| Appearences by: | Sylar, Elle, Baby Noah |
| Season: | Season 2 |
| Episode #: | N/A |
| Date: | June 13, 2007 |
| Total Deaths: | 0 |
Elle
It was 3:15 P.M. Gabriel was busy at work and that meant that Elle had been alone in the apartment with nothing else to do besides lay down, watch T.V., and eat. It had been approximately two months since they had that heart to heart regarding him being himself, and things had been significantly better. It was like they'd finally gotten back to basics and found an ever deeper level of connection with one another. Not only that, but her belly was large, super large given her size, and there was never a moment that the baby wasn't moving around. Thankfully, her vigorous moisturizing regimen and impeccable genetics prevented stretch marks from forming. If one patch of skin was less than perfect, she'd be absolutely devastated. After Elle had pretty much destroyed the nursery, she and Gabriel brought everything back, but as time passed she got the urge to collect a variety of things. She'd bought four coats, six packs of diapers, hand and foot mitts, socks, shoes, hats, more bottles and utensils, a variety of toys and so much more. For the couple of weeks her back had been killing her completely, and admittedly she was slightly more bitchy than usual. So there she was, bowl of chocolate ice cream resting on her belly and Spongebob Squarepants running around on the television. Soft giggles escaped from her as the naive sea sponge got into all sorts of trouble. The cartoon pretty much reminded her of her actual life. Elle could relate to Spongebob in a variety of ways, she loved to have fun and she loved to annoy the hell out of Gabriel, who if given a character relation would no doubt be Squidward. The pregnant blonde found herself sliding down uncomfortably in the bed gradually, so she made an attempt to slide herself back up. With all of this pregnancy weight, it was a pretty hard thing to do, taking the breath right out of her. As she sat upright once more, she felt something wet down below as water gushed out of her. 'Did I just pee on myself?' Her face was scrunched up in a frown. It didn't seem like she had to go to the bathroom or anything, and the smell certainly didn't resemble that of pee. Suddenly, it dawned on her: the baby was on its way.
Sylar
Sylar was forced to sit through yet another briefing. The only reason the idiot Danko and whoever was running this godforsaken, god aweful op (who he would soon discover and…..apply a little magic trick to once he found out their identity) kept him around so he didn't kill all the other "targets". That was so his line anyway and it was just tacky to plagiarize and obvious copyright. Leaning against the wall nearest the door, he listened as the skull faced man, otherwise known as Danko, preach on and on the importance of capturing specials. Were all of these supposed 'highly trained' intel people sheer idiots or did Danko just loooove to heard himself talk? Both, he surmised. Sylar fought the urge to slowly slide down the wall until he sat on the floor, merely for the attention, to see if anyone would notice. God, this party needed to be livened up and fast. Who better to do it then Sylar?
Elle
"OH FUCK! OH SHIT!" What the hell was she suppose to do now!? Gabriel wasn't there and he was the one who was going to be delivering the baby! Wait! That's right! Gabriel! She had to call him! Picking up the phone she began dialing immediately, Elle had felt contractions for a few days now but she only dismissed them as false signs of labor like she'd been getting before. Tears began to fall down from her eyes, she was so fucking scared. Labor was one of the things she'd been fearing the most, and all this time the signs were right in her face but she just didn't notice it. Elle didn't want that baby to tear her open, she didn't want blood all over the bed, especially not her own. Right as the phone was ringing; she was biting down roughly on her lower lip. Her nervousness was so rampant that a spark traveled through the phone from her hand and fried it completely, rendering it unusable. It took her moment to notice this, and she held the phone away from her trying to figure out why she wasn't getting a ring tone of any sort. She tried pressing a variety of numbers but nothing seemed to work.
Sylar
Letting out a dramatic sigh, he seriously considered faking a seizure. Oh, how dangerous the specials were, how horrible, how inhuman, blah blah blah. Danko's attempts at serious were, to him, laughable; he was so melodramatic in ever move he made. The techs all watched and listened and Sylar was half surprised that they weren't writing notes frenzily as if they would be quizzed later. Thus far, he'd done no actual good at this job, not that he cared or wanted to either way; but for god's sake, he'd rather be doing something that getting briefed and waiting in the van during ops. Danko rarely listened to him when he had input, which he now hardly bothered with. This was really just a ridiculous, clownish waste of his time. Fuck Petrelli.
Elle
With a loud and angry scream, she threw the cordless phone across the room, but something strange happened. Instead of the going forward and arching downward, it went forward but arched up, hitting the ceiling rather hardly. Elle had no idea, what was happening; she didn't have telekinesis and she couldn't manipulate gravity so what gave. The strange phenomenon made her silence herself for a few seconds as she looked on in confusion. Something didn't feel right; something didn't feel right at all. Looking down the hall from sitting in the bed, the pathway looked as if it were getting longer and longer, the light from the sunlight streaming in through the living room windows getting further and further away. "The hell?" A powerful sensation ripped through her back and stomach, causing her to scream out in pain, hands immediately clutching herself. She was seeing things; she had to have been seeing things. It was just the stress and fear of going into labor that was screwing around with her head. She was being delusional; she did have delusions after all, right? "GABRIEEEEEL!" She screamed out, for what reason, she didn't know. It wasn't like he could hear her.
Sylar
Stupid deal. Why had he agreed? It had been far too tempting, seeing Petrelli on a silver platter like that, assuming that Sylar would play nice and obey the "rules". He hadn't. He could pull a Peter himself and go 'boom', ridding them of their problem the easy way, but noooo. Had to be fucking heroic, didn't they? Even when Sylar found the names of the high ups, he doubted Petrelli would be voting for their execution, Sylar style, even if it meant their freedom. He uncrossed his arms from his chest, placing his hands flat in the air, hip -width apart, slowly sparking his palms, keeping it subtle. For now.
Elle
The hallway didn't even look like the hallway anymore, it looked more like a cave or a tunnel, just spooky looking over all. How could it be so long? There apartment was only so big. Another scream ripped through her as another contraction hit, the pain getting more and more unbearable with each passing second. "No, no, no, no… not now… not y-AAAH!" This was all a trick of the mind, she needed to calm down. Like she'd learned from that birthing class way back when, she began breathing deeply in and out trying to calm herself, which went completely out of the window when the next series of events took place. Flowers began growing out of the floor. Long green stems began to rise up out of the floor, the buds opening up as the flowers grew rapidly before her eyes. The petals were long and white, a tad bit feathery with blue coloring in the inner most part. That wasn't all, as sparks wracked her body the same thing began to happen to the walls and other devices. Flowers started forming from out of the very television screen, the device shutting down not long afterwards. Before long the entire length of the hallway was covered in the same flowers, a glittering crystalized snow emitting forth from them and floating upwards into the air, phasing through the walls. Was the baby doing all of this? Was this it's power? This wasn't the first time she'd seen flowers because of her stress and hormonal issues. Some time passed and another contraction ripped through her, electricity poured off of her and just like that there was a mass blackout in Washington D.C.
Sylar
He stood there, practicing (attempting) to shock his individual fingers specifically. Danko was just getting to the- What the hell? The lights went out. Sylar frowned down at his hands. He may not have stellar control of Elle's ability, but he knew that that hadn't been him. His frown deepened as he thought, ignoring, with effort, the panicking noises of the conference room. Sylar stood by the door still, not moving. Lighting up his hand for the lemmings, he suddenly took notice of it and the power it held. Elle…….But wait……Either they ran out of ice cream or…..something was seriously wrong. His eyes widened, he needed to get home five minutes ago. Swearing colorfully, the sheep nearest him starting at his language, volume and light as he threw open the door and led himself down the hall, down the stairwell and past the clueless security who knew him….sort of, on sight. Reaching his car, he started it up, ignoring the seat belt, tearing from the parking garage like a roadster. He sped down the roads as much as was possible, swearing, antsing and displaying other signs of serious road rage.
Elle
Crystallized snow fluttered about. It collected on the ceiling just like regular snow would do the ground, and on the underside of window sills and the bottom of whatever it could get caught on. The ceiling itself was glowing, as the flowers continued to produce the beautiful substance, lighting up the darkened and extended hallway. Tears were flowing from out of her eyes as she called out for Gabriel, holding herself in pain. Butterflies, lady bugs, and a variety of other insects associated with happiness and peace whizzed about the room, dragonflies zig-zagging every which way. The air within the apartment was different, transparent colors shifted about, resembling an aurora. Maybe it was the crystalized snow, maybe it was something else. If she wasn't scared of being ripped open and in so much pain, Elle would be mesmerized by the sight. It was like something right of a storybook. Outside of their apartment, the rest of the complex was suffering from the strange phenomenon as well, but not in the same way. Thick, rugged crystal spires erupted from the walls, floors, and ceilings. The elevator shaft itself was completely sealed off as a result. The cable and cart had been overwhelmed by crystal to the point that the weight became unbearable, so much so that the car fell… up. The stairs were like melted candle wax, as soon as they were stepped out they'd melt and slide apart, making movement difficult. From the outside the complex seemed relatively normal, though those already within couldn't leave even if they tried, their screams unheard.
Sylar
Sylar drove like a madman, fitting as it was, through all kinds of traffic. The drive wasn't a long one, but it was a full one, the hour of the sightseers and the workers going home early. Swearing profusely at the various jams due to the several light poles having fallen over, crushing cars, wires, houses, sidewalks, streets and nearly people. Fuck, this was really not good. She was in trouble, he just knew it. The stop lights were black, no light coming from them, as expected. The traffic, with their moronic drivers, didn't know how to behave and respond. So they did as they pleased. Nearly every intersection was a car wreck, normally a hideous sight, but Sylar hardly noticed. Fuck this; if things didn't pick up, he'd 'fly' there. Trying to hold back his frustration and anger, barely avoiding slamming on the horn, he didn't add to the din, aside from the yelling from inside his own car, that is. "Jesus, you fucking id- No, you don't get to g- Hey! Fucking traffic, I swe- Christ, c'mon!"
Elle
Lush green vines began to appear, the apartment transformed into somewhat of a glowing, colorful, crystallized forest rather than a field of flowers. It was like heaven itself had descended upon the room. Tears continued to flow from her eyes as she moved to lie on her side in the middle of the bed, still in pain. The walls around the room seemed to have spread out far apart; she didn't even know where she was anymore. She could still see down the hallway but off to the left, there were large trees which had sprouted up, the leaves green and crystalline, blue orchids littering them. The trunks were composed of twisting crystal, streams of water flowing about. Would Gabriel ever find her? Did he even know what was going on?
Sylar
Sylar took a few back roads the instant he could, less use, less lights. He sped a good thirty miles over the limit until he reached their building, parking. Barely remembering to turn the car off and put it in park, not in that order, as he jumped from it, running into the building. And froze dead in his tracks. Crystal stalagmites and stalactites? Everywhere. Was this an illusion? Was she being attacked? At that, he headed for the elevator, but touching the button, he felt its location and current inoperability. "Fuck!" He snapped at no one, turning for the stairs. Melted? A few people were stuck in the remains of the stairs, but that was not his focus. Fuck, fuck, fuck. There was not shaft, no space down the middle of the stairs for him to propel himself up, so he growled, running back outside and around to the side of their apartment. Looking up at it for all of two seconds, he pushed off the ground, his feet rising as fast as he could without unbalancing. He rose to their level, the seventh floor, exploding in their living room window, sliding himself in. Ignoring the glass in his shirt and no doubt his hair and skin, possibly his pants, he stood straight, taking in the equally bizarre room. Plants. Fucking trees in his living room. Flowers everywhere! Bugs, too. All that was missing was the furry cute animals out of Snow Whi- Fuck this. Sylar made his way through the foliage to the bedroom, "Elle?! Elle?! Baby, whe-" he saw her lying on the bed. Was she alright?
Elle
Out of nowhere she heard crashing and she screamed out, completely scared of what exactly it was that could be. Of all times for the world to just get completely wacky, she had to give birth as well. Then she heard him: Gabriel was here. "GABRIEL! GABRIEL!" She screamed out, tears streaming down her face as she tried to sit up. "IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO MUCH!" She bawled out as the contractions tore through her, the baby moving about inside of her, kicking and clawing.
Sylar
Oh, god, his heart sped up and slowed down at the same time upon hearing her voice. She was alright…..at least alive. "Elle?! Baby…." he ran to the bed, scrabbling for her hand, the other going to her face, turning it towards him. "Baby……w-what hurts?" he asked, fearing he already knew, his frantic eyes tracing all over her face. Next was her body for a check u- His head tilted as he looked at her belly, clear imprints of hands and feet seen pressing against her womb, denting the skin out. Oh…..oh, boy. Looking back up to her, he said, "Baby, what happened? Talk to me….shh, shh."
Elle
She simply cried as he grabbed her hand, unable to get what it was she wanted to say out of her. "Ga-Gabriel… ," she sobbed still unable to say anything as the pain ripped through her. "W-water broke… all this… shit started happening," she was referring to the state of the apartment. She had no idea of what was happening outside; she couldn't even hear outside. It was like the outside world didn't exist. Crystal snow floated upwards between them, the aurora still ever present. "H-hurts… get the baby out of… pleeeease…" Perhaps it was a good thing they didn't go to a hospital or anything, especially if all of this was happening. The painkillers probably would've done wonders for her though, if only she wasn't afraid of anything dealing with the men and white coats.
Sylar
Fuck. He was right. Oh, they were so fucked. "Shh, angel, I'm here," he soothed, pretending to be stable at the moment himself, which was a complete and total lie. "Okay, we can handle this. We need to ignore the…..shit going on, can you do that? I know it does, sweetheart. Can I get some things around here for you? Towels and ice and stuff?" Sylar asked before leaving her, fuck. Patting her hand and running his through her hair, stroking it as he looked at her. Oh, god…… This was…..so unexpected. Dashing off, he grabbed several large towels, ice, lots of water, some valium and pillows, floating them crazily back to the bedroom, setting them around her haphazardly. Arranging the pillows for her, the towels under her, the ice and water near her, he handed her a valium. "I need you conscious to push," he said by way of rushed explanation.
Elle
A lot of the pillows he'd gotten were covered in a layer of crystalline dust, but it didn’t seem to agitate her in the slightest. In fact, it seemed pretty harmless. She took the pill and instructed, drinking it down with the water. To make things even worse, crystal spires began to incase the door, making travel in and out of it a challenge. More of them began to rise up around them, butterflies floating around in the air, and a dragonfly harmlessly, landing on her belly. Upon doing so the insect withered away into crystal ash, floating upwards and away to meld into the crystal covered ceiling which was shining brightly down on them. "W-why's this happening?"
Sylar
Their entire apartment was trashed…..he had not envisioned delivering under these circumstances. Unless Sylar had accidently touched a Bible somewhere or stepped into the wrong church for his wedding and this was the Rapture, he was ninety-nine point nine percent sure that this was his baby. Holy hell. What were they about to do? What were they thinking? Sylar knelt beside her on the bed, looking at her, "I think…..its baby," he said simply, a little wide around the eyes. He spat away a butterfly that landed on his cheek, turning briefly; he swung both arms parallel to the ground in a sweeping motion, the trees and plants falling to the ground with rumbling crashes. That ought to help everyone's concentration. He leaned down placing his hands and ear to her belly, feeling the roiling life within her, his lashes fluttering as he absorbed information.
Elle
The baby… it had been the exact same thing she'd thought of, but she wasn't sure. Hopefully they wouldn't have to put up with this sort of thing every day from the baby. Talk about the worst parenting gig ever. However, this also put a lot of things into perspective. If word got out about the baby did… there was definitely no telling who'd be coming after it. The government, the Company, Pinehearst, someone else… She sniffled as Gabriel knocked down the trees, loud thuds being heard that seemed to shake the floor. It was surprising that the trees didn't crash through the floor given their weight. More fluid continued to discharge from her, the baby adamant about coming out into the world. "Gabriel… Daddy… ," she called out tears sliding down her cheeks. "It hurts," her voice cracked and electricity arched from her and zapped him.
Sylar
Sylar covered her with a telekinetic 'umbrella' from the falling trees and leaves and such as he listened to the baby, trying to focus. The baby was extremely restless, obviously, impatient to be born, although he couldn't help but wonder if it was best that the baby stay inside Elle. He was disrupted from his gathering by her shocks against him. Sylar winced, pulling away, knowing it had not been on purpose. "Angel, I know. You need to calm down and be calm with me, okay? This is going to take hours, so don't wear yourself and me out before we're ready," was his command to her; gently, but firmly. "Now, can you just inhale and exhale and focus on that and my voice, only those things, look at me," he held her hand and looked down at her. "Can you tell me when this started?" The man asked; he hadn't had time to analyze how much she'd dilated thus far, but it wouldn't be soon in any case.
Elle
Stay inside of her!? Oh hell no, not if she was going to be in this much pain. "I'm sorry; it just hurts so much…" It was hard to focus on anything besides the pain; her nerves were dramatically eased with him in the room with her however. "Hours!?" Maybe she skipped that particular chapter in the book, but what difference did it make, the books didn't say anything about reality shifting and all sorts of other creepy shit. "Okay," she said softly as she breathed in and out, trying to calm herself and focus on him. "I dunno… it seems like forever… I tr-tried to call you… but I broke the phone…"
Sylar
Oh, wonderful, the phone was broken. He couldn't do anything about the power, but if necessary, he could fix the phone. "I know it does, angel." He had to put things in perspective. She would kill all three of them if she didn't calm down and listen. He wanted to ask if she thought the baby would just pop out in a matter of minutes, but this wasn't the time. "How many contractions have you had?" He prompted, "When did your water break?" He needed a rough estimate, although, eventually he'd get an idea, he'd like one now. "Okay, angel…..we just need to get you as comfortable as possible and calm baby down while we're at it. I don't think you're helping it right now, so let’s take some deep breaths and relax. You're contractions are timing just fine, everything's going to be fine. You may not dilate for several hours." Of course, he could just…..give her a C-section and heal it afterwards, but….. he knew what her answer would be to that.
Elle
"I don't know… maybe three of four," she answered with tears still in her eyes. "I was… I was… w-watching cartoons… a-and… and… it was three something…" She only knew that much given the time that Spongebob had been on T.V. Since she called him and all of this stuff started happening, she had no idea how much time had passed. "Okay…" The last thing Elle wanted to do was hurt the baby and Gabriel. A C-section was definitely a big, giant no. "I'm hot… ," she complained. That couldn't be a good thing, not at all. Wasn't a fever bad, wasn't she suppose to be at a steady temperature?
Sylar
"Good, angel, thank you, that's good to know," he projected calm and warmth into his voice, beginning to feel more in control himself. Sylar arranged the pillows, after wiping them free of crystals and whatnot, so she was slightly upright, enough to be mobile with her legs. He sat beside her, still holding her hand. "We're gonna be just fine, angel. You just keep up the good work, relax, okay? No one's going anywhere," Sylar trying to lighten the mood, she was really freaking out about this. "I'm here, no more trees or bugs or shit, okay? You're safe and so is baby and we need to you to kick back." Sylar held back a frown, he'd been here about six minutes already and she was already hot with no contraction thus far. Anything past twelve minutes, he knew, spelled a long laborious birth. Quickly icing his hands, he rubbed them over her skin, "That's it….." he encouraged.
Elle
Long and laborious birth? It was a good thing he didn't actually say that, and an even better thing that she breezed over her tasked reading, not paying too much attention to it. His voice was soothing to her, it always was. Their apartment was completely transformed and she stared around at the room as he began cooling her off with his ability. "It’s … pretty," she stated in reference to the apartment. The snow continued to rise up from the flowers and the bugs continued to fly about. To be honest, none of it was scary. "I can't believe … a baby did all this…"
Sylar
Well, longer than average, which, for the first born, was twelve hours. Sylar didn't bother to look around; instead he stared at her with the slight, half-grin in place. "It’s beautiful……" he said, mostly of her, but including her observation in his comment, then he added, "Just not in our bedroom." This was good, she took directions well at this stage, that would bode even better later on, when she was kicking and screaming at him in rage. Sylar was highly uncomfortable about being around an ability he couldn't see the origin of or see enough to understand it or communicate with the wielder. Plus, he had no idea how to make the rainforest theme, this time in their bedroom, (Their bedroom!) go away. The scene was breathtaking, but so was she. "Me, either, angel. It’s going to make quite a story."
Elle
"P-picutres?" It would be nice to have pictures of this while it lasted, they pretty much had to tear all of this down and clean up. But… maybe it could stay like this for a while. It was quite a unique theme: a crystal forest, that and it saved tons of money on decoration. "L-look" she said weekly, picking up her spoon that she'd been eating off of earlier. She tossed it, only for it to arc upwards and land on the ceiling, landing in a pile of crystal snow which fluttered downward and floated gently back to the ceiling, settling. Scared to know what would happen should one of them decide to jump. "H-hold me?"
Sylar
“Ye-" he got out before she tossed the utensil out into the felled forest, but instead of following gravity, it did just the opposite, 'falling' to the ceiling in the snow there. He watched it float, lips parted, amazed and in awe as he looked on, his neck craning eventually. "W-wow," was all he could say. "Of course," he said, a few seconds after she'd asked, lying beside her, wrapping his arms around her tightly, but not too confining. "Here's the game plan. We're going to act like this is a regular day in the life, and I'll help you through the contractions and protect you if this….wonderland acts up." At least she was relaxing, so he called the camera to his hand, then handing it to her. "Is there anything I can get you? Food, drink, something to do or watch?"
Elle
He held onto her just like she'd wanted, easing into him easily. Gabriel was exactly what she needed. "It… never hurt me… it just… scared me." Elle didn't like admitting when she was scared, but she didn't have any problems telling Gabriel anything. The camera was floated over to her and she blew the tiny crystals off of it. On the back of the camera were smaller, crystal producing flowers. She tried to turn the camera on, but it wasn't working. "Everything probably has flowers growing out of it." She sat there for a few more seconds, laying with him, the former pain was getting distant. But the moment she got too comfortable, a contraction tore through her forcing her to scream out, and bury her face in his chest.
Sylar
The contractions shouldn't be making her scream just yet, and that was a curveball. Good or bad, he didn't know."I'm not," he stated dryly just to be snarky. "About now, you should be having your pre-labor contractions about now, from what I can tell. You must have already had your Braxton-Hicks, those are painless usually and that's just preparing your uterus, your womb for action, it’s like a stretch." Filling her in, he knew she hadn't read that much and it was probably better that way. "It may start for a while, then stop for a few hours or days, then pick up again, that's normal. We'll know when your contractions get spaced to ten minutes apart and you may have diarrhea," the man floating the camera away to go back to holding her.
Elle
"What!? Daddy, no! I don't wanna shit on myself!" Amazing how that's what she thought about when it practically felt like she was being ripped open from the inside with lots of weird shit going around her. It's just that… she didn't want to shit on herself, especially not in front of Gabriel, her husband. That was just way too embarrassing. Normally she was uninhibited but that's where she drew the line. Indeed she'd already had her Braxton-Hicks contractions, these were nothing like those. Hours… days… this was going to be so fucking agonizing…
Sylar
They'd been waiting for about eleven hours now; Elle was sweat soaked and getting weak and the contractions grew faster and stronger. Sylar kept a close eye (and ear) on the position of the baby and her cervix. Elle had done impeccably; now she had less energy and attention to spare on him as the contractions got 'worse' but that only meant they were nearing the end of the road. Sylar kept filling her up with water, soothing her with ice. They hadn't had to change positions much and there had been no 'accidents' or messes as yet. "We're going great, angel," he murmured; they were so close to the transition when she would fully dilate and have stronger contractions that would rip through her as she prepared to push the baby out. "Angel, I need you to let me know when or if you get hot and cold flashes or cold sweat and get really, really uncomfortable, okay? Those are all very good things," Sylar encouraged, knowing by now she needed it.
Elle
She was practically screaming out as loud as she possibly could, tears streaming down her eyes. "GET THIS FUCKING BABY OUT OF MEEE!" Gabriel was doing a pretty awesome job, but did not want to go through this any longer than she had to. She sobbed helplessly, feeling like she was about to break apart at any second. "GABRIEEEEL!" Why oh why did she let him talk her into getting pregnant, she knew it was going to be horrible, but she fell for it anyways. Now because of that she was going to be ripped to pieces at any moment.
Sylar
Sylar had long since been forced to tone down her volume to his ears with his abilities, so he could remain anywhere near her. He sat beside her still, able to lean to her or her belly at a moment's notice, holding her hands to squeeze at each contraction. It hurt him to see her like this, it really did. "Angel, you're doing so good, this is almost it, okay? Then we get to hold junior." Her contractions were around six to seven minutes, at five, they would be in transition. Sylar gave her water between them, petting and smoothing back her hair from her beautiful, beet-red, sweaty face. "Keep breathing and don't use muscles in your upper body, okay? Don't strain anything up there."
Elle
Baby had long since took out her ability, well not completely. All she was able to do now was spark, and even then she barely gave off anything. "GABRIEL! I WANT IT OUT! I WANT IT OUT! I WANT IT OUT OF ME NOW!" As far as she was concerned, almost wasn't good enough. Soon was too late, and later was forever. The trees that he'd managed to knock down earlier had faded away into nothingness, but only to be replaced with new ones, others still springing up all around them. There was even a mild breeze, but it wasn't significant enough to really cool her. She screamed out louder as yet another contraction tore her apart, more fluid draining from her.
Sylar
"I know, angel, I know, I do, too." Perhaps not the best thing to say, but it was honest. "You're doing great, any minute now, okay?" He said quickly as she calmed down from the contraction, waiting the six minutes until the next, keeping track of it in his head for when it hit five minutes. Elle really was handling this well, he'd expected more swearing and screaming and violence towards his person, which he didn't get. "We're so close, baby's almost here to say hi," just reinforce it, just reinforce it, just- was his mental chant. Hopefully, she'd be thankful for baby later….he knew she would. "Storm before the calm, angel, then you'll forget this ever happened, I know, it seems unlikely, but it will, when you hold baby." Seeing her sweat increase, Sylar fanned her with large puffs of air over her body, again, using abilities. Elle was eight centimeters dilated, any minute was a literal estimate.
Elle
Elle didn't think it the same ways as the ordinary human being. In her mind, she figured that if she did something to hurt Gabriel, which in her case could be pretty fatal; she'd have no one to help her through this ordeal. There was no way in hell she was letting the only person around her, who just so happened to be delivering her baby, get hurt. She refused to be fucked in the end. "This feels so fucki- AAAH!" She writhed on the bed, her body completely sweaty, and this time she actually did shit on herself. "GABRIEL!" Why did she eat that ice cream? Why?
Sylar
Oh, boy. They were here. This was it. "It’s okay, angel, I'm right here, it’s okay, I promise. Finish line is in sight." He gave her a rushed smile, standing and going to the foot of the bed, moving the dirtied towel, replacing it with another. Sylar placed on hand on her belly, the other on her labia, closing his eyes for a second, before opening them again. He gave a nervous-excited brief laugh, looking at her. "Angel, this is it!" They were really gonna have a baby. She had fully dilated and her contractions were at five wonderful minutes, okay, maybe not wonderful, but. His own breathing came faster. "Get ready to push, angel, you'll know when, it’s gonna get really bad and you'll feel like you need to shit, that's just baby, okay? When I say to push, you push and either hold your breath, but don't strain, or breath to keep relaxed, but push when I say." That part was key. Oh, god, they were so close.
Elle
Gabriel moved around to the foot of the bed, and her heart beat got faster and faster. This was it… at any moment the baby was going to be here. She was so scared. "O-okay, okay!" She could do this, she could do this! She'd gotten this far, she wasn't about to give up now. Elle felt like she needed to push now, but she wasn't going to do anything until Gabriel told her to. The last thing she wanted to do was fuck up and end up dying in the middle of birth. Gabriel could heal her, but still. All Gabriel, needed to do was give her the word, she was raised to be a Company girl and taking orders was what she did best.
Sylar
"Push as you need to." Assuming she'd gotten that part. He didn't want to know what she could do if she didn't push when she felt the need and he wasn't about to find out. Sylar didn't expect her to need to push so soon; but from the looks of things, she did, her upper body straining up, head raising. He winced a little, he could see what was going on inside her, where the baby's head was and things like that. "Yes….yes, good, angel, good," he told her. Oh, god, a baby. What was he thinking?
Elle
Yes, just what the fuck was he thinking!? Here she was getting brutalized by his child and screaming in agony, while the only thing he had to do was watch and give instructions. Men had it so fucking easy and they didn't even know it. When she'd gotten the okay to push, that's exactly what she began to do, using the very same muscles as if she were moving her bowels. She could feel that baby straining from below her as it moved about a bit. "FUUUUCK! GABRIEEEEL!!!!" Her fingers dug into the sheets, what electricity she was giving off singeing the fabric.
Sylar
There was nothing more he could do. He'd been calming and pampering and instructing thus far, now was the time when he played lookout and baby catcher. "Good, angel! You're doing so good!" he praised. As many pushes as she needed, the baby was in position, all ready to go, all she had to do was get up the force to give him a shove. "Just keep pushing as you need to, you're doing perfect." Sylar's hands rubbed her relaxed belly, keeping an eye to her vagina, waiting for the crown.
Elle
Elle was two seconds away from instructing him to TK the damn thing out of her, but a big part of her wanted to do this naturally. Know what it was like to actually go through childbirth like a regular person. That was the only thing keeping her from making outrageous demands. "I'M TRYING! I'M TRYING!" Elle couldn't tell if she was making any progress or not, all she knew was that it painful as fuck. One would think that after being able to have sex with Gabriel and his rather large penile friend that this would be a breeze for her, but far from. It was like Disney World times eleven million.
Sylar
"I know you are, angel, you're doing fine, I'm not hurrying you, take your time." Several pushes was the minimum, hence his sighting her vagina to wait for the baby's head. But he didn't linger there too long, for obvious reasons. Sylar's penile friend was not that big, this was a baby, a human being; it was just bound to be bigger. He kept up a steady flow of encouragement for her, not that she listened or heard it, but he still said it anyway. Another push brought her into a curl, push number two. He saw inside her that the baby was getting close. Many screams and several pushes later, Sylar saw the baby's head coming down the tunnel. "Okay, angel. Here he comes! I need one more really big push, okay? Just to get him where we need him, but if you feel stretching, you stop, got it? You will tear and it will be painful, but I can heal it if it does happen," was his reassurance, getting in position.
Elle
"O-one more!? One more and the baby will be here!?" She asked frantically. This was too good to be true. She'd been suffering for god who knew how long now, and this whole thing was about to be over. Finally! She inhaled, taking in as much as she could and gave a push, a push so powerful that it felt like she was putting her whole body into it. A loud shrill was heard as she did it, trying her best to do what it took to bring their child into the world. If this didn't work, she didn't know if she'd be able to do it. This was all she had left.
Sylar
Elle set her mind to it and the baby crowned, luckily with minimal tearing. The pink, slick mass of the baby's head sliding from her with very deceptive ease. Sylar noticed distractedly that the baby still had the amniotic sac about it, but he focused with the baby's shoulders. "Yes! Good job! Now the shoulders. I need one more push, whatever you have left, then he's home free!" Sylar really didn't have time to panic as he'd surely like to, the baby came so fast. Elle pushed and the baby, with a gush of fluid, into his arms. His eyes were as big as dinner plates at the small figure in his arms, Sylar popping the caul over the towels, suctioning out the fluid from the nose and mouth. The baby screamed and kicked, red faced, wrinkled and squalling loudly. It was one of the best sights he'd ever seen.
Elle
When the baby slipped free from her, it was as if all of that tension she'd been building up finally released itself. A huge burden was lifted in an instant and she caught her breath, relaxing immediately. She heard the crying of the baby and she too began to cry, hands covering her face. Elle didn't didn't even get to look at the baby yet, but she heard it loud and clear. Removing her hands from her face she, saw Gabriel holding the writhing baby in his arms, tear sliding down her cheeks. "Gabriel… w-what is it?" From the way he was holding it, she couldn't tell whether or not it was a boy or a girl. The only gross thing she noticed was that the umbilical cord was still connecting the both of them.
Sylar
He didn't worry too much about Elle; he knew she was still alright and was probably relaxing after the most intense workout known to women. He snipped the cord, tying it off at the baby's bellybutton, still staring at the tiny little person. Sylar didn't know how to hold a baby; he'd never seen a real one. He knew Elle hadn't either, so he held the baby's head and hips each with a hand. The baby was……perfect. How could anyone ever…..? Sylar's vision went blurry in a second, mouth parted in wonder before he heard her question. "It’s a boy……." was all he could choke out. He slowly wiped the baby down, walking over to the side of the bed. "It’s a boy…….." he said again, letting it sink it, although the information was nothing new. The baby boy kept crying and it was wonderful and amazing. His son. Sylar had a son. "My son……" Sitting on the bed close beside his wife, he turned to get closer to her. Taking the wrapped towel and putting it underneath the baby while he still held h- his son, refusing to let him go, put him down.
Elle
A boy… Elle had had many dreams about a boy and none about girls, but she didn't want to make her mind immediately. It was nice to know that her motherly intuition was correct though. Motherly intuition … that was a funny thing to say in reference to her, but apparently she had it. Gabriel could hold the baby for as long as he wanted, she'd had nine months to bond with it and it was time that he at least got to felt it. "Oh god, oh god, oh god…" It was finally over, baby was here just like she'd wanted, and she didn't rip apart or anything. Elle didn't even wanna know what down there looked like; she was sure it was a gruesome sight. Poor Gabriel. She reached forward to touch the baby's soft foot, "Hi baby…"
Sylar
This was so odd of him to be crying, absolutely tears streaming down his face with shock and joy at seeing his son, when in truth he hardly noticed his own reactions. "Look at him….." he whispered, half to himself. The ba- his son's hair was wet and his eyes closed, but he was still beautiful. "He's…..he's amazing……." It was love at first sight, it really was. Sylar breathed a laugh before answering, "Hi, Noah." Now he noticed his throat was tight, so he leaned closer to Elle to show her their work, her work. "Look what you did right," he told her, unfortunately and fortunately unable to look at his wife with his son in his arms, "Look what we made."
Elle
A part of Elle was afraid to touch the baby, she thought that if she did he'd break or something, shatter into nothingness. "So cute… ," she said, though Gabriel could obviously see that for himself. "Can I hold him while you… finish?" The placenta was still inside of her, and she did not want an umbilical cord having from out of her cooch, no thank you. Gabriel was right. After everything was said and done with, she did realize that it all was worth it. The pain, the long wait and the giant belly.
Sylar
"Oh, god……" he breathed at the wonder they'd made. "Noah Elijah Gray……Hi," he said again. Sylar finally tore his eyes from the calming baby, his son, to look at Elle. His face, specifically his mouth, was unable to make up its mind whether to laugh, cry or smile; so he combined them all, mostly smiling at her, before he said, "No," half seriously. The placenta could take an hour to come out, so he was in no hurry. No, no hurry whatever. But Sylar knew he was being jealous and highly possessive, so slowly, his damn arms moving without his consent, to hand Elle her son. Elle had been right all along, too. He smiled more at the sight. It was too perfect. Slowly depositing the precious, precious bundle in her arms, his own body already picking up on the correct handling process even if his mind didn't, watching her hold the baby. Noah.
Elle
She scrunched up her face when he'd said no. Hopefully they both wouldn't be fighting over the baby. Luckily for him, he gave her the baby anyways, the tiny being letting off whines as it was shifted from one parent's arms to the next. "Shhh," she consoled as she held it against her, the baby opening its eyes dark navy looking eyes slightly. It felt so… right to hold onto it. She placed a kiss against his forehead as it still slightly stared at her. It probably needed to get its eyes adjusted the light show which it created. Must've been overwhelming coming from a dark environment to one that was gleaming. Elle was extremely excited, if she wasn't exhausted beyond belief she'd probably start dancing around. "Daddy," she asked looked up at Gabriel with a smile. "Wanna lay up here with us?"
Sylar
Sylar watched with an awed expression at the noises his son made, his mouth making an 'o'. That was nearly the most beautiful thing in the world. In the universe, in existence, watching Elle comfort and hold the baby. He leaned in to watch the baby's face and to be able to see Elle's as she held him, kissing his small, soft little forehead. Noah opened his wide, dark eyes for the first time to look at his mouth, although the color was a little hazy to make out. Was it normal to want to explode with joy? Granted, most new fathers couldn't literally. Sylar smiled right back at his stunning wife, holding his baby; nodding, his eyes clearing, but the tracks remaining on his face. Moving up to lay beside her, Sylar supported the baby's back, his hand on Noah's shoulders while Elle held him. Laying a kiss to her temple he watched their son's serious eyes look at the shapes that were his parents. Absentmindedly, he told her, "When you feel the need to push gently, that's just the placenta," and immediately went back to staring, his other huge hand coming to rub the sole of Noah's foot. So soft and small.
Elle
She nodded. "So, what do we do now?" She asked softly, staring down at the baby and smiling as he kissed her. Everything was perfect; she had her husband and her baby with her. "When does he eat? Do we put him to sleep?" Elle may have been asking multiple questions, but that was only because she was curious. The baby books only guided you through pregnancy; they didn't say anything about what was to come after you'd already given birth to the baby. The baby moved his feet lightly moving his little chubby legs about, as his hands maneuvered upward. More soft sounds escaped from him, as his vision went from Elle to Gabriel.
Sylar
"We hold him until he cries or falls asleep." Sylar rested his head to hers as they looked down at their creation. "He might eat when he cries, so offer it to him, and he'll put himself to sleep unless he's cold, then he might cry," the new father answered, not minding her barrage one bit. He laughed at the kicking legs, god, that was just cute. Noah turned to look at him, surely unseeing at this early stage. Sylar gazed right back, frozen, total deer in the headlights. His hand moved from his shoulders to cup the baby's tiny head, rubbing ever so softly at his hairline. "Hi, there, little guy. It’s great to see you," he smiled at the baby, hoping he was doing this right.
Elle
An hour had passed and the baby had long since drifted off to sleep in Elle's arms, his tiny chest rising and falling as he let off soft coos. Elle herself had drifted off, the exertion from labor having left her drained. After nine whole months it was finally over, they were a whole family. Something told Elle that things were going to be better here on out. Her head was resting on Gabriel's shoulder as she slumbered. The flowers that had been spouting crystal, closed and slowly faded away. Everything slowly but surely returning back to normal. The only thing that remained, was a crystal tree surrounded by flowers in the nursery, more of the crystal snow rising.
