fixeswatches: (Happy)
Gabriel's eyes opened up in a bleary fashion as sun spilled into the room. And then he blinked in confusion. Light doesn't really come into his cell like this. But then his eyes finished adjusting and he realized he wasn't in his cell.

He was still in bed with Elle, his arms wrapped around her waist as he held her close to him. She had asked him to stay with her until she fell asleep and he must have drifted off as well. He couldn't really regret it though, even though he knew Angela would be angry at him for disobeying her orders.

He knew he should probably leave and go back to his cell, but he didn't want to let go of her. It felt so nice to have her so close to him. He snuggled close to her once more, the scent of her hair invading his nostrils. She looked so peaceful like this. He didn't think she'd ever see her looking so serene again.

He couldn't help but let his hands ghost over her sides as he held her close. She'd probably kick him out once she woke up, so he wanted to savor this moment of closeness for all that it was worth. Who knew when he'd get a chance for another one?
fixeswatches: (Oh)
Angela's talk with him ended up being orders. She told him that he and Elle were going to be sent on assignment together. That the only way he would really learn control would be to test it in real life situations. After all, he had proven time and time again that he wouldn't kill Elle, so her showing off her power to him wasn't a significant test of his control.

He wasn't even sure he wanted control, but he kept that part to himself and took the orders, along with the suit he was apparently supposed to wear.

They were being sent to take care of a bank robbery. The perpetrator had a power, of course. He could create fire. Gabriel couldn't help but shiver a little as he thought about that idea. What a wonderful, useful power that one could be.

And then he reminded himself that he was supposed to bring the man, Flint, in alive.

What a disappointment.

He stood in front of his mirror, adjusting the tie of his suit. He couldn't help but feel like a fraud. He didn't really want to do any of this. But for now, it seemed he had little choice if he wanted to stay close to Elle.
fixeswatches: (Down)
Gabriel's vision was blurry as he regained conciousness. The last thing he remembered was being in the apartment and-

He had killed Elle's father.

And she had tried to kill him.

His body didn't hurt as much as it should have, which only confuses him. He's strapped to a table, with wires and IVs attached to him. As his vision focused he noticed a woman sitting at the corner of his bed. She was prim, and proper, and she had an air of importance to her that surprised him.

"Who are you, and why am I here?" He gasped out.

Elle? Where was Elle?

He needed to explain himself to her. Make her understand. She didn't need her father. They could still be happy.

He just needed to make her see.

The woman smiled in a condescending fashion, brushing her hand against his forehead. "You're here, Gabriel, because you're important. You're special."

"Who are you?" He demanded, his voice becoming rougher now.

"My name is Angela Petrelli," She leaned in to whisper into his ear. "And I'm your mother."

"No. You're not." His mother was Virginia Grey. The woman who still lived in Queens. Who collected snowglobes.

And hated Elle.

"But I am," She insisted. "Did you really think you were the son of a watchmaker and a woman who collected snowglobes?"

It was like he imagined as a child. Someone coming and telling him he belonged somewhere else. That he was meant for something better.

But it was too late.

He had already ruined everything.
fixeswatches: (Nerdy)
Gabriel was a little nervous taking Elle shopping the next day. He wasn't really sure where to take her, so he finally settled on a section of town that had alot of popular stores. Not the kind of place he ever shopped at, but somehow he didn't think Elle wanted a pair of khakis and a sweater vest.

Though, he was sure she would look good in them. Then again, he was pretty sure she would look good in anything. Or nothing. He really liked how she looked when she was wearing nothing, but that was hardly appropriate for leaving his apartment. And she couldn't just keep wearing the one outfit she had brought with her.

All in all though, he was happy as he walked alongside with her, arms linked. He never thought things would go smoothly. He kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. For her to decide she didn't want him anymore. Or for the Company to come after them again.

But so far so good. Maybe he didn't need to worry so much.

He smiled, bringing his free hand to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose before turning to look over at her. "Which store do you want to go in first?"


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Gabriel Gray

July 2010

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