Elle Bishop 1 : The Resurrection of Elle Bishop

by youlately

Elle Bishop has been shot by Noah Bennett and is dying. Elle and Sylar are trapped on a cold beach. After having vacillated between good and evil Sylar chooses to kill Elle Bishop. Yet what we have seen may not be the whole story. What is Elle's destiny?

1. Chapter 1

The Resurrection of Elle Bishop

Chapter 1

By

Youlately

(Authors note: I reloaded this revised version by chapters 1-6 because I did it incorrectly the first time I tried - Thanks for the help this is my first fanfiction story ever posted)

Season 3 (This alternative story still preserves the current story line of Sylar killing Elle right through to the end of Season 4)

Time – Place-Setting: Season Three- Elle's death scene: This scene takes place on the beach.

Just hours before Elle and Sylar found themselves being trapped on the beach, Elle and Sylar had been tracked by an angry Noah Bennett hell-bent on killing them both. While standing in the window of a house where Sylar and Elle were talking and making plans for a new and better life, Noah shot Elle with a high powered rifle in the left hip. Still in pain from a previous gunshot to her right arm Elle is now seriously injured and severely compromised. Sylar and Elle escape and go through a series of discussions and vacillations of good verses evil. In the end despite already having absorbed her power of blue lightening; Sylar still chooses to kill Elle that night on the beach, and burn her remains. This story begins moments before her painful and unnoticed death.

Chapter 1

Elle Bishop's Death

"I don't know if I can go any further!" Elle cried out.

Sylar frustrated and angry let Elle's injured body collapse on the cold wet sand. The wind from the ocean was frigid and Sylar could see Elle tremble and shake in the night time breeze. She rolled to her side to take the pressure off of her injured hip. Her business suit was covered in wet sand, and the waist of her white blouse was soaked with red blood. Elle struggled to sit up, and put hand pressure on her bleeding wound.

"He's going to find us you know." Elle blurted out in a panicked voice. "We're never going to be safe from him unless we kill him first!" She shouted angrily looking into Sylar's eyes.

Sylar took a moment to weigh her plea. This was not what he wanted. No matter how hard he tried, there seemed to be no escaping his destiny of endless killing. Whether for power, for pleasure or to save himself, the forces of the world have always conspired to make him a killer. Sylar looked at Elle's frail body and squinted.

"I'm sorry Elle, but there is no we. Not anymore. I thought it was all going to be different; that I was going to be different, but I see now how wrong I was." Sylar's eyes turned cold as he cocked his head to one side and started to raise a finger.

Tears filled Elle's gray eyes, and her mouth trembled as she tried to speak. Her heart welled up inside her throat and her mouth contorted as she silently cried. Elle looked up and gasped out to the sky:

"I have no one. I'm all alone. Please Gabriel, not here, not like this !" Elle stopped cold as she looked into Sylar's face and a wave of futility washed over her. Elle now knew that her short life was truly going to come to an end.

"You're not a monster Gabriel. I don't want to die."

"That's where your wrong Elle. I am a monster, and you helped make me what I am today." Sylar says pointing his finger at Elle's head. "I'll never forget you Elle. Who knows… perhaps in a different life if there is such a thing?..." He says shrugging his shoulders.

Sylar twisted his hand with the intention of searing Elle's skull open, suddenly a white light flashed and for a split second the beach became bright as daylight. Sylar shielded his eyes and squinted to see.

"Gabriel stop!" Demanded a loud voice a short distance from behind Elle.

Sylar was disoriented, he dropped his finger and stepped back and glared into the darkness trying to glimpse the personage of the voice.

Still recovering from the blinding light, Sylar can only make out a silhouette of a man who calmly steps forward and kneels beside Elle. He cradles her limp body in his arms and turns to look at Sylar.

"I can't harm you Gabriel, I'm not here to fight you."

"Then what?" Asks Sylar.

"You don't want to do this."

"Oh I think I do. Who are you?" Sylar says in an authoritative and perturbed tone.

"I know it means little to you now, and you won't believe me, but I am now and always have been your friend, and I'm here to help you." Said the stranger holding Elle's failing body. "my god" He whispers almost silently. "You're so cold!" He says pressing Elle's head into her hair.

"She's dying Gabriel. I need your help to save her."

"I know she's dying that's what I'm here for, and my name isn't Gabriel. Now WHO ARE YOU!"

Elle twists her head and looks at the man whose warm body is sustaining her with warmth.

"I know you." Elle says in a gravelly voice. "You worked for my father."

With this news, Sylar is noticeably agitated.

Quickly the stranger turns to Sylar and in a warm and calm voice he says.

"I really am here to help you Gabriel, I'm not with the company. I never was, at least not in the way you think."

Sylar begins to raise his hand.

"You're going to have to do better than that. " Sylar again squints his eyes trying to take in what the stranger has said. "You say you are my friend, but I don't know you, I've never seen you before this very moment."

"Time and space are not what they used to be Gabriel, you know that's true, you've traveled through time already."

Sylar cocks his head and contemplates that statement. Then in a calmer voice again asks:

"Why do you call me that name? That isn't my name! My name is Sylar."

The man nods. "Sylar then… but it is not how I know you."

Without warning Elle's body begins to shiver, then there is an alarming jerk. Elle grabs at the stranger's arm. She convulses slightly, and a look of terror fills her face. Groggy and shaking she gasps into his ear. "Help me."

Not daring to look at Sylar for fear of death, Elle nuzzles her body into the only source of warmth on the beach. Her vision is burry, the words she hears are now nonsensical and disconnected. Her thoughts seem separated from her body. Elle is going into shock.

"Sylar! We can talk later but for the sake of any feeling you may once have had for Elle, please I'm begging you to stop this and help me now. She's going to die even if you don't kill her."

Sylar turns his head to look at Elle.

"You're body regenerates Gabriel. Hers doesn't. Your empathy, your feelings are buried inside you because you can't die. But try to remember, try to understand what it's like to be in pain, to be vulnerable, try to feel what she's feeling. Can't you feel her pain, her desperation…can't you feel her dying? Have you lost all of your humanity?"

Sylar blinks as if looking at lifeless statue on the ground. Sylar contemplates the stranger's words. It was true he thought. 'I don't feel human anymore.'

"And why exactly am I saving her?" Asks Sylar as he points his finger to the stranger's head.

"For god's sake Gabrel!" He shouts with tears in his voice. "She's just a kid. She's been lied to, manipulated, and used her whole life. Yet out of that cold jail-cell of a life, she found a portion of her heart to care for you, to like you, to love you. Can't you do the same for her!"

"She and Noah studied me like a caged specimen. She used me by making me think she really liked me!" Sylar's voice was now becoming unhinged. He closed his hand into a fist. "I should kill her just for that."

"Think about it Gabriel. Noah is trying his best to kill Elle. It wasn't Elle who betrayed you it was Noah. Did it ever occur to you for a minute that Elle has never been in control of her life?" He said in desperation.

"And just how do you know all of this?" Asked Sylar.

"I have a gift Gabriel. That's why I am here at this exact time, in this place at this moment. I can see alternative futures for people with special powers. More precisely I can see intersections or congruency's where I can interact and change their lives for a better purpose." The man looks straight at Sylar's face unflinching. "My name is Cyrus, and I have seen your future Sylar, believe me when I say you could do better than living and dying alone and unloved."

Sylar pauses for a moment and asks: "How do you mean better."

"You have gifts like no man has or will ever see Gabriel. I have seen your future, and it lacks a purpose, you have no vision. Did it ever occur to you that your destiny is up to you? But this is where it changes for better or for the worse. Right here, right now!"

Elle's body again twitches and shakes and Cyrus desperately pulls her closer and tighter, and whispers into her ear: "You have to fight, you have to live. Humanity depends on you Elle. It all depends on you!"

Sylar smiles a knowing smile.

"You love her don't you? This isn't about me at all. It's all about Elle!"

"Humanity needs Elle more than you could ever imagine Gabriel. The world needs her, and the world needs you not to kill her. I'm begging you to listen and put aside your craving for killing. Yes I know about that too!"

Ignoring his plea Sylar demands coldly: "And you fell in love how exactly?"

"I've seen Elle's future Gabriel. She is not the girl you see here. She has a life with meaning. It is the future Elle that I … I have come to save. It is a future that she never dared dream for herself. Her father created her for his own purpose. Now you can give her a new life Gabriel, free of manipulation and duplicity."

"And what of me? What's my future?"

"I'll tell you Gabriel. I'll tell you what I know, but right now Elle needs you." Cyrus said looking back at Elle's colorless face.

"Just a few drops of your blood on her wounds could speed her recovery. Your blood can heal Gabriel. It may be your greatest gift of all!"

Sylar thinks about this last piece of news as thought he had just learned the combination of a safe full of money.

"Well that's new. I think I want to see this." Sylar says as he kneels on Elle's side.

Sylar unwraps Elle's arm from the sling and with a gesture he tears the bandage from her arm. With a focused intensity Sylar uses his power to slice his thumb and reopen Elle's wound. He presses his bleeding thumb into her wound and his blood merges with hers.

In less than a minute Elle's face regains a faint amount of color. She opens her eyes and weakly recoils from the sight of Sylar grinning above her.

"Welcome back from the dead Elle. Have a nice trip?"

"There's more Gabriel. Her hip is shattered. She can never have children unless you fix it."

Sylar looks at Cyrus as though to ask a question, but Elle grips Sylars arm in desperation and pulls him closer.

Tears fill Elle's eyes: "Please Gabriel, do this. It hurts so much!"

Sylar does nothing but study Elle's hip wound, and Elle awkwardly looks at Cyrus.

"You know how to fix her don't you Gabriel? It was your first gift wasn't it?" Cyrus asked.

"You have always had the gift of fixing broken things."

Cyrus looked right at Gabriel and put his hand on Sylar's arm. "She's just a kid. Don't take this away from her."

With a jerk Sylar quickly pulls his arm away. Then more calmly repositions himself above Elle.

Sylar pauses a moment, and then straddles Elle's body. He places his bloody hand on her hip and looks inside her body.

"You didn't tell me everything did you." Sylar says calmly turning to the stranger with a sly smile.

"There are things you aren't telling me Cyrus." Sylar says pressing on Elle's shattered side. Elle gasps sharply in pain.

"You're going to be alright Elle, your bones are going to heal, I can see it." Sylar reassures her, as he brushes her cheek with his bloody hand.

Elle for the first time in hours feels warmth inside her body, quickly it spreads to her arms and legs, and her body is soon a mass of prickly pins and needles as feeling begins to return to her limbs.

Elle looks into Sylar's face and says nothing. She struggle to croak out the words Thank You, but just grasps his arm as he brusquely turns away.

Turning to the stranger Sylar says: "Now tell me everything."

Cyrus gently lays Elle down and turns to Sylar.

"Perhaps it's best I show you." Says Cyrus as he grips Sylar's right arm in his left hand and then placing his right hand on Sylar's head Cyrus closes his eyes. Soon the visions of Sylar's past and future start to pour into Sylar's head. Sylar sees his life, his childhood, his mother. Then Sylar once again feels him self plunge the scissors into his mother's chest and watches the life drain from her eyes. Sylar pulls back.

A voice inside his head reassures him. It is Cyrus's voice speaking to him: "Gabriel, your mother's death was an accident. But it haunts you to this day. If you kill Elle it would be no accident, and that action, that memory would poison your consciousness forever. It would be unbearable for you." As Sylar hears the words he again sees the stream of images that is his life.

Sylar sees his life unfold. It unfolds exactly as it had been with no changes. Sylar pushes the stranger back screaming.

"No you lied, you lied! I am a monster."

Sylar jumps to his feet and looks down at Elle. In a rage he raises his finger and without hesitation slices open Elle's head as she screams and goes limp. Sylar looks around and sees no one else. The beach is empty, he is alone. With tears in his eyes he gathers Elle's lifeless body into his arms and sobs.

Thirty feet away Elle clings to the stranger named Cyrus who is quickly pulling her away, half dragging her, Cyrus pushes Elle into the dark shadows of the hillside on the abandoned beach.

"What is he doing?" Elle demands looking back at Sylar grasping at air.

"He has seen the only future I can show him. He's right Elle I cannot see an alternative future for Sylar that I can change. So I showed him the one future that brought me here and now."

"What's that. What did he see?" Elle demands pulling on the man's arm.

"Your death Elle, your death. Even now he thinks he is killing you, and since I was not in the future vision of your death, Sylar has absolutely no recollection of me ever being here."

Elle looked back at the sobbing man on the beach holding nothing but sand and air in his clutching arms.

Tears filled Elle's eyes, her throat tightens with the feeling of her own beating heart choking her words as she spoke.

"You mean I was supposed to die."

"Yes"

"And you had no idea if you could save me because you couldn't see a …. intersection?"

"A congruency… I'm sorry Elle I only saw your death."

"And if I had died would anyone have cared?" Elle said biting her lower trembling lip, not wanting to hear what she already knew.

"No" He said hesitantly. "In the turmoil of Angela's takeover of the company… no one notices…no one asks. "

Elle dropped to her knees and cried. She pounded the sand and pulled at her hair. "You should have let me die! I don't fit in this world." She pleaded.

"I know" Cyrus says kneeling by her. "There is a price to pay for the things you have done. If you want a different future, the future I once saw, a future other than what you have seen on this beach, then there is a penance to pay."

Elle looked up at Cyrus's face. "A penance? There can be a penance for me?" Elle said angril Do you even know the things I've done?"

"Better choices mean a better life Elle. And you need to start making them right now because if we don't find out why, your going to be murdered in less than two days."

Elle stopped cold. "But you just saved me!"

"Every new future leads to new interactions. I have seen this death of yours many times, a vendetta for killing a man in his pub. A man with friends in low places."

A gentle hand reached down and touched Elle's shoulder. Elle jerked around suddenly to see an old man smiling at her. He seemed gentle and kind but he looked tired and bone-weary. In an Irish accent he speaks to Elle: "Its time to go lass." He says with a sad smile.

As he touched her head a flash of light blinded Elle. The smell of the beach was soon replaced by the smell of stale beer and dust.

When Elle's eyes cleared she could instantly tell she was somewhere she had been before. Somewhere she did not want to be.

"How did we get here!" Elle demanded.

"Its time darlin." Said the old man as he removes his hand from Elle's shoulder.

"I don't want to be here, I can't be here! This isn't safe, this isn't where we should be!" Elle said in a panic.

"You're wrong Elle. Did you think changing a life is all done in one finger snap and then everything is alright? You made a mess of your life, and if we do nothing about it make no mistake, you will be murdered. Shot in the head without any warning."

Elle reacted with a panicked look and a harried voice.

"This is where I killed a man. Right here in this bar. If his friends find me they'll kill me. Do you understand. I would have to kill again to save myself. Please please! I don't want that. I don't want to be here. " Elle says in a panic stricken voice.

"Elle look at me" Cyrus says holding Elle's scared face. "Your right. The people here mean to kill you. The man you killed was in his own way a good man, and he had friends. People who would avenge his death by killing you. " He says holding her squirming body tighter. "You're right, they truly want to kill you, and if we do absolutely nothing they will kill you. Holding you now I can see it. You have less than 2 days to live. "

"But you said you see intersections. You know places where you can change things. You can change things right?"

"I don't know Elle. When it comes to your life there are no congruences that I can see."

"What! Why!"

"I don't know? All I know is I have seen your alternative futures, and I have no clue as to how to alter them."

"Then why are we even here?"

"Because if we don't make our own fate, you will be dead. I can change your future, but I can't bring you back to life. Do you understand that? I promised Edward I would bring you here if he helped me save you from Sylar. That is the bargain I made. Their going to hear you out, they won't kill you while you're under Edward's protection."

"I don't understand? Why would they listen to me?" Elle says in a panic.

"Because I told them the truth, that the world needs you, humanity needs you. "

Elle cocked her head and looked at Cyrus as though he were crazy.

"I don't think you have the right girl. Claire is the chosen one. Do you know anything about me at all?" Asked Elle as she stepped back looking for an exit.

"I killed a man, I killed a good man right here for absolutely nothing. I killed Caitlan's brother, for no other reason than I could."

"Elle! Elle! Are you sorry?" Blurted Cyrus.

Elle stopped cold.

"Are you sorry that you killed that man for no reason other than self hatred?"

Elle's mouth began to quiver. "I'd take it all back if I could." She looks at the floor. "But you already said not even you can bring the dead back to life. No one's going to forgive me for this. We should have never come here." Elle says despondently.

"Running is no answer lass, you can't hide from yourself." Said Edward calmly. Tell her Cyrus, tell her." He said pausing. "She has everything to die for and nothing to live for. Tell her now before my niece sees her like this. I've had a belly full of killing to last a lifetime."

Cyrus looked at Elle, and pulls her close to him.

Elle's forehead was now touching his head. Elle looked up at the man that she only briefly ever saw at The Company, she saw a softness in his eyes she had never seen before. All she could salvage from her runny nose and swollen eyes was a pathetic and weak: "You told Sylar I save the world. Is that true?"

"No I said you save humanity, there's a difference."

"So I have a purpose, a reason to be alive?" She asked earnestly.

The man held Elle in his arms and whispered to her:

"If only you could see what I have seen Elle."

" Six months ago I touched you hand at the water fountain. It was there that I saw it. For the first time ever I saw a future for you that was hopeful, beautiful, a future with love and contentment. It is a beautiful life. A good life. I could see it as if I was standing next to you. You have a son, he is strong and athletic. He makes you laugh. And then there is your daughter. She is so beautiful, so pretty and she has your eyes, your gray piercing eyes and blonde hair. If you could just see how happy your children make you, you would fight with every cell in your body to stay alive to see it." Cyrus squeezed his strong hands on her tiny shoulders and then held her out at arms length.

"The girl I see here is pretty, but the woman in my visions, the woman that is you is beautiful. Beautiful because she is filled with love."

Elle's face crinkles with doubt. "I can't imagine that life." Elle says clinging to Cyrus. "I don't deserve that life."

"Not yet lass, not yet, but you will." Says Edward. "Everyone deserves a second chance at love."

"Elle I need you to promise you won't use your power to harm anyone, even if they intend to kill you Elle. You have to trust me. You have to have faith in me. I am telling this to you now because…"

"We have visitors."

A chill went up Elle's spine.

Chapter 2 (Elle Bishop is Death)