lirazel | Fic: Playthings

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Fic: Playthings

I have a new 'ship. It's ridiculous, really: they're twisted and weird and will never happen. And everything I’m writing will be proved wrong come Monday. But I don’t care. Because they’re my new evil OTP. And I'm going to have fun for now.

Plus, a banner to spread the fun! Thanks to

misomiso

Also, forgive me for killing off a few of our favorite characters so casually, but you know Elle wouldn’t even blink.

Title: Playthings
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Ship: Elle/Adam, mentions of Peter, Bob, and others
Spoilers: Through 2.10, "Truth and Consequences"
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: "He's the perfect toy."

He’s the perfect toy. Pretty like Peter and Mohinder, but not so damn noble. Indestructible, too, so he takes the jolts, then laughs. You pout, and he calls you little girl in that accent he really should have lost a couple of centuries back and you send a bigger shock through him. It’s a game, and neither one of you is ever going to win. And that’s the way you like it (winning was never the point).

ii.

He was always the man in the cell, there since you first arrived, both of you prisoners of sorts (other prisoners came and went, but he was always, always there). When you got a little too old to amuse yourself with dolls and crayons (you melted them both and Dad scolded in his level voice), Dad would let you take the pills to the prisoners (of course, he always called them “guests”). Their numbers fluctuated and everyone’s power was different, and you had such fun figuring out what they could do (ants under a magnifying glass). Adam was your favorite, though, because he would tell you crazy stories about the Boxer Rebellion and the early Model-T Fords and run-ins with pirates in Barbados and the American Revolution and Woodstock. You giggled and jumped on his bed and he would complain that the mattress already sagged as it was. Other days he ignored you, staring out the window with morose eyes, and no matter how much you teased, he wouldn’t pay the least bit of attention to you: just waved you aside. You hated those days.

When you’re sixteen, hormones rushing through your body with more power than your electricity ever had, you start to tease him. Beg him to let you shock him, just a little (release the tension). He holds out for several months, pushing you away with quips that have an edge of warning to them (you know he could hurt you); then, one day he just gets tired (you’d seen that look a million times, on secretaries and Noah and Dad: they get tired of you and your energy and just wish you’d go away. You kind of hate them).

It’s your favorite game after that, upping the dosage each time. The smell of burnt flesh and ozone thick in the air, his gasps or curses, the half-admiring, half-disdainful look in his eyes. His body heals faster each time.

After a while, (you thinkhopewish) he starts to like it.

When you’re eighteen, you put on a new dress (for a girl who’s never going to have the chance to leave this one building, you have an extraordinary amount of clothes, all ordered from magazines or the internet, and here you are: all dressed up with nowhere to go) and twirl into his room. He’s so pretty and there and nobody else is. He rolls his eyes at you. I’m sick of playing your chew toy, Elle. You are not a puppy.

Stung (he doesn’t even look up at your entrance, much less with the admiration you seek), you pour out more watts than you ever have before, on anyone: his back arches, his eyes wide, his mouth open but no sound coming out (he’s a different kind of beautiful now, and you’re entranced). When he collapses, gasping, onto the mattress, you climb up on the bed beside him, then into his lap, fasten your lips on his.

It’s your first kiss.

He pushes you away eventually, but only after a few (timeless) moments when he’s kissing you back, when his hands are touching you and you can barely hold in a squeal (or maybe a moan). When you feel him start to pull back, you give him a little shock on the lip, just to punish him (to let him know you’re there).

His hands are still on you, but on your shoulders now, holding you at bay. He meets your eyes, and you hate him for it. I think you should stay away from now on, Elle.

You ignore him after that, as much as you can, and whenever you think about the rejection, you burn with humiliation (he should at least look guilty). When you deliver his pills, you always make sure to hurt him just enough that he’ll be feeling the sting all day. He isn’t fun anymore. There’s Peter, though, for a little while, and he’s new and makes you forget, but then Adam takes him away, and you don’t have anybody to play with at all.

iii.

Dad’s mad because when you found out that they were gone, you were so angry that you shot lightning through the metal bedstead, frying the room and then plunging the building into a blackout (there’s a backup generator, though, because, with you around, these things tend to happen). But your puppies have run away and now you have no one to play with and you’re so angry that you demand that Dad let you go after them—with the Haitian, of course. This (only the second time you’ve left the building, and last time, picking up Peter at the hospital, you didn’t get much of a chance to look around) should be a time to celebrate, to look at the world and see if it’s anything like what you remember (imagine), but there isn’t any time. Not now. You’re going to get them back if it’s the last thing you do (payback’s a bitch, Adam).

Peter has more talents, but you know Adam is far more dangerous, so you send off two quick bursts (no time to savor the crackling), the Haitian after Peter, and rush after Adam yourself. These heels really weren’t made to run in, but then you never expected that the second time you would leave the holding facility in sixteen years would be to chase after a 400-year-old man. Through the snow.

You finally corner him in an alley not far from the hospital (he’s in good shape for a man who’s been restricted to a twenty by twenty foot room for thirty years. But then, he would be).

Now, Adam, why don’t you just come with me? Let’s not make this more…painful than it has to be, okay? (in reality, you’re dying for him to give you a reason to shock him and you know that he knows that) Be a good boy, now.

He laughs at you.

Put down your hands, little girl. You can throw all the lightning at me you want; I’m just going to heal again. There isn’t anything you can do to me that can really hurt me.

It’s a taunt on so many different levels. A scream of frustration and the light shoots out from your fingers and stains his skin blue and arches his back and he’s somehow still laughing through the gasping. You run out of spark for a moment, stroll over to where he’s writhing on the ground.

Come on. I know you can take more than that. Quit being such a wimp.

Lightning-fast, he’s on his feet. He grabs you, presses his lips to yours for a second, teasing (you give yourself up to it and that’s why you don’t see his hand close around the crowbar). See you later, love, he whispers, and you barely have time to feel the pain at the back of your head before the world is black.

You wake when the Haitian shakes you, and you realize that he’s really gone (you’re sick with yourself that you let him get the better of you so easily). Fury, and the power bubbles up again. You admire the way the metal shell of the car nearby peels back, like the skin of a banana (like the skin of a person). But it doesn’t make you feel any less angry.

(He’s gone) You hate him.

iv.

He’s your dad’s enemy, but you don’t care anymore. You hated yourself for believing anything Noah Bennet said (Dad’s voice, calm as ever, but not soothing, not anymore: “The man’s a traitor, and he’s dangerous.”), but now you know how a real father acts, how he protects his daughter at any cost and doesn’t let people do experiments on her, and when Dad gives you the order to find Peter Petrelli again, you do (more like he comes to you, at Primatech Paper, the facility in Texas). You just don’t take him back to Dad.

But Peter’s boring now, all nobly obsessed with saving the world and finding his little Irish girlfriend, and he doesn’t pay you any attention anymore. Adam catches your eye behind the shorter man’s back, smirks. You stick your tongue out at him, but that doesn’t keep him from mocking you with his eyes.

You’d forgotten how infuriating (fascinating) he could be.

(You stick around).

You convince him to let you kill your dad (or maybe he convinces you; with him, things are never clear). Peter left three days before, but only after trying to kill both you and Adam (he really didn’t like it when his two “partners” tried to kill his mom. You don’t know why: Angela Petrelli was always a bitch). Six days before that, you’d found out the truth.

At Primatech, you’d discovered a whole file, neatly labeled with your name in your father’s even handwriting (unnaturally even, sort of like his voice). Statistics and numbers, and Noah Bennet was right: you were nothing more than an experiment to your own father, a tool, a means to an end (you’ve never been more than that to anyone and it doesn’t make it easier than no one’s ever been more than that to you).

You stand there in his comfortable office looking at your dad, the blue light crackling around your hands. Dad’s just as calm and unruffled as ever, but there’s that commanding, patronizing tone when he say your name.

Elle, you know you don’t want to do this.

(But doesn’t he see that you don’t know anything anymore and maybe never did?)

Adam leans against the wall, watching you without expression (do you imagine the hint of a challenge in his eyes? You know he has a gun under his jacket, just in case you can’t do it and he has to himself). You remember all the things you have no memory of, and you let loose.

Bye-bye, Daddy.

And then the man who raised you (and tortured you: maybe it runs in the family) is nothing more than a blackened pile of charred flesh lying on the floor. You don’t feel anything (you don’t like to think that you can’t, that all your nerves are deadened).

Adam pushes himself off the wall. That’s some talent you’ve got, Elle.

You walk right past him.

vi.

It finally happens: on a beach one night, but it isn’t romantic. Not really (only it sort of is). You’ve just watched him kill that short Asian guy with the guy’s own sword and wipe the blood off the weapon onto the pure white sand. He was strangely beautiful with the sword cutting through air and then skin and then bone and the look in his eyes is the one you imagine fills your own when you shock someone (it’s beautiful).

You close your eyes, feeling the breeze lift your hair, let the surge fill you. He says you feel like a storm, all the time, one about to break, that he’s got goosebumps, his hair is standing on end. You let the pretty blue light shoot from your fingers and make patterns in the sand—curlicues and hearts and your name in cursive and a unicorn (it’s not very good; you never had very much artistic talent, and as precise as you are, it’s still hard to control the electricity). The sand is turning to glass, smoking and hissing as the water is zapped away. You turn it on him, and he hisses, too, in pain as the spark shoots through him, and when he stumbles to his feet again, you throw your arms around his neck, wrap your legs around his waist, and kiss him: you both collapse to the ground (this is the best kind of electricity: it goes deeper, is more addicting, than anything you could have imagined).

vii.

The man who’s lived more lifetimes than any person should (seen it all: wars and diseases and countries rise and fall and peace made and then broken and babies become old men and death and life and every other cliché you’ve never experienced) and the girl who hasn’t lived even the one life that should be hers (when you were younger, you made lists of all the things you would do one day: rollercoasters, swimming, visiting Paris, horseback riding, having a boyfriend, making real friends). Fitting, you think.

Electricity: (Cliché, your mind tells you)

viii.

A world without people isn’t all it’s cracked up to be (helping evolution along a bit, he would say, the greater good; but this was never cerebral for him and you were just along for the ride). Sure, you can walk into any store and pick out any outfit, but there won’t be new fashions next season. All the fresh food is gone now, and you’re stuck eating packaged stuff (you cook it yourself, and it takes you a while to figure out just how much of a jolt to give it to make sure that it’s done but not burnt). And there isn’t anybody else to shock anymore.

You live in a penthouse so that every time you look out the window, you can see your handiwork (you can’t lie to yourself and pretend that you had nothing to do with it: it wasn’t all his fault). You’re bored, most of the time, except when you’re finding new things to fry or when Adam’s touching you. He’s nicknamed you Eve, and you’ve never hated him so much (liar).

You shouldn’t even be alive. But he always carries around the little syringe and he pumps his blood into your veins and chases the virus away (it’s cheating, you tell him. Cheating evolution. He doesn’t say anything, just watches as the level of the blood sinks). You aren’t sure why he bothers: it’s not like you love each other. You’re both just there and neither judges the other (that idea wouldn’t enter either of your minds) and you guess that’s all you can ask (you don’t admit, even to yourself, that you’ve always wanted more).

ix.

When the soldiers (untrained, most of them, because there are so few people left that everyone has to play the soldier-role) show up, he attacks with his sword, you with your gift, and it’s like they (swordlightning) are extensions of yourselves. You make a good team. The first time it’s easy, the second time easier, but the third time one of them gets lucky and another bullet bites into your arm (not again, you think), then one into your leg. You curse and fry the guys who hit you before you pass out.

Adam carries you back to the apartment, tears the place apart looking for the syringe (the one time he’s not carrying it with him would be the time you got hurt), then pumps his blood into your veins as quickly as he can. As the bullet burrows its way back out again, then pops out and falls to the floor, he kisses you: you shock him: he kisses you harder.

It’s the end of the world and there’s really nothing worth living for (but maybe you’re free).

End.

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OMG. OMG. OMG.

I'm trying for words, I swear I am. This was so brilliantly done, Lauren, just the execution of it and how your went through their history from the beginning and ELLE.

I've been becoming more partial to Elle, but this just pushed partial into obsessed territory. I don't think I've read a fic that's explained her as well and just ridiculously in tune with the show.

And ADAM. ♥ Adam is this calculating enigma and I can't express how much I love the pairing of them together because it makes sense on so many levels and wow.

but you know Elle wouldn’t even blink. Haha, you're so right. Our little sociopath.

Also? The ending: with the Eve nickname, and him keeping her around and saving her and ultimately dare I say it, caring for her. WAS THE BEST THING.

I love this so much, and I cannot for the life of me quote lines back to you because they're all so perfect. This was gorgeous and your writing is always so, but god, I'm still reeling.

Okay I lie. He rolls his eyes at you. I’m sick of playing your chew toy, Elle. You are not a puppy. YES. Sounds so much like him, and I like him telling her that she's a bit more than walking human shock therapy.

He says you feel like a storm, all the time, one about to break, that he’s got goosebumps, his hair is standing on end. Aaaah. That entire scene with the beach just made me stop functioning. Perfect, perfect, perfect.

You live in a penthouse so that every time you look out the window, you can see your handiwork That is so morbidly Elle and fitting. I have no doubt that her brand of self-destruction would work perfectly with bringing about the end of the world.

It’s the end of the world and there’s really nothing worth living for (but maybe you’re free). :D That bracketed portion is where the smiley came from.

I have nothing else to say. I love this. I need to read it again and you my dear need to think up some more ships because this just made my night.

This is me squeeing that you actually liked it. I had so incredibly much fun writing it, but I was very worried that I didn't get them right or that this wouldn't seem realistic or that it just wouldn't work. So now I can breathe easier. ;)

I've been becoming more partial to Elle, but this just pushed partial into obsessed territory. She's easy to obsess over. I didn't like her during her first episode or so, but now I'm kind of crazy about her.

I don't think I've read a fic that's explained her as well and just ridiculously in tune with the show. *blushes* Thank you!

And that's just the right way to describe Adam: a calculating enigma. I'm kind of in love with him.

And I can't tell you how glad I am that you think that they work as a couple.

The ending: with the Eve nickname, and him keeping her around and saving her and ultimately dare I say it, caring for her. WAS THE BEST THING. Okay, good! Because I was unsure about the ending. I kind of wanted to keep them at the point where they're just together because there's no one else and the sex is good, but my ludicrously romantic heart just convinced me that they would eventually care about each other. I didn't feel like that was very realistic, though, so I'm sooooo glad it worked for you. Really.

I like him telling her that she's a bit more than walking human shock therapy. Exactly. I get the feeling that he reads people well, and he would be able to see that about her.

Again, I'm so glad you liked it! It always means so much coming from someone whose writing I admire so much. Thanks so much, May.

you my dear need to think up some more ships because this just made my night. Haha! I tend not to make up ships because then I get really disappointed when they don't happen, but I couldn't resist with this one. And now that I've started, maybe I'll make up some more.

. . .

Wooooow...

Amazing.

My favorite part:

Adam carries you back to the apartment, tears the place apart looking for the syringe (the one time he’s not carrying it with him would be the time you got hurt), then pumps his blood into your veins as quickly as he can. As the bullet burrows its way back out again, then pops out and falls to the floor, he kisses you: you shock him: he kisses you harder.

It just encapsulates it all for me. Him kissing harder after she shocks him, it's askjfhsdkgjs. <333

Thank you so much. I'm honored and excited and humbled that you liked it. And I'm very glad you liked that part: it was one of my favorite lines as well. Thanks for reviewing!

Um.
So I totally agree with

user up there.

I totally think Elle belongs with Peter, but this...I want more of. It's like they're meant for each other. Elle's the loveable sociopath, and Adam's just...his own little puzzle.

The bit about the blood, you've covered every plot hole...I was totally like "well how could she be alive" and then there was my answer, plain as day.

And the last line's just the best ever.

I'm so glad you liked it, especially since you already have a conflicting 'ship. ;)

It's like they're meant for each other. Elle's the loveable sociopath, and Adam's just...his own little puzzle. That's exactly what I was going for. And I think they just work.

The bit about the blood, you've covered every plot hole...I was totally like "well how could she be alive" and then there was my answer, plain as day. That totally cracks me up that that stuck out to you. I had no idea how I was going to keep her alive, and when the answer presented itself, I wasn't sure anyone else would buy it, even though I felt like it was pretty good. Glad it worked for you.

Thanks so much for your kind words and for reviewing!

oh yes, someone else is writing these two, and you get them so well. *delighted* elle wants so badly to be important to someone and given the way she's been raised, there are only so many avenues open to her. twisted and lovely too.

I'm delighted that you're delighted! Aren't they way too much fun together? I can't resist them.

elle wants so badly to be important to someone and given the way she's been raised, there are only so many avenues open to her. That's so insightful and exactly how I see her, too. Poor girl.

Thanks again for reviewing and for the encouragement!

Adam&Elle will probably never happen, but they are so good together! Who could resist them? =P

You pout, and he calls you little girl in that accent he really should have lost a couple of centuries back and you send a bigger shock through him.
LOL, I'm so glad you mentioned the accent!!

Ok, so I wanted to use more quotes, but I kinda got drawn into the story and really have to admit I like every single line!! This is so brilliantly written! Great work and don't ever stop writing these two!!

Wouldn't it be fabulous if they did end up together? It would totally make my year. Because I can't resist them, either. ;)

LOL, I'm so glad you mentioned the accent!! I kind of love the whole accent thing. He reminds me of Spike from Buffy in quite a lot of ways, for some reason.

Thank you so very much for your kind words! I'm so glad that you enjoyed it, and hopefully I'll be able to keep writing them!

Wow. Just wow. This is powerful. And sad, And heartbreaking. And I'm speechless. Wow. Amazing. :D

Thank you so much. I'm so glad you enjoyed it. ;)

I knew there was a reason I liked this pairing! Great insight into Elle's mind and I love her relationship with Adam. Great work.

Thanks so much! They're way too fun together, aren't they? Glad you enjoyed it, and thank you for reviewing!

this is just to say that I loved it in about a trillion different ways and I will spam you when my brain starts to work again. But much love for this whole fic and you for writing the cruelest OTP on teh planet.

Yay! The Yay icon! I love that one!

Anyways, I'm so glad you liked it. Like, seriously. I don't think I would have had the guts to go through with writing/posting it if you hadn't come up with the same ship. Thanks!

I'll definitely look forward to the spam. ;)

See the icon? You win. Over fandom. At Large. Just win. I read this again and I am still as blown away by it as I was the first time I read it, sorry it's taken almost a month to get here though!

You mention and make a point of his keeping the accent. Which I love. Also,
It’s a game, and neither one of you is ever going to win. And that’s the way you like it (winning was never the point).
That is exactly it. For them, the fun lies in merely playing the game, and each other; testing the boundaries because it's a game that's better on equal ground than a definite winner.

When you got a little too old to amuse yourself with dolls and crayons (you melted them both and Dad scolded in his level voice),
I love the backstory you've created for her, it all just works so fabulously. You just know that she would do those kinds of things but that you make that a big deal, that you mention Bob's reaction, I love that.

Elle is most definitely an attention seeker, she needs it to feel like a normal girl a little I guess, to be admired and cooed at for what she can do, rather than be reviled and locked away in a padded cell. All of which makes sense which is why I particularly loved:
(you’d seen that look a million times, on secretaries and Noah and Dad: they get tired of you and your energy and just wish you’d go away. You kind of hate them).
Mentioned Noah, secretaries because as odd and evil as the company is, I'd never really thought about the need for secretaries before. This is, again, what I love about your writing, that you add in all these little details that really round out the story.

Oh your take on 'that moment' between Adam and Elle and how it is that he's still being punished for it. It was just fantastic. Utterly fantastic. I could really see it happening, her trying her damnedest and he's just not interested so she makes him play her way and for a minute, it's perfect until it's not and you're reminded of just how young she is, how innocent really. And that kind of hurts because she's still a little girl.

(there’s a backup generator, though, because, with you around, these things tend to happen). Again with the great details. And the humour, that sly glancing humour. LOVE IT.

These heels really weren’t made to run in, but then you never expected that the second time you would leave the holding facility in sixteen years would be to chase after a 400-year-old man. Through the snow.
Giggled right out loud at that, I must confess. That really is the reaction she'd have though, being the girly girl that she is.

OH WOW TO THE ESCAPE.

You admire the way the metal shell of the car nearby peels back, like the skin of a banana (like the skin of a person).
Creepy and I love it. Your use of imagery is always astoundingly apt for the character. Envious.

(he really didn’t like it when his two “partners” tried to kill his mom. You don’t know why: Angela Petrelli was always a bitch). AGAIN WITH THE HUMOUR. I laughed. A lot. Because Angela is the bitch and I love that she knows that and the way that Elle's so dismissive of attempted murder.

No words for the beach scene. I don't think I'll ever recover from the perfect that it is. Also, He says you feel like a storm, all the time, one about to break, that he’s got goosebumps, his hair is standing on end. Just love it. A lot.

Then that end. Just, speechless. It's really hard to talk about this fic because everything, every word, every line just works so well and it's hard to explain why, it just is. I love that it is that one time he doesn't have it because it's Sod's Law and that's what I hear him saying and that it shows he does care, more than I think he could ever understand, let alone admit; he shows it in the ways that would matter to her though, kissing her harder because she's shocked him and he's sure she's alive and the one she gets loud and clear is the physical. Oh just wow and guh and great.

All of it. I'm so glad you took the plunge into writing this because it is seriously amazing. Just awesome and wow. Notice the lack of vocabulary? Your fault missy, your fault.

And thank you.

Oh my goodness. The icon! You just made my month, seriously! I'm cackling with delight!

The accent thing makes me think of Angel and Spike: why does Spike keep his accent but Angel gets rid of his? (Actually I do have a big long theory about that, but it still makes me wonder). I couldn't help thinking of Spike when I was first falling for Adam, so I had to mention the accent.

For them, the fun lies in merely playing the game, and each other; testing the boundaries because it's a game that's better on equal ground than a definite winner. Exactly. That's who they both are, and despite all their differences, that's why I think they would work.

she needs it to feel like a normal girl a little I guess, to be admired and cooed at for what she can do, rather than be reviled and locked away in a padded cell. I feel so sorry for Elle, all the time, for exactly this reason. She so desperately wants to be normal. And when she tells Peter her story, her facade of the girly-girl slips and you can see that there's so much more going on there. Her bitterness lurks and is never gone. That's why I love her.

Lots of times when I write, I wonder what the writers would think about the way fic writers take these little, barely hinted-at things from the story and then blow them all out of proportion. Which is of course what I did with the encounter between Adam and Elle--I mean, we only had one line of it in the show, but I couldn't resist. I guess that's what fic is, right? It's why I love writing and reading it. (Wow, that was a long paragraph that had nothing to do with anything)

I'm not typically all that funny of a person--I appreciate other people's humor, but it's hard for me to come up with humor myself, especially in a story, so I'm really, really glad you thought it worked here.

I have this thing for killing off Angela Petrelli in a fic--or at least mentioning her bitchiness--which you'll see in probably every Heroes fic I ever write. I can't resist it. Especially now with her cavalier attitude about killing her sons. FOR SERIOUS, ANGELA PETRELLI?

The beach scene is my favorite; so glad you liked it.

I was so unsure about the end. I thought it was a little bit too happy (despite 97% of the world being dead). So I'm soooo glad it worked for you.

For the millionth time, thank you so much. Thanks.

O.M.G.

I've read a good bit of fan-fiction, but this one is my favorite. DEFINITELY. I loved how the entire time they both stayed in character. It wasn't rushed and they showed sincerity in their actions. Plus, the way it was written was so beautiful and it showed Elle's outer thoughts versus her inner workings.

I can't even describe how much I enjoyed this. I was on edge the entire time. And the ending was the best.

You're an amazing author.

You're making me blush! Thank you so very much for your kind words! I'm really thrilled that you enjoyed it and especially that you thought they stayed in character--I was a bit worried about that.

Again, thank you so, so much. Your review totally made my day.

My goodness, I could never do one so long! I love Adam and Elle, check out the small ficlets I made for them!

Thanks! I really love writing them (I'm working on a new fic now); I'll have to check yours out!

Also, your icon is awesome.

Oh dear god, that was amazing. I'm here through a rec by

the_grynne, and I'm completely and utterly in love with this fic. The style is beautiful, and your characterisation? There is something so empty and dark and twisted about the two of them, and it's so fitting for them to find each other this way, and now I'm almost reluctant to watch last night's episode because this, this is the way it goes. Thanks so much for sharing.

Thank you so much! I'm glad you followed the rec and that you enjoyed it!

There is something so empty and dark and twisted about the two of them, and it's so fitting for them to find each other this way That's exactly what I was going for, so I'm so glad that's the way you felt about it!

now I'm almost reluctant to watch last night's episode because this, this is the way it goes. *blushes* That's the kindest compliment I can imagine! Thank you so much--but you should totally watch the episode, because it's crazy fantastic shocking television.

You're very welcome!

I just wanted you to know that I first read this on fanfiction.net, but since I don't have an account there I could'nt review it, so I'm REALLY glad to have found it here! I've never seriously considered the Elle/Adam pairing, even if they did at least do 'something' according to the show, but this fic just literally blew me away.
When I first read it I was completely at a loss for words after it because it was simply so pitch-perfect with everything that I was stunned! I never ever ever have reactions like that normally but this one just blew me away!
I'm adding it to my memories so I can ~~devour~~ enjoy it over and over again! Amazing work!!

Aw! I'm so glad you found it here! And I'm especially glad that you enjoyed it. I've been so humbled by the reception to it--thank you for your extremely kind words. In the process of writing this, I kind of fell in love with the pairing, and with everyone being so encouraging, I'll probably revisit them again.

I'm adding it to my memories so I can devour enjoy it over and over again! That's the ultimate compliment! Thank you!

Again, thanks so much!

Holy. Jesus.

This was amazing. I love your Elle- she's so childish inside, but there's that bizarre juxtaposition of crazy sociopath in there as well. She's perfectly written.

And Elle/Adam? Hottest. Ship. EVER. *swoon* I hope to see some more fic out of you!

Thank you so incredibly much. I'm thrilled that you enjoyed it.

she's so childish inside, but there's that bizarre juxtaposition of crazy sociopath in there as well. That's exactly what I was going for, so it's great to hear you say that.

And Elle/Adam? Hottest. Ship. EVER. *swoon* I know. Aren't they just?

And expect to see more within the next couple of weeks as I finish up with finals and move into Christmas break!

So! I was trolling through ~heroes_fic and I found this gem of a piece and I hardly know where to start! I get that a lot of people are doing Elle/Adam pieces, but the bulk of them that I've read haven't done much for me. But this one, oh, this one. You have Elle so spot on you might as well write her lines for the show. And as far as Adam, I can visualize him taking a "thank you, sir, may I have another?" attitude toward Elle using her powers on him. This was so, so excellent and I have added it to my memories.

Thank you so very much! I actually haven't read any other Elle/Adam, really, the idea of them was just irresistible to me. If you find any good ones, do let me know, all right?

. You have Elle so spot on you might as well write her lines for the show. *blushes* I can't imagine a kinder compliment! Thank you!

"thank you, sir, may I have another?" attitude That's exactly what I was going for, so I'm glad it worked for you.

Again, thank you so much!

This is what I told my cousin on MSN when I just finished reading it:

oh my gods i just read one of teh best heroes fics i has ever read!!

So very very true, by the way. Not shipping anything seriously at the moment, but DAMN. That was really really nice. :D

Aw! Thank you so much! I'm so glad you enjoyed it that much! I really appreciate your taking the time to review!

Hehe. That thing in italics was after a lot of lolcats-reading , but still true. :D

And no problem, because ya know, it rocks. :D

Yeah, lolcats will work on your brain that way. Funny, funny.

Yup. That it does. Heh.

I'm in a state of absolute awe. That was most definitely one of (if not the) best Heroes fanfics I've ever had the pleasure of reading, hope you continue with the Elle ship. That girl pairs up with anyone X]

By the way, I'm a huge fan of Carnival, it was Dean and Veronica heaven♥

Thank you so very much! I'm so thrilled that you liked it that much. I had tons of fun writing it, and you're right about Elle pairing with anyone--she so does.

And thanks for your kind words about Carnival. Dean and Veronica are love together.

Again, thanks so much!

Eek! I love the whole post-virus plot. And Adam constantly loading her up with his blood...<3. Brilliant!

Once upon a time, a very long time ago, you graciously left a review of this story, and I was a horrible, horrible person and never replied. But I just stumbled upon this today and wanted to tell you how much I appreciated your review. Thank you so much--I'm glad you enjoyed the story!

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