A Hero From Neptune Chapter 1: Blurred Oblivion, a heroes fanfic

This is a Heroes/Veronica Mars crossover. I got the idea to write one like this because a) I love Heroes and b) I loved Veronica Mars (RIP). Its going to involve more of the Heroes characters so those of you who do not know anything about Veronica Mars need not worry. Anything I include from Veronica Mars will be explicitly detailed as to not leave anyone out.

This first chapter is a little shorter then I will be making the chapters that follow because I want to see how many people take an interest to my story. Whether you review or subscribe I will continue because I love writing and my vision for this story is really cool(to me at least)

So here it is, the first chapter. I hope you enjoy it.

Her vision was blurred so she blinked a few times to bring the room into focus. Once she saw the confines of what looked like a prison hospital, she blinked again to make sure what she was seeing was real. The rubber straps that confined her head, wrists, torso and legs confirmed that she was not in a good situation. The door to the room opened and a weasel-looking bald guy with glasses walked in with a smile on his face.

"Hello Veronica," Behind him a black man entered. She took in every detail she could so that when she escaped she would be able to identify these men.

"Who are you?" She tried to yell but her words came out soft and slurred. The familiar feeling of being drugged washed over her.

"That's not important," the bald man shook his head, "But you're a very special girl."

"What," Her eyes were getting heavy again, "what are you talking about?"

"You don't need to worry about that right now," the man smiled again, "I'll see you on the other side."

"What other side? What are you doing to me?" Veronica began to panic as the man her alone in the room with the black man.

"Don't worry Veronica," He spoke with an exotic accent, "This won't hurt a bit."

Veronica Mars finally succumbed to the drugs and was asleep yet again.

"Thank God you're awake sweetie," the bald man said, approaching her bedside, "You gave us all quite a scare."

"What?" She asked, her throat dry, "Who are you?"

The man's smile faded, "Sweetie, its me. Your father."

"I don't understand," tears began to fall from her eyes, "I don't know what's going on."

"The doctor said this was quite possible." the man shook his head, "you've shocked yourself into amnesia. God I told you to be careful around water."

"I was electrocuted?" She tried to form a thought in her mind.

"Sweetheart," The man unstrapped her body from the bed, "Pick something in the room and concentrate real hard."

She sat up in the bed and looked at the clock over the door. The man raised her hand and within seconds a bolt of blue lightening sprang from her fingers and hit the clock.

"Elle, you're a very special girl." Her father smiled, enjoying the shock on her face.

The door opened again and revealed an Indian man in a lab coat. He glanced up at the clock and then glared at the man.

"Do you really think its wise to be destroying the facilities?" The Indian doctor whispered to the man.

"You were right Dr. Suresh. She doesn't remember a thing," The man smiled slightly before turning back to her, "Elle this is Dr. Suresh. Do you remember him?"

"No," She shook her head glancing at her fingertips. She still couldn't figure out how she did that.

"Bob, I need to run tests. Make sure there is no other damage then her mind." Suresh pushed Bob out of the way as he took out his stethescope to begin examining the newest test subject.

"Daddy will be back when he's done," Bob smiled waving at her as he backed out of the room. He watched the two interact from the other side of the fake mirror.

"How?" was the only word she could get out.

"You have a genetic mutation. My father discovered it. I'm here to finish his work." Dr. Suresh pricked and prodded with different tools and instruments.

She examined her fingers some more trying to find some kind of difference in her hand from his. There was no hidden generator or anything.

"Will I get my memory back?" She asked as he took notes.

"Probably not," He shook his head glancing back at the mirror, "But I'm sure your father will fill you in on your life."

She nodded, soaking in all the information. She was a mutant, a freak, something she never knew existed.

"So, what's the verdict?" Bob rubbed his hands together, "Is she suitable for our purposes?"

"Not only did you rip this poor girl from her family and friends but you've taken her memories of them," Mohinder Suresh was obviously furious, "All for your sick little experimentation. I thought you were supposed to be helping these people not ruining their lives."

"Mohinder, you're not seeing the big picture. I'm helping this girl. I'm giving her an identity, a purpose. Do you think she would've been okay in the real world with millions of volts of electricity exploding from her fingertips? Do you know how many lives we are saving by just keeping her here?" Bob looked deeply into the doctors' eyes, "Now she can learn to harness her powers to help with our purpose. I needed to protect her from herself."

In a twisted way Mohinder understood what Bob was trying to do. He had made many valid points in keeping this girl here with a clean slate to mold. He just hoped that the cost wouldn't end up biting them in the end.

"Can you tell me about my life?" She sat up in her bed as Bob walked in carrying a tray of food.

"Sure, Elle, what would you like to know?" He placed the food on the table and invited her to sit across from him.

"Everything."

This day marked the start of many meetings of the same kind. Bob would tell her anecdotes from her childhood and bring PhotoShopped pictures of her with him. And soon she had nothing else to do but believe him. She ate up every word he fed to her. Her name was Elle Bishop. She was 18 years old, home schooled all her life. Never really possessed real friends besides her tight bond with her father. They discovered she had special powers when she was seven years old. Her father had decided to start this company to research and help those who were different. Elle was attacked the other day in the rain and while defending herself ended up shocking herself into a coma. She woke up a month later with amnesia. That's all she cared to remember anyway.

Bob walked in with a suit and handed it to Elle.

"What is this?" She asked finding a security badge clipped to the jacket.

"I think its time you come back to work," Bob smiled, nodding in reassurance.

Elle went into the bathroom where she changed into the sleek black suit with a royal blue button-down shirt underneath. She looked older than she felt as she gathered her had at the nape of her neck and secured her it with an elastic band. She emerged from the bathroom looking like she had never even been living in hospital gowns and slipper socks for the past week.

"What do I do?" She questioned looking at her all access pass.

"Well before the accident you were a field worker. You used to find people with abilities like you and bring them in," Bob ushered her out of the room, "But I want to start you off slow. We have a new person staying with us. I want you to help him."

They walked to the elevator and rode it a floor down. When they approached a door, Bob swiped his card and the door buzzed. He opened it and waited for Elle to walk in first.

"His name is Peter Petrelli and he is very powerful," Bob pointed to a brunette boy sitting in a cell like room.

"Is that why he's in there?" Elle touched the glass between them. The boy didn't look up at the pair staring at him.

"He's dangerous so if you need to give him a little jolt." Bob pushed her towards the door, "He'll know who's boss then."

"Hello Peter," She surprised him, "My name is Elle."

Think of this as a pilot episode. More characters will be involved in the coming chapters. Some plotlines from this past season of Heroes will be worked into this story.

Remember to give me some feedback, anything that lets me know its worth writing.

--Brittany