Title: Dilemma (2/2)
Characters: Adam Monroe/Bela Talbot
7_crossovers Prompt: 5. Rose
fic_variations Prompt: Heroes and Villains (#2)
Content Warning: Spoilers for 211: Powerless (Heroes), character death.
Summary: Bela wrangles with what Adam had done for her.
Author's Note: And here's part two.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Heroes or Supernautral. They're owned by NBC and the CW. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
It didn’t feel right.
Not that it really ever does—and not that she’d really know. She’d never come back from the dead before, so how could she even begin to grasp what had happened to her. But that wasn’t even the most confusing part of the matter. She didn’t know what to do with herself now. She couldn’t go back to her old life—as far as the rest of the world was concerned, she was dead. She didn’t exist anymore. If she went to encounter any of her old contacts—Sam, Dean, hell even Bobby—she was likely to get shot before she could even get a word out. Any remnant of her old life that she had was gone.
Now all that was left for her to do was find some way to start over. And starting over wasn’t having the greatest ring to it at the moment. Especially considering who she would have to start over with.
He had swept her away, out to the countryside where he had a place that no one knew of. Live for four hundred years and you learn how to hide assets from the rest of the world. It was your typical country home, covered in rose bushes and other quaint little touches, enough to sustain the surreal feeling she’d been experiencing over the past few days, and make her feel like she was dreaming, and none of this had ever really happened. She was now isolated from the rest of the world, locked away like a girl in a tower until she could sort this out and figure out what she wanted to do with herself.
And she still didn’t know why she was in this position to begin with.
She made her way through the garden, looking over the green and color she had missed while she was living in the city. It was always so dank and gray there, but here there was brightness and variation. No dank buildings and plenty of fresh air, and to be perfectly honest, she’d missed it. But that didn’t change the fact that she didn’t like the why of why she was here, and that she still felt like a prisoner, even though she knew Adam wasn’t keeping her here.
She sat down on one of the benches in garden, wrapping her arms around herself and just soaking in the silence. She really would have preferred to have been alone to finish sorting this out, but it was his property—she wasn’t just going to commandeer it and kick him off it just because she wanted her space. So she more watched him from a distance as he did what she had been doing earlier except from the opposite direction, making his way around the garden and looking things over, occasionally reaching out to pick off a dead leaf or bud. Eventually he had worked his way to where she was sitting, and he gave her a small smile before gesturing to the section of bench next to her.
She looked up at him before nodding slowly, moving to the side to give him more room. He settled in next to her, following her eye line out to the trees ahead of them, before scanning the garden quietly.
“It’s a little overgrown, but otherwise it seems like it’s been kept in pretty good shape,” he began as he leaned back against the bench. “What do you think?”
“It’s very nice,” she replied slowly, not giving away much on her face—nothing she didn’t want to, anyway. “Very quiet.”
“Yes,” he said with a small nod. “Yes, it is.”
She dropped off again for a moment, taking in the area around them with a heavy sigh. Her head was swimming with conflict and not being able to get a straight answer out of him was making things even more frustrating. She didn’t know what she was supposed to say in order to get the answers she wanted, so all she could do was just sit there and watch, unsure of what to do.
“Why does this bother you so much?” he said, turning back to her. “I gave you life again.”
“I was dead, Adam,” she sighed softly. “It was my time—”
“Who says it has to be?” he said, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I have the power to save you, why shouldn’t I do that?”
“But why, Adam? Why me?”
“We had an agreement, didn’t we?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “When I was going to release the virus, I was supposed to save you. Why should this be any different?”
“Then it was my choice,” she said slowly. “Not everyone can live forever.”
“That doesn’t mean you had to die like that,” Adam replied, looking at her intensely, in that way when he wanted you to see his point of view, and it was almost as though he was trying to burn the thought into her. “You can’t die like that—not when I still need you.”
“What?” Bela frowned, glancing back at him, her eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”
“I need you, Bela,” he said, giving her a look. “I need your mind, I need your knowledge. All your connections. I need them, and therefore I need you.”
“So what, you brought me back for my little black book?” she said, the look on her face turning to a glare. “Fantastic, Adam. Thank you.” Bela got up after a moment and started to walk away from him, pulling her jacket more tightly around herself. She could hear him calling after her, but she didn’t turn around, really needing to be by herself for a little while, before she could think about facing him again. She needed some time, and she needed some space.
And after everything that had happened, seemed she had all the time in the world.