Authors Note: Okay so this is just a different take on the Elle, Claire, HRG and Sylar confrontation in the episode 'The Eclipse part 1' Just my view on what should have happened. Kind of Elle/Claire.

A different take on The Eclipse Part 1

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Elle knew what she had to do. Her hands gripped tight against the cold gun, with her index finger resting ever so gently upon the trigger. She closed her eyes willing herself to stop shaking, to stop thinking about what she was to do. A shaky breath in and a wavering one out, was all she managed as her eyes shot open focusing on the huge scuffle between Noah Bennett and Sylar…Or was it Gabrielle now? She cursed herself internally for the loss of her abilities, feeling more vulnerable now than she had felt in a long time.

Although her whole body was visibly shaking, she wanted her aim to be true…A great shot, just like when she had her powers, so with a determined breath in she raised the gun. Well that part was easy, now for the next part. Elle had barely refocused on Noah's ever moving body when she heard Claire's voice…so strong and yet so painful.

'Elle, don't!' Elle turned her head watching as Claire walked closer to her, feeling suddenly so small she did the only thing she knew how to do…

'Stay back, or…or I'll shoot you!' Her strained voice shocked the younger blonde; she had never really seen Elle Bishop as vulnerable as now.

'Elle please,' Claire begs. 'It doesn't have to be like this!'

'Yes it does!' There was so much noise surrounding her, Claire's accusing eyes hurting her every muscle. She just wanted it all to stop, to be in control. She needed to shoot Bennett, even just to hurt him show him how she feels…but she can't why is it so hard?

'I am not letting you shoot my dad!' Her voice is rough and cuts Elle like a knife, causing a nauseating feeling to rise in the pit of her stomach. What do I do? I can't do this? Why can't I do this?! She stumbles noticeably, her legs feel like jelly and the gun like lead.

'You gunna…st—stop me cheerleader?' She stutters her voice quivering, why? Why can't she pull herself together? Without meaning to or even consciously having any knowledge or control over her body, Elle's knees buckle, it's painful as she hit the ground her knees smashing into the floor below…but all Elle cares about is the sudden lack of oxygen she has.

'Elle!' Claire yells watching the older blonde take short gasps of air, her hands still firmly placed on the gun.

'Elle, are you okay?' She yells once again taking more and more steps closer to the hyperventilating girl, Elle can't answer…she wants to. She wants to scream for help, to feel in control once again but her mind is blurred and vision laced with salty tears. All she wants is to feel safe, no more fear or vulnerability!

'Elle, just breathe.' Claire whispers placing her hand on the cold gun and another on Elle's arm, willing the girl to release the only sense of control she has left.

'What…ya-gunna…do, cheerleader. Shoot me?' The older blonde manages to splutter, pulling away from Claire aggressively.

'No, no Elle, please let me help you, I won't hurt you…promise.' Again Claire places her hand over the gun and one wrapped tightly on Elle's wrist, calm and soothingly she kneels down. Although Elle has different plans as she thrusts her body weight away from the younger girl, trying desperately to free her wrist from Claire's strong embrace.

'Get. Off. Me!' She yells now her lungs are really panging for air, and as a sudden panic attack hits her she releases the gun. Her free arm rushing to clutch her chest as air becomes little. Her eyes closing tightly as tear after tear trickles down her flushed face.

'Elle, calm down.' Claire sooths using most of her strength to pull the fighting Elle into her body; her heart breaking at just how scared and confused the older girl seems to be, 'its okay Elle, It's alright.'

The need for air is unbearable, like she is drowning or suffocating. She needs to get away to be alone, but Claire is holding her tight. Soothing her to the best of her ability and Elle can't help but feel protected, Claire's hand is stroking her hair and her other arm is strongly around her waist; Keeping the still struggling blonde close, unwilling to release her in case she does something stupid…or hurts herself in her panicked state.

'Shhhh, it's okay Elle; Just breathe.' Her words are calming as Elle slows her struggle; she's still tense as Claire readjusts her position cradling the older women from the back, with warm arms wrapped protectively around her waist. Claire is so gentle and Elle automatically thinks that is a bad thing, shutting her eyes as a means to escape to forget.

Claire can feel the soft shaking of Elle's body as tears stream down her face, she wants to take away the pain, but she knows that she will never be able to. She can only whisper soothing words to a broken girl and hope they will heal at least the small cracks.

Elle's crying becomes quieter although Claire can still feel the slight racking of her body, and the occasional gulp for air. She keeps rocking the older blonde back and forth, trying desperately to drown out her fathers and Sylars loud yelling as they try to outwit each other…in what looks to Claire like amateur wrestling crossed between ballet.

'Claire?' Elle says in no more than a tiny whisper. Claire's embrace tightens a little reassuring Elle that she is there to help, not harm.

'Yeah Elle.'

'Thank you,' Elle sounds like any normal person, her over confident and half cocked attitude nowhere to be seen. Just a genuine 'thank you' filled with many emotions. Her hand automatically grabs Claire's as the younger girl moves slightly, Elle not wanting the securer feeling to go. Claire smiles silently before placing a gentle kiss on Elle's forehead, her arms gripping tighter as she whispers in the blondes' ear.

'Any time Elle, anytime.' And for the first time in a long time Elle finally feels safe.

The End

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Authors Note: Okay what do you think? Is it worthy of a review, even just a little one?

I wrote this sleep deprived, so if it doesn't make sense I'm sorry. I've been thinking of writing this for a while now, and am debating whether I should continue into a longer story. But that is up to you, I will continue if you want me to.

Anyway I must stop rambling and go to bed, it is extremely late!

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Riddle: See if you can guess this.

You can hear me but your friends have no idea I'm there. What am i?