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Nathan stared at Peter with an unreadable expression.
Peter smiled at his older brother. "I need a favour, and you're going to help. Elle needs a place to"-
"Wait," Nathan said as he recognized the name. "Elle...aren't you the daughter of Bob Bishop?"
Elle nodded slowly. "Was."
Nathan was slightly confused. "Was?"
Peter grabbed his brother's arm. "I'll explain everything to you inside." He turned around to Elle. "There's a room at the top of the stairs to the left, that's the guest room."
Elle headed up the stairs. The moment she was gone, Nathan turned to his brother. "What the hell were you thinking? I can't have her staying here! I can already see the headline 'Petrelli's New Fling Moves In'. The election is only a couple months away, I can't have anything like this ruining my chances."
"Listen Nathan, I really need you to help me out here. She's...in danger. We think Sylar may be after her."
Nathan rolled his eyes. "Even more reason to not want her here. I can't have a mass-murderer hanging around!"
Peter shook his head. "He won't give you any trouble, he killed a boy in Costa Verdes the other day that can fly, he doesn't need your power. All you need to do is keep him from getting to Elle."
"Why is she so special?" he asked curiously.
"Well...it's not her power, he already has her power. I called Claire's father...her adoptive father," he added quickly. "And he told me that Sylar blames Elle for his hunger, his need to kill people."
Nathan sighed and sat down on his couch. "Please Peter, I cannot deal with this right now."
"Listen, you don't have to worry about any 'fling' headlines, tell people she's your cousin and she's staying at your house because her parents are touring the Bahamas." Peter sat down beside Nathan. "You have no idea what Elle has gone through, I won't be gone that long I just need you to help for a week or two."
Nathan thought about it. He really didn't want Elle staying here, but a week couldn't hurt...could it? "Fine, but only for 2 weeks. If you're not back by then, she's on the streets."
Peter smiled wide. "Thanks man, I totally owe you for this one."
"No kidding," Nathan muttered.
"I gotta go, my flight leaves in an hour. Make her feel welcome ok?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever." Nathan said waving Peter off. "Have fun in...wherever you're going."
Peter left. Nathan sighed and walked upstairs to the guest room. Elle was unpacking the few belongings she had in her bag.
"So..." Nathan said searching for a conversation topic. "Umm...what's your ability?"
Elle looked up briefly at him then turned back to her bag. "I can create and manipulate electricity."
"Oh. That's cool."
Elle shrugged as she continued to unpack.
"So...if anyone asks you're my cousin and you're staying here because"-
"My parents are touring the Bahamas." She finished for him. "Peter already told me our cover story."
Nathan nodded. Elle was finished unpacking and she sat on the bed. Nathan wanted to leave but felt he should talk to her more, try and make her feel comfortable around him. "So Elle...uh, why is Sylar blaming you for his 'hunger' thingy?"
Elle looked at the ground. "I don't want to talk about it."
Nathan knew that was a hint to shut up but his curiosity got the best of him. "Hey, you're staying at my house for the next while. I think I have a right to know why I need to protect you from a mass-murderer."
Elle glared at him. "It's nothing. Just leave it alone ok?"
Nathan glared back at her. "Fine then. I guess all girls are entitled to their secrets." He left the room angrily.
Elle sighed and laid back on the bed. She missed Peter already.
Elle woke up to the sound of someone knocking on her door. "What?" she groaned.
A maid walked into the room. "Miss Bishop? Breakfast is ready downstairs."
"Meh," she mumbled pulling the covers over her head.
"Mr. Petrelli requests your presence at breakfast."
Elle popped her head out from underneath the sheets. "Honestly, and I mean honestly, do I really look like I care what 'Mr. Petrelli requests'?"
The maid looked at her for a second. "No, I can't say you do."
"Tell Nathan I'll be downstairs later...maybe."
The maid seemed taken aback by Elle's rather rude response but left all the same. Elle rolled out of bed lazily and got changed into the only other outfit she had with her then went downstairs. Nathan was eating alone at the table reading the newspaper. Elle walked over slowly. "Hey." She said.
Nathan looked up. "Oh, hey Elle. Breakfast is on the table." He pointed to a seat beside his.
Elle sat down slowly. "So why were you 'requesting' my presence?"
"A reporter for the New York Times is coming by this morning to join us for breakfast, he wants to interview me about the election. And I thought since you'll be staying here for a while we should get that cousin, Bahamas, parents story out."
Elle groaned. "So wait, he'll be asking me questions? Like, about me?"
Nathan nodded. "Is that a problem?"
Elle sighed. "No, whatever."
Nathan smirked and looked back down at his paper. His smirk grew wider and Elle couldn't help but notice. "What's so funny?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing." He said still smirking. "I was just talking to Noah Bennet on the phone this morning. You see Elle, I don't like being kept in the dark."
Elle was confused. "Umm...what?"
"I was just asking him about you and 'Gabriel'."
Elle's mouth dropped open. "What?!"
Nathan chuckled. "So you had a crush on him?"
Elle jumped out of her chair. "How dare you?! That's personal!"
Nathan looked up at the extremely angry woman. "Hey, I'm just telling you what Bennet told me. He said you really liked him."
"That was over a year ago, before I knew what he was capable of! Before he killed my father! Before he tried to kill me!" Elle felt like crying but she knew she couldn't give that bastard the pleasure.
"Calm down Elle, I'm not going to tell anyone."
Elle was still filled with rage but she sat down. She took in two deep breaths and relaxed. Of course, she would not let him get away with this. Like she always said, don't get mad. Get even.
Sorry for the lack of humor, the next chapter gets funnier. ;)