcy. If watching strippers is considered normalcy, that is. Usually, he has eyes only for Niki. Niki, who keeps him grounded, allows him to hold on to what little sanity he has left. They’ve both lost so much and gained so little, but what they have keeps them together.
But it’s not Niki’s blonde curls he’s noticing this time. After all, Niki wears a wig on stage, and her long blonde hair is razor-edge straight these days, just like her attitude. He stares at the other blonde as she walks across the room, takes her in. He reminds her of someone else he knew once, cheerleader with a sad little smile, but he pushes that thought away. This girl’s nothing like that one was, starting with her outfit.
She’s got a short little dress on, barely covers her ass. Its royal blue, hints of glitter in it. When she turns to face him, she looks right through him at the TV behind him, and he notes that the dress matches her eyes almost perfectly. It’s the type of dress someone wears when they want to stand out. She can’t see him and wonder why he’s staring so intensely, appraising her, so he stares openly.
She stares at the TV as a look of disgust slowly plays its way onto her face. Peter manages to pull his eyes off her to turn around. Of course, he’s disgusted as well when his eyes meet with the picture of his brother on the newscast, the words “coming up next, remembering” scrolling at the bottom. The image dampens the mood he’d developed staring at the blonde. When he turns around to see if she’s still staring at the screen, all he catches is the brief glimpse of black panties underneath the dress as she walks away. He files the image in his memory, to possibly be recalled later.
Niki walks up to him, fresh from performance, slides a drink over. He allows himself to be visible. They talk, the same heated conversations they always have, about forgetting and loss and moving on, none of which either of them ever seems to cope with completely. And then they do what they do best and comfort each other the only way left.
As Peter moves to leave, He glances at the screen and sees a picture he could’ve done without. Using what has become his favorite power, if he had to choose, he snaps the TV off, finishes the drink in one swig, the strong taste only a numb sensation anymore, and follows Niki. He glances around the room one more time, hoping for one last glimpse of the blonde, but she’s no where he can see.
**
Niki has a performance later that night, and Peter resumes his usual seat at the bar, slips himself invisible. It’s déjà vu, like every time he comes. The bartender doesn’t even think twice when he sees Peter, turns around, and doesn’t blink when Peter’s gone when he turns back. The bartender’s only job is to serve drinks, not pay attention to others’ lives unless asked, a job he does well.
The TV’s still off, he notices. Thank god for small favors. Every minute that goes by that doesn’t remind him of everything that happened in the last five years is a blessing. Very few of those minutes actually happen.
He doesn’t like the girl currently on stage, and he’s a little impatient that Niki hasn’t come on yet, even though he knows the stage order. The night’s just not moving quickly enough. He turns around on the stool to face the bartender, thinks about ordering a drink when suddenly, a hair brushes his arm.
It’s the blonde, standing so close to him he could reach out and choke her in one smooth action. Peter cringes at that thought then, wondering if violence is all he’s capable of anymore. Another thought follows that one, a reminder that he wouldn’t even have to touch her to kill her, a simple hand motion and telekinesis could do the trick.
Her hair brushes his arm again, and it almost makes him want to become visible. His curiosity is piqued, especially when he notices that the dress, which was pristine earlier, is now frayed in places, especially around the bottom, making it even shorter than it was before. He doesn’t even need to look hard to see the black panties.
She orders a stiff drink from Marco. Peter bides his time. He can’t decide whether or not to leave, or just stay here watching her, when she speaks. “I know you’re there, Peter Petrelli.”
Its Niki’s turn on stage and Peter knows he can’t become visible now. Someone would spot him. Even worse, Niki could spot him talking to the beautiful blonde. He didn’t want to face her wrath, especially not on this day. So he chooses to stay invisible, but he can’t choose not to avoid the opening the blonde had given him. “Am I? Who are you?”
“Aw, not gonna pop out and say hello? I’m disappointed.” The blonde makes something resembling a pouty face, and Peter can’t help but laugh a little. There’s just something about her.
“Sorry. Someone might see. And my girlfriend could get jealous. She’s kind of a spitfire; you wouldn’t want to get in her path.”
The girl smiles, and then whispers, leaning dangerously close to where Peter’s invisible ear is currently, “I think I can take care of myself.” As she says it, Peter’s attention is drawn to her hand under the bar, where a blue light emanates from it. He gives her a questioning look, wondering why she is risking showing her powers in public, but then realizes she can’t see him. “I’m Elle, by the way,” she says.
“Elle,” Peter repeats. “So how’d you know I was here? And what do you want?”
“I so enjoy twenty questions, Peter. Truly. But not here. Somewhere else?” Peter nods, again forgetting she can’t see him. He grabs her hand with his invisible one, and leads her to one of the backrooms.
**
The room was devoid of people and dimly lit. Peter used his telekinesis to bring one of the oversize chairs near him, one of the many petty uses he had for his favorite power. He settled in, and allowed himself to become visible. Elle gasped as he quickly appeared.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
“No, its not…well, surprising, a bit. That’s not the issue, really. You just look a lot different than the last photo I saw of you.” Peter gave her a questioning look he knew she could see now. She shook her head. “The organization I used to work for, they kept files on those like you and me. Your file grew quite large over time. I looked at it every once in awhile. You look a lot different than the picture that was in the file.”
Peter didn’t think he liked the idea of someone keeping tabs on his life, but it was of little consequence now. He had nothing to lose. “Yeah, well. Time flies.”
“Yeah.” Peter took advantage of the silence she left and delved inside her mind briefly. Thoughts whirled around at lightening speeds, most of which were hard to make out completely. There was the shock and confusion about Peter’s scar, a dire need to solve a problem, and a general, overwhelming sense of fear. When Peter pulled out of her mind, he noticed that she was visibly shaking as she paced back in forth in front of him.
“You need my help,” he said.
“I’m not sure I’d be here if I didn’t, honestly. You’re a hard man to find, you know that?” Elle stopped pacing momentarily and gave him a hard look.
“That’s the idea. I’m surprised you managed at all.” Why was he trusting this girl?
“Wasn’t easy. I had a few connections left, and I managed to pull two and two together. Niki orders two drinks at the bar quite frequently these days. And earlier today, TV’s don’t shut themselves off. That was pretty much the deciding factor. ” So she was still in the room.
“Okay. Congratulations, detective Elle. You found me. Now tell me what you want, so I can go back to being hard to find.” He didn’t need to be so harsh, and he knew it. She was already having a hard time keeping her composure; he could see it in every bone in her body. But Peter had a hard time finding compassion for strangers anymore. It was one of many things lost five years ago.
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I’m generally a Nathan/Niki-Jessica shipper, and as a side dish a Elle/Peter. Then I don’t mind much the Peter/Niki thing and I like how you described their relationship here. I would ask if you could a sprinkle some nip-bits of Nathan/Niki but that’s sort of hard to do since slyer stole his life.
Anyways to the point. This is great and I can’t wait for more. can i b-friend you so i don't miss the next chapy?
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Friends are always good!