Sylar - Gabriel Gray (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thewatchmaker) wrote2011-03-31 06:33 pm
thewatchmaker) wrote2011-03-31 06:33 pm
Fic - Profit Margin - Gabriel Gray and Jim Profit
Character: Gabriel Gray and Jim Profit
Genre: Gen - Crossover
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes and Profit
Word count: 750
Rating: PG
Prompts:
Gandalf: There is only one Lord of the Ring, only one who can bend it to his will. And he does not share power. vol3.week34![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
074. Building castles in the air. 60/100100_fairytales
Notes: This is a crossover fic where Gabriel Gray went to college, and got a job working for Jim Profit at Gracen and Gracen. There will be more to this story I'm sure.
The suit cost more than two months rent on my mother’s apartment. Sadly that meant it was still a cheap suit, but it was the best I could do. Between paying off my student loans and taking care of my mother, I didn’t have a lot left over to splurge. Financially it would be easier for me to still live with her, but my sanity couldn’t take it. It was bad enough I was getting such a late start in the real world of business, after going to night school while working all day at Gray & Sons to support us both. I still have a few thousand tucked away for a rainy day from selling the shop, but that didn’t mean I could be frivolous. I had to be careful until I made my place for myself at G&G.
I checked my hair and tie one more time before leaving my tiny apartment. Thank god I’d paid for a good haircut, and I’d bought some glasses that didn’t offer better birth control than a good quality condom.
The walls were lined with books, and I’d kept a few of my favorite clocks, taken before I put the business up for sale. They were mine, and I wasn’t about to let them go. The books were my safe haven. They were where I escaped to get away from my mother emotional torture. If I was traveling with the fellowship or searching for the mummy’s tomb, it was better than dealing with how pathetic my life was.
But that was all going to change now. I had my degree. I had my new job, and I had a chance to get the hell out of my rat infested neighborhood. My boss seemed like an okay guy. I’d done some Google searches on Jim Profit, and although he didn’t have the best reputation as a human being, his business savvy was unprecedented.
I had my mother to teach me about being moral. Between her and weekly mass, I was ready for my interview with Saint Peter. My first morning working for Profit would be very different. I was looking forward to it.
It took me over an hour to get into the city proper, and there was a light drizzle when I looked up at the Gracen and Gracen Tower. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, as I watched the other employees scurry inside. Hopefully no one would look too closely at the cut of my suit or what brand my shoes were. At least the Sylar on my wrist was of some value. It was a rare timepiece, and it was worth more than anything else I owned.
My skill at figuring out how things worked helped me through school. It helped me when I worked at the shop. I knew it’d help me rise to the top here at G&G. As long as I believed that I was special, I would be.
Mom taught me about faith too.
Profit’s executive assistant’s name was Gail, and she seemed a bit nervous as she showed me to my office. It was tiny, barely bigger than my bathroom at home. The desk took up most of it, but there was a window. My first office had a window. Mom would be so proud.
“Thanks Gail. I’ve got a window,” I said with a smile as I made my way around the desk to look outside. “My friends will be so jealous.”
“They might be,” Gail said with a smile of her own. She seemed to like me, and that was good. She was Profit’s good right hand from what I’d gathered, and I had every intention of becoming his left hand man. If Gail and I got along, it would be better for my career. She’d been with Profit for a very long time. “Just don’t tell them your view if of the dumpsters.”
“I couldn’t tilt my head far enough to see them anyway.” I turned around and then set my bag on my desk. Inside was my personal laptop and book or two. “Will Mr. Profit be in soon?”
“He’s already here, Gabriel. He told me to tell you to get settled, and he’ll see you in an hour in his office.” She handed me a stack of papers and folders. “These are from HR. You can drop them on my desk on your way to see Mr. Profit.”
“Thanks Gail.” Bet he doesn’t have a view of the dumpster.
***
Thanks for reading. Comments to my LJ, please.
Genre: Gen - Crossover
Author:
thewatchmakerFandom: Heroes and Profit
Word count: 750
Rating: PG
Prompts:
Gandalf: There is only one Lord of the Ring, only one who can bend it to his will. And he does not share power. vol3.week34
scifi_muses074. Building castles in the air. 60/100
100_fairytalesNotes: This is a crossover fic where Gabriel Gray went to college, and got a job working for Jim Profit at Gracen and Gracen. There will be more to this story I'm sure.
The suit cost more than two months rent on my mother’s apartment. Sadly that meant it was still a cheap suit, but it was the best I could do. Between paying off my student loans and taking care of my mother, I didn’t have a lot left over to splurge. Financially it would be easier for me to still live with her, but my sanity couldn’t take it. It was bad enough I was getting such a late start in the real world of business, after going to night school while working all day at Gray & Sons to support us both. I still have a few thousand tucked away for a rainy day from selling the shop, but that didn’t mean I could be frivolous. I had to be careful until I made my place for myself at G&G.
I checked my hair and tie one more time before leaving my tiny apartment. Thank god I’d paid for a good haircut, and I’d bought some glasses that didn’t offer better birth control than a good quality condom.
The walls were lined with books, and I’d kept a few of my favorite clocks, taken before I put the business up for sale. They were mine, and I wasn’t about to let them go. The books were my safe haven. They were where I escaped to get away from my mother emotional torture. If I was traveling with the fellowship or searching for the mummy’s tomb, it was better than dealing with how pathetic my life was.
But that was all going to change now. I had my degree. I had my new job, and I had a chance to get the hell out of my rat infested neighborhood. My boss seemed like an okay guy. I’d done some Google searches on Jim Profit, and although he didn’t have the best reputation as a human being, his business savvy was unprecedented.
I had my mother to teach me about being moral. Between her and weekly mass, I was ready for my interview with Saint Peter. My first morning working for Profit would be very different. I was looking forward to it.
It took me over an hour to get into the city proper, and there was a light drizzle when I looked up at the Gracen and Gracen Tower. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, as I watched the other employees scurry inside. Hopefully no one would look too closely at the cut of my suit or what brand my shoes were. At least the Sylar on my wrist was of some value. It was a rare timepiece, and it was worth more than anything else I owned.
My skill at figuring out how things worked helped me through school. It helped me when I worked at the shop. I knew it’d help me rise to the top here at G&G. As long as I believed that I was special, I would be.
Mom taught me about faith too.
Profit’s executive assistant’s name was Gail, and she seemed a bit nervous as she showed me to my office. It was tiny, barely bigger than my bathroom at home. The desk took up most of it, but there was a window. My first office had a window. Mom would be so proud.
“Thanks Gail. I’ve got a window,” I said with a smile as I made my way around the desk to look outside. “My friends will be so jealous.”
“They might be,” Gail said with a smile of her own. She seemed to like me, and that was good. She was Profit’s good right hand from what I’d gathered, and I had every intention of becoming his left hand man. If Gail and I got along, it would be better for my career. She’d been with Profit for a very long time. “Just don’t tell them your view if of the dumpsters.”
“I couldn’t tilt my head far enough to see them anyway.” I turned around and then set my bag on my desk. Inside was my personal laptop and book or two. “Will Mr. Profit be in soon?”
“He’s already here, Gabriel. He told me to tell you to get settled, and he’ll see you in an hour in his office.” She handed me a stack of papers and folders. “These are from HR. You can drop them on my desk on your way to see Mr. Profit.”
“Thanks Gail.” Bet he doesn’t have a view of the dumpster.
***
Thanks for reading. Comments to my LJ, please.