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aunt_zeldaTitle: High Voltage
Rating: R because of language and a bit of violence. Nothing especially graphic, though.
Pairing: Elle/Claire, mentions of Claire’s past girl-crushes, and mentions of other characters.
Word Count: 1, 297 (aprox.)
Disclaimer, Spoilers: I do not own Heroes, I would have through that was obvious by now. Spoilers up to … episode 4 of S3, methinks. That’s where this craziness began.
A/N: So yeah, this season has been causing me to write a lot of AU fic, and because I like to make things difficult, it’s a series of sorts. This one focuses on Elle and Claire, and is a sort of prequel to ‘Eye of the Hurricane.’ Written from Elle’s POV, and then Claire’s, (both of them in creepy Second-Person, a trend I can’t seem to break HELP MEEEEEEEEEE!)
The title is from the song ‘Danger! High Voltage’ by Electric Six because their songs end up on fanmixes quite a bit and … well, it fits this pairing I think.
http://aunt-zelda.livejournal.com/87001.html#cutid1 Eye of the Hurricane: Hiro is jumped by Adam. Naaaaaaaw.
http://aunt-zelda.livejournal.com/88827.html#cutid1 Brutal: a drabble bonus scene featuring Mohinder, Sylar, and the deaths of three semi-prominent characters.
http://aunt-zelda.livejournal.com/89758.html#cutid1 Phoenix Arisen: what ought to have happened in ‘Dying of the Light’ twisted to suit this verse.
You never expected, never dreamed that you wouldn’t be spending the rest of your life with the Company. The Company was your life: you barely even remembered life before the Company.
Now your father is dead and his replacement Angela Petrelli (bitch) had the nerve to fire you. You, Bob Bishop’s daughter, loyal agent for your entire adult life!
Fuck her. Fuck the Company. Fuck rules. You are Elle Bishop. You are strong and powerful and beautiful … and you are free.
You’d never realized how big and scary the world is until you had nothing to hold on to.
*
You aren’t sure why, at the sight of Noah Bennet’s daughter, you launch yourself forward into a fight. It just seemed like the thing to do.
“It’s your fault!” you start screaming, pummeling every inch of her you can reach. You’re so torn up inside that you don’t even think to use your power. You want blood, not electricity.
She’s had some training since you saw her last, and suddenly she’s landed a kick square in your chest that sends you flying backwards.
“Shit …” you mutter, scrambling to your feet, scowling when you finally remember your ability. Blue light crackles in your palms, but all she does is laugh.
“I can’t feel pain anymore, Elle. Hit me with your best shot.”
That’s enough to make you loose your sparks. “Wuh … excuse me?”
She draws a knife from her pocket and drags it across her arm, not wincing as the skin heals over. When that doesn’t get a rise out of you, she tosses the knife onto the ground and steps on it, smiling as the blade sticks up out of her shoe.
“You can’t hurt
“Bull shit!” you snap, shocking her with a voltage that’s been known to kill full-grown men.
She drops to the ground, but she doesn’t scream or wail or even whimper. She just takes it, those big blue eyes staring up at you, mockingly.
“Told … you …” she gasps, massaging her jaw back into use.
You can only stare. Claire Bennet: practically perfect in every way, homecoming queen, cheerleader, apple of her father’s eye, so fucking special it makes you sick.
“You little bitch …” you hiss. “You think you’re better than the rest of us, huh? Above us? Don’t you?”
She raises an eyebrow. “Maybe I am.”
And suddenly you’re letting loose like never before. Electricity is crackling through your veins, leaping from your fingers, leaving black spider web marks on her perfect skin. Even as your power grows, she’s healing over. You ache to go faster than her, beat her, leave lasting marks … and so you launch yourself forward and grab a hold of her, grinning as you feel her skin ripple and her muscles strain beneath your fingers. Her body is a totally different being, writhing under your hands. It’s a jolt in itself to realize that you’re aroused by feeling her this intimately, but by that time, something’s changed.
She’s crying. She’s screaming. She’s laughing and begging you to stop.
“It hurts! Oh god … it hurts!”
You give her one last shock and collapse, utterly spent. You haven’t felt this groggy since you tried to kill Sylar and accidentally let the Level Fivers out.
And now she’s hugging you. You’re covered in her blood and drenched in your own sweat and her tears … and she’s hugging you.
“Thank you …” she gasps, clinging to you desperately. “I can feel again … your power must have gotten my nerve-endings back online or something … thank you …”
No one ever thanks you. You always screw up, get it wrong, make a giant mess that other people have to clean up.
You just did something right. Your power helped someone.
You summon the dregs of your power and give her one last jolt, smiling weakly as her scream carries you into the dark.
~*~
You cross your arms, bite your lip and try to stop looking at her. She’s been unconscious for almost an hour now, but you don’t have the tools to inject her with some of your blood. You’re not certain she’d even want your blood.
It’s your fault …
What did she mean by that? You have a funny feeling that it has something to do with her rented car and her lack of a partner, and the dozens of credit cards in her wallet. Those cards, and the cash tucked beside them, got you this tiny motel room for a night. You hope that, come morning, she won’t have left it a smoking pile of ash.
Her ability is a lot like your mother’s, actually, and yet your bio-mother is stable. Well, stable enough.
You shake yourself. Don’t think about her …you did the right thing, leaving when Meredith said she’d be working with your father at the Company. You did the right thing, leaving Mom and Lyle, stopped bringing trouble to their doorstep.
To keep unwanted doubts from your mind, you test yourself. She really did bring your nerve-endings back, but to what extent?
You pinch your arms. You bit your tongue. You run your hand under hot water. You take out the knife and slowly press it into your arm.
You feel it all, just as you should. It’s … wonderful. Painful, but wonderful. You’re still human.
She stirs, and you freeze, tensing, in spite of yourself. Why are you afraid of her? Feeling pain is no big deal, you can take whatever she throws at you …
She rolls over, the strap of her tank top slipping down a bit, revealing her bra strap.
Oh, right: that.
You’re fighting a blush as sweaty recollections of May in the locker rooms flitter through your head, followed by older memories of Jackie. You were just a kid back then, but you still felt a warped attraction to your best friend, even after she turned into such a … bitch.
It’s your fault that Jackie died, no matter what anyone tells you. And what if you’d stayed in
Elle moans a bit.
You gulp, shaking slightly. It’s not that you think this … thing … is wrong, or sick or whatever. To you, it’s just another complication in your messed-up life: an annoying something that’s always in the back of your over-crowded mind. Mostly you haven’t got the time to dwell on it, so you stuff it back into that dark drawer in your brain and move on. Maybe now you’ll have time to act on ‘it’ … but maybe not.
Her eyes flutter open. A scowl plays about her lips, as if she isn’t sure whether she wants to frown or not.
It’s adorable.
To distract yourself, you make the first move. “You’re not with the Company anymore, huh?”
She shakes her head. “Your grandma fired me.”
That’s a surprise, so you raise an eyebrow. “I’m sorry.”
“Whatever …” she mutters, rubbing her hands together.
You can’t tell if it’s an attempt to relieve pain or preparation for another fight, so you hurriedly make your ‘pitch.’
“What do you think about vigilanteism?”
She tilts her head to the side. “Sounds like a pretty sweet deal to me …”
You smile.
She grins.
Your heart flutters.
And for now … that’s enough.
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Date: 2008-10-27 10:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-27 11:20 pm (UTC)okay, the fic is.. AMAZING, i absolutely loved it. especially how elle zapped claire enough to make her feel enough without knowing! ily.
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Date: 2008-10-28 01:33 am (UTC)I love my elle/claire in all it's different turns but i really like this representation of Elle saving Claire from her lack of feeling and Claire being into Elle first. The last four lines were ridiculously awesome.
You are able to write the chemistry between them so well.
I wish this was real heroes just because I know that KB and HP would just act the hell out of this.
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Date: 2008-10-28 05:09 am (UTC)So, tonight's ep? Y/motherfuckingY?
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Date: 2008-10-28 09:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-28 10:53 pm (UTC)This was just awesome. I never thought of Elle's electricity helping Claire, but it's sort of possible, when you think about nerves and such.. Hmm..
You’d never realized how big and scary the world is until you had nothing to hold on to. <-- perfect sentence! Just perfect!
You cross your arms, bit your lip and try to stop looking at her. <-- Shouldn't it be 'bite' not 'bit? Just me nitpicking.
Even so, loved this!
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Date: 2008-10-30 08:59 pm (UTC)I got so worried when they had Claire not feeling pain anymore (I was worried that she couldn't feel anything anymore, like ALL of her nerves were gone. That almost happened to my fingers when I had warts as a kid, but they decided not to freeze them off because of that danger.) So ... I immediately thought of Elle.
Ah, thank you for that! I churn things out so fast, I seldom look over them ...
I love it too ... I love these girls so much ...
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Date: 2008-10-30 09:18 pm (UTC)'Demand,' you say? Go vote and post comments here: http://aunt-zelda.livejournal.com/91362.html
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Date: 2008-11-04 02:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-11-04 10:09 pm (UTC)I liked that you had Elle's electricity "cure" what Sylar had done to Claire
When she said that she couldn't feel pain, I totally freaked. Mostly because I'm a slasher and pain is kinda necessary in any violent relationship, but I thought she couldn't feel ANYTHING, like, even someone holding her hand or touching her or something. (When I was little I had warts on my fingers, and they were gonna freeze them off but that would've killed my nerves and they decided not to, which is what I thought of in the double-feature pilot.)
So I thought 'hey, what about Elle ... she could shock Claire back to normal! YAY!
Thankyouthankyouthankyou!
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Date: 2008-11-11 02:21 pm (UTC)It's funny I always pcitured Elle having this inner conversation. Elle falling for Claire.
Nice fic.
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