*I would like to dedicate this story to one of my closest friend, my wifey, the kristen to my hayden... Sharah!

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Elle watches from a safe distance away, leaning up against the side of the building watching her next target from across the street. His name was Gabriel Gray, a nerdy watchmaker she was assigned to seduce and ultimately destroy. She was told he was dangerous but all she could see was a blonde girl approach him and even being a good distance away, she could see him fidget and get all nervous before her. She felt relieved in that moment knowing this was going to be easy.

She brings a cup of coffee up to her lips, sighing in satisfaction. Virgins were always the easiest to deal with and with this pansy she felt she could finally gain her father's love she's been so desperately wanting.

The blonde stood outside his watch store, holding out an object of what she assumed to be a watch. Gabriel blushed, Elle guessing the young girl complimented him. Either that or he was so damn nervous that he was blushing because he had a petite blonde practically throwing herself at him. She laughed, amused by the whole sight before her. That is until the blonde girl turned and Elle saw the girl's face… Claire Bennet.

Elle spits out her coffee, throwing the cup in the process to the ground. "That bitch!" She screams loud enough for passersby on the busy New York sidewalk to turn and give her a dirty look.

She feels her anger rise and the sparks dance at the end of her fingers as she watches Noah Bennet's adopted little cheerleader mingle with her assignment. And god be damned if she was going to let naïve little Claire ruin the one shot she had at impressing her father.

Claire was only wanting her watch her father gave her to be fixed, she never thought he'd offer to fix it for free. He was a nerdy man and if she had to guess he was somewhere in his early twenty's. His dark eyes looked down at her and he smiles, his face going red from embarrassment. Did she actually embarrass him?

"It won't take me long to fix it." He says smiling which makes Claire smile back up at him. "If you don't mind waiting a minute or two, I can fix it now."

Claire laughs, watching as he slides the watch between his fingers. "Okay, so it's free and you can get it done now? I have a feeling there is a catch."

He feels a little uncomfortable, not realizing her joke. "Oh no, no catch." His face flushes red again when he realizes she's joking. "Come on inside."

He holds his store door open for her and she slides on in past him, her eyes instantly locking on all the clocks. There must have been hundreds of them and they were all ticking at the same time.

"Wow," she says her eyes never leaving the clocks in front of her. "This is amazing."

He was making his way over to his desk but pauses mid stride turning to face her. "Really?"

She turned to face him, seeing his puzzled expression. "Of course. I've never seen so many clocks before in my life."

He smiles, clearly satisfied with her answer before sitting down at his desk. He opens the back of the watch, watching the small parts work the clock. He saw what was wrong within a second fixing it just as quickly. The ticking parts clicked together in a perfect formation and he smiled when the ticking began just right.

He stands up, holding the watch in the air. "All done."

She spun around to face him, surprised. "Seriously?"

He walks towards her, placing the now fixed watch in her palm. "It was nothing major, easy to fix."

She smiled, showing her pearly white teeth. "I can't thank you enough!"

He suddenly felt like a heroic hero for fixing her watch and being the reason for the radiant smile that was plastered on her face. Then he felt his face fluster red and she noticed, giggling.

"You're perfect." She tells him wanting him to feel comfortable around her and not his awkward self. "Bye Gabriel."

He turns to watch her leave, mesmerized by her beauty. He loved the way she had him blushing and the way she complimented him. But as reality set in, he felt disappointed and his happiness soon fading along with it.

He didn't even know her name.

Elle was still waiting across the street when Claire came out of the store with an idiotic grin on her face. Such a fucking kid, she thought watching her disappear among the crowd. Only Claire could get all heated and giddy over a nerd like Gabriel. He wouldn't know what a real woman was until he met her.

Now satisfied that he was alone, Elle jaywalked across the New York street her eyes brightly lit and the electricity pulsating through her petite body as she stood before his store, watching the little fool have the same grin on his face as Claire did. She was beginning to think they were both kids.

Elle slowly creaked open the store door, the bell dinging above it as she stepped inside.

Gabriel turned watching her from his dorky glasses. "Can I help you?"

She shut the door behind her, leaning against it. "Hi, I'm Elle."

He looks away, turning his back to her. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Yeah, this damn watch." She reaches into her pocket for the broken damaged watch that she broke on purpose as an excuse to lure him in. "I was told it was unfixable."

"Anything can be fixed, especially watches." He smiles and she feels happy because she's made him smile.

"Oh, thank god!" She says sighing with relief as if she actually cared about a damn watch. This was the worst assignment ever. Gabriel was already boring her.

He walks over to her taking the watch from her and examining it closely. He looks up at her. "What happened? It looks like this was beaten in by a sledge hammer."

My heel, she thought amused. But she looks shock. "It was an old family air loom. My father told me it might be worth something."

"Don't worry, no matter how bad it's damaged I can easily fix it."

"Really? Oh my god, you're a life saver!"

If it had been anyone else besides him, they would have said 'It's just a watch' but this was Gabriel and he liked the fact that this girl cared about watches just as much as he did.

Or so he was led to believe.

"I'll fix it now." He goes back over to his desk and he's surprised to see Elle following him. He gives her a questionable look.

"Can I watch?" She asks sheepishly, smiling in the hopes of persuading him.

It worked.

"Sure." He smiles back, focusing his full attention on the watch.

Elle leans over his shoulder watching him put the pieces together one by one with his quick hands and his mind racing. She questioned her father in that moment, noticing now more than ever that there was nothing unique about this man. He had no ability besides being able to fix watches and bore someone to death. But he was her assignment. Her thoughts or opinion didn't matter when it became to Primatech.

So consumed with her own thoughts, she barely heard Gabriel speak.

"It's fixed."

She looks down at the perfect watch dangling in his grasp. He fixed the shattered to pieces watch within seconds. He really was good.

"Wow." She said feeling a little impressed but pushed it away with the thought of fixing clocks isn't a superpower. "It looks brand new!"

"That was my goal." He grins, leaning back in his chair.

An idea came to her and she blurted it out without even thinking. "Let me make it up to you by dinner."

Gabriel blinked, surprised. A hot blonde had just asked him out.

She loved his startled expression taking the hint to go further. "Please?"

"S-Sure." He stuttered, still in shock. How could he say no?

Elle smiled, pleased. She had him right where she wanted him.


Claire stood there awkwardly watching as the cheerleaders that were once her friends gave her dirty looks from across the courtyard. Ever since Brody tried to date rape her and her seeking vengeance by hospitalizing him, Jackie and her crew officially drew the line. Claire was no longer one of them, and it didn't help her hanging around Zach who was a social outcast.

But Zach proved to her that he was her true friend in more ways than one, and the kid was waving her over to his vacant table beaming like a fool.

Claire smiled passing Jackie and giving her one hell of a look too. She could feel Jackie's eyes never leave her as she walked to Zach taking a seat right beside him.

He looks up at her, holding the hamburger inches away from his face. "You okay?"

She faked a smile, staring straight ahead. "Never been better."

Zach followed her gaze over to Jackie's table with her evil minions. "They're jealous."

"I find that hard to believe."

"I don't. You just won homecoming queen."

That caught her attention, averting her startled eyes on Zach. "Is that some kind of sick joke?"

"No, I'm serious. Jackie's over there fuming… and glaring." He smirked, amused by all this.

Claire was still shocked and overwhelmed by all this to be smirking and rejoicing like Zach was. "Okay, how the hell did I win? Last time I checked I was as much of a social outcast as you are."

"Majority rules. There are more of us than there are of them." He pointed critically to the popular table. "That's how you won."

Claire looked around at her surroundings, taking it all in. Everyone was watching her, some in envy and some in awe. She had people who liked the outcast Claire Bennet rather than the popular shallow Claire Bennet she used to be.

"It's pretty awesome, huh?" Zach was still smirking acting as if this was the best day of his life when it was actually hers. She had won. She had wiped that evil smirk off Jackie's face and instead it was now plastered on her own face.

Claire Bennet, homecoming queen. The homecoming queen who could never be killed, who could never die. The girl who was about to become the most popular girl at school in a whole new way.


Elle was deeply satisfied with how things went between her and Gabriel. The food was fantastic and even though it was hard getting him off the topic of watches, she started to doubt this man was capable of anything Angela Petrelli had envisioned. Gabriel was nice and a little weird, but definitely not a serial killer. She had this one in the bag.

Gabriel, on the other hand, wasn't buying Elle's nice girl act. Blondes like her were usually devious and up to no good and even though she was attractive enough, he couldn't get his mind off that other blonde that stopped in… what was her name? Claire?

Elle had given him her phone number, telling him to call her anytime. He knew he wouldn't but Elle thought he would. After all, she was a convincing conniving little agent.

Even though Elle felt full heartedly that she had it all under control, she couldn't help but feel threatened by the Bennet girl. Gabriel looked at her with a gleam of interest but not like he looked at her and she was definitely not used to be second choice. Always first, always number one.

She had to relay the message, warn them on the threat. And who better to tell than Noah Bennet himself?

She dialed his cell, sitting on an Odessa park bench as the hot Texas sun beamed down on her.

Hesitantly, he picked up. "Elle."

She smiled, the amusement playing in her voice. "Noah Bennet, how's the bagging and tagging going? Still harassing specials while you're letting one live under your roof?"

His annoyance seeped in and was clear on her end of the line. "Don't you dare talk about Claire or I won't even hesitate about drowning your ass in water."

She disregarded his threat, moving onto what she's been dying to tell him. "Actually, this is about Claire." He almost hung up until she quickly added, "She met Gabriel."

"What?" His annoyance was now replaced with shock. "When?"

"Just a few days ago. They were real… friendly with each other."

"What the hell?"

"I guess she isn't such a sweet little girl after all." Elle smirked, withholding her laughter.

"Let me deal with this, you just remember to lure him in. I'll worry about Claire." He pauses. "Oh and one more thing Elle, if you go anywhere near Claire I won't hesitate to bring you down myself."

The line clicked dead.

Elle sat there for awhile, contemplating the conversation while her smile grew. If Claire was going to stand in her way, she couldn't promise Noah her safety.


When Claire got home from school later on that day, she was surprised to see her father waiting for her, calmly sitting on the living room couch. Usually he worked constantly and came home at weird hours.

"Dad!" She exclaimed, dashing across the room to hug him.

Noah smiled, returning the hug and wrapping his long arms around her tiny body. "Claire Bear, how was school?"

She drew back a little, looking up at him. "Fantastic! I am the homecoming queen."

"Wow honey, that's amazing!"

Her smile stretched across her face and Noah couldn't remember her being this happy in weeks. After the Brody incident, Claire had been acting very strange and had recently fell out of her high school clique, the cheerleaders. Not that he minded, he felt those cheerleaders were a bad influence on her and believed she should focus on her ability which he knew from the tapes had manifested.

Noah was suspicious but also happy for Claire. She needed to be happy. Hell, he wanted her to be happy.

"I'm so proud of you." He says hugging her again.

Her smile never falters. "I love you too Dad. When can we go to New York again?"

The question startled him. He would usually take Claire to New York City to see her friend Peter Petrelli but now Gabriel was there… were her motives now focused on seeing him?

"Soon," he lied. "Let's just focus on homecoming, shall we?"

She didn't argue, she actually had homecoming to worry about and a date to find. Despite Zach lying to reassure her that he didn't like her, she knew he did. Zach would jump at any chance to date her but who did Claire ultimately want to take to homecoming? The tall dark and handsome watch maker from New York City.

Like that would happen.


He was there, hovering over the small blonde who was on the floor withering in pain and fear. Sylar stepped closer until he was only a foot away from her.

"You did this." His voice broke the dead silence in the room, rage and hatred clear in his tone. "You killed her and now I'm going to kill you."

Elle looked up at him trying to weakly crawl away from him. The sparks were dancing on the ends of her fingers and all she wanted to do was electrocute the hell out of him, but she was too weak.

He smiled seeing how helpless she was which gave him deep satisfaction. He laughed, scaring her and making her jump at the sound. He held up one index finger pointing it at her forehead, a grin stretched across his face.

Elle closed her eyes, screaming as pain began to engulf the top of her head and feeling blood pour down the side of her face. The pain became worse and worse until she couldn't feel anything at all. All she could do was scream and the burning sizzle of shockwaves radiating off her body as her power began to go crazy just as she was. He watched her enjoying this so much that he wished he could kill her over and over again. But one was enough for him and her screams took an ounce of the pain that's been building up since Claire's death. She passed out then, the pain too much for her to bare but she was still alive and breathing. Sylar wasn't going to have any of that.

He sliced into her head with the blink of an eye, getting bored already with her. He wanted her to die now. The blood was everywhere covering Elle's blonde hair in a thick sticky mess of it and the blood draining slowly out of her body until eventually she was laying in her own pool of blood.

Seeing her there, dead and gruesomely killed by his own hands, the satisfaction and relief surrounded him. Just as quickly as he felt a sense of peace, it was gone and he sunk to the ground as his legs gave in sobbing as he went.

Even though he killed Claire's murderer, Claire was still dead.


Angela Petrelli shot up out of bed, her own screams waking her. That dream… her dream… of the future was nothing but a living nightmare that was soon about to come true.

She'd been so sure that to stop Sylar from happening, he needed to find someone to keep him from going evil. She thought Elle was the one to stop him, to keep him from changing. But now, it was Elle who was going to lead him to the dark side of himself waiting to be emerged.

Grabbing the phone by the bed, she quickly dialed Primatech.

Bob picked up after a few rings. He sounded tired and pissed by the lateness of her phone call. "Angela, why are you calling? You do realize it's almost four in the morning, right?"

She wastes no time going straight to the point. "Bob, listen to me carefully. I'm taking Elle off the Gabriel Gray case."

"No way, Elle's the best agent we've got."

"Elle's the most self centered agent we've got." Angela corrected.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It means if you want to stop Gabriel from going Sylar on us, you'll keep Elle away. She's the one that makes him turn into a monster."

Bob sighs into the phone, doubting her. "This is crazy. You sound crazy. Go back to sleep."

"Gosh damnit Bob!" She screams into the phone, her own rage surprising her. "I had a dream just now. Elle was the one who made Sylar turn into a monster. You know me, Bob. You know my dreams have never been wrong."

Silence. Which meant he believed her.

"I'll take care of it." He finally says before hanging up.

Angela let out a deep breath, feeling somewhat relieved.

Now she had to prevent Claire's death.