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Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters
Summery: Elle Bishop. Basically, all centered around her or people in love with her or friends with her. all one shots, all different people or situations.
A/N here 'tis
"Can we play?"
Mohinder sighed, glancing up to see, yet again, the bubbly, child-like Elle.
"Elle." He frowned at her, "I'm busy, you know that!"
Elle pouted, "But you're always busy!"
"This is very important. We managed to secure a vial of Claire Bennet's blood. We're testing it-" He paused, wondering if Elle should be knowing any of this but then carried on anyway "-Testing it to see whether it can retrieve memories as well as cure." He lifted a syringe-needle that was full of blood.
Elle faltered, letting Noah Bennet's words wash over her like the water she tried to avoid. Both caused pain, one because of the shock, the other because she knew that there was a huge chance that he could be right.
"Do you-do you think it'll work?" Elle asked breathlessly.
Mohinder wasn't stupid, quite the opposite in fact. He looked at Elle, the spark that had left her eyes the moment he mentioned memories coming back, was there something she didn't want to tell him?
"We, well, I don't know. Your father seems convinced it won't, that its stupid but I'm trying anyway, I just need someone to test it-" Mohinder's eyes widened as Elle leapt forward, snatching the needle from his hand and digging it into her skin, "-Elle, no!"
Too late. She had already sagged against the table behind her, eyes widening as the rush filled her, wiping through her own heart and blood, racing through her skull. Her body shivering with a coldness that wasn't due to any kind of room temperature.
"Oh, god!" Mohinder groaned, stepping forward and taking Elle in his arms, sitting them both down and holding her until the shivers stopped.
But then the screams started. Horrible, heart wrenching screams that told Mohinder he should be glad he wasn't experiencing what she was.
Meanwhile Elle was fighting the pain.
"But Daddy! I want to sleep!" a four year old Elle murmured, protesting almost violently as he tried to strap her into a metal chair. He succeeded and water was dumped over her. Elle's screams haunted the members of Primatech for months.
Deep breaths, Elle tried to tell herself, think of happy thoughts.
Seven years old. Unable to walk for three months after the electricity burnt her legs almost beyond recognition, it was a miracle there was no scarring. Bob staring down at her in disappointment as she refused to do more tests but making her anyway.
Another scream ripped out of Elle's pursed lips and suddenly the room was alive with electricity. It snapped at Mohinder but he just closed his eyes, knowing that although it wasn't making it any better for Elle to be held, it somehow soothed his mind to know she wasn't alone.
Ten years old, talking to a strange man who could turn invisible about the heart pains she was getting. Undergoing surgery when they found a hole caused by the electricity. After her recovery, the tests started again.
Finally the memories halted, leaving a singed Mohinder and a panting, crying Elle.
"Next time," Mohinder whispered shakily, "We play scrabble"