"But I saved you."
(from the big bad bogyman who was just kissing her a moment ago, oh woe)
The poor boy (in those plaid shirts that he cared so dearly for) looked like had done her and the world a favor by saving her from the clutches of death, and those were the finger tips of Sylar, killer and once-upon-lover, but he was so wrong it was almost funny.
"I could have saved myself, Kent, I have two capable hands that are able to hurt everyone in the freaking world but you, I could have saved myself (but strangely I wouldn't have)."
But then he came flying in like fucking big hero and saved me from the monster that was my boy choices over the years (but what in the hell was I thinking, starting to the love the man that almost killed me twice and murdered my father?) and act like he did something grand and should be pet like a good dog for it.
No, he would done the whole world and all the heroes a great favor by letting the villain kill me because I'm not any better then goddamn Sylar.
(and I wish I wasn't speaking the truth for the first time in years and years)
"I highly doubt that, you didn't look like you were putting up much of a fight, what's wrong Elle?"
The good boy before me, the hero that was lending a hand out to the wrong person (the really wrong one) was standing before me becoming once again the hero that he was always meant to be.
And this was after having me safely tucked in his arms that held me with no chance of dropping, and becoming the first one to be truly worried about Elle Bishop.
"Everything, Clark, every goddamn thing."
And for the first time, well maybe not since Adam because back then he seemed to do the same thing (but he was lonely old but young man), someone wanted to hold me because they cared not because they wanted something.
Peter, Mohinder, Noah, Sylar andthe list goes on and on all but one man isn't on it, one Superman, one Clark Kent.
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