Set during 'Villians' (Season 3), this is the story of what would have happened if Elle had chosen Gabriel over The Company, or how I see it.
This is kind of crappy and it's my first attempt at a fanfic, so please don't hate me for being awful. I'd love some feedback, reviews make my day. :)
Chapter One
"I need you to take this watch, go in there, and ask him if he could fix it for you. Simple as." Bennet instructed slowly whilst handing Elle the watch. She took the watch, studied it for a slight second, and then nodded. "I can do that." She grinned, hopping out of the van. Noah gave her a thumbs up and she headed towards the shop. She stopped in front of the glass marked with 'Gray and Sons' on the front of it. She peered through for a moment, seeing if the target was anywhere in sight; but he was nowhere to be seen. She took a in a deep breath, gripping the watch in her hand tightly, and opened the door. The bell tinkled lightly.
"Hello?"
The shop was empty. Her target was nowhere to be seen. She took a delicate step forward, surveying the room. She took another step forward. It was silent throughout the building, apart from the slight tap of Elle's shoes as she walked. She eagerly watched for any movement, but there was none. Until the sudden flicker of a figure moving behind glass and the sound of choking. Elle's eyes widened as she ran in panic to see what was happening.
The man was spinning around in the air, with a noose tied around his neck. She could hear the hiss of panic, of not being able to breathe, come from his strangled throat. Hurriedly, she let a spark of electricity fly at the rope, snapping it, and causing the man to fall to the floor. He sat there, looking dazed, while Elle rushed over to help get the rope away from his neck. She took a look at the poor man lying beside her, choking for breath. "Are you alright?" She asked, still slightly panicked. He didn't reply, only laid there in shock, his mouth wide open, gasping. "Say something!" She said quietly, a slight smile forming on her face. But the smile quickly disappeared when he prepared himself to speak.
"Forgive me." He sobbed, rolling into her as she took him in her arms and hugged him tightly to her chest.
When he stopped crying, she released him so he could bring himself back to lean against a desk behind them. He was so slumped that he looked exhausted. After a long silence, Elle brought herself to say something. "It's okay. Everything is going to be okay." She smiled gently. She felt a pang of rejection when he didn't look at her to reply.
"No it isn't. I've done something unforgivable."
"Everybody does bad things." She replied him, hoping that he would find some sort of comfort in her words. "You think I haven't felt exactly how you're feeling right now?"
He reached up to rub his neck, as if he was trying to loosen the noose that was no longer there. "Maybe if you talk about it. Sometimes, when you talk about it-"
"I can't." He cut her off, glaring at her. Her expression slowly turned from comforting to a sorrowful understanding pout. He looked at the floor, too ashamed to make eye contact with the beautiful girl he had just snapped at.
"A man had something that I wanted, but I took it at a terrible price."
Although Elle's expression didn't waver, inside her, alarm buttons were sounding. He could kill her if he found out about her power. He could at any moment. But what she just couldn't see a monster in front of her. She saw a young man, who was tall, slightly lanky, who dressed like he was still getting dressed by his mother, who was empty. Someone who didn't have anyone, and who didn't want to be alone. Elle gulped, and leaned in closer to him. "I know it seems hard to imagine, but you're gonna get through this. Because you're not a bad person." She almost whispered. He gazed at her in wonder.
"You don't even know anything about me." He replied, sounding slightly shocked. Elle didn't even hesitate with her reply. "I know what I see. A man who deserves a second chance."
She looked down for a moment, before returning to look into his eyes. "The rope broke! You can't tell me that's not a sign." She smiled softly. He scoffed for a moment, laughing silently.
"I don't even know your name." He whispered.
"Elle."
"Elle," She nodded as he said her name, now smiling openly, "Elle. Look at you, Elle, just showing up out of nowhere. Like an angel."
Her heart thudded and her cheeks turned slightly pink, but she didn't drop her gaze. Her hands fumbled in her pocket as she reached for the watch.
"An angel with a broken watch."
