AN: Upped the rating on this fic due to sexual situations in this chapter. You've been warned!

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He didn’t have his memories, but he had her. He dreamt of her every time he closed his eyes. He dreamt of her the entire time he was chained up in the shipping container. Blue eyes that sparkled like diamonds every time her lips upturned to a smile. He read her emotions through her eyes and he felt her sorrow, contracted her smiles and absorbed her laughter.

"We can go anywhere you'd like," the blonde stated, her blue eyes sparkling along with her smile.

"Anywhere with you is fine," he grinned as he pulled her into his lap.

"Oh come on...THAT was so sappy," she laughed playfully tapping his cheek.

"This coming from the girl who shot lightning bolts through my body for two weeks to get me to come onto her," he winked.

"Shut up!" she laughed.

"I'm thinking...Europe? Mexico?"

"Canada?" He suggested.

"Oh! Yes, Canada could work too!"

"Canada then, let's settle on Canada."

"I can get your passport, tickets...we'll get out of here. I...have something for you," the blonde stated, removing a photograph from the back of her pants.

He stared at the image. "Thank you," he said as he choked back his emotion. It was him, in a suit with another man in a suit. Who was he? In the dream, he knew exactly who it was. In the dream, he knew the girl and touched her face softly.

"I'm alright now," he said softly. "I have you two," he said as he smiled, touching her stomach gently.

"I'm sorry everything happened like this, Peter. But I'll never hurt you again, and I'll never let anyone else either."

"I love you, Elle," he said.

"I love you, Peter..."

"Peter! Peter wake up!"

Peter shot up, his eyes darting around the dimly lit room.

“You were smilin’,” came a voice towards the back of the room.

“I didn’t know smiling was a reason to wake someone from a dream,” Peter half laughed, rubbing at the back of his neck to relieve some tension.

“I was hopin’ you’d have a memory to share,” the voice said as it stepped forward into the light. Caitlin, the Irish girl he had gotten involved with in recent days.

“Nothing. I don’t even know what I was dreaming about,” Peter lied.

“Shame. Perhaps it’s time then t’open the box?”

“No,” Peter said, shaking his head.

“Alright then,” Caitlin shrugged.

“Come here,” Peter smirked, pulling her in for a kiss.

“Right then you think a kiss will soften the blow?” Caitlin laughed. “You’ve got your life there layin’ waitin’ for ya in that box and I’m anxious t’see the contents!”

“Soften the blow? You’d think your life was in the box.”

“Might as well be the way m’heart is racin’ so!”

Peter pulled Caitlin close and quieted her curiosity with a passionate kiss that left her breathless and begging for more as she firmly placed her lips against his as if to say she couldn’t get enough. Yet even has he kissed Caitlin and she melted in his arms, he could not stop thinking of the perky blonde and her million dollar smile, and suddenly he couldn’t get the image of kissing her out of his mind.

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Her flight seemed endless. Her iPod was no longer entertaining and the in flight movie was boring her to tears. Even her third vodka tonic did nothing for her. She rested her palm against the ice cold pane of the window, trying to find traces of anything in the darkness. Occasionally she saw the blip of the lights at the end of the plane’s wing. She had no idea what she was looking for in the sky...but nothing made sense in her life anymore, and she was beginning to be fine with the revelation.

Even the fancy lie-flat seats in first class, she couldn’t get comfortable. She tossed, turned, sighed, rolled her eyes, shot electricity at a carton of milk to try the old “warm milk” trick...but it wasn’t until she stared at his face in the photograph she had on her that she felt a rush of needed comfort.

“Someone being defiant today?”

“Uh, when aren’t I?”

“Good point.”

“I thought you weren’t going to scramble the security cams any longer.”

“There’s a chunky guy they’re running tests on here. He has some power dealing with electronics. He begged me for some Kit-Kat bars and a Hustler magazine. I delivered so he’s working your cam on a loop from three cells over simply by putting his hand on a light switch. Nice, right?”

“So no one can see us right now?” Peter smirked.

“Would I do this?” Elle asked before placing a fervor laced kiss on his lips, kissing him as if she was pulling his last breath from his chest. His fingers lid under the cotton of her shirt, his fingertips tracing the pale, silky skin upwards until they rested under the elastic of her bra before moving forward to her chest, causing a whimper from her lips. He paused for a moment, before she begged him not to stop, not to stop EVER.

He pulled away to tease the skin of her neck with his teeth, tangling her hair in his fingers to pull her head to the side to expose the smooth, soft skin, tainting it with faint teeth marks and sloppy kisses. Her hands tugged at the ties of his over starched white pants as he took the action as a hint to work the button of her jeans.

Eagerly she tugged his pants from his hips and wriggled her own hips quickly to escape from her jeans. His hand slipped under the black lace of her panties as the gasped at his cool fingertips tracing her warmth.

She shimmed closer to him and he turned to pin her against the wall, his erection against her thigh as he removed his hand from her sex to peel her panties down, lifting her tiny frame to drive himself into her. Her forehead fell into his shoulder as ecstasy ravaged her body. It was as if the corrupt world around them had fallen at their feet and they were the only people left, their bodies meeting in a perfect, sensual harmony. It seemed like eternities, moments passing slowly s her drove himself into her until her body relaxed in his arms and her muscles tightened around his length. He pumped through her orgasm, his pace quickening until he finally climaxed.

She listened to the quick, low breathing in her ears and shut her eyes. This was what it felt like to love, and be loved in return.

Her legs were weak as he set her down and she leaned into him, burying her face in his chest and inhaling his pheromones as he rested his chin on the top of her head.

“I don’t know how much longer we should keep doing this,” he muttered.

“Why?” she asked, moving her head to look him in the eyes.

“They’re notice that there’s something up with my cameras. Your Dad will be onto us, I know it. I’m just concerned about your safety I guess.”

“Don’t worry about me; I can take care of myself. My Dad doesn’t scare me.”

“He terrifies you. I know he does, Elle.”

“Bob doesn’t terrify me. He’s nothing to worry about. It’s my FATHER you have to worry about and he’s never around.” She backed away from him grabbing her clothes up and quickly getting dressed. “I can’t just...stop this.”

“Your safety is important to me.”

“Peter, getting you out of here is important. Don’t you want to tell your Mom you’re alright?”

“I can’t face my mother, please don’t bring her up. It’s my fault Nathan is dead and...there’s nothing out there for me, alright?”

“Out there means we can actually have a chance at something.”

Peter sighed, “I can’t let someone else die because of me. You turn your back on the Company and we’ll be running for the rest of our lives.”

“You know what? Fuck you! Alright? You can’t do this to me! I let my guard down, I fell for you and now you’re STOPPING THIS? I don’t know...what kinda girl you think I am but...”

“Elle...” Peter soothed, taking her face into his hands.

“Don’t,” she sighed, biting at the inside of her cheek so she wouldn’t cry. She didn’t want to appear weaker than she already did.

“I’m not just...stopping. You think I can just turn this off? I’m going to look at you and want you, need you but I need to know more importantly that you’re safe!”

“Peter, I’m pregnant.”

“...what?”

“Pregnant, you know...with child? Having a baby?”

“...this...”

“Please don’t do the whole this can’t happen, how, why, woe is me thing because that’s so cheesy lifetime movie and I really don’t wanna do cheesy lifetime movie right now. We have sex...fairly regularly. And well...things happen! Like me being late...and not to work...and the fact that neither of us actually think before we do and well...there you have it.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m, I’m okay with this so you need to be okay with this too.”

She awoke to the sound of shuffling and the sun in her eyes. Who the hell opened her window? She groaned and rolled onto her back, adjusting her seat to the upright position and shaking her loose locks before running her fingers through.

“We’ll be landing in twenty minutes, seatbelt signs are on,” a flight attendant said softly, smiling at Elle so wide it made Elle nauseas. “Do you need anything, love?”

“Uh, a mimosa.”

“Sure thing,” the flight attendant nodded before heading down the walkway.

After her Mimosa and a battle through the baggage claim, Elle claimed a rental car and found herself at the Cork docks, surveying the area for any sign of Peter and his whereabouts.

Luckily, she found a snitch who was willing to tell her everything he knew and even Peter’s possible location. Elle’s confidence grew as she took in the details of the lead.

“’Ey! If he’s so dangerous sweetheart, why’d they send a lil’ girl like you in all alone?”

Elle couldn’t help but smirk, “I can take care of myself,” she said as she turned the corner, tracing the side of the cargo container with electrical currents.

Despite her small stature and innocent look, Elle was anything but a weak little girl. Though if one were to watch her in the presence of Peter, they might be able to argue that. Before Peter, he guard was up constantly, years of mental anguish and verbal abuse lead her to have wall that no one ever bothered to scale. She was content with her ‘family’ at the Company and felt she needed no one else. It was Peter that turned her world upside down, melted her heart and made her feel worth something. Before all that mattered to her was her career and of course, making her biological father’s praise. She constantly had the esteem of Bob, one of the Company’s number one men, who had acted for years as a surrogate father to her. In his eyes, she could do no wrong...thought he rare times he did need to scold her, he was the only person she wouldn’t shoot a lightning bolt through if upset.

When she was young, there was another man that she held in the highest regards, but through the years their relationship existed only as a “fellow employee” sort and not the nearly father/daughter relationship that once was.

“This is Noah Bennet, Elle,” her biological father nodded. “He’s a good man, works very hard for this company and he’s promised to look out for you.”

“You’re going away?” she asked.

“Things to do.”

“Okay,” Elle nodded solemnly. It shouldn’t have shocked her the way it did, the sinking feeling growing in the pit of her stomach.

“Hi Elle,” Noah Bennet smiled as he leaned before her. “I heard you just turned seven.”

“Yep,” Elle nodded.

“That’s a very nice age to be.”

“I guess,” Elle shrugged, as she peered over Noah’s shoulder at her father. He was arguing with Bob again, and the only word she could make out was money. Typical.

“What do you like to do Elle?”

“I don’t know,” Elle shrugged. At that moment, Claude Raines made his way through, patting the girls head as he walked by and giving her a wink. Bob shook his head as Elle’s father stormed off smiling down at the girl as Noah stood.

“I’m not the best with children,” Noah laughed nervously, speaking in a hushed tone to Bob.

“Elle isn’t like most kids,” Bob laughed.

Elle watched a moth out of the corner of her eye, before sending a bolt of electricity in its direction, leaving a tiny carcass in her wake after a moment.

“Well, that’s obvious,” Noah chuckled.

“Things haven’t exactly been easy for her I assume. Years of shuffling about, but she has a confidence in her powers that makes me beam with pride,” Bob whispered.

“Mister Bennet?” Elle said, turning her head to stare up at him.

“You can call me Noah now, I don’t mind.”

“I’d like an ice cream bar.”

Countless ice cream bars came and went. Troubles with her father, sister, continued understanding of her powers, Noah was always there. She’s skip into his office with a grin on her face and tell him how she’d get anyone to spill all their secrets with a solid stream to the chest. Noah was often out on the field, but he’d come back with a bear for every location he had been to for Elle. For years, her daddy issues subsided and she felt reassured in so many aspects of her life.

Until Noah got a daughter of his own.

“Who is that?” Elle asked Bob as they watched Noah balance a baby in his arms while going over some information packets.

“That’s Claire,” Bob stated. “Noah is going to be adopting her...looking after her for a while if you will.”

“Oh,” Elle muttered. “Is she like me?”

“Not quite dear,” Bob stated.

“Her parents are gone?”

“You could say that,” Bob nodded. “Deals with that fire Noah was investigating.”

“Oh, fire always makes me think of Meredith,” Elle said through a small smile. “Have you heard anything from Meredith?”

“Elle, why don’t you go see if Angela needs any help, will you?”

Elle nodded slowly, watching Noah for a moment before she turned to walk down the hall.

Noah’s world quickly revolved around tiny Claire and Elle was back in the shadows yet again. As if becoming a pre-teen wasn’t awkward enough, now she faced rejection.

Walking between two cargo containers it was as if she was walking that hall again, away from Noah and towards the next decade of a half towards nothing but devotion to the company. At least...again, until Peter.