I Wish I Was Special

To say Gabriel was excited was an understatement, to say the least. Of all the powers he's encountered so far, this one was like the Holy Grail. He needed, wanted it, his body practically hummed in desire to possess it. To heal, to be unstoppable, the limits would be endless once he had that. He could get his memories back, and then he wouldn't need Angela or the Company anymore. He could just take Elle and go and they could do whatever they wanted after that.

They could be whatever they wanted after that.

After they finished their tower Elle changed her clothes, and then they had went back to his cell (that's what it was, a cell, not a room, he knew that now after having seen Elle's elaborate living quarters) to pick him up a shirt that could actually button up. Once they were finished replacing their clothing, Elle had begun to lead him down to where Adam was a kept and he felt like a kid being taken to a candy store. It was exciting. It was beyond exciting.

His hand was intertwined with hers, squeezing it firmly as they walked. He remembered their dark promise to one another and smiled fondly. To think, they had argued so much in the beginning when in reality, they were perfect for one another. They may had not realized it at first, but they knew it now. And that's all that really mattered, right?

Right.

After they pumped him up with that magic blood again (he really needed to find out where that came from. Was there someone who could heal? He needed that power) Angela had a strong talking to with Gabriel.

Apparently, throwing Elle into walls and threatening to kill her was bad. She was, for whatever reason, under the list of people he was not allowed to kill, no matter how much he wanted that beautiful spark of hers. Likewise, Angela refused to give her to him as a gift of other sorts. She instead just gave him a strained smile and told him that he needed to learn to get along with the blonde. That they had more in common then they knew.

Whatever that meant Sometimes, Angela's words seemed like they had a double of meaning, but Gabriel had no idea what those double meanings were.

Either way, that's how he ended up being locked in the same room as Elle. He was in one seat, she was in the other, a table sat between them. There was nothing else. The door was locked and sealed in a way that his telekinesis could not easily just open it. He had already tried that.

Several times.

Gabriel had barely even wanted to go to school. He wanted to stay home and practice his telekinesis more. He hadn't mastered it yet, after all, and that was much more exciting than anything that was bound to happen at school. But he knew he had to go in order to not let his mother know anything was up. The last thing he wanted to do right now was make her suspicious. Not when they were going to be leaving soon anyways.

Which was why he was sitting in chemistry class now, listening to the instructions from his teacher over the experiment they were conducting. It wasn't really enjoyable, working with someone who hated his guts, but he didn't see any reason to go out of his way to switch partners. It would be a hassle. So he dealt with Jane and her death glares and just focused on his work.

But apparently, he was focusing a little too hard at one point, because the glass test tube Jane was holding over the flames shattered from his telekinesis and the liquid inside caused the flames to shoot up, lighting her hair on fire.

"Oh my god, what happened, my hair, my hair, someone get something for my hair," She screeched in a voice that could only be described as shrill. But before anyone could grab anything, the smoke reached the smoke detector, causing the fire alarm and sprinklers to go off, soaking everyone.

Jane wasn't hurt, luckily, but about half of her hair was burnt off now, and she'd probably have to cut the rest off to match. Gabriel was trying his best not to laugh as the teacher ushured them outside for regular fire procedures.

Virginia had been practically ecstatic when Gabriel asked if he could borrow the car to go the dance. Of course, he didn't tell her he was bringing a date, he just let her think he was going with a group of friends. Not that he had a group of friends to go with or anything like that, but those were minor details at the moment.

Gabriel hadn't really been sure what to wear so he finally settled on a nice pair of jeans, a button down shirt, a tie and a cardigan sweater. He even managed to style his hair for once instead of just combing it to the sides like he normally did.

He had picked up Elle, talking to her about the story she had fed her father as they made their way to the dance. He usually hated things like this, but with Elle...he was almost excited. After all, he would at least have her company to enjoy. What was the worst that could happen?

They had been at the dance for a while now, standing near the back of the gym. Most of the music they had been playing was absolutely horrible, but they had danced to a few numbers. Nobody approached them or tried to talk to them much so far though, so that was a plus.

Gabriel had been staring at his phone for a while now, as if that would will it to ring somehow. That way he wouldn't have to be the first to call. In his hand was the napkin with Elle's number scrawled on it. He hadn't been able to get himself to call it, just yet.

After all, even though they were supposed to meet up today, he couldn't help but feel a little awkward. The last time he had seen her they had had sex, while drunk. And everyone caught them. They couldn't even get along most of them time, and now everyone would probably think they were a couple or something.

Having a day to think about things hadn't really helped him at all. If anything, it had really made things worse. The more he could think, the more whatever they had together seemed like a bad idea. They had fucked before even exchanging phone numbers. How healthy was now? Maybe that's why he was having trouble calling.

And what was he supposed to say? "Sorry I was too drunk to realize I shouldn't have fucked you?" or how about "I'm sorry I couldn't even be considerate enough to make it enjoyable for you." Or maybe he could talk about the fact that there was clearly something more than just lust passing between them. Something neither one of them seemed to want to discuss, ever.

He supposed she was just as scared as he was in the end.

Finally, he took a deep breath and dialed the number, waiting for her to pick up. Things couldn't possibly get any worse, right? And besides, he wanted to see her, despite of everything. Or maybe because of it. He wasn't sure.

The rest of the week was testy between them, to say the very least. The next day Elle had walked right by his locker, not even stopping to look at him as she dropped his jacket on the floor at his feet. When he picked it up and pulled it on, it smelled more like her than he expected. He made sure to wash it as soon as he got home. He didn’t need to be reminded of her presence.

But her presence is difficult to avoid, he found. Since the popular table was no longer accepting Elle, she had started sitting at his table. He didn’t know why she kept sitting there when she didn’t even bother talking to him, not even once. Instead, she just sat at the other end, just at the right angle so he could see her past whatever book he was reading at the time (this week’s choices were Fahrenheit 451 and 1984). Not that he ever looked up from his book just to look at her. Not that he noticed how she dressed each day or the way she styled her hair. He had no reason to notice such things.

Still, he kind of missed their arguments. It was nice to have someone who could keep up with him. But he was stubborn. He didn’t want to be the first to break the silence between them. So he continued to wait for her to do it first. But it turned out that she was just as stubborn as he was about these things. Maybe even more so, actually.

But today the silence would be broken. After his AP U.S. History class he was pulled aside, asked if he could tutor someone in one of the regular History classes who was struggling. Elle Bishop. Before he could even give it much thought, he said yes.

Which is why he was now standing in front of her home, knocking on the door. They had arranged for him to come to her place to tutor her, because there was no way in hell he was bringing her to his home. Virginia would probably flip out if he brought a girl home without warning, even if it was just for tutoring. It was much easier this way, especially since Elle’s father worked so late.

He wasn’t at all excited about the idea of being in a en empty home with her. Not at all. What gave you that idea?

Gabriel was sitting in the chair in the bathroom, waiting for Elle. After all, she had promised to cut his hair for him. It really was getting long, even for his taste. Now when he tried to slick it back, it gave him a sort of douchebag look. Not appealing, really.

Finally, he heard the door slam, letting him know Elle was back. "Did you find someplace that sold the supplies you needed?" He called out in a curious fashion.

Gabriel wasn't exactly jazzed about being at Disneyland of all places. It wasn't something he would have chosen on his own accord, that was to be certain. But Elle's energy was rather contagious. She was so cute, kind of like a giant child. He was half tempted to buy her some of those Mickey Mouse ears to complete the tourist look they had going on. She'd look adorable in them. But then again, he kind of always thinks she looks adorable, even if he doesn't tell her it as often as he could.

He was standing near the entrance, looking over the map before glancing up at Elle, raising a curious brow at her. "So, where do you want to go first?" After all, they were here for her, it was only fitting that she got to make the first choice. As long as he got to go on Star Tours at some point, he would be happy.

Gabriel sat in the passager side of the car, staring outside of the window. He felt exhausted, but he hasn't really been able to sleep. Everytime he closed his eyes he saw his mother's shocked face, scissors jetting out of her chest, and suddenly he would feel wide awake again.

After doing some research they were able to finally locate his father in Baltimore, so that's where they were driving toward. To get answers to the questions Angela had planted in his head. Who were his real parents? Why had they given him up? Were they the reason why he was the way he was...wired so wrongfully?

Periodically, he thinks idly about the list of powers he got from Chandra. They were passing by alot of good ones. He wondered how bad it would be to go off course.

After they had finished cleaning up they had gotten dressed and made their way out of the hospital, heading onto the road back to the Company. The car ride is considerably shorter on the way back, but that's probably because they aren't going at it like rabbits anymore. At least not for now, anyways. They both seemed rather spent from the day's activities.

Gabriel couldn't help but feel a little relieved as they pulled into the parking lot of the Company. He doubted taking down Angela would be easy, but the sooner they did it, the better. He hated sleeping in that cell on that uncomfortable bed. Even if they didn't know where they were going after this, wherever it was, he'd be able to sleep at Elle's side again.

He smiled a little at that thought.

He got out of the car, waiting for Elle to do the same before taking her hand, pulling her in for a brief kiss.

"Let's go kill the wicked witch," He mused.

How hard could it be? And even though Elle had discussed the desire to kill Angela herself, part of him was still hoping maybe things would play out so he could take her power. After all, there were so many uses for precognition, it seemed like a pity to just let that go to waste.