My Firefly, Chapter 1
by Creedog VanDrey
Summery: Based off the theory that Elle might be the mother of Noah Gray, an exploration of this seemingly unlikely relationship.
Spoilers: "I Am Become Death"
A/N: I don't think of myself as a complete Sylar/Elle shipper. In fact, without a lot of development, I think it's pretty preposterous, but nevertheless, once a fic gets in your head, it's hard to get out, so I figured why not?
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Chapter 1: Madness in Love
"In other news today, President Petrelli addressed the nation about yesterday's explosion in Costa Verde, California which has left hundreds dead, including the President's brother, Gabriel Grey, and his young son, Noah…"
Peter teleported in on Gabriel watching the news in a deserted Redondo Beach café, drinking something that was not steaming out of a coffee mug.
Without even turning to face him, Gabriel commented, "Looks like I'm dead, Pete. You know, 'rapid cellular regeneration' hardly encompasses this. I can outlive a nuclear blast… from inside of me. It's your second ka-boom, right?"
"None of your powers are particularly well-suited to distance travel, so just started making circles around Costa Verde. Sign outside said they were serving waffles; it was a hunch. Gabriel, I don't have time for this. I'm trying to save the world here. I could use your help."
He slammed his fist on the counter, "Damn the world, Pete. My kid is dead."
"Peter?" came Elle's voice from the door.
Before Peter could react, he found Elle embracing him tightly.
Without turning away from the bar, Gabriel commented, "That's the wrong Peter, Babe. He's from four years ago."
Elle pulled away quickly with a mumbled, "Your scar…" before running toward Gabriel, standing behind him, holding his arm as stared up at Peter, who noticed the twinkling of a diamond ring on her left hand and the glint on the ring finger of her other.
"Wait," he said incomplete disbelief, "You two are… and Noah…?"
"Was mine?" Elle finished, and added with disapproval at his distaste, "Yeah."
"You don't seem sad."
Elle's face froze. Jumpily, she added, "Hasn't sunk in yet. And I'm still a little… cracked. But, oh, any second now…"
Peter stoically brushed it off, "I'm just confused about… how did you two…?"
"Get together despite the whole clinic insanity and murders of certain close family members…? It's a fun story.
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A/N: So, I didn't think you all deserved the reason behind the title yet. Oh, well, it'll come.
"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." –Friedrich Nietzsche
Started 10/13/2008. Finished 10/19/2008.