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cruiscin_lan) wrote2008-11-22 07:29 pm
FIC: Angel with a Broken Watch, Chapter 2
Title: Angel with a Broken Watch, Chapter 2
Characters/Pairings: Elle/Gabriel, The Haitian, Noah Bennet
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters
Word count: 982
Spoiler alert: definite spoilers for episode 3x08, AU after that
Summary: It's in her best interest that she doesn't remember any of this...
A/N: I've been completely remiss in mentioning how much I've been listening to mixes as I've been writing this. So, thanks,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lizzyrebel, byrd_of_june, and stainofmylove, because your song choices have really helped me understand Elle and Gabriel's characterization!
Angel With a Broken Watch
Once the Haitian removed the memory of Elle's first time meeting Gabriel Gray, he moved on to some of the less interesting aspects of the assignment - logistical issues, lodging, a case of lost luggage, bickering with Bennet. These memories weren't important; even without his interference, Elle probably wouldn't think back to these memories ever again. But the Haitian still handled them with care, out of a concern he couldn't quite name.
"Special just the way you are. I was afraid you were about to burst into song."
Elle was practically skipping down the street, exhilirated by a sense of accomplishment, a sense of connection, when Bennet's comment struck her down from her emotional high. "Just trying to win his trust," she rationalized, half to her partner and half to herself.
But Bennet was all business. "We're stalling out here; we need to kick it into high gear."
Elle didn't like the sound of that. "I don't think he's going to kill again. I really think we should look into someone else from this list." She held out the crumpled piece of stationery she had pulled from the garbage can, offering it to Bennet as though it were a consolation prize.
"No, we're sticking with the plan. Mr. Gray is a killer - we know that. The only question is, will we witness the act, or will he do it in a dark alley somewhere?"
"But what if we're wrong? What if his suicide attempt was a wake-up call?"
"You like this guy! Awwww. Isn't that adorable. You think he's sweet, is that it?" Bennet turned his attention to the list Elle had given him. "How about this one? Trevor Zeitlan?"
It took a moment for Elle to understand the gist of Bennet's sinister suggestion. "I'm not gonna do it."
"We need to see him kill."
"I am not going to do it!"
"All right. If that's how you feel -" He opened the back of the van and found Elle's coat, tossing it at her, nonchalant. "Here, go ahead, go on! New York City, you could, I don't know, become a waitress?"
Elle had no retort. She sighed and looked down at the ground.
"We have orders, Elle. You don't follow orders, you're not an agent. You're not an agent, you're on your own." He set his hands on her shoulders - a gesture of reassurance, encouragement, a gesture that she wasn't buying.
"Fine," she spat out, petulant. "Then I'm not an agent anymore." She shook his hands away and put on the coat.
"Excuse me?" Bennet was taken aback - that obviously hadn't been the reaction he'd been going for.
"I. Quit."
Bennet narrowed his eyes. "We're in the middle of a mission. You can't just do that." He spoke slowly, as though his words were far beyond Elle's comprehension.
"You practically told me to. I'm done with this. I'm going to be a damn waitress, if that's what it's going to take." She walked to the back of the van and struggled with her suitcase, tugging at it before it fell out of the van on its own.
"And where exactly do you intend to go?" Bennet asked. "Back in there - back to that killer?"
"He's not a killer," Elle mumbled.
"Your father is going to be very disappointed in you."
"Well. He's your problem now," Elle hissed. But Bennet's comment had struck an unfortunate chord in her psyche. She had quit on a whim to spite Bennet and possibly save Gabriel - she hadn't been considering her father's reaction at all. She paused for a moment as she straightened her coat, wondering at how exactly her father would react. It was not a happy thought. Still, she was stubborn - after all, Bennet had a lesson to learn. And he was her father - he would understand, right? She stalked towards Gabriel Gray's apartment without looking back.
The Haitian now remembered a phone call he had overheard in Bob Bishop's office; he'd only heard one side, but now it made so much more sense.
"I wouldn't worry too much about it, Noah, you still have the place under surveillance. Well, it will happen eventually, you'll just have to spend more time... She's a big girl, Bennet, she can take care of herself... well, in that case, at least you'll have a salvageable mission."
At times like these he wished he could effectively erase his own mind.
She hit a button - apartment 1B - and fidgeted impatiently as she waited for a reply.
"Hello?" Gabriel's voice crackled through the intercom. "Who's there?"
"It's me again," she said, leaning into wall as she spoke. "Elle."
The door buzzed, and Elle pushed her way through, dragging her suitcase behind her as she navigated up stairs and through the halls to Gabriel's door.
"Did you forget something?" He opened the door, smiling at first, but his expression quickly became confused when he noticed the coat and the suitcase.
"It's a long story," she told him in lieu of an actual explanation. "Is it all right if I crash here - just for now?"
Gabriel was hesitant. He bit his lip and glanced around his apartment, as though the answer was inside somewhere, hiding. He'd become so accustomed to living alone. Everything was neat, tidy, organized - just how he preferred it. On the other hand, here was the prettiest girl who he'd ever talked to, someone who'd helped him more than she could ever know.
Elle tensed up, nervously waiting for his reply. If he didn't assent, then she'd be hanging her head as she walked back to Primatech van. She couldn't let Bennet have that satisfaction, nor could she express to Gabriel what he could be risking by turning her down.
"S...s...sure," he stuttered, finally.
Elle beamed and dropped the suitcase, throwing her arms around Gabriel's neck. "Thank you, Gabriel! You're a lifesaver!" she gushed.
"No, you are," he replied. "Anything for you." His arms were practically shaking - with fear? with emotion? with excitement? - as he returned her embrace.
Characters/Pairings: Elle/Gabriel, The Haitian, Noah Bennet
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters
Word count: 982
Spoiler alert: definite spoilers for episode 3x08, AU after that
Summary: It's in her best interest that she doesn't remember any of this...
A/N: I've been completely remiss in mentioning how much I've been listening to mixes as I've been writing this. So, thanks,
lizzyrebel, byrd_of_june, and stainofmylove, because your song choices have really helped me understand Elle and Gabriel's characterization!Angel With a Broken Watch
Once the Haitian removed the memory of Elle's first time meeting Gabriel Gray, he moved on to some of the less interesting aspects of the assignment - logistical issues, lodging, a case of lost luggage, bickering with Bennet. These memories weren't important; even without his interference, Elle probably wouldn't think back to these memories ever again. But the Haitian still handled them with care, out of a concern he couldn't quite name.
"Special just the way you are. I was afraid you were about to burst into song."
Elle was practically skipping down the street, exhilirated by a sense of accomplishment, a sense of connection, when Bennet's comment struck her down from her emotional high. "Just trying to win his trust," she rationalized, half to her partner and half to herself.
But Bennet was all business. "We're stalling out here; we need to kick it into high gear."
Elle didn't like the sound of that. "I don't think he's going to kill again. I really think we should look into someone else from this list." She held out the crumpled piece of stationery she had pulled from the garbage can, offering it to Bennet as though it were a consolation prize.
"No, we're sticking with the plan. Mr. Gray is a killer - we know that. The only question is, will we witness the act, or will he do it in a dark alley somewhere?"
"But what if we're wrong? What if his suicide attempt was a wake-up call?"
"You like this guy! Awwww. Isn't that adorable. You think he's sweet, is that it?" Bennet turned his attention to the list Elle had given him. "How about this one? Trevor Zeitlan?"
It took a moment for Elle to understand the gist of Bennet's sinister suggestion. "I'm not gonna do it."
"We need to see him kill."
"I am not going to do it!"
"All right. If that's how you feel -" He opened the back of the van and found Elle's coat, tossing it at her, nonchalant. "Here, go ahead, go on! New York City, you could, I don't know, become a waitress?"
Elle had no retort. She sighed and looked down at the ground.
"We have orders, Elle. You don't follow orders, you're not an agent. You're not an agent, you're on your own." He set his hands on her shoulders - a gesture of reassurance, encouragement, a gesture that she wasn't buying.
"Fine," she spat out, petulant. "Then I'm not an agent anymore." She shook his hands away and put on the coat.
"Excuse me?" Bennet was taken aback - that obviously hadn't been the reaction he'd been going for.
"I. Quit."
Bennet narrowed his eyes. "We're in the middle of a mission. You can't just do that." He spoke slowly, as though his words were far beyond Elle's comprehension.
"You practically told me to. I'm done with this. I'm going to be a damn waitress, if that's what it's going to take." She walked to the back of the van and struggled with her suitcase, tugging at it before it fell out of the van on its own.
"And where exactly do you intend to go?" Bennet asked. "Back in there - back to that killer?"
"He's not a killer," Elle mumbled.
"Your father is going to be very disappointed in you."
"Well. He's your problem now," Elle hissed. But Bennet's comment had struck an unfortunate chord in her psyche. She had quit on a whim to spite Bennet and possibly save Gabriel - she hadn't been considering her father's reaction at all. She paused for a moment as she straightened her coat, wondering at how exactly her father would react. It was not a happy thought. Still, she was stubborn - after all, Bennet had a lesson to learn. And he was her father - he would understand, right? She stalked towards Gabriel Gray's apartment without looking back.
The Haitian now remembered a phone call he had overheard in Bob Bishop's office; he'd only heard one side, but now it made so much more sense.
"I wouldn't worry too much about it, Noah, you still have the place under surveillance. Well, it will happen eventually, you'll just have to spend more time... She's a big girl, Bennet, she can take care of herself... well, in that case, at least you'll have a salvageable mission."
At times like these he wished he could effectively erase his own mind.
She hit a button - apartment 1B - and fidgeted impatiently as she waited for a reply.
"Hello?" Gabriel's voice crackled through the intercom. "Who's there?"
"It's me again," she said, leaning into wall as she spoke. "Elle."
The door buzzed, and Elle pushed her way through, dragging her suitcase behind her as she navigated up stairs and through the halls to Gabriel's door.
"Did you forget something?" He opened the door, smiling at first, but his expression quickly became confused when he noticed the coat and the suitcase.
"It's a long story," she told him in lieu of an actual explanation. "Is it all right if I crash here - just for now?"
Gabriel was hesitant. He bit his lip and glanced around his apartment, as though the answer was inside somewhere, hiding. He'd become so accustomed to living alone. Everything was neat, tidy, organized - just how he preferred it. On the other hand, here was the prettiest girl who he'd ever talked to, someone who'd helped him more than she could ever know.
Elle tensed up, nervously waiting for his reply. If he didn't assent, then she'd be hanging her head as she walked back to Primatech van. She couldn't let Bennet have that satisfaction, nor could she express to Gabriel what he could be risking by turning her down.
"S...s...sure," he stuttered, finally.
Elle beamed and dropped the suitcase, throwing her arms around Gabriel's neck. "Thank you, Gabriel! You're a lifesaver!" she gushed.
"No, you are," he replied. "Anything for you." His arms were practically shaking - with fear? with emotion? with excitement? - as he returned her embrace.
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i swear if thhis happens ill quit the show..(it is elle)
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