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Heroes, "The Devil and Her Treasures" chapter 2
Fandom: Heroes
Title: The Devil and Her Treasures
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
paynesgrey
Artist:rebelle_elle
Word Count: 23,514
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Claire, Peter, Sylar, Elle, Noah Jr, Nathan, Rene, Danko, Knox, Daphne, Claire/Elle, Elle/Sylar, past Peter/Claire
Warnings character death, manipulation, implied incest, torture, violence, sexual situations
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
heroes_bigboom. A huge thanks goes to bellonablack for the beta job. This is a sequel to my other fic, Grave New World, and takes place in the "exposed future" around the events of the “Second Coming” and “I am Become Death” episodes, as well as the “Resistance” online graphic novel chapter 106 (which I would recommend reading if you want some early chapters to make sense).
Summary: Renowned terrorist Peter Petrelli has been hiding Sylar, Elle and their son for a long time after Noah Bennet’s death, and when Pinehearst Agent Claire Bennet finally discovers them, they strike a deal to leave Sylar and his son alone, as long as Elle becomes Claire’s prisoner.
Link to art master post: HERE.
The Devil and Her Treasures
Chapter Two: Family Reunion
Claire didn’t have to look hard for her uncle.
She returned to her apartment and found him sitting on her couch donned in all black as usual. Immediately her attention went to his trademark scar, and she remembered fondly how he had gotten it. He could so easily heal any wound with her power, but for this particular scar he chose not to. Her uncle was such a sentimental fool. With her ability, a scar from Hiro Nakamura’s blade would definitely be easy to heal, but she supposed he directed it as a slight against her.
It didn’t bother her too much. She and Peter had adopted some interesting differences of opinions over the years. He wished she was the same cheerleader that he’d saved, and she wished he’d have killed Sylar for murdering her dad. Instead, Peter chose to help Sylar, his long lost brother, and her uncle too, as unappealing as that notion was.
“It’s been too long, Peter, but it’s always good to see you,” she said, dropping her keys on her counter and sauntering over to him. She crossed her arms and smirked at him. “I’ve wanted to talk to you. Watch the news lately?”
He shot her a dark look. “I saw. You need to be more careful, Claire. I worry about you.”
“Like you worry about Sylar and Elle? Don’t give me that protective uncle crap.”
He ignored her quip, and he certainly didn’t touch what she said about Sylar and Elle. He furrowed his brow and frowned at her, and Claire expected an oncoming lecture. “It’s not safe. What you’re doing...”
“Yes, I know. You don’t approve,” she said with a wave of her hand. Claire cocked her head, observing him astutely. His expression seemed very guarded. She wasn’t sure, but she would say her beloved uncle was hiding something from her - a lot of somethings in fact. She wondered if she could get away with needling him for information. He’d have to slip up sometime, right? Bagging Sylar and his posse would be quite a feat, and maybe Claire wouldn’t have to hear Daphne brag about her numerous captures for a change. Sylar was a prime target, and the government was slobbering over itself at the mere mention of the former serial killer’s name. Claire wondered how Sylar was doing with his old, murderous habit. Peter had told her that Sylar had given up his powers to protect his son, as well as Elle. She couldn’t believe it. Once a murderer, always a murderer, and she imagined if he didn’t fall off the wagon to go on a killing spree, she was sure he’d stolen a few meager powers here and there just to satiate his fix.
But other than that, Peter didn’t tell her anything else about either of them. She supposed he never would, not unless he slipped up accidentally and unwillingly gave her some kind of clue.
“It’s not that,” Peter said, still concerned. “I’ve learned a long time ago I can’t convince you not to work for Pinehearst. It’s dangerous, Claire, and you shouldn’t be there. This isn’t like you.”
She stared at him with hard eyes. “Don’t tell me that. My parents are dead, Peter! And my so-called Uncle Sylar? Yeah, he took away my ability to feel pain long ago, so don’t make speeches at me. I’m the perfect agent, and I take down villains like him every day to protect this country.” Peter opened his mouth but Claire cut him off fast. “And don’t give me your political platitudes about Pinehearst, alright? I trust Nathan more than I trust you right now. At least he isn’t hiding known fugitives.”
“And why are they considered fugitives, Claire? For simply refusing to join Pinehearst’s noble cause?” he yelled at her sardonically, standing up from her couch. He got into her face, but Claire didn’t back down. In fact, she was invigorated by his passion. She stepped closer to him, locking with his gaze. She smirked, letting her gaze fall to his lips. Peter didn’t back up. He exhaled a heavy breath, looking down at her. She could feel his warmth cascading around her. Her arms itched at her sides.
She wanted him, always had, and she’d even told him once. It’d been too wrong, and her St. Peter would never allow himself to do such a thing. Back then Claire didn’t have such reservations, though she respected his refusal. Now, she had even less reservations, and she sort of assumed he did as well. Just what were you hiding, Uncle Peter? She thought. What are you up to?
“Well, believe what you want. You and I both know Elle and Sylar killed people back in the day for their own personal gain. We can’t just let those cases become cold, not when they walk around freely and step all over their graves. There has to be some justice in the world after what they did. Time does not give them a free pass, nor does the end of the Company,” she said, watching Peter’s expression as he took in her words. He knew she was right, and part of him, she knew, agreed with her.
“Because I love you, I won’t tell Nathan I saw you today,” Claire said, walking to her door and opening it for him to leave. “Nathan is on my shit-list right now, so consider this my free pass to you.”
“Claire, don’t do this. Don’t go back to Pinehearst,” Peter pleaded, a little too forcefully for her taste.
“And what would you have me do? Go with you? Run away and live happily ever after with my uncle?” She laughed mockingly, and Peter watched her silently, seething under the surface. “You and I both know it’s too late for any of that.”
Peter stalked out of her apartment. He turned his head toward her before he left, meeting her eyes. She smiled confidently at him.
“I really do miss you, Claire,” he said, his tone filled with regret and longing. Claire leaned close and kissed him on his cheek.
When he left, she caught his pained expression before he turned away and blended into the surroundings.
xxxxx
Chapter Three: The Truth in Lies
Title: The Devil and Her Treasures
Author:
paynesgreyArtist:
rebelle_elleWord Count: 23,514
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Claire, Peter, Sylar, Elle, Noah Jr, Nathan, Rene, Danko, Knox, Daphne, Claire/Elle, Elle/Sylar, past Peter/Claire
Warnings character death, manipulation, implied incest, torture, violence, sexual situations
Notes: Written for
heroes_bigboom. A huge thanks goes to bellonablack for the beta job. This is a sequel to my other fic, Grave New World, and takes place in the "exposed future" around the events of the “Second Coming” and “I am Become Death” episodes, as well as the “Resistance” online graphic novel chapter 106 (which I would recommend reading if you want some early chapters to make sense).Summary: Renowned terrorist Peter Petrelli has been hiding Sylar, Elle and their son for a long time after Noah Bennet’s death, and when Pinehearst Agent Claire Bennet finally discovers them, they strike a deal to leave Sylar and his son alone, as long as Elle becomes Claire’s prisoner.
Link to art master post: HERE.
The Devil and Her Treasures
Chapter Two: Family Reunion
Claire didn’t have to look hard for her uncle.
She returned to her apartment and found him sitting on her couch donned in all black as usual. Immediately her attention went to his trademark scar, and she remembered fondly how he had gotten it. He could so easily heal any wound with her power, but for this particular scar he chose not to. Her uncle was such a sentimental fool. With her ability, a scar from Hiro Nakamura’s blade would definitely be easy to heal, but she supposed he directed it as a slight against her.
It didn’t bother her too much. She and Peter had adopted some interesting differences of opinions over the years. He wished she was the same cheerleader that he’d saved, and she wished he’d have killed Sylar for murdering her dad. Instead, Peter chose to help Sylar, his long lost brother, and her uncle too, as unappealing as that notion was.
“It’s been too long, Peter, but it’s always good to see you,” she said, dropping her keys on her counter and sauntering over to him. She crossed her arms and smirked at him. “I’ve wanted to talk to you. Watch the news lately?”
He shot her a dark look. “I saw. You need to be more careful, Claire. I worry about you.”
“Like you worry about Sylar and Elle? Don’t give me that protective uncle crap.”
He ignored her quip, and he certainly didn’t touch what she said about Sylar and Elle. He furrowed his brow and frowned at her, and Claire expected an oncoming lecture. “It’s not safe. What you’re doing...”
“Yes, I know. You don’t approve,” she said with a wave of her hand. Claire cocked her head, observing him astutely. His expression seemed very guarded. She wasn’t sure, but she would say her beloved uncle was hiding something from her - a lot of somethings in fact. She wondered if she could get away with needling him for information. He’d have to slip up sometime, right? Bagging Sylar and his posse would be quite a feat, and maybe Claire wouldn’t have to hear Daphne brag about her numerous captures for a change. Sylar was a prime target, and the government was slobbering over itself at the mere mention of the former serial killer’s name. Claire wondered how Sylar was doing with his old, murderous habit. Peter had told her that Sylar had given up his powers to protect his son, as well as Elle. She couldn’t believe it. Once a murderer, always a murderer, and she imagined if he didn’t fall off the wagon to go on a killing spree, she was sure he’d stolen a few meager powers here and there just to satiate his fix.
But other than that, Peter didn’t tell her anything else about either of them. She supposed he never would, not unless he slipped up accidentally and unwillingly gave her some kind of clue.
“It’s not that,” Peter said, still concerned. “I’ve learned a long time ago I can’t convince you not to work for Pinehearst. It’s dangerous, Claire, and you shouldn’t be there. This isn’t like you.”
She stared at him with hard eyes. “Don’t tell me that. My parents are dead, Peter! And my so-called Uncle Sylar? Yeah, he took away my ability to feel pain long ago, so don’t make speeches at me. I’m the perfect agent, and I take down villains like him every day to protect this country.” Peter opened his mouth but Claire cut him off fast. “And don’t give me your political platitudes about Pinehearst, alright? I trust Nathan more than I trust you right now. At least he isn’t hiding known fugitives.”
“And why are they considered fugitives, Claire? For simply refusing to join Pinehearst’s noble cause?” he yelled at her sardonically, standing up from her couch. He got into her face, but Claire didn’t back down. In fact, she was invigorated by his passion. She stepped closer to him, locking with his gaze. She smirked, letting her gaze fall to his lips. Peter didn’t back up. He exhaled a heavy breath, looking down at her. She could feel his warmth cascading around her. Her arms itched at her sides.
She wanted him, always had, and she’d even told him once. It’d been too wrong, and her St. Peter would never allow himself to do such a thing. Back then Claire didn’t have such reservations, though she respected his refusal. Now, she had even less reservations, and she sort of assumed he did as well. Just what were you hiding, Uncle Peter? She thought. What are you up to?
“Well, believe what you want. You and I both know Elle and Sylar killed people back in the day for their own personal gain. We can’t just let those cases become cold, not when they walk around freely and step all over their graves. There has to be some justice in the world after what they did. Time does not give them a free pass, nor does the end of the Company,” she said, watching Peter’s expression as he took in her words. He knew she was right, and part of him, she knew, agreed with her.
“Because I love you, I won’t tell Nathan I saw you today,” Claire said, walking to her door and opening it for him to leave. “Nathan is on my shit-list right now, so consider this my free pass to you.”
“Claire, don’t do this. Don’t go back to Pinehearst,” Peter pleaded, a little too forcefully for her taste.
“And what would you have me do? Go with you? Run away and live happily ever after with my uncle?” She laughed mockingly, and Peter watched her silently, seething under the surface. “You and I both know it’s too late for any of that.”
Peter stalked out of her apartment. He turned his head toward her before he left, meeting her eyes. She smiled confidently at him.
“I really do miss you, Claire,” he said, his tone filled with regret and longing. Claire leaned close and kissed him on his cheek.
When he left, she caught his pained expression before he turned away and blended into the surroundings.
xxxxx
Chapter Three: The Truth in Lies