Electric Firefly
Summary: The Company sets her teeth on edge, but most of the time it helps control the chaos, that darkness within her. Sequel to "Just Another Day on the Job." Elle-centric. Sylar/Elle. AU.
Author's Note: The story may not make perfect sense unless you've read my other story "Just Another Day on the Job", so check it out first! ;P Current storyline starts around Godsend of Volume 1, when Peter passes out and goes into a coma. Warning for psychotic, dark themes. Crazy Elle is the best. Reviews = love.
Chapter 1
The Company sets her teeth on edge, but most of the time it helps control the chaos, that darkness within her.
Pretty Peter Petrelli. Her new assignment.
Elle runs her hands through his silky long hair, taking in his smell and essence. She trails her fingertip slowly and lightly from his forehead, over the slope of his nose, and memorizes the softness of his full lips. Peter is a special, an evolved human. His file indicates that he is an empath, mimics and duplicates the powers of others. She wonders just how many powers he's collected over the past few months since he's manifested.
The electrically charged agent takes considerable time to contemplate the similarities and differences that potentially exist between the angelic sleeping boy with her favorite power obsessed serial killer.
Elle has always been attracted to power. But looking at the pale man lying lifeless on the hospital bed beneath her, it's hard for Elle to consider him to be very dangerous. He doesn't look much like a predator.
Peter Petrelli wasn't like the other cases that Elle is used to. The petite blond agent has been involved in hundreds of bag and tag scenarios, occasionally dragging back the big bad specials kicking and screaming to the cold gray cells of Level 5, where they end up becoming her toys. Her latest mission is to locate Peter Petrelli and collect any compromising information that could ruin the Company. She's surprised to learn that she wasn't bringing him in. Strictly observation and reconnaissance. Under no circumstances is Elle to kill Peter. Apparently, Daddy strongly believes that Peter is the key to some diabolical inter-company scheme of some of the founders. Daddy whispers his suspicions that Angela and Linderman are still secretly following Adam's legacy, the one filled with apocalyptic destruction. Elle didn't jump on board the mission due to ethical or moral considerations. She could care less if Angela, Linderman, and Adam wanted to wash the world clean and push the restart button. The new mission is more about filling up her boredom, that nagging empty darkness in her chest. In addition, Elle needs to distract herself from the new and strange sensations of panging need that had developed from not getting what she wanted from the watchmaker. The bastard abandoned her just when she was about to claim him as her own. Elle's been antsy and on-edge from the lack of...release.
After Daddy handed her the file, Elle focused all of her energy into the assignment. Connected the dots, it was so easy. Nobody gives Elle the credit she deserves. She's got more brains than all of those silly little agents combined. Elle was able to follow the bread crumbs and located Peter within a few hours of getting assigned the mission. But she's not going to get answers outta him any time soon. The empath's mind has been MIA since she found him a few weeks ago.
Elle takes a sip of Slush-O, a glorious sugary substance. The caffeinated cherry flavored beverage helps her get through the twelve hour shifts at the hospital. Her fingers play with the multi-colored straw, a practiced habit. Elle savors the taste in her mouth as she concurrently releases a low voltage shock to the comatose man.
She giggles in a childish tone, "Whoops."
Peter's body jerks in response to the electrical blast and his heart rate increases for a few seconds. But there is no change to his state of consciousness. Elle watches with awe as the burns on his arms immediately knit back to its smooth perfection. A healer. Just like Adam. Those with regenerative abilities are so much more fun than the rest, they can take Elle's most deadly and destructive blasts. Elle briefly wonders just how much Peter can take before he passes out. She sighs inwardly to herself, wishing that her target was awake. Hard to get the attention she craves when the new toy is unconscious. His face is slack and peaceful, doesn't realize that a sociopath is touching him, occasionally pumping electricity into his body. She's trying oh-so-hard to be patient.
Elle was intrigued to learn that Peter went up against her favorite serial killer and lived. Peter was a hero, saved little miss Pom Pom, and aided Bennet and crew in capturing the big bad wolf. If it wasn't for the sleeping beauty beneath her, Elle would have never gotten to opportunity to meet Gabriel Gray. Sylar. She feels a strange sense of gratitude towards the youngest Petrelli boy. He unknowingly played matchmaker.
Elle straightens out Peter's white hospital gown and gives him a playful tap on the nose.
This mission is much more how she imagined undercover work to be like. A million times better than the other solo assignment spying on Claire Bear in the back of the classroom. This time, Elle gets to be up close and personal with her target. Has the chance to utilize her acting talents to the fullest and has fun playing dress up in the process. She has immersed herself into deep cover in the role of a sweet Southern nurse going by the alias Bella.
Elle is a great actress. She's a professional liar. Lies every time she smiles.
Elle catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She is sporting pink scrubs with little red hearts and colorful sunshines. A thick yellow ribbon is neatly tied in a bow, pulling her straight long hair into a side pony tail. Maybe one day she'll be filled with whatever emotions and experiences go with hearts, sunshines and ribbons. But Elle doubts it. She's come to accept that she is cold and empty inside. Besides, it's hard to miss and long for things that you've never experienced or fully comprehend.
Elle moves to thoughtfully inspect the monitors and updated charts, when the door suddenly swings opens.
"How's he doing?" The normally confident voice sounds tired.
Elle glances behind her, a southern accent flows easily out of her lips. "Oh, Mr. Petrelli. Peter is the same as he was yesterday, sugar."
"Please, call me Nathan, I insist. Mr. Petrelli was my father." Elle smiles at the older brother's request, flashing all of her pearly white teeth. If only he knew who his father truly was. The Petrelli boys were kept in the dark of their parents' history and connection with the Company. Elle considers the Petrelli story to be like those ridiculous soap operas of the rich and famous families that she's been entertaining herself with since she was a young girl.
"Awfully nice of you to spend so much time with your brother, especially with the election and all coming up. But, Mr. Petrelli- oh- Nathan…we're taking real good care of him. Like I told you before, we'll call when there is any progress… or updates on his condition."
"Thank you, Bella." His eyes linger over her body, appreciating the revealing cleavage, tight colorful uniform, and spiked red stilettos. Nathan may be in mourning over his brother's condition, but he is a man after all. Elle fights the internal urge to purr and bask in the warmth of the attention. She flashes a practiced expression on her face. An emotion that she picked up from television shows that seem to fit this particular social interaction. The day time soaps taught her at a very young age how to be human. Probably contributes to Elle's overly dramatic social reactions.
She moves painfully close to the oldest Petrelli brother and gently places her hand on his arm in an attempt to be comforting. Nathan nervously shifts his weight at the sudden closeness of their bodies. Elle doesn't pick up on the newly developed tension. Elle has never been really good at personal space or boundaries. Most interactions she has with others has an underlying sexual energy, whether she's consciously aware of it or not.
Elle opens her mouth to recite something comforting, but a cell phone cuts her off. The political hopeful opens up his phone and is drawn into a lengthy and heated conversation regarding his campaign. Elle moves back to care taking the younger brother and shoots Nathan a disapproving look at the noise he's creating, forcing him to excuse himself into the hallway.
The empath is unconsciously struggling with something again. Elle gently dabs a sponge across Peter's forehead, wiping away the sweat. Whispers soothing words in his ear in attempts to calm his on-going night terrors. She puts all of her energy into attending to her patient and surprises herself with her natural care taking abilities that seemingly came out of thin air. Elle didn't know she had it in her. She assumed that maternal instincts were not part of her innate makeup. Who knew a sociopath could be so…compassionate.
Elle wonders what will happen when Peter wakes up. Will he be grateful, shower her with attention and compliments of her amazing skills as a nurse and provider? Feed into her naracistic need of excessive admiration and further heighten her grandiose sense of self-importance.
Since he's supposed to be powerful, will he be an alpha, dominant? Or is he just like the rest, pathetic and weak? Either way, she's itching to break him.
Elle's essence shifts... like something clicked, the lights suddenly are turned on in psycho play land. She begins to fantasize what Peter's screams sound like. Elle's eyes glaze over. She's back into her own inner world, humming a strange tune while dark, violent thoughts fill her mind. Images of pain, burning flesh, and blood darkens her psyche. Fills her up and makes her feel .... alive.
The door swings open, interrupting her dark stream of consciousness. Elle whirls around, her seductive smile is wiped clean when her eyes connect with a familiar face.
Cerulean electricity unconsciously flashes from Elle's eyes.
"Oh, Mrs. Petrelli. Lovely to see you again." Her accent drawls out. Elle has never been a particular fan of the precog. Her instincts scream whenever in her presence, experiences a strange, strong sensation that she can't quite identify around the older evolved human. Makes her feel on-edge and paranoid... more than usual, anyways.
"Elle Bishop." The matriarch hisses. Her hard eyes flash to Elle's outfit. "You look like trash."
"Now, now. Nathan seems to appreciate the look. Everybody loves a sexy nurse." Elle's voice is playful. She suddenly moves close to her patient and begins to slowly stroke Peter's face gently with her hands. "And I'm sure once your baby boy wakes up, he will too."
"Stay away from my sons." Mrs. Petrelli voice is sharp as daggers.
"And what are you going to do about it?" Elle laughs, "Attack me with your pathetic dreams. Please. Don't waste my time with idle threats."
"Shouldn't you be off with the other agents, worrying about that serial killer that put Peter in this state?" The older woman tries another approach. "I'm surprised you aren't part of that important operation."
"Don't worry, Mrs. Petrelli. The Company has plenty of suits addressing the Sylar case." Elle smiles widely, though the smile doesn't quite reach her eyes.
Elle knows that Angela Petrelli is trying to ruffle her feathers. And it's working. But Elle doesn't want to give the older woman the satisfaction, so she ignores the painful urge to blast her into smoke and ashes.
Elle's current assignment of watching over Peter Petrelli helps keep Sylar off of her mind…at least during the day. His brown eyes haunts her dreams.
"You don't have to worry about Peter, I'm watching over him." Angela insists, trying to play the mother. Elle doesn't trust Angela Petrelli one bit. The woman is notorious for lying, manipulation, and double crossing. Elle strongly believes that Mrs. Petrelli is somehow involved in the lengthy gaps in her memory, further heightening her mistrust and paranoia of the woman.
"We worry about anyone with abilities, Mrs. Petrelli. And don't even try that song and dance of how Peter hasn't manifested. No one has ever survived going up against Sylar. Peter is very special. And I'm taking real good care of him."
Angela growls at Elle. The petite blond agent ignores the older woman and begins to attend to Peter's IV.
Elle speaks with her back to the visitor, the body language indicates that she's not intimated or scared of the old hag. The accent has now vanished, her voice is dark and cold, reflecting her inner state of being. "Maybe you should go back to that big, comfy penthouse, Mrs. Petrelli. Take a nap and let us know if you dream of anything… significant."
The sound of the glass door slamming makes her lips twitch to a smile.
Elle studies pretty Peter Petrelli with such intensity. The beast inside her stirs with anticipation and excitement causing electricity to surge throughout her entire body. Elle begins to hum a strange tune while she twirls a long piece of Peter's hair between her perfectly manicured nails.
She sings to her patient. "You and me are going to have so much fun."
Author's Note:I love the idea of Elle dressed up in a nurse's outfit- scubs all cuties and girly...with red stilettos. Don't worry, I'll get to some Elle and Sylar action….soon-ish. I promise. This story will circulate around Elle during the end of Volume 1 and beginning of Volume 2. Oh, and our favorite invisible man may pop up next! ;)
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