Black Sundays (HR,XO,UC,Mature) COMPLETE 4-23-08

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Here's the last installment of Black Sundays. Sorry that it's late, thank you for putting up with it, and I hope you enjoyed it :}

Part XXI

It was easier to get into the facility than she had anticipated. It could have been in part because Peter was with them but Liz didn't want to think that. That would mean that Elle and her might not have been able to do it on their own.

Ignoring the constant looks of concern directed at her, she continued toward the office that they knew Bob was in. He was if anything predictable which meant there would not only be guns but at least one person like them. A midas touch was only good for some things. His current situation was not one of them.

With a bang the door to his office open, the three men occupying the space immediately took the offensive. Bob's companions didn't stand a chance as Peter and Elle quickly subdued them. Liz forced the balding man with the ridiculous name to his knees. He was a scourge on the earth. His presence only brought suffering.

“Hello Bob. It's been a while,” she ran her fingers over his defunct features just as he had done when she'd first been in his custody. With a quick look at Elle she gave him a sardonic grin where she was giving one of the men an extra charge, “You know you're a sick fuck when when your sadist daughter turns against you.”

“Has she?” he looked to his daughter as if he expected her to suddenly come to her rescue after months of working against him.

“Yes, she has” despite what others thought Liz did trust the woman. She turned to Elle making sure she had her attention, “I don't want you to see this.”

There was a moments hesitation before she nodded and left. Despite the torture the man had subjected her to when she was just a child, he was still her father, “Goodbye daddy.”

“Your daughter deserves better than you.”

“I did what I thought was best.”

“And you were wrong,” she pushed her sleeves up and took a step toward him. Only a hand on her wrist stopped her.

“What are you going to do?” Peter, she'd forgotten he was there.

“What I have to,” she tried to shrug him off but he wouldn't let go.

“You're not a murderer.”

That stopped her. Why would he think that she would go so far? Why would he believe that if she ever did that it wouldn't be her only choice? She knew she wasn't capable of killing. There had been many chances over the years and she'd never dared take that step. It would make her just like them.

“I never said I was.”

“That's what it'll take,” they turned toward Bob who was staring up at them defiantly.

Hatred bubbled up in her. Liz bent down so that they were eye to eye, her hands on the side of his head, “There are worse things than death.”

Like not being able to escape a prison of ones own making.

The mind was a powerful thing.

*

He was leaning on the doorframe to her room as if he belonged there. Liz tried to ignore him as she removed the food from their take out containers, “Go back to Caitlin, Peter”

“I told you she went home to Ireland,” the quake in her hands wouldn't go away.

“Than go to Ireland.'

He gently removed the last container from her hand and moved it aside, “My place is here.”

She moved back away from him, “You could be happy.”

“I could,” he came a step closer.

“If you stay the Company will hit back,” her back pressed against the wall. They were toe to toe.

“They won't get the chance,” he leaned down so their faces were a breath a part. "I won't let them."

Her heart was beating against her chest trying to escape, “If you do this you'll never get rid of me.”

The small smirk sent shivers to her toes, “Good.”

*

There were so many problems in the world. So many challenges that needed to be faced. The Company. Sylar. Others with abilities that believed they were better than those without. Obstacles that could come out of the blue to threaten humanity.

Liz almost missed the days where she was buried in her lab work.

Almost.

Peter's head shifted in her lap. He was out cold though he hadn't meant to fall asleep. They'd been watching a movie. She couldn't remember the title of it or what it was about. That added to her partners sudden fatigue could mean it wasn't worth watching.

Smiling, she ran her hands through his hair.

She wasn't sure where she would be if she wasn't with him. Off somewhere with Elle, who most definitely would be in therapy since that had purely been Peters' idea. Not helping Nathan patch up things with his family or making sure that Angela was abiding by the terms of her house arrest.

Elle walked into the room, her face scrunched up in disgust at what she perceived as a cutesy moment between the two. With a roll of the eyes she walked past them into the kitchen.

For everything that had happened, where she ended up wasn't half bad.

FIN