A/N - I was a MAJOR fan of the Gabriel/Elle pairing the moment I saw a hint of it in the show. Needless to say, I wasn't very happy when Sylar killed our dear Ms. Bishop. So I decided to change it, to make myself feel better. This takes place immediately after "Eclipse Pt. 2" and pretends that "Our Father" didn't happen.
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes. If I did, Charlie, Kaitlin, and Elle, as long as many other loveable characters, wouldn't be dead/forgotten.
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"Do you remember our first kiss?" she asks, giggling. She reaches out, sliding her arms around his neck.
"Of course I do." He rests his forehead against hers, staring into those bright blue eyes. His fingers slip and slide in her platinum blonde hair and he pulls her tight against him. "We were so scared." he murmurs, and she can feel his voice through his chest.
"Lost . . . powerless . . ." She kisses his neck, sending a jolt of electricity from her lips through him. He shivers at the sensation and pokes her in the side. She jumps away, scowling. She's very ticklish.
He grabs her by the waist, pulling her back to him. "And you told me that —"
"We couldn't take what we wanted anymore." She giggles again. "I remember."
"I didn't want to hear that." He smiles into her hair.
"No . . . and it didn't do much good, did it?" Her voice is suddenly cold. He tries to pull away, to look into her face, but she holds him like a vice. "You still took what you wanted. Everything you wanted . . ." Something wet lands on his neck. It slides down the crook, along his skin, slowly. At first, he thinks she's crying. But the liquid is too warm, too thick, to be tears.
Suddenly, she starts screaming. She screams and screams and clings to him painfully. And then she pushes him away and her blood is on his neck, on his hands, in his mouth, and she's screaming and her beautiful face is contorted with agony, her hair matted with blood, and her head is opening to him and part of his mind is screaming with her and the other part is saying kill her Kill her KILL HER and his ears are full of ticking, that awful ticking and her screams, and her blood spurts out and hits his eyes and he reaches out to her but he can't see her, all he can see is red and screams and
"NO!" He jerks awake. The ticking is gone, replaced by a mechanical beep-beep at regular intervals. He has been slumping in an uncomfortable chair; he sits up, rubbing his neck.
The door opens — he jumps.
"Mr. Grey?" The newcomer is wearing scrubs and a white coat. He stands, moving towards her. "You're awake." She smiles, gestures to the centre of the room. "She's going to be fine." Relief seeps through him; he turns to the bed, takes the sleeping woman's hand. "It was rough for a while — her skull was almost completely severed, but we managed to stabilize her." She moves to the other side of the bed, touching the thick white bandages around the woman's head. "What sort of monster — ?" He cringes. "If she'd come in any later, she might not have — well, it's lucky you found her when you did." She smiles again. "You're a real hero, Mr. Grey."
She leaves.
"A hero?" His voice is harsh. "No. A monster." He reaches over to the bedside table where a vase of carnations sits. He choose a flower, concentrates, and watches as it turns to gold. He slips it into her hand. Leaning down, he whispers; "There's only one way to protect you." He straightens suddenly, walks briskly out of the room.
He wipes a hand over his eyes as he steps out into the sunlight. The tears disappear. He hasn't cried.
"I'm sorry, Elle."
He strides away, not sparing a glance for the well-manicured gardens of the hospital behind him.
What sort of monster — ?
The worst kind.