Title: Electric Storm

Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters

Summery: Elle Bishop. Basically, all centered around her or people in love with her or friends with her. all one shots, all different people or situations.

A/N Request a couple if you want and i shall do my very best.

Elle wasn't used to waiting.

For the bathroom, for training, for Adam or Peter when she was back in the Company. And certainly not for another stupid date to show up. The guy, Greg, wasn't even that amazingly good looking, sure he was funny, sure he was sweet but Elle was confused. She wasn't one for sweet guys. Other then Peter Patrelli of course.

"Waiting for someone?" a deep voice whispered behind her, Elle turned, hearing a man's voice, a smile on her mouth. Ready once again to face another man, to once again fake a laugh, a smile and try not to sigh, try not to miss the floppy emo haired empath, if just for a few hours.

There, standing where she assumed Greg should be, was Syler.

Fear immediately widened Elle's eyes. He was supposed to dead, as in not alive, as in not able to rip people's heads open to see their brains.

"Syler..." she whispered, taking a quick step backwards with electrical energy crackling from her hands, spitting and hissing like an angry cat.

"Wow, I'm honoured," Syler put his hand to his heart and grinned, "You actually remembered my name!"

Elle didn't wait for him to strike, she threw her hands up in front of her and let a burst of blue sparks free. She didn't want to let out the full Monty because of the witnesses around the cafe where she had been waiting.

While Syler was distracted, Elle whirled around and started running for the nearest phone box, already pulling out the piece of paper with Peter Patrelli's number on it. Not that he knew she had it.

"Elle!" Syler almost roared form behind her, "You should know by now that there's no point in running!"

That obviously attracted a few stares.

Elle ignored him to the best of her ability, save in the fact that Syler wouldn't use his telekinetic power to make her stop in public. She hoped

Ahh, payphone!

Elle dug some money out of her jean pockets and hit the door at a run, thanking whatever god there was that this one opened inwards.

Dialling the number and holding the phone to her ear, Elle glanced behind her only to scream, just as Peter picked up.

Syler was there, nose pressed against the glass and an evil grin on his face.

"Hello?" Peter asked on the other end of the line, Elle closed her eyes tight for a second.

"Peter," She whispered

"Elle? Elle is that you?" sounding confused, the empathic hero pulled a map of New York out of his jeans, ready to find the electric controlling girl with Molly's power. "What's going on?" Peter demanded.

Then the screaming started. A girl's voice, Elle's voice.

"Elle!"

On Elle's side of the phone call, Syler was slowing freezing her mouth shut, slowly enough so that she could scream for him. Unfortunately for him she could also should for Peter.

"Peter, I'm at the Rainforest Cafe, in New York. Please, help-" The line went dead.

Now that she could risk her powers because she had no electrical devices near that she didn't want to be corrupted, Elle let out almost the full potential of her power, not caring if anyone was watching or not.

The only slightly lucky thing that happened was that Syler's back was facing towards an ally way and so after having blasted him into it, Elle gathered her strength and went after him again, hoping that if she killed him, like all the other nasty boys she's been faced with, someone would eventually feel proud of her.

In the ally, Syler was waiting, Elle lost her nerve a little because it appeared that Syler expected her to follow him.

Taking a deep brath, Elle stepped forward, ready to let out an electrical storm. The bastard on the other end of it had no idea what hit him when he flew backwards into a wall.

Then again, Elle flew backward, confused for a moment as to what had hit her, until she realised that Syler had retaliated with a telekinetic push, powering her back into the wall, and a telekinetic swipe that slashed across her stomach and chest, making the cries of pain that had been trying to escape the icy prison become even more desperate.

Suddenly a strange noice cut through the air, both Syler and Elle glanced towards the annoying scraping noise, only to find a huge trash can being lifted off of the floor and thrown towards Syler.

Growling with annoyence, Syler let Elle drop brutally to the floor and lifted a single hand, attempting to stop the huge metal box from hitting him.

He failed and the resounding crash was almost cringe worthy.

"Elle," a panting voice, whispered, "Elle, i'm here, you're okay. Safe, you're safe," She knew it was Peter and she trusted him, believed in him. And smiled, glad that the first real happy emoition that she had shown was towards the guy she had been in love with for over a year.

That night she recieved her first loving, healing touch, a week later they had their first kiss, a month later, she lost her virginity. The scars stayed, almost burnt into her skin. One on her stomach, cutting down past her belly button and one on her forehead.

She figured that, for Peter, it was worth it.