Title: Death Omens: Call and Answer
Characters: Adam Monroe/Elle Bishop, the Haitian, Bob Bishop.
psych_30 Prompt: 18. Instinct
fic_variations Prompt: release (#2)
Content Warning: Spoilers through 211: Powerless (Heroes) and 306: Red Sky at Morning (Supernautral).
Summary: Adam arrives to try and help Elle.
Author's Note: A shoot off of Death Omens. It's not going to be horrendously long, but it is more than one part. Will crosspost when completed, and liked with all the side parts that have come/will come off of this.
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.
Part 1 | Thief with a Heart
If you call, I will answer. If you call, I’ll pick you up
If you call this disaster, I’ll point you home.
It only took him a few hours to get to where they were. It had been a bit of a—struggle—to get going, but once he had—talked some reason—into Bela, things went much more smoothly. He was able to—convince—her to let him borrow her car, and he’d even managed to make the car ride pleasantly quiet. No sniping, no bickering—it was possibly the most pleasant two hours he’d ever spent with Bela post-Tokyo, but his mind wasn’t on that. In fact, as he drove through the empty streets to get to the hospital, his mind was only on Elle.
Every instinct in his body screamed that this was a trap. The Winchesters may not have intentionally set it, but Bob had to have known that he was going to find out about Elle eventually, and when he did that he would come running. Elle was his only tie left to the Company, and Bob had to know that if Elle was in trouble, Adam would come running. He had promised her all those years ago that he would protect her, after all, and Adam Monroe wasn’t the type of man to back out on his promises. Even with everything that had transgressed between Elle and himself, especially concerning the situation with Peter, a promise was a promise, and he intended to do everything in his power to keep it, even if he wound up back in a cell again for another thirty years.
When he finally arrived at the hospital, he quickly made his way to a back door with few cameras, where he wouldn’t easily be seen. He and Dean had made this a predetermined meeting point, so Dean would slip him in and upstairs to Elle without causing too much attention. He was about five feet from the door when it swung open, the young man on the other side looking up at him.
“Where’s Bela?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“She’s waiting in the car,” Adam replied. “This shouldn’t take long.”
Dean nodded slowly, his eyes glancing back at the end of Bela’s car, before nodding up towards the stairs. “Room two-oh-three in the ICU. Daddy disappeared for a while, but I don’t know when he’ll be back.”
“Thank you,” Adam nodded, before making his way towards the stairs, leaving the other man on the landing behind him. It didn’t take him long to find the room in question, and he slipped into it as quickly as possible to avoid being seen. He shut the door behind him, and took a deep breath before looking over at the woman stretched out on the bed. She was intubated, which was going to be a problem. He was going to have to take the tube out before he healed her, which meant that he was going to have to turn off the machines so as not to alert the nurses. He just hoped for a moment that there wasn’t some kind of failsafe to alert the nurses that something was wrong—he needed a few moments with just her, all to himself. And with every instinct in his body still screaming trap now that he was actually here, he knew that may have been a bit too much to ask for.
He made his way through the cabinets of medical supplies, searching out a sterile syringe, and then making his way over to the monitors, starting to switch them off, unhooking Elle from them and carefully drawing the tube from her throat. The shock of being healed was going to be hard enough, he didn’t need her panicking because she was hooked up to all these machines and breathing for a tube. Once all that was done, he rolled up his sleeve, and inserted the syringe, drawing out some of his blood and moving to quickly inject it into her.
It didn’t take long for his blood to start working, the less serious bruises and things fading quickly, and a minute later, Elle sucked in a hard breath and lurched forward, coughing heavily as she doubled over Adam’s arm, one hand coming to rest on his shoulder as he supported her. After she had reclaimed control of herself, she sat up more, eyes darting back and forth slightly as she took in her surroundings.
“Where am I?”
“You’re in a hospital, love,” he replied softly, brushing her hair back lightly. “You were attacked by Sylar. Do you remember?”
Her eyes blinked for a moment, memories coming back into focus. “I was back at the hotel. Sylar had tracked me down, and he was—and then—” She then turned back to look at him, confused. “What are you doing here? How did you know?”
“A Dean Winchester called me,” he said with a nod. “He let me know what was happening—said that your father was here was well.”
Her eyes went wide as she pushed away from him, climbing off the bed and making her way towards the door. She had to slow down once her feet hit the floor—she hadn’t been unconscious long enough for her muscles to start to atrophy, but they were still a little stiff, nonetheless. “Then what are you still doing here?”
“I had to make sure you were alright, Elle,” he said, an amused smirk crossing his face as he got up and followed her. “I made a promise to you after all, didn’t I?”
She turned back to him and rolled her eyes, before looking out the window of the hospital room. “Yeah, well—I absolve you of your promises when you’re going to do something stupid.”
“Of course you do,” he said dryly, and she turned back to him with a glare.
“Shut up.” She glanced both ways again, before swallowing and propping open the door slightly. “Okay—looks like the coast is clear.”
“How are you going to explain this to your father?” he asked.
“Surprise, Daddy, it’s a miracle?” she said with a shrug. “I’ll think of something. Just go.”
“Get in touch with me when it’s safe, Elle.”
“I will,” she sighed, before pulling the door open slightly, and watching him slip out ahead of her.
When he made it down the stairs and out the door he came in, he figured he was home free, but there was still the nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach that something wasn’t quite right. He continued to make his way to the car as nonchalantly as possible, playing with the keys to Bela’s car in his hand as his eyes watched cautiously for something to pop out from the shadows. It wasn’t until he had finally reached he driver’s side door, and went to hit the button to unlock the doors when he heard the click of a shotgun being slammed into place somewhere behind him. He looked up, and he saw the face he despised, standing across from him and smirking in a way that gave Adam half a mind to leap his way over the front of the car and personally wipe it off his face.
“Hello, Adam,” Bob said.
“Bob,” Adam sighed, his eyes taking note of the number of guns that were on him at this point. Had to be at least six or seven. “Is this all really necessary? You know I’m just going to heal from them anyway.”
“Not necessarily,” Bob replied, before gesturing for another form to come out of the shadows. The Haitian came up behind him, and Adam swallowed hard, realizing that the bullet wounds the man was threatening to inflict were starting to have the potential to hurt quite a bit. “I have to admit, you surprised me, Adam. I didn’t really expect for you to show up when Winchester called you.”
“I promised Elle I’d be there to protect her,” Adam said thinly. “Unlike some people, I actually keep my promises to her.”
Bob’s face stiffened slightly at that, before motioning for two of the other men to move closer to Adam and handcuff him, shoving him in the direction of the Company van that was parked on the premises. “I probably should thank you for healing her. However, now we’re going to have to take her into custody as well, instead of carrying through with the assignment as we’d planned.”
“Assignment?” Adam frowned as he was lead away. “Elle was on assignment? I heard she’d left the Company.”
“Oh, she did,” Bob replied as he followed them. “But really, Adam—do we ever let any of them get away without a reason?”
The wheels in Adam’s head spun for a moment, confusion on his features, before everything suddenly clicked into places. “She was bait. You were using her as bait for Sylar.”
“They have a history—we thought it was highly likely that he would seek her out to try and exact some kind of revenge, so when Elle snuck off the grounds, we decided to let her go and see what would happen.”
Adam’s eyes narrowed as the employees shoved him into the back of the van, feeling him start to struggle slightly. “One of these days someone is going to kill you, Bob—and I’m going to just sit back and watch.”
Bob rolled his eyes. “Knock him out—I don’t want to hear him complain the whole way back to headquarters.” The van doors slammed shut and Bob turned back to the Haitian for a moment. “Did you take care of the Winchesters?” The man gave a silent nod, before Bob continued. “Good. I’ll get in contact with Agent Hendrickson, and hopefully the Winchester boys will be out of our hair for good.