cruiscin_lan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
cruiscin_lan) wrote2008-12-03 10:43 am
cruiscin_lan) wrote2008-12-03 10:43 am
Fic: Angel with a Broken Watch, Chapter 6
Title: Angel with a Broken Watch, Chapter 6
Characters/Pairings: Elle/Gabriel, the Haitian, Bob Bishop, Noah Bennet
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters
Word count: 1069
Spoiler alert: definite spoilers for 3.08, AU from there
Summary: It's in her best interest that she doesn't remember any of this...
Angel with a Broken Watch
The placard on the desk read "Bob Bishop - Regional Manager" but his office and and attitude were more fitting with those of a tyrant. His darkly stained desk, his luxurious leather chair, bookshelves built into the walls that reached to the ceiling - all of these undeniable signs of wealth. He lazily played with a pencil in his hands as he awaited Elle's arrival, watching it slowly turn to gold from one end to the other.
With a power like his, one would think his daughter wouldn't want for anything, the Haitian thought. How ironic.
She came in without knocking, a flurry of electrical activity crippling her as she staggered to his desk. She grabbed the corner of its oaken surface to keep from falling.
"Well, well, well, Elle," Bob said, not even looking up to see the pain in his daughter's face. "Trouble in paradise?"
"Daddy, I said I was sorry," Elle gasped. "You have to help me."
"That's where you're mistaken." He set the pencil down delicately, setting his palms flat on the desk and turning his gaze slowly, deliberately, to meet Elle's. "I don't have to do anything, Elle. The moment you quit, all of my obligations to you as your superior were dissolved."
"But you're my father - "
"Don't interrupt, Elle, you know how that irks me. Now, I didn't invite you back here because you're a capable agent. All you've done has been to prove the opposite. I'm very disappointed in you, Elle - especially after all the trouble I went through raising you, after your mother died..."
"Daddy, I'm sorry," Elle sighed, leaning towards him as she maintained a tenuous grasp on the edge of his desk.
"I invited you back because the Company has already invested so much in you - your training, your power. It would be remiss of me as regional manager to allow that investment to go completely to waste."
Elle shivered with the voltage that ran down her spine. "What can I do? What can I do to make it up to you?" Elle's desperation crept showed through the cracks in her voice, the unevenness of her tempo while speaking. "Daddy, I'm in pain. You have to make it stop."
Bob glared over the rims of his glasses; for a moment Elle would have though he was reading her mind somehow. "What is going on with you, Elle?" he asked, as though he was noticing the way sparks pulsed across the surface of her skin for the first time.
"I think it's because I'm..." The word she wanted caught in her throat, and she stammered; with each pause another small electrical outburst shocked her. "I'm... I'm pr... I don't know what to do."
"You've always had such precision with your power, Elle," Bob tsk-tsked. "I don't believe that you'd suddenly lose control like this. I suspect this is just cry for attention."
"No, Daddy," Elle whimpered, doing her best not to cry.
Always Daddy's tough little girl, thought the Haitian.
Bob opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a plastic card, sliding it over to Elle. "All of your belongings have been moved here. I want you to go there and wait until further instruction."
"Daddy..." A million questions raced in Elle's mind. Did you miss me at all? Aren't you curious as to what I've been up to? How do I tell you the trouble I'm in? She snatched the card and stood up straight. "Fine," she spat back. She steeled herself against the pain as she strode back towards the door of her father's office, her resolve strengthening with every step. If he didn't want to know, then she wasn't going to tell him. A little voice in the back of her head reminded her He's going to find out eventually, one way or another but she drowned it out with the sound of the slamming door.
The room number and location was written on one side of the card; the other side had a magnetic strip, like a hotel key. She didn't have to think twice about which direction to turn once she left the regional manager's office; she knew the layout of the building like the back of her hand. In the moment it took her to read the card, however, a familiar voice echoed from down the hall.
"Well, well, well, look who's made it back into the fold," Noah Bennet smiled sinisterly. "The prodigal daughter returns."
Elle sneered. She had half a mind to shock him to kingdom come, until she noticed the Haitian walking one step behind Bennet. "New partner?"
"They've decided to go back to the 'one of us, one of them' rule," Bennet replied. "Instead of the 'one of us, one crazy person who falls for targets and sabotages assignments' rule."
"I've got places to be," Elle hissed as she turned on her heel and started walking in the opposite direction, occasionally staggering as her power expressed itself unexpectedly.
Bennet had watched her struggle down the hallway for just a moment before letting himself into Bob Bishop's office. The Haitian, however, was transfixed by the image of Elle grappling with her out-of-control ability. He'd always felt compassion towards her as a little girl, when he had erased one memory after another at her father's request - memories of experimentation, of torture, of being pushed to limits and then being forced beyond them.
The meeting with Bishop had seemed unimportant at the time; it was about increasing surveillance on some target named Gabriel Gray, whose name had been completely unfamiliar to the Haitian at the time.
Elle's new quarters were positively spartan; the room was only as long as the bed, with the dresser squeezed into a recessed closet with no door. It looked like it had been nothing more than a maintenance closet before. Still, Elle tried her best to make herself comfortable, reclining on the itchy blanket and closing her eyes. Electricity still jolted her as her thoughts moved from one of her fears to another.
And then, suddenly, the pain stopped. For the first time in weeks, it was completely gone. She stopped shocking herself, she stopped unwittingly emitting sparks. For a moment she lay in wonder at this sudden stop, but she was quickly overcome with a sleep deeper than she had had in a long time.
She hadn't ever known, but the Haitian had been standing just on the other side of her door, hand against its flat surface, suppressing her power to stop her pain.
Characters/Pairings: Elle/Gabriel, the Haitian, Bob Bishop, Noah Bennet
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters
Word count: 1069
Spoiler alert: definite spoilers for 3.08, AU from there
Summary: It's in her best interest that she doesn't remember any of this...
Angel with a Broken Watch
The placard on the desk read "Bob Bishop - Regional Manager" but his office and and attitude were more fitting with those of a tyrant. His darkly stained desk, his luxurious leather chair, bookshelves built into the walls that reached to the ceiling - all of these undeniable signs of wealth. He lazily played with a pencil in his hands as he awaited Elle's arrival, watching it slowly turn to gold from one end to the other.
With a power like his, one would think his daughter wouldn't want for anything, the Haitian thought. How ironic.
She came in without knocking, a flurry of electrical activity crippling her as she staggered to his desk. She grabbed the corner of its oaken surface to keep from falling.
"Well, well, well, Elle," Bob said, not even looking up to see the pain in his daughter's face. "Trouble in paradise?"
"Daddy, I said I was sorry," Elle gasped. "You have to help me."
"That's where you're mistaken." He set the pencil down delicately, setting his palms flat on the desk and turning his gaze slowly, deliberately, to meet Elle's. "I don't have to do anything, Elle. The moment you quit, all of my obligations to you as your superior were dissolved."
"But you're my father - "
"Don't interrupt, Elle, you know how that irks me. Now, I didn't invite you back here because you're a capable agent. All you've done has been to prove the opposite. I'm very disappointed in you, Elle - especially after all the trouble I went through raising you, after your mother died..."
"Daddy, I'm sorry," Elle sighed, leaning towards him as she maintained a tenuous grasp on the edge of his desk.
"I invited you back because the Company has already invested so much in you - your training, your power. It would be remiss of me as regional manager to allow that investment to go completely to waste."
Elle shivered with the voltage that ran down her spine. "What can I do? What can I do to make it up to you?" Elle's desperation crept showed through the cracks in her voice, the unevenness of her tempo while speaking. "Daddy, I'm in pain. You have to make it stop."
Bob glared over the rims of his glasses; for a moment Elle would have though he was reading her mind somehow. "What is going on with you, Elle?" he asked, as though he was noticing the way sparks pulsed across the surface of her skin for the first time.
"I think it's because I'm..." The word she wanted caught in her throat, and she stammered; with each pause another small electrical outburst shocked her. "I'm... I'm pr... I don't know what to do."
"You've always had such precision with your power, Elle," Bob tsk-tsked. "I don't believe that you'd suddenly lose control like this. I suspect this is just cry for attention."
"No, Daddy," Elle whimpered, doing her best not to cry.
Always Daddy's tough little girl, thought the Haitian.
Bob opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a plastic card, sliding it over to Elle. "All of your belongings have been moved here. I want you to go there and wait until further instruction."
"Daddy..." A million questions raced in Elle's mind. Did you miss me at all? Aren't you curious as to what I've been up to? How do I tell you the trouble I'm in? She snatched the card and stood up straight. "Fine," she spat back. She steeled herself against the pain as she strode back towards the door of her father's office, her resolve strengthening with every step. If he didn't want to know, then she wasn't going to tell him. A little voice in the back of her head reminded her He's going to find out eventually, one way or another but she drowned it out with the sound of the slamming door.
The room number and location was written on one side of the card; the other side had a magnetic strip, like a hotel key. She didn't have to think twice about which direction to turn once she left the regional manager's office; she knew the layout of the building like the back of her hand. In the moment it took her to read the card, however, a familiar voice echoed from down the hall.
"Well, well, well, look who's made it back into the fold," Noah Bennet smiled sinisterly. "The prodigal daughter returns."
Elle sneered. She had half a mind to shock him to kingdom come, until she noticed the Haitian walking one step behind Bennet. "New partner?"
"They've decided to go back to the 'one of us, one of them' rule," Bennet replied. "Instead of the 'one of us, one crazy person who falls for targets and sabotages assignments' rule."
"I've got places to be," Elle hissed as she turned on her heel and started walking in the opposite direction, occasionally staggering as her power expressed itself unexpectedly.
Bennet had watched her struggle down the hallway for just a moment before letting himself into Bob Bishop's office. The Haitian, however, was transfixed by the image of Elle grappling with her out-of-control ability. He'd always felt compassion towards her as a little girl, when he had erased one memory after another at her father's request - memories of experimentation, of torture, of being pushed to limits and then being forced beyond them.
The meeting with Bishop had seemed unimportant at the time; it was about increasing surveillance on some target named Gabriel Gray, whose name had been completely unfamiliar to the Haitian at the time.
Elle's new quarters were positively spartan; the room was only as long as the bed, with the dresser squeezed into a recessed closet with no door. It looked like it had been nothing more than a maintenance closet before. Still, Elle tried her best to make herself comfortable, reclining on the itchy blanket and closing her eyes. Electricity still jolted her as her thoughts moved from one of her fears to another.
And then, suddenly, the pain stopped. For the first time in weeks, it was completely gone. She stopped shocking herself, she stopped unwittingly emitting sparks. For a moment she lay in wonder at this sudden stop, but she was quickly overcome with a sleep deeper than she had had in a long time.
She hadn't ever known, but the Haitian had been standing just on the other side of her door, hand against its flat surface, suppressing her power to stop her pain.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
I think you captured Bob perfectly in this chapter. I can't wait to read the next one!
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
I love how you write the Haitian, yours is the only fic I read with him.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
I love the Hatian. And this fic!