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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Dr. Gabriel Gray, Martin Gray
Fandom: Heroes AU
Word count: 941
Rating: NC-17 murder, violence
Notes: verse - twisted paths,
Prompt: Sephiroth: I will never be... a memory. Vol2.Week30 scifi_muses
It was stupid of me to expect him there. Why would he come to this graduation when he’d missed all the others? My mother was there, of course, wearing her best dress, the same one she wore to funerals and telling everyone who could hear her how proud she was of me. I love her. I know she loves me, but for god’s sake, mom everyone in the audience had a son or a daughter who’s a doctor. That was the point of going to Medical School.
I was surprised to see her there. She’d flown all the way to Stanford to see me, when she’d never been on a plane in her life. She’d been so terrified of me moving to California, let alone near San Francisco because of the earthquakes.
Of course I’d sent Martin an invitation too. Mom insisted on it. I knew damn well he wouldn’t show, and that he wouldn’t send me a card. He never had. Not one single birthday card. As far as he was concerned Virginia and I didn’t exist, and most of the time I was fine with it, but not this time. Not when mom kept looking for him in the audience. Not when she kept telling me he’d call me, because he was so proud of me too.
But what did I expect? The woman has a place setting for him on the table at every meal. She probably does for me too. I sat next to her on the plane back to New York. She’s not eating enough, and she’s too pale. I think the sunshine at the ceremony was the first dose of Vitamin D she’s had in a long time. I slipped a sedative in her ginger ale on the second leg of our trip. I might love my mother, but I couldn’t take another three hour flight listening to her prattle on. It was much easier with her asleep.
***
I took another flight a couple of days later, using up more of my signing bonus for Mercy Heights. That’s not what they called it of course, but it’s what it was. A nice fat chunk of change for me to come play doctor in their hospital, and since it brought me home to New York I took it. I’d been offered better positions, but I needed to be where I could check on mom. She’d been alone too long while I was in school.
Miami was hot. I never have liked it there, but apparently Martin Gray did. I didn’t have any trouble finding his shop. It’s not like he ever bothered to hide where he was. He had a quarter page add in the yellow pages for ‘Gray and Sons’. The irony of that never failed to amuse me. I was his only son. He abandoned me, and I sure as shit wasn’t a fucking watchmaker.
“You should change the name of the place, dad,” I said as I stepped into the musty cramped little dump. It wasn’t a quarter as nice as the shop he’d had in Brooklyn. “You can call it Martin Gray’s Deadbeat Dad Emporium.”
“Gabriel.” No hello. No you’re looking well. No how’s your mother.
“Mom sends her love. She’s still waiting for you.” My hands are shaking. I knew I hated him, but I had no idea how much. He doesn’t say another word. All he does is go back to working on some fucking watch while his cigarette smoke coils in the air like a snake and the clocks tick around us.
“So what do you want, Gabriel? Money? As you can see, I’m not exactly rolling in it.”
“I don’t need your money.” I walked over to him, leaning on his worktable with both hands; I can’t help put watch him putting one last piece into the watch he’s working on. My breath catches when it starts to work. “I’m a doctor.”
I snatch the watch out of his hands as soon as he puts the back on it. I hold it up to the light, and see the name Sylar written on the face. “This is nice. I think I remember you telling me about this watch before you left us.”
“I’ve been rebuilding it for seven years, Gabriel. Now give it back before you break it.”
“I’m not twelve anymore, Martin. I’ve let my fingers tip toe through a living brain without hurting the patient. I think I know how to fucking look at a watch.” I slip the band around my wrist and buckle it in place. “Thanks for the graduation gift, dad.”
“Don’t you dare, boy!” I dashed out from behind his worktable, knocking over his lamp and his ashtray. I watched as the cigarette smoldered on the carpet as he grabbed my arm. “That is mine.”
My free arm shot back. My elbow catching him in the face, his nose shattering, I laughed as blood and snot bubbled out of his nostrils. I pushed him while he was disoriented. I’d hit him hard enough to do some damage to more than his nose. Before he could come at me again, I snatched one of his tools from the table and drove the tiny screwdriver into his eye, twisting it home until it touched his brain.
He was dead before his body hit the carpet, where the fire was starting to really take root. I wiped my prints off the tool, and curled his fingers around it. It would look like some sort of accident and fire.
“Goodbye Martin,” I said as I flipped the ‘Open’ sign and locked the door behind me.
Fandom: Heroes AU
Word count: 941
Rating: NC-17 murder, violence
Notes: verse - twisted paths,
Prompt: Sephiroth: I will never be... a memory. Vol2.Week30 scifi_muses
It was stupid of me to expect him there. Why would he come to this graduation when he’d missed all the others? My mother was there, of course, wearing her best dress, the same one she wore to funerals and telling everyone who could hear her how proud she was of me. I love her. I know she loves me, but for god’s sake, mom everyone in the audience had a son or a daughter who’s a doctor. That was the point of going to Medical School.
I was surprised to see her there. She’d flown all the way to Stanford to see me, when she’d never been on a plane in her life. She’d been so terrified of me moving to California, let alone near San Francisco because of the earthquakes.
Of course I’d sent Martin an invitation too. Mom insisted on it. I knew damn well he wouldn’t show, and that he wouldn’t send me a card. He never had. Not one single birthday card. As far as he was concerned Virginia and I didn’t exist, and most of the time I was fine with it, but not this time. Not when mom kept looking for him in the audience. Not when she kept telling me he’d call me, because he was so proud of me too.
But what did I expect? The woman has a place setting for him on the table at every meal. She probably does for me too. I sat next to her on the plane back to New York. She’s not eating enough, and she’s too pale. I think the sunshine at the ceremony was the first dose of Vitamin D she’s had in a long time. I slipped a sedative in her ginger ale on the second leg of our trip. I might love my mother, but I couldn’t take another three hour flight listening to her prattle on. It was much easier with her asleep.
***
I took another flight a couple of days later, using up more of my signing bonus for Mercy Heights. That’s not what they called it of course, but it’s what it was. A nice fat chunk of change for me to come play doctor in their hospital, and since it brought me home to New York I took it. I’d been offered better positions, but I needed to be where I could check on mom. She’d been alone too long while I was in school.
Miami was hot. I never have liked it there, but apparently Martin Gray did. I didn’t have any trouble finding his shop. It’s not like he ever bothered to hide where he was. He had a quarter page add in the yellow pages for ‘Gray and Sons’. The irony of that never failed to amuse me. I was his only son. He abandoned me, and I sure as shit wasn’t a fucking watchmaker.
“You should change the name of the place, dad,” I said as I stepped into the musty cramped little dump. It wasn’t a quarter as nice as the shop he’d had in Brooklyn. “You can call it Martin Gray’s Deadbeat Dad Emporium.”
“Gabriel.” No hello. No you’re looking well. No how’s your mother.
“Mom sends her love. She’s still waiting for you.” My hands are shaking. I knew I hated him, but I had no idea how much. He doesn’t say another word. All he does is go back to working on some fucking watch while his cigarette smoke coils in the air like a snake and the clocks tick around us.
“So what do you want, Gabriel? Money? As you can see, I’m not exactly rolling in it.”
“I don’t need your money.” I walked over to him, leaning on his worktable with both hands; I can’t help put watch him putting one last piece into the watch he’s working on. My breath catches when it starts to work. “I’m a doctor.”
I snatch the watch out of his hands as soon as he puts the back on it. I hold it up to the light, and see the name Sylar written on the face. “This is nice. I think I remember you telling me about this watch before you left us.”
“I’ve been rebuilding it for seven years, Gabriel. Now give it back before you break it.”
“I’m not twelve anymore, Martin. I’ve let my fingers tip toe through a living brain without hurting the patient. I think I know how to fucking look at a watch.” I slip the band around my wrist and buckle it in place. “Thanks for the graduation gift, dad.”
“Don’t you dare, boy!” I dashed out from behind his worktable, knocking over his lamp and his ashtray. I watched as the cigarette smoldered on the carpet as he grabbed my arm. “That is mine.”
My free arm shot back. My elbow catching him in the face, his nose shattering, I laughed as blood and snot bubbled out of his nostrils. I pushed him while he was disoriented. I’d hit him hard enough to do some damage to more than his nose. Before he could come at me again, I snatched one of his tools from the table and drove the tiny screwdriver into his eye, twisting it home until it touched his brain.
He was dead before his body hit the carpet, where the fire was starting to really take root. I wiped my prints off the tool, and curled his fingers around it. It would look like some sort of accident and fire.
“Goodbye Martin,” I said as I flipped the ‘Open’ sign and locked the door behind me.
