Title: A Good Thing
Characters: Adam Monroe, Elle Bishop, implied Adam/Bela
psych_30 Prompt: 30. Denial
stagesoflove Prompt: Denial
fic_variations Prompt: Release (#3)
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Adam and Elle wait for their release from the Company.
Author's Note: Follows my fic Death Omens.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Heroes or Supernatural. 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.
“I’m sorry I got you into this, Adam.”
That was probably the fifth time Elle had apologized since they’d become cellmates in Bob’s little version of hell. He knew she had no intention of getting him caught again, and the fact that she was the reason was hurting her more than it was helping her. He smirked slightly at the sound of her voice coming through the wall and leaned back, letting his back relax against the cold stone of the walls.
“I think you’ve apologized more than enough times for that, Elle.”
“Yeah, well—I don’t think it’s enough,” she said with an uncomfortable sigh. “I mean, you’d just gotten out of here after thirty years, and I’m putting you back again.”
“Oh—I wouldn’t say that quite yet.”
He could picture the confused look that should have been on her face in his mind’s eye. He knew the question was coming, the hows and the whys, but he liked to think that she knew the tone in her voice when he was plotting after being around him for so long. Instead, came a heavy sigh, that probably also came with an eye roll, and Elle’s voice was slightly more annoyed than he had anticipated.
“What are you plotting now?”
He chuckled slightly at that, a small grin slipping across his face. “This time, Elle, I’m not the one doing the plotting.”
“You’re not? Someone on the outside wants to get you out.”
“To be more accurate, someone on the outside wants to get you out,” he said with a small smirk. “And I have someone who’s going to help them do it.”
“You mean Sam and Dean?” she said, and there he heard the frown he’d been looking for. “Why would they want to get me out? I haven’t given them anything but trouble.”
“You didn’t hear the young man when he called me to come save you, Elle,” Adam replied quietly. “That wasn’t the pleas of a man who was just doing as he was told.”
She was quiet again, and then a few minutes later, her voice came back, a bit reluctantly. “So what exactly makes you think that this someone is going to help Sam and Dean get me out?”
“She knows a good thing when she sees it,” Adam replied. “And I’m willing to make it more than worth her while.”
“So the idea is—you bank on her helping the Winchesters because she knows you’re going to make it worth her while.”
“And if this plan massively backfires and she doesn’t?”
“Nothing is for certain, Adam.”
“I know, Elle—but she won’t.”
There was another heavy sigh from the other side of the wall. “You have a thing for her, don’t you? Or at least you think she has enough of a thing for you to do whatever she needs to do to get you out.”
“Elle, shooting me is her favorite activity—I doubt she has any interest in me otherwise.”
When she spoke again, he could hear the teasing in her voice, and the grin was all to evident. “My favorite activity was electrocuting you—and we all know where that led.”
“I don’t think she enjoyed it in quite the same capacity that you did, Elle.” He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the statement, and she giggled from behind the stone, which was a better sign of life from her than she had had in a while.
“She may not, but you definitely do.”
“Don’t ‘Elle’ me—you’re not my father.”
A door creaked open ahead of them, and there was the sound of footsteps ahead of them. He glanced up from where he was sitting on the bed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees so that he could see out the window, and as he did, he watched as Bob led Angela Petrelli, as well as a dark-haired woman he’d recognize in a heartbeat. Bela glanced over at him once Bob’s back was turned, and a small smirk crawled up the side of her face. He smirked back, bemused at who she had chosen to get her in as deep as she had, and waited until the three of them had disappeared further down the hallway, out of sight as well as earshot.
“As I was saying, Elle—she knows a good thing when she sees one.”
“Uh-huh,” Elle’s voice came from the other side. “You still like her.”
Adam rolled his eyes, before leaning back in his seat. “Whatever you say, Elle.”