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Title: The Prison Within - Chapter 8 - "I will love you forever"
Author: [livejournal.com profile] force_oblique
Rating: G, possibly AU
Table/Prompt: Table #7,"helpless"
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Adam/Elle - mention of other characters ,Adam's POV
Word Count: In Progress
Summary: Adam's reflection on his years of imprisonment and how Elle changed that.
Author's Notes:Sorry it takes me this long to update all of my stories. It's personal reasons. But I promise I will keep updating, it helps keep my head off other unpleasant things.

Crossposted: At [livejournal.com profile] peter_adam_elle, [livejournal.com profile] heroes_fic, [livejournal.com profile] saltandsaffron,

Chapter One,Chapter two,Chapter Three,Chapter Four,Chapter Five,Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
*Chapter 6 contains a summary of previous parts

The Prison Within - Chapter Eight

The look on Elle’s face when she heard that I was alive, changed into one of unspeakable relief, confusion and hope.

Her briefly emotionless stare, was flooded with so much warmth that I was surprised it didn’t set the place ablaze.

It certainly had set my heart on fire. And I knew then it was for real.

I wasn’t that I didn’t trust Elle. It wasn’t that I didn’t love her. God, I loved her more than anything I had ever held dear in this world.

It was that I was deprived of faith in human honesty the minute I was betrayed.

My faith was shaken and I couldn’t help but always feel suspicious.

My heart was calling out to her every time I saw her and I wanted nothing more than to hold her tightly…
But I was cursed.

I felt cursed. Cursed with knowledge and experience that made anything happening, mundane or expected to me.

I wanted nothing more than to be surprised again, pleasantly.

And Elle had given me that. With each smile, each word, each look she gave me more and more reasons to regain that faith. And I was almost there. Half-way there.

I already knew I had faith in at least one person now. Her. And having her to cling to had led me to slowly and gradually build up the faith in myself as well.

“Adam is alive?” I heard her whisper, still lost in her own thoughts, as if talking to herself… Forcing herself believe it.

She lifted her eyes to Bob’s face searching for a sign, any sign that this wasn’t a sick joke. Something to tear her down again.

“Is it true?” she insisted, her lower lip trembling, her emotions overwhelming her.

He nodded. “Would you like to see him?” he continued in his established by now, flat tone of his.

Elle sat up, her hands on her lap. “I can see him?” she asked hesitantly.

It was just as much suspicious to her, to have Bob act like this, as it was for me.

Speechless, I was stuck looking at them through the glass, my eyes glued on my little saviour.

“Yes, you can see him. He is in the next room. You are free to visit him. Would you like that?”

“Yes” she answered carefully.
She flinched slightly as Bob’s hand cupped the top of one of her hands sitting on her lap.

“See Elle? Even after everything you have done; the pain you caused… Daddy is here for you. He will forgive you. I forgive you.”

He stared meaningfully in her eyes.
“But you have to do something for me in return when I ask you to, okay?” he concluded, the menace well concealed beneath his pseudo-friendly voice.

Elle lowered her head, her eyes falling on her clenched fists on her lap.
“Yes, daddy. Thank you” she finally said.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you!” Bob said as he stood up, already heading to the door.

“I said thank you for doing this for me, daddy. I will do anything you want…” she answered him, her gaze rising to meet his.

“Good girl!” he said and went out, but not before saying something else to her.
“The door of your room will be unlocked at all times, but once you hear an alarm sound, you are always to return to your rokm. Do you understand?”

“I understand” she said and she blinked hardly when she was finally alone again.

She slowly stood up from the bed and paced around her bed.

Her hands wiping away tears that were trickling down faster than I could count.
Her breath coming out in soft, broken sobs.

I was only relieved when I saw her smiling despite it all.
Those were happy tears.

But why wasn’t she coming to see me? Didn’t she want to see me?

I paced closer to the glass and brought my hand into contact with it.

Slamming it against it, all I wanted was to scream to her that I was only in the next room, waiting for her, waiting to be held, to be loved back, to open my arms to her once more.

But I knew what she was so afraid of.
It became clear to me, as I saw her frantically return to her bed and search for something between the bed sheets and under her pillow…

She pulled the covers in search of what she was looking for…

Which was nothing more than the piece of my t-shirt she had torn off four days ago.

The piece of me she had kept with her.
She hadn’t realized yet, that she held the whole of me.

She was only in peace again when she had it in her hand.

Holding it in her hand, squeezed tightly within her clenched fist, she started rocking herself as she sat on the edge of the bed.

It was incredulously that I realized what that was all about.

Her procrastination, her hesitation.

She was feeling guilty.
She thought she had killed me.

I was dead to her for four whole days and she knew it was because of her.

No mere human could survive that amount of electricity running through his body without a scratch on him.

Then again I wasn’t a mere human, but Elle didn’t know that.

In her eyes I was just as human and as vulnerable as the grandmother she had burned to death.

She probably thought that I was saved by some improbable miracle or due to Bob’s newly discovered compassion.

She didn’t know I didn’t believe in neither and neither should she.

There were no miracles. There was no compassion.

I had found that early in life. And her even faintly holding hope for any of those things brought tears to my eyes.

I forced myself stop. This was no time for tears.

Not if we would be able to meet again.

Not if she would come to my door, melt it under her touch and come to hug me.

Not If we would be together forever.

I held my breath as I saw her stand up and with small, decisive steps make her way to the door of her room which was left ajar

I stirred into action, anxious to get her back.

The first thing I did was draw the curtain. She didn’t have to know that I was watching her, that I saw her do that to the guard, to herself…

No yet anyways….

I walked to my bed and I waited.

It wasn’t long till the familiar sizzling sound on my door and in a matter of seconds, Elle stepped in straightening her dress and combing though her hair with her fingers.

Such a girlie reaction – she wanted to look pretty for me- but even though it would probably go unnoticed at any other time, this time I thought it was the sweetest, cutest thing I had seen anyone do for me in decades, centuries even…

As she stepped in some more, she saw me and it made her freeze.

She kept still and I am sure the same thing could be told about her heart.

But this time I was certain of what she needed.
I opened up my arms like I always did and there she was, my little Elle running to me again…

We held on to each other for what felt like hours, but it still didn’t feel enough.

We couldn’t get enough of each other, hugging tightly and kissing on the cheeks or on the forehead.

It was with effort that I let her break off of my embrace.

She cupped my face with her small hands and smiled with happy tears glimmering in her eyes.

“But how?” she only said.
But I knew what she meant.

How was it possible for me to be alive after everything she’d done?

“This is my gift, Elle!” I told her, hoping that my love for her would shine through my eyes.

There was no need for forgiveness. There was nothing to forgive.

She touched my t-shirt. She touched the dry blood on It and still she couldn’t understand.

“Your gift? I don’t understand, Adam” she pleaded.
She wanted to know, her need clearly visible in her expression.

“Yes, Elle! This is my gift. Like you have one… I don’t die!”

Her baby eyes grew wide, amazed but joy was in them too.

“You don’t die? Ever?”

“No, never!”

“So, I didn’t kill you then? You forgive me?”

I took her in my arms again and she eagerly tightened her grip on me, too.

“There’s nothing to forgive, Elle. I’ll never die. I’ll always be here for you. I love you!” I stated.

“You’ll love me. For as long as I live?” she asked, hope lingering in her voice.

“No!” I said

“No?” she looked at me perplexed, scared even.

“I wont love you for as long as you live. I will love you for as long as I live!

She pondered on this for a moment, trying to wrap her mind around it.

“But you’ll never die!” she exclaimed.

“That’s right!” I nodded.

“You’ll love me forever then?” she dared ask again, having drawn the right conclusion, the one that had set my heart on fire.

“Forever” I said and closed my eyes, hoping this moment would last forever, but Bob’s words resounded in my head.

”But you will have to do something for me in return when I ask you to, okay?”

End Of Chapter 8


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