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FIC: Angel with a Broken Watch, Chapter 7
Title: Angel with a Broken Watch, Chapter 7
Characters/Pairings: Elle/Gabriel, the Haitian
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters
Word count: 911
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...
A/N:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dragynflies gives great beta.
Angel with a Broken Watch, Chapter 7
The Haitian could only imagine what Gabriel Gray had done the day Elle returned to Primatech. He could only imagine Gabriel's worried expression when the hostess at the diner told him that Elle never made it to work that day. He could only imagine Gabriel hurrying home, hoping to find her there. He could only imagine Gabriel, frantic, trying to figure out if she had left him, gotten lost, gotten hurt.
This the Haitian knew for certain: apparently Gabriel wanted to find her, and he knew of a person on Chandra's list with just the power he needed. Later that day Sylar was reborn when he killed the parents of Molly Walker, because he coveted her clairvoyance.
But he wasn't supposed to be thinking of Gabriel Gray, wondering how he'd turned into Sylar once again. He had a job to do - erasing Elle's memories - and he went back to where he had left off in order to get the job done.
It had been the most restful and refreshing sleep of her life. For some reason, her backfiring ability seemed to shut down long, and now that she was feeling better, her electricity was under control. In fact, she'd only woken up because her stomach was painfully empty, and she realized she couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten.
Judging from the soft light that streamed in through the room's high, barred window, it was morning. Elle sat up in bed and tried to determine if any part of the past few weeks had been a dream. But she was still dressed in the black skirt, white blouse, and Pepto-Bismol pink bow tie she'd worn as a waitress, and she sighed and shuddered when she considered her circumstances.
At least her father had been courteous enough to leave her some clothes in the dresser; it was almost like he had expected her to come back. It reminded her of all the ways he'd kept her wings clipped. She couldn't survive on her own out there, and he knew it. The mere thought made Elle dry heave.
She took a long, hot shower to help clear her head. She needed to figure out what to do. She didn't have many options (not that she ever really did) but she needed to determine the best way to proceed. Now that she was back at the Company, she knew there were resources available to her that she could count on. Medical facilities, for example, but more importantly: the Company cafeteria. Elle was ravenous now.
She got dressed quickly and went to grab a bite. It was never very crowded; it was really only there for the chronic workaholics and the super-powered residents of the Hartsdale facility. There were some new faces in the cafeteria, but she recognized most people, and they seemed to recognize her as well. She must have been quite the topic of discussion around the water cooler, so to speak. She sat alone, but felt the eyes of everyone else boring into the back of her head. It wasn't the kind of attention she relished.
Her father had been quick to dismiss her yesterday, and she wasn't eager to relive being stung like that again, so she when she finished breakfast she walked right past the Regional Manager office to the hospital wing. Here was where agents were treated for wounds and injuries they sustained on the job before being sent back to their families, where nearby bag-and-tag targets were examined; here was where Elle had been born. She scoffed at the irony when she pushed her way past the doors and approached an older, bearded man in glasses and a white coat.
"Hello, Miss Bishop," he said politely as she approached. "It's good to see you again." She had always figured that people knew her name just because her father was in charge; that didn't quite account for the awkward, one-sided familiarity they seemed to have with her.
The Haitian felt at least partially responsible for that.
"Is there something I can do for you?" the doctor asked. His smile was warm, fatherly even, as he closed his clipboard and turned his attention toward Elle.
"Yeah - wait a sec, what's your name?" Elle asked as she shifted her weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other.
"I'm Dr. Hauser."
"Right, Dr. Hauser," Elle repeated flippantly, as though she had known his name all along. "If I were to, say, get a procedure done, it's private, right? No one is going to find out about it?"
Dr. Hauser looked up towards the ceiling, his head bobbing back and forth in thought. "Well, that depends. Is it something work-related?"
Elle stammered. "Sort of. Not really. It's private."
Dr. Hauser paused as his brow furrowed. He looked Elle in the eye, a concern in his tone that was almost genuine. "Is it something cosmetic, Miss Bishop? Because if it's not a necessary procedure, it's not generally something that we-"
"Listen to me, Four-Eyes," she growled, holding a ball of electricity in the palm of her hand. "Let's discuss this in private, and I'll tell you. And you're going to keep this absolutely quiet, or you'll have a world of hurt headed your way."
Dr. Hauser slowly inhaled, hesitant. "This way, Miss Bishop," he said finally, turning and leading her through the atrium and past private rooms until they reached his office.
"Now that we're alone, Miss Bishop, perhaps you'd like to fill me in on what's going on."
"I need an abortion," she replied, her voice low and level.
Characters/Pairings: Elle/Gabriel, the Haitian
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or any of its characters
Word count: 911
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...
A/N:
dragynflies gives great beta.Angel with a Broken Watch, Chapter 7
The Haitian could only imagine what Gabriel Gray had done the day Elle returned to Primatech. He could only imagine Gabriel's worried expression when the hostess at the diner told him that Elle never made it to work that day. He could only imagine Gabriel hurrying home, hoping to find her there. He could only imagine Gabriel, frantic, trying to figure out if she had left him, gotten lost, gotten hurt.
This the Haitian knew for certain: apparently Gabriel wanted to find her, and he knew of a person on Chandra's list with just the power he needed. Later that day Sylar was reborn when he killed the parents of Molly Walker, because he coveted her clairvoyance.
But he wasn't supposed to be thinking of Gabriel Gray, wondering how he'd turned into Sylar once again. He had a job to do - erasing Elle's memories - and he went back to where he had left off in order to get the job done.
It had been the most restful and refreshing sleep of her life. For some reason, her backfiring ability seemed to shut down long, and now that she was feeling better, her electricity was under control. In fact, she'd only woken up because her stomach was painfully empty, and she realized she couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten.
Judging from the soft light that streamed in through the room's high, barred window, it was morning. Elle sat up in bed and tried to determine if any part of the past few weeks had been a dream. But she was still dressed in the black skirt, white blouse, and Pepto-Bismol pink bow tie she'd worn as a waitress, and she sighed and shuddered when she considered her circumstances.
At least her father had been courteous enough to leave her some clothes in the dresser; it was almost like he had expected her to come back. It reminded her of all the ways he'd kept her wings clipped. She couldn't survive on her own out there, and he knew it. The mere thought made Elle dry heave.
She took a long, hot shower to help clear her head. She needed to figure out what to do. She didn't have many options (not that she ever really did) but she needed to determine the best way to proceed. Now that she was back at the Company, she knew there were resources available to her that she could count on. Medical facilities, for example, but more importantly: the Company cafeteria. Elle was ravenous now.
She got dressed quickly and went to grab a bite. It was never very crowded; it was really only there for the chronic workaholics and the super-powered residents of the Hartsdale facility. There were some new faces in the cafeteria, but she recognized most people, and they seemed to recognize her as well. She must have been quite the topic of discussion around the water cooler, so to speak. She sat alone, but felt the eyes of everyone else boring into the back of her head. It wasn't the kind of attention she relished.
Her father had been quick to dismiss her yesterday, and she wasn't eager to relive being stung like that again, so she when she finished breakfast she walked right past the Regional Manager office to the hospital wing. Here was where agents were treated for wounds and injuries they sustained on the job before being sent back to their families, where nearby bag-and-tag targets were examined; here was where Elle had been born. She scoffed at the irony when she pushed her way past the doors and approached an older, bearded man in glasses and a white coat.
"Hello, Miss Bishop," he said politely as she approached. "It's good to see you again." She had always figured that people knew her name just because her father was in charge; that didn't quite account for the awkward, one-sided familiarity they seemed to have with her.
The Haitian felt at least partially responsible for that.
"Is there something I can do for you?" the doctor asked. His smile was warm, fatherly even, as he closed his clipboard and turned his attention toward Elle.
"Yeah - wait a sec, what's your name?" Elle asked as she shifted her weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other.
"I'm Dr. Hauser."
"Right, Dr. Hauser," Elle repeated flippantly, as though she had known his name all along. "If I were to, say, get a procedure done, it's private, right? No one is going to find out about it?"
Dr. Hauser looked up towards the ceiling, his head bobbing back and forth in thought. "Well, that depends. Is it something work-related?"
Elle stammered. "Sort of. Not really. It's private."
Dr. Hauser paused as his brow furrowed. He looked Elle in the eye, a concern in his tone that was almost genuine. "Is it something cosmetic, Miss Bishop? Because if it's not a necessary procedure, it's not generally something that we-"
"Listen to me, Four-Eyes," she growled, holding a ball of electricity in the palm of her hand. "Let's discuss this in private, and I'll tell you. And you're going to keep this absolutely quiet, or you'll have a world of hurt headed your way."
Dr. Hauser slowly inhaled, hesitant. "This way, Miss Bishop," he said finally, turning and leading her through the atrium and past private rooms until they reached his office.
"Now that we're alone, Miss Bishop, perhaps you'd like to fill me in on what's going on."
"I need an abortion," she replied, her voice low and level.
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I love Elle in the cafeteria and everyone staring at her and talking about her. Because you know everyone would and that Elle would hate it.
This was brilliant:
At least her father had been courteous enough to leave her some clothes in the dresser; it was almost like he had expected her to come back. It reminded her of all the ways he'd kept her wings clipped. She couldn't survive on her own out there, and he knew it. The mere thought made Elle dry heave.
And I love this part too -- that reeks of Elle knowing something's wrong with her memory, even if she can't quite place it.
"Hello, Miss Bishop," he said politely as she approached. "It's good to see you again." She had always figured that people knew her name just because her father was in charge; that didn't quite account for the awkward, one-sided familiarity they seemed to have with her.
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Which is to say, I'm looking forward to the next bit of it.
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update soon.
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a new chapter! :)
gabriel after molly to find her but the hunger win :)
Elle in the cafeteria, I was expecting at any moment her zapping those people :)
*Nestled in a corner waiting for next chapter*
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I'm really looking forward to the next chapter.
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Poor Elle.
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Wow! How clever are you to think of making finding Elle Gabriel's driving force. I think that ties in so well with that line from earlier this season, "How do you make love stay?"
At the edge of my seat waiting for what's next. I think I should encourage you to keep writing fic instead of your papers. ;)
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I liked how Gabriel becomes Sylar because he is just trying to find Elle. Very Anakin Skywalker, turning to the darkside because your girl is in trouble.