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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2008-09-07 10:16 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2008-09-07 10:16 pm
Adam/Elle - Invincible
Fandom: Heroes
Title: Invincible
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Adam Monroe/Elle Bishop, Sylar
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psych_30 Prompt: 26. Obsession
Content Warning: Character mangling, violence, spoilers through the end of season 2.
Summary: First and foremost, she was his.
Author's Note: Written forgoddess_loki who gave me the prompt of Adam/Elle, Red, for the Color Meme, and asked to see it expanded. And while Adam/Claire is my one twisted pairing of DOOM for this show, I’m starting to think that Sylar/Elle is another one. Possessive!Adam is kind of hot. Also, is it September 22 yet?
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.
First and foremost, she was his.
It wasn’t a matter of polite thinking, or being politically correct, it was the truth. She’d never even said it herself, it just echoed in the way she looked at him. He knew it from the minute he first laid eyes on her, felt the way she molded into his hands and was easily swayed to his way of thinking. He could see it in her eyes when she looked at him, when she looked at anyone. She’d gotten better at hiding it, so you needed to search to find it, but it was there. Hidden in the depths of those blue eyes, behind the playfulness and simplicity was the underlying thought of ‘I belong to him.’
It had been so long since someone had molded to his way of thinking so easily. Finding someone who was so easily devoted to him in an age where people were so cynical and untrusting was not the easiest thing he had ever done, so he was surprised that she fell so easily. But then again, with a father like Bob, he really shouldn’t be so surprised that the girl was starved for someone to pay her a little attention. And it wasn’t as though Adam was going anywhere—not at the moment, anyway.
It was a easy seduction, just a few kind words and nice smiles and she became putty in his hands easy to manipulate and mold into the queen that he needed to sit at his side—loyal, trusting and unquestioning. He took every precaution necessary to maintain that she stayed by his side, and that no one would ever take her away from him. Not Bob. Not Peter.
And not even the man who called himself Sylar.
Neither of them had seen him coming. For all of his years of experience, he hadn’t thought to glance over his shoulder as he and Elle moved down the street. He didn’t think to keep an eye on his surroundings. Didn’t think that there would be anyone to view as a threat. All he could do was focus on the woman next to him, the thing that made all those years being stowed away in the Company worth while, and caught up in the power he had, knowing that she would always been the one standing by his side.
Until he felt the slice of a blade against his skin. Until he felt her body collapse against his. Until he felt his whole legacy slipping through his fingers, and he would be damned if he was going to let that happen, but he needed to know where the attack was coming from.
His eyes scanned the shadows, searching for signs of who had interrupted their moment alone and he caught the shadow of a man’s shoulders standing in the doorway of the room. He was so caught up in the rage and the obsession that he was forgetting. Forgetting that she wasn’t going to heal right away like he did, and that there was something he could do to help. It came to him in one quick moment as her hand landed over on his shoulder and he could see the desperation in her eyes.
She wasn't invincible like him.
He knew that better than anyone, especially right now. The red blood was seeping from her side just like the control was slipping through his fingers. He was frozen, unsure of what to do, because of all the people he had expected this to happen to, Elle hadn't been one of them. She had been a small constant over the years that they had known each other, and the idea that she was slipping through his fingers now, well -- that was something he just couldn't let happen.
“Adam.” Her voice was cracking, panicky, but his eyes were focused and cold on the man standing across from him. Her fingers curled on his shirt as he pulled the knife from her side, feeling her tense against him and cry out softly in pain.
“Yes, Adam,” the man's voice mocked. “Heal her. Heal her so that I can just kill her again.”
“You won't live long enough for that,” Adam said with a growl. “I guarantee it.”
“People have been trying to kill me for ages,” the man said, starting to step forward into the shadows more. “What makes you think you'll succeed?”
“Because you're not anything like me,” Adam said thinly, before using the knife to slice the inside of his arm and then launching the knife back at the man in the shadows. It wasn't enough to kill, he knew that much already, but it was enough to buy him sometime and get Elle to safety, and once that was achieved—
—the man was going to wish he'd never been born.
Title: Invincible
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Adam Monroe/Elle Bishop, Sylar
psych_30 Prompt: 26. ObsessionContent Warning: Character mangling, violence, spoilers through the end of season 2.
Summary: First and foremost, she was his.
Author's Note: Written for
goddess_loki who gave me the prompt of Adam/Elle, Red, for the Color Meme, and asked to see it expanded. And while Adam/Claire is my one twisted pairing of DOOM for this show, I’m starting to think that Sylar/Elle is another one. Possessive!Adam is kind of hot. Also, is it September 22 yet?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.
First and foremost, she was his.
It wasn’t a matter of polite thinking, or being politically correct, it was the truth. She’d never even said it herself, it just echoed in the way she looked at him. He knew it from the minute he first laid eyes on her, felt the way she molded into his hands and was easily swayed to his way of thinking. He could see it in her eyes when she looked at him, when she looked at anyone. She’d gotten better at hiding it, so you needed to search to find it, but it was there. Hidden in the depths of those blue eyes, behind the playfulness and simplicity was the underlying thought of ‘I belong to him.’
It had been so long since someone had molded to his way of thinking so easily. Finding someone who was so easily devoted to him in an age where people were so cynical and untrusting was not the easiest thing he had ever done, so he was surprised that she fell so easily. But then again, with a father like Bob, he really shouldn’t be so surprised that the girl was starved for someone to pay her a little attention. And it wasn’t as though Adam was going anywhere—not at the moment, anyway.
It was a easy seduction, just a few kind words and nice smiles and she became putty in his hands easy to manipulate and mold into the queen that he needed to sit at his side—loyal, trusting and unquestioning. He took every precaution necessary to maintain that she stayed by his side, and that no one would ever take her away from him. Not Bob. Not Peter.
And not even the man who called himself Sylar.
Neither of them had seen him coming. For all of his years of experience, he hadn’t thought to glance over his shoulder as he and Elle moved down the street. He didn’t think to keep an eye on his surroundings. Didn’t think that there would be anyone to view as a threat. All he could do was focus on the woman next to him, the thing that made all those years being stowed away in the Company worth while, and caught up in the power he had, knowing that she would always been the one standing by his side.
Until he felt the slice of a blade against his skin. Until he felt her body collapse against his. Until he felt his whole legacy slipping through his fingers, and he would be damned if he was going to let that happen, but he needed to know where the attack was coming from.
His eyes scanned the shadows, searching for signs of who had interrupted their moment alone and he caught the shadow of a man’s shoulders standing in the doorway of the room. He was so caught up in the rage and the obsession that he was forgetting. Forgetting that she wasn’t going to heal right away like he did, and that there was something he could do to help. It came to him in one quick moment as her hand landed over on his shoulder and he could see the desperation in her eyes.
She wasn't invincible like him.
He knew that better than anyone, especially right now. The red blood was seeping from her side just like the control was slipping through his fingers. He was frozen, unsure of what to do, because of all the people he had expected this to happen to, Elle hadn't been one of them. She had been a small constant over the years that they had known each other, and the idea that she was slipping through his fingers now, well -- that was something he just couldn't let happen.
“Adam.” Her voice was cracking, panicky, but his eyes were focused and cold on the man standing across from him. Her fingers curled on his shirt as he pulled the knife from her side, feeling her tense against him and cry out softly in pain.
“Yes, Adam,” the man's voice mocked. “Heal her. Heal her so that I can just kill her again.”
“You won't live long enough for that,” Adam said with a growl. “I guarantee it.”
“People have been trying to kill me for ages,” the man said, starting to step forward into the shadows more. “What makes you think you'll succeed?”
“Because you're not anything like me,” Adam said thinly, before using the knife to slice the inside of his arm and then launching the knife back at the man in the shadows. It wasn't enough to kill, he knew that much already, but it was enough to buy him sometime and get Elle to safety, and once that was achieved—
—the man was going to wish he'd never been born.
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HOWEVER I did have a reaction. It went like this:
"Oh, look, Emily made a Colin icon!....errrrr, no wait..."
I am so smart. I astound myself.
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