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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2007-12-04 05:16 pm
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Elle - Daddy's Little Girl
Fandom: Heroes
Title: Daddy's Little Girl
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Elle Bishop, Bob Bishop
Content Warning: Spoilers all through season 2, ESPECIALLY 211: Powerless.
Summary: Elle grows up in her father's office.
Author's Note: Just that one beginning of the scene got nearly three pages. Don't know how, this was supposed to be a drabble. But I like it. So there.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Heroes. They're owned by NBC. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
A small blond head poked her way around the door, peering to both sides of her father’s office. Daddy was nowhere to be found and with that she quickly slipped inside, shutting the door quietly behind her. Barely seven years-old, and all Elle Bishop wants is her Daddy’s love and attention. It’s all any little girl ever wants, really. To be Daddy’s Little Princess, to be Daddy’s Little Girl. To have Daddy think they’re special in ways that no other little girls were.
Granted, Elle didn’t need her Daddy to tell her that she was special. She figured that out all on her own. Tiny little blue sparks skipped from her fingers as she flounced into the room, running her fingers over the intricate wooden carvings on the cabinets under his bookcase. She was careful not to leave any marks—Daddy had been furious with her last time—and slowly made her way over to one of the heavy chairs sitting near her fathers desk. She leaned her weight into the chair, wearing a heavy pout—the kind that would normally endear someone to get up and do it for her, but seeing as there was no one else in the room, it was assistance she was never going to receive. She pushed carefully, until the chair was resting just where she wanted it, right under the small manila box that had Bishop, Elle printed neatly on the side.
Most people brought into the company only had a file. Usually boxes held more than one person—people with the names A-L or something. But Elle was a special little girl, just like Daddy always said. She didn’t have just one file on her, she had several. She stared at the box with a smile, her finger fondly tracing the letters that spelled her name. She never opened the box, never read what was inside—Daddy said it wasn’t for her to look at, and she always did what Daddy said.
She stayed that way until she heard the sound of her father’s footsteps coming down the hall. She scrambled quickly down off the chair, and darted behind her father’s desk, hiding in the little alcove where he put his feet. She was very, very quiet—Daddy wouldn’t be happy if he knew she was in here alone—and waited patiently for him to get what he needed and go.
The footsteps stopped just on the side of the bookcase, and she heard the heavy sigh, before her father’s voice came, a slightly annoyed twinge to it. “Elle—”
A small blond head poked up from under the desk, looking appropriately ashamed that she had gotten caught where she wasn’t supposed to be. She didn’t even bother still trying to hide. Trying to hide only got her into more trouble in the end.
“Yes, Daddy?”
“Elle, what have I told you about being in my office when I’m not here?”
“That I’m not allowed unless you’re here.”
“Elle, you can’t keep wandering around like you do unless you learn out to follow the rules.”
The tone wasn’t overtly scolding, but it was enough to make the point. Elle dropped her head, and her eyes fell to the ground, using the look she had done enough lately to have it perfected. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
He sighed, “We don’t have time for this now. Come with me, we’re going to run some more tests.”
“But Daddy—” Her head snapped up, and tears sprung to her eyes. She hated the tests, she always had.
“No buts, Elle,” he said firmly. “Now.”
“Yes, Daddy,” the little girl said quietly, before putting on her best smile and flouncing out of the room ahead of him, carefully masking any apprehension she had about the upcoming test. Elle was a Bishop after all. Bishops didn’t cry.
***
Seventeen years later, the blond head poked around the edge of her father’s door again. The face was a lot older, but it still held the same fear and trepidation that her younger self did. She glanced back and forth quickly to make sure the coast was clear before heading inside and making a beeline for her box. She didn’t need the chair this time around—she was tall enough to reach the shelf, had been for years—and as she pulled the box off the shelf, she realized it was lighter than it was supposed to be. It was supposed to have all her files in it, all of her paperwork. But when she finally looked down and looked inside, it was empty. Anything that had happened to her, anything that she couldn’t remember and should, was missing, gone, and she didn’t know how to get it back now.
She quietly slipped the box back onto the shelf, before glancing around, and making her way over to the computer. She’d known the password since she was old enough to try, and she quickly hacked in, searching for any sign of the missing files on her, as well as her missing memories.
Growing up in the company had basically been the real world version of Never, Never Land, but instead of Peter Pan, Elle was the little girl who never grew up. Her body did, but her mind didn’t. Everyone around her always treated her like the little seven year-old who flounced around like she was queen of the world, and she let them. She didn’t need their approval or their understanding—she was just going to do what she did, be the spoiled brat that everyone knew she was. That was her role, her purpose. Until they started sending her out into the field.
Her father’s approval was not hard to earn while she was confined to the walls of the company. Out in the field, there was so much more at risk, and she found that she was losing it fairly quickly.
Now she was back to where she had started when she was seven, desperate to be Daddy’s little girl again, and not quite sure how to do it, until she saw the face of patient zero flash across the surveillance screen. His name left her lips in the barest of a whisper, and then her face lit up again. She had found an in. She pulled this off, her father would place her back in the field in a nanosecond.
“Daddy, you’re going to be so proud of me.”
Title: Daddy's Little Girl
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Elle Bishop, Bob Bishop
Content Warning: Spoilers all through season 2, ESPECIALLY 211: Powerless.
Summary: Elle grows up in her father's office.
Author's Note: Just that one beginning of the scene got nearly three pages. Don't know how, this was supposed to be a drabble. But I like it. So there.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Heroes. They're owned by NBC. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
A small blond head poked her way around the door, peering to both sides of her father’s office. Daddy was nowhere to be found and with that she quickly slipped inside, shutting the door quietly behind her. Barely seven years-old, and all Elle Bishop wants is her Daddy’s love and attention. It’s all any little girl ever wants, really. To be Daddy’s Little Princess, to be Daddy’s Little Girl. To have Daddy think they’re special in ways that no other little girls were.
Granted, Elle didn’t need her Daddy to tell her that she was special. She figured that out all on her own. Tiny little blue sparks skipped from her fingers as she flounced into the room, running her fingers over the intricate wooden carvings on the cabinets under his bookcase. She was careful not to leave any marks—Daddy had been furious with her last time—and slowly made her way over to one of the heavy chairs sitting near her fathers desk. She leaned her weight into the chair, wearing a heavy pout—the kind that would normally endear someone to get up and do it for her, but seeing as there was no one else in the room, it was assistance she was never going to receive. She pushed carefully, until the chair was resting just where she wanted it, right under the small manila box that had Bishop, Elle printed neatly on the side.
Most people brought into the company only had a file. Usually boxes held more than one person—people with the names A-L or something. But Elle was a special little girl, just like Daddy always said. She didn’t have just one file on her, she had several. She stared at the box with a smile, her finger fondly tracing the letters that spelled her name. She never opened the box, never read what was inside—Daddy said it wasn’t for her to look at, and she always did what Daddy said.
She stayed that way until she heard the sound of her father’s footsteps coming down the hall. She scrambled quickly down off the chair, and darted behind her father’s desk, hiding in the little alcove where he put his feet. She was very, very quiet—Daddy wouldn’t be happy if he knew she was in here alone—and waited patiently for him to get what he needed and go.
The footsteps stopped just on the side of the bookcase, and she heard the heavy sigh, before her father’s voice came, a slightly annoyed twinge to it. “Elle—”
A small blond head poked up from under the desk, looking appropriately ashamed that she had gotten caught where she wasn’t supposed to be. She didn’t even bother still trying to hide. Trying to hide only got her into more trouble in the end.
“Yes, Daddy?”
“Elle, what have I told you about being in my office when I’m not here?”
“That I’m not allowed unless you’re here.”
“Elle, you can’t keep wandering around like you do unless you learn out to follow the rules.”
The tone wasn’t overtly scolding, but it was enough to make the point. Elle dropped her head, and her eyes fell to the ground, using the look she had done enough lately to have it perfected. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
He sighed, “We don’t have time for this now. Come with me, we’re going to run some more tests.”
“But Daddy—” Her head snapped up, and tears sprung to her eyes. She hated the tests, she always had.
“No buts, Elle,” he said firmly. “Now.”
“Yes, Daddy,” the little girl said quietly, before putting on her best smile and flouncing out of the room ahead of him, carefully masking any apprehension she had about the upcoming test. Elle was a Bishop after all. Bishops didn’t cry.
***
Seventeen years later, the blond head poked around the edge of her father’s door again. The face was a lot older, but it still held the same fear and trepidation that her younger self did. She glanced back and forth quickly to make sure the coast was clear before heading inside and making a beeline for her box. She didn’t need the chair this time around—she was tall enough to reach the shelf, had been for years—and as she pulled the box off the shelf, she realized it was lighter than it was supposed to be. It was supposed to have all her files in it, all of her paperwork. But when she finally looked down and looked inside, it was empty. Anything that had happened to her, anything that she couldn’t remember and should, was missing, gone, and she didn’t know how to get it back now.
She quietly slipped the box back onto the shelf, before glancing around, and making her way over to the computer. She’d known the password since she was old enough to try, and she quickly hacked in, searching for any sign of the missing files on her, as well as her missing memories.
Growing up in the company had basically been the real world version of Never, Never Land, but instead of Peter Pan, Elle was the little girl who never grew up. Her body did, but her mind didn’t. Everyone around her always treated her like the little seven year-old who flounced around like she was queen of the world, and she let them. She didn’t need their approval or their understanding—she was just going to do what she did, be the spoiled brat that everyone knew she was. That was her role, her purpose. Until they started sending her out into the field.
Her father’s approval was not hard to earn while she was confined to the walls of the company. Out in the field, there was so much more at risk, and she found that she was losing it fairly quickly.
Now she was back to where she had started when she was seven, desperate to be Daddy’s little girl again, and not quite sure how to do it, until she saw the face of patient zero flash across the surveillance screen. His name left her lips in the barest of a whisper, and then her face lit up again. She had found an in. She pulled this off, her father would place her back in the field in a nanosecond.
“Daddy, you’re going to be so proud of me.”
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This is Emma, by the way. (Dean and Jo and Jondy etc etc etc.)
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And thanks -- I like Elle most of the time, and I don't write Heroes a lot, but once I saw her head pop around the door, I knew I was going to write something.
I'm glad you liked it.
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