This is my first fic in a while, I just really wanted to do a story about Elle and Nathan. Please REVIEW!!!
Oh, and Elle is pregnant in this fanfic, she just doesn't know it yet. ;)
Elle opened her blue eyes. She was lying on the same bed she had been on for the past week.
The last week had been a blur. She remembered pain, a hot burning pain. She had been in a hospital dying from severe burns. Peter Petrelli had brought her there after he found her burning on the beach Hiro Nakamura had teleported her to. And of course Elle remembered Gabriel, more like Sylar now, trying to kill her. And he had thought he had. Elle had thought she was doomed for death too. She didn't remember being set on fire, luckily, and Peter had tried to explain it to her but she didn't really want to know. The man she had loved betrayed her. Yes, she had loved him. And she had been sure that he loved her back. But Bennet had screwed with his head and ruined everything.
Peter entered her room. "You awake?" he asked.
Elle nodded. "Yep." Peter had been extremely sweet, letting her stay at his apartment and keeping care of her. He'd also given Elle some of his blood so she could heal fully. Elle was very grateful and tried to be the best guest possible, never calling on Peter unless it was completely necessary. Honestly she wasn't even sure why he was being so kind, she had never done anything for him. And when he had been bleeding and hurt outside Pinehearst she hadn't helped him, she had ran straight into the building. "I guess that the difference between hero and villain," she thought.
Peter sat on the edge of her bed. "Well you know I'm not much of a cook but I decided to whip up something special today." He pulled out a plate from behind his back and set it on her lap. "Waffles!"
Elle smiled. "Thanks. This is great."
Peter shrugged. "Just trying to please you." He got up and started to leave the room. Elle almost let him go, but she had to know.
"Why?" she asked.
Peter turned around. "Huh?"
"Why? Why are you being so nice? I've never done anything nice for you, in fact I've been a complete bitch. Why are you doing all this?"
Peter smiled. "Well...not a complete bitch, but I suppose you could have been nicer."
"But I never was. So why did you rescue me? Why are you treating on me like a patient?"
"Because. I love helping people. I always have. And you're no exception. When you were on the beach you were seconds away from death and after a dose of my blood you were alone. I wanted to help you."
Elle smiled back at him. "Well you definitely have. Thank you."
Peter started to leave again but then stopped and came back into the room. "Listen Elle, I got a call from Matt Parkman. He needs my help in Africa, there's a group of people that have recently discovered their abilities and some people aren't handling it...well. I told him I was keeping care of you so I wasn't sure but I made a few phone calls and I think we can work something out."
Elle was a little confused but let him go on.
"You're still not in shape to be keeping care of yourself"-
"Peter, I told you I'm fine! If you need to go to Africa then I can stay in a hotel until I figure...things...out."
Peter shook his head. "No way, it's not safe for you."
Elle realized why Peter was acting this way. "This isn't about me...it's about him."
Peter was quiet for a moment. "...He's been spotted in New York, not very far away from here. I can't have you alone and injured in a hotel room, you'd be a sitting duck."
"Does he even know I'm alive?"
Peter shook his head. "No...well...we don't think so. But you never know, he may have gone back to the beach and noticed there was a strange lack of a charred body."
Elle hadn't really thought about him that much since her recovery, at least she had tried not to. And Peter hadn't mentioned him that much either. Thinking about Gabr-...Sylar made her feel sick to her stomach.
"So then what's gonna happen to me?" she asked.
Peter seemed relieved at the change of conversation. "I called in a favour, someone will be keeping care of you."
Elle frowned. She wasn't really sure what to think. "Who?"
Nathan Petrelli sat down at his desk and read the latest polls. He was in the lead with Mitchel Janssen close behind. Nathan frowned and put the paper back down. Sure he was in first, but things could easily change. He had to make sure there were no liabilities, no anything that would hurt his chances of winning the election. That's when the doorbell rang.
Nathan walked over to the door but before answering it, he looked in the mirror and checked his appearance. He had to make sure he looked his best at all times just in case someone important came over unexpectedly. He put on his widest smile and opened the door. "Hello-Peter?"
At his door was his younger brother and standing with him was a young woman, early 20's, that looked oddly familiar. "Can I help you with something?" he asked rather irritated.
Peter smiled. "Yeah. You know how I said I needed a favour?"
Nathan vaguely remembered the conversation they had had the other day. "Yes..."
"Well, this is it." He pointed at the girl.
Nathan's grin vanished. "Wait, what?"
Please REVIEW! I'll be posting a new chapter tomorrow or Monday! :)