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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Gabriel, Peter and Virginia
Genre: Slash
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1000
Rating: PG
Prompts:
5. "Paradise City" Guns n' Roses for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
30_ballads 5/30
Benjy Stone: Bring Allan Swann to Brooklyn?
Belle: Sure, what are you ashamed of?
Benjy Stone: Everything! forscifi_muses vol3.week33
075. What should I have said? for100_fairytales 55/100
Notes: A little AU where Virginia is still alive.
The plastic covering was sticking to my sweat covered palms as I clutched the flowers to my chest. I could see the petals of the daisies vibrating while we waited for the light to turn green. I pretended it was from the cab’s engine. I didn’t want to admit that it was because my hands were shaking. I wasn’t sure if it was the smell of the flowers, the cab or my nerves that was making my stomach knot up.
“Gabriel, you need to breathe,” Peter smiled over at me, and then put his hand on my knee. “This will be OK. It’ll be nice. It’s about time I met your mother.”
“No, it won’t be nice. It’ll be insane. She’s not well, Peter.” I should rephrase that to I’ll be unwell, it won’t be nice, and she’s insane, but I don’t. I closed my eyes as the cab moved all of ten feet past the intersection and jerked to a stop again. At this rate I really was going to be sick. I needed fresh air. I needed to run as far away from Queens as I could get, and here I was on my way there.
What was I thinking, letting my mother convince me that I should bring that nice boy, Peter Petrelli, home to meet her? If there was more room, I’d be able to press my head between my legs to keep my head from spinning.
“You’ve met my mother. We can do this.” Peter reached past me only to discover the same thing I had that the window didn’t roll down on my side of the car. He sat back and then rubbed the back of my neck, trying to sooth me.
“Peter your mother is the Dragon Lady of Central Park West. My Mother is the Mary Todd Lincoln of Queens. Your mother is a well educated lady. My mother will scream that I’m going to Hell if she finds out you’re not just my roommate.”
“So, I shouldn’t kiss you or hold your hand?”
“Not unless you want a bloody nose, or for my mother to throw Holy Water on us.” I knew he was teasing, but it didn’t make a difference. “Why couldn’t you let me lie about you? I could have said you were busy at work. I could have said I was busy at work, except she’d know I was lying.”
“Moms always know when you’re lying. Of course you’re lucky; your mom doesn’t dream the future. I mean she’s normal, right?” He asked as he took the flowers out of my hands before they wilted from the heat I was generating. “No mind reading or anything like that.”
“Nope, she’s just crazy. If she could do something, she’d hide it, because she’d think it was evil.”
“She can’t be that bad. She loves you, right?” His fingers curled into the short hairs on the back of my head and gave me a little shake like I was a puppy. “She can’t be all bad if she loves you.”
“Didn’t we have this argument about your mother too, and we didn’t tell her about us either.” Not that we had to. I could tell that Angela Petrelli knew. She looked at me like I was a piece of dog crap stuck to the bottom of her shoe, and I heard the fight she and Peter had about me while I pretended that I didn’t later.
“It’ll be OK. Look we’re here.”
“We’re here? Shit, how did that happen?” He’d distracted me too much to realize we were almost to my mother’s block, and I hadn’t noticed that we were pulling over to double park while Peter paid the driver. “Be good, Peter. No touching. No bumping into me. Hell, pretend you don’t like me. That’d be better.”
“I think you’re adorable when you’re terrified, Gabe.” Peter opened the door for me still holding the flowers as we made our way up the stairs.
“Then I must be ready for the cover of GQ.” I jerked away from him as he let his hand brush against mile while I reached for the door to knock on it. But my knuckles never got to connect before mom pulled it open.
“Gabriel!” She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. She smelled like lavender and dish soap. The apartment smelled like roasting chicken and other things I loved. The edges of her sleeves were a little damp, and I knew she’d been cleaning up for us all day. “Come in! You must be, Peter. I’ve heard so much about you.”
I stepped in past my mom, so her back was to me while I took off my coat and mouthed to Peter. ‘No, she hasn’t. I told her nothing!’
“I’ve heard about you too, Mrs. Gray. It’s nice to meet you. These are for you. Thanks for inviting me to dinner.” He gave her the puppy dog eyes and the crooked smile. Then he winked at me when she buried her face in the daisies to smell them.
“He is such a nice boy, Gabe. Peter, have a seat; dinner will be ready soon. Then I want you to tell me all about yourself. Gabriel says you’re a medical student.”
“Mom, let me help you get a vase.” I followed her into the little kitchenette and grabbed the vase down from the high shelf where she kept it. I lowered my voice to tell her. “Don’t ask him questions about his family. Peter doesn’t spend much time with the Petrellis.”
“I know how to be polite to company, Gabe. Who do you think taught you your manners?” She patted me on the face and left me with the flowers, heading right back into the living room where Peter was looking at the snow globes. “So, Peter, your brother, the Senator, what was he like when you were growing up? Is it true about him all those loose women?”
I should have brought a bottle of wine or three instead of the flowers. Then again I could beat my head into the refrigerator until I lost consciousness. God help me.
Genre: Slash
Author:
thewatchmakerFandom: Heroes
Word count: 1000
Rating: PG
Prompts:
5. "Paradise City" Guns n' Roses for
30_ballads 5/30Benjy Stone: Bring Allan Swann to Brooklyn?
Belle: Sure, what are you ashamed of?
Benjy Stone: Everything! for
scifi_muses vol3.week33075. What should I have said? for
100_fairytales 55/100Notes: A little AU where Virginia is still alive.
The plastic covering was sticking to my sweat covered palms as I clutched the flowers to my chest. I could see the petals of the daisies vibrating while we waited for the light to turn green. I pretended it was from the cab’s engine. I didn’t want to admit that it was because my hands were shaking. I wasn’t sure if it was the smell of the flowers, the cab or my nerves that was making my stomach knot up.
“Gabriel, you need to breathe,” Peter smiled over at me, and then put his hand on my knee. “This will be OK. It’ll be nice. It’s about time I met your mother.”
“No, it won’t be nice. It’ll be insane. She’s not well, Peter.” I should rephrase that to I’ll be unwell, it won’t be nice, and she’s insane, but I don’t. I closed my eyes as the cab moved all of ten feet past the intersection and jerked to a stop again. At this rate I really was going to be sick. I needed fresh air. I needed to run as far away from Queens as I could get, and here I was on my way there.
What was I thinking, letting my mother convince me that I should bring that nice boy, Peter Petrelli, home to meet her? If there was more room, I’d be able to press my head between my legs to keep my head from spinning.
“You’ve met my mother. We can do this.” Peter reached past me only to discover the same thing I had that the window didn’t roll down on my side of the car. He sat back and then rubbed the back of my neck, trying to sooth me.
“Peter your mother is the Dragon Lady of Central Park West. My Mother is the Mary Todd Lincoln of Queens. Your mother is a well educated lady. My mother will scream that I’m going to Hell if she finds out you’re not just my roommate.”
“So, I shouldn’t kiss you or hold your hand?”
“Not unless you want a bloody nose, or for my mother to throw Holy Water on us.” I knew he was teasing, but it didn’t make a difference. “Why couldn’t you let me lie about you? I could have said you were busy at work. I could have said I was busy at work, except she’d know I was lying.”
“Moms always know when you’re lying. Of course you’re lucky; your mom doesn’t dream the future. I mean she’s normal, right?” He asked as he took the flowers out of my hands before they wilted from the heat I was generating. “No mind reading or anything like that.”
“Nope, she’s just crazy. If she could do something, she’d hide it, because she’d think it was evil.”
“She can’t be that bad. She loves you, right?” His fingers curled into the short hairs on the back of my head and gave me a little shake like I was a puppy. “She can’t be all bad if she loves you.”
“Didn’t we have this argument about your mother too, and we didn’t tell her about us either.” Not that we had to. I could tell that Angela Petrelli knew. She looked at me like I was a piece of dog crap stuck to the bottom of her shoe, and I heard the fight she and Peter had about me while I pretended that I didn’t later.
“It’ll be OK. Look we’re here.”
“We’re here? Shit, how did that happen?” He’d distracted me too much to realize we were almost to my mother’s block, and I hadn’t noticed that we were pulling over to double park while Peter paid the driver. “Be good, Peter. No touching. No bumping into me. Hell, pretend you don’t like me. That’d be better.”
“I think you’re adorable when you’re terrified, Gabe.” Peter opened the door for me still holding the flowers as we made our way up the stairs.
“Then I must be ready for the cover of GQ.” I jerked away from him as he let his hand brush against mile while I reached for the door to knock on it. But my knuckles never got to connect before mom pulled it open.
“Gabriel!” She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. She smelled like lavender and dish soap. The apartment smelled like roasting chicken and other things I loved. The edges of her sleeves were a little damp, and I knew she’d been cleaning up for us all day. “Come in! You must be, Peter. I’ve heard so much about you.”
I stepped in past my mom, so her back was to me while I took off my coat and mouthed to Peter. ‘No, she hasn’t. I told her nothing!’
“I’ve heard about you too, Mrs. Gray. It’s nice to meet you. These are for you. Thanks for inviting me to dinner.” He gave her the puppy dog eyes and the crooked smile. Then he winked at me when she buried her face in the daisies to smell them.
“He is such a nice boy, Gabe. Peter, have a seat; dinner will be ready soon. Then I want you to tell me all about yourself. Gabriel says you’re a medical student.”
“Mom, let me help you get a vase.” I followed her into the little kitchenette and grabbed the vase down from the high shelf where she kept it. I lowered my voice to tell her. “Don’t ask him questions about his family. Peter doesn’t spend much time with the Petrellis.”
“I know how to be polite to company, Gabe. Who do you think taught you your manners?” She patted me on the face and left me with the flowers, heading right back into the living room where Peter was looking at the snow globes. “So, Peter, your brother, the Senator, what was he like when you were growing up? Is it true about him all those loose women?”
I should have brought a bottle of wine or three instead of the flowers. Then again I could beat my head into the refrigerator until I lost consciousness. God help me.
