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Damaged

AN: first things first had to tweak canon a bit for this to make sense. Includes the Beach scene Gabriel thinks Elle betrayed him and knew about him not being a Petrelli. In the story he is a Petrelli which is later confirmed by Angela via blood test. Gabriel feels guilt over having "killed Elle" but in reality she is very alive and is being hidden by both Bennet and an old family friend Raymond. Angela thinks she's dead but mourns no lost because she suspected that Elle could sway her son's allegiance to The Company. Sylar is pretty much done with the both of them after the Beach but eventually goes back to The Company to be an agent.

Chapter 1:

Awake

"Gabriel Gray. I've read your file Mr. Gray, quite a track record you've got here, you've become something of a legend around the company."

Sylar just tilted his head at the balding man across from him not bothering to answer his questions. The detective's aggravation grew as he placed his palms on the table, leaning into Gabriel's space.

"Come on, what was it? Wanted to wipe out the whole family did you? First the Father, then the daughter? Taking out company the family legacy are you now?"

Sylar continued remain silent and the detective grew desperate. Mrs. Petrelli would be down here any minute ready to come to the rescue of her lost son. He had to get a confession out first. He had to know if Elle was dead; if there was even a chance she was still alive he had to find her.

He slammed the file down on the table, pictures of Elle from various stages of her life slid out from it. All illustrating how a sweet toothy grin would morph into a sly calculating smirk.

"But scalping her wasn't enough was it? You had to burn her body too, robbing her of a proper burial, using her own gift to light the flame."

Sylar suddenly shot up against the chains that held him to the chair, "Elle betrayed me! She lied! And for that she deserved what she got!"

"Gabriel?" the high crackly voice of Angela Petrelli reverberated off the color stone walls of The Company's interrogation room. Her sharp bird-like gaze flew over to the detective and narrowed.

"Gabriel, why don't you go clean up and meet me in my office I'm sure you have plenty of questions," Gabriel stood up at once, his binds falling from around his wrists as he stalked out of the room fixing the older man with a look that could easily have killed.

The door snapped shut behind him as Angela turned back toward the man.

"Raymond-"

"Mrs. Petrelli, you must understand he knows where Elle is! I suspect he has murdered her or worse."

"Listen, Raymond, I understand you had a parental attachment to Elle when she was with The Company, since you were her mentor; however, this changes nothing. The bigger picture is what Sylar could be for this organization. Elle was disposable, just a damaged little girl." She dismissed him with a wave.

Her head was throbbing as though it had its very own heart beat. Elle opened her eyes wearily, her vision still blurred from what must have been the results of a concussion. Leaning over her was a concerned looked Claire Bennet. She swung her blonde hair over her shoulder as she applied a cool cloth back to Elle's forehead. Elle felt the sting and tensed trying desperately to regain her senses.

Gabriel…. Where was he? The last thing she remembered was him, his face so different from what she'd been seeing lately. It shocked her at first. After all they'd been through he was so willing to kill her just because of what Bennet had said. It broke her heart. The familiar instinct to fight back never flickered though. Like somewhere in the back of her brain it had calculated that she really had nothing left to live for.

No Company to work for.

No Daddy to try and impress.

No future.

So she'd laid there closed her eyes and accepted her fate. She tried not to scream but couldn't help the whimpers that had escaped her before she passed out from the pain.

However all this didn't explain how she ended up back at the Bennet's house. Sure she didn't like the place but this definitely didn't qualify as Hell and there was no way this was Heaven. Elle liked to believe that in Heaven you couldn't be concussed, plus the thought of getting into Heaven? That was amusing. She moved to sit up quickly; she didn't like this being vulnerable. Then behind her she heard the distinct click of a gun. She froze and waited.

"Elle," it was Noah Bennet, of course. Claire Bear had scurried away to the other side of the room.

Elle shook her head trying to rid the fuzz from it, "How did I get here?"

Claire spoke up, "We found you on the beach right after Sylar lit your body on fire. I used my blood to heal you."

Elle's focus became clearer and she noticed the tender look in the younger girl's eyes. Still it was suspicious. Here she'd thought that Claire's blood was like a magic potion. The more she thought about it though it was more likely she only used a little but ti revive her and now she'd have to heal the rest on her own. Bennet wouldn't let Claire bleed enough to heal Elle completely. She didn't really see how the Bennet could just find them on the beach where she had been the day after her and Gabriel had tried to take her hostage.

"Thank you," she said softly.

She wasn't entirely sure how she felt about still being alive. During those last few minutes she had started to get use to the idea of dying. No more fighting and struggling. Sure Elle had done enough to go to Hell probably but anywhere was better than here in her mind. The world was too messed up and she didn't want to bear it all anymore.

Noah's phone rang suddenly and he flipped it open before handing it to Elle.

"I believe this is for you," Noah handed the phone to Elle who took it cautiously; well aware her senses were not as sharp as before.

"Hello?"

"Elle! Thank god! Did the Bennet's find you? Well of course they did! You have no idea how worried I was! Don't you ever do that again! Sweet Jesus Elle out of all the Villains, Sylar?"

Elle smiled at worried Raymond. Raymond had been something of a parent to her. He had taught her everything she knew, he had trained her since she was little. When her Father ignored her or claimed to be too busy Elle would go to Raymond. How could she have possibly forgotten about Raymond?

"I promise I'll try and go less psycho next time," Elle smirked, her snark returning. Noah rolled his eyes and reached for the phone.

Elle took a moment to look around her. She spotted Gabriel's singed shirt in the trash and then looked down and saw that she was in a pair of Claire's Costa Verde High sweat pants. She pinched back another smirk; the irony was just growing too much. She looked back across the room where Claire was watching her closely and behind her Elle spotted Mrs. Bennet looking wide eyed toward her.

Well this was awkward.

Elle didn't like awkward.

"Uhhh, Mrs. Bennet?"

The poodle looking woman bristled and peeked over Claire's shoulder.

"Sorry about that, uhh, ya know," she let a small spark ignite between her thumb and index finger, "thing."

The woman nodded and rushed off with a small furry dog in her hands. Elle rolled her eyes lightly and waited. Bennet shut the phone soon enough and sat down to explain the situation.

Raymond and Bennet were apparently a lot chummier then Elle knew about previously. Once Raymond heard that Elle had been fired, he tried to keep an eye on her. After those weeks that she was locked up at Pinehearst, he had enlisted the help of Noah. And so Noah had gone and found her after Hiro had transported her out.

That wasn't quite all. In exchange for his mercy Bennet was demanding that Elle disappear and no longer be a part of this struggle between Primatech and Pinehearst. Elle was shocked at first; it would be a clean break. A new life… but all she'd known was war and violence; her bread and butter. Elle didn't have a choice. Noah would set it all up (She caught a few whispers about Seattle) but until then she would stay with the Bennet's under their care. Raymond was freakishly enthusiastic about this plan. Elle was tempted to ask them if they knew anything about where Gabriel was but refrained. If she showed concern for his well being her chances of being helped would be zero.

Elle would have taken death as an escape but Seattle sounded nicer.

Sylar didn't flinch as the needle punctured his skin, drawing blood. Angela stood on the other side of the lab nursing a cotton ball to her similar wound.

"So are you going to tell me what you've done?" Angela asked nonchalant.

Sylar didn't reply but glared, watching as his skin knitted itself shut over the puncture wound.

"Positive," the lab member pronounced clearly.

Angela turned and left, Sylar followed her in silence. When they reached the former office of Bob Bishop, Angela took her seat at the desk and motioned for Sylar to do the same.

"Let's start with Elle Bishop, last my sources checked she was playing the Bonnie to your Clyde," Angela explained primly fiddling with her pin.

Sylar's face began to crumble slightly as if he was figuring something horrible out. His dark eyes widen in horror. He spoke numbly. "I killed her," Angela waited, no expression, "I thought she was lying about you being my mother."

"Well, that's understandable son, we Petrellis tend to get violent when betrayed," Angela looked mildly disappointed when he just continued to stare ahead blankly.

"Perhaps you should go clean up? I'll have Raymond take care of it all. You just focus on the battle ahead."

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