watchmakersylar: (Kid Gabriel)
Character: Gabriel Gray and Virginia
Genre: Gen
Author: [livejournal.com profile] sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 523
Rating: G
Prompt: Bedtime
Notes: Gabriel's first night at home. This is also my application for [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse.

She was watching me from the doorway. She’d been really nice to me a lot nicer than my new Daddy had been. But I didn’t know what to do. My new room was smaller than my old one. We were in the city now, and there weren’t any snake fingers blowing in the wind outside my window. There was the roar of a dragon, and it shook the building. My new mommy said that was the train and that I shouldn’t be afraid. She didn’t understand me. I wasn’t afraid. I was cold. I couldn’t feel anything. All I could do was stand in my new room and shiver.

“Gabriel, you need to say your prayers now and go to bed,” she said, coming into the room behind me and kissing the top of my head. I wanted to like it. She was warm, and she wanted me. I could feel her need for me like the warmth from the sun. “Do you know your prayers?”

“Nuh uh,” I said, looking up at her through my glasses to see her frowning down at me.

“Well,” she said with a huff, taking my hand to lead me to the bed. She sat on the covers that were dark blue with pretty stars on it and moons. It was like space, and I like space. “Then I’ll teach you. No son of mine will be going to bed without saying his prayers. Have you been to church, Gabriel?”

“No,” my voice shrank, and I felt my face grow hot. She was disappointed and angry, and I didn’t want that. She might decide that she didn’t want me. The trembling got worse when she told me to kneel next to the bed on the hardwood floor. I clasped my hands together the way she said, and then watched her wide-eyed as she got onto the floor next to me.

“We’ll start out with the basics. Tomorrow I’ll take you to church. You’re probably not even baptized.” I didn’t have an answer to that. I’d never been to church that I knew of, and I wasn’t sure what the other thing was either. She reached for my hands and gave them a gentle squeeze and then kissed my forehead. “Copy what I say to learn the words, OK?”

“OK,” I said, sucking my lip between my teeth. I knew that I had to get it right to make her happy, so I concentrated on her words to remember them.

“Now I lay me down to sleep,” she said.

“Now, I lay me down to sleep,” I parroted, copying each line of the prayer as she droned on.

“Amen.”

“Amen.” I didn’t want to die in my sleep. Why would the Lord, whoever he was, care about me? I’m just a little boy. I wanted to know the answers, but when I opened my mouth to ask, mommy frowned at me again.

“Under the covers, Gabriel. Church in the morning, and we’ll see about having you properly baptized too.” She bent over me in the bed after tucking the covers tight under my chin. “Good night, my angel.”

***
Thanks for reading. Comments = crack.
watchmakersylar: (Broken)
Character: Gabriel, Martin, Virginia and Samson Gray
Author: [livejournal.com profile] thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes - long before the series
Word count: 670
Rating: R - violence
Prompts:
076. The forgotten word. for [livejournal.com profile] 100_fairytales 62/100
Ferris: Only the meek get pinched. The bold survive. [livejournal.com profile] scifi_muses vol3.week30
Notes: Expanding on Sylar's memories of the day Samson sold him to Martin.

Mommy?

Thanks for reading. Comments to the entry on Gabriel's LJ, please.
watchmakersylar: (Kid Gabriel)
Character: Gabriel, Virginia and Martin Gray
Genre: gen
Author: [livejournal.com profile] thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1000+
Rating: G
Prompts:
#07. Thanatophobia; Fear of Dying/Death {the end is near} 2/13 for [livejournal.com profile] 13_fears
#010 The princess in the shroud 45/100 for [livejournal.com profile] 100_fairytales
Carry on My Wayward Son Vol3.week25 for [livejournal.com profile] scifi_muses
Notes: Gabriel is about 9 in this fic. Written for [livejournal.com profile] julia_anders

lay your weary head to rest )

Thank you for reading. Comments are always appreciated.
watchmakersylar: (Kid Gabriel)
Character: Kid Gabriel and Martin Gray
Author: [livejournal.com profile] thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 669
Rating: G
Prompts: On the Third Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me – Three Books. for [livejournal.com profile] heroes_sylar

The lights were blinking red and green... )

The Twelve Days of Sylar
watchmakersylar: (Surprise)
Character: Sylar, Gabriel
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 516
Rating: G
Notes: Memory, dream or nightmare? I'm not sure which
Prompt for [livejournal.com profile] scifi_muses
Hedge Maze Picture

Brothers Forever )
watchmakersylar: (Kid Gabriel)
Character: Gabriel
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 460
Rating: G
Notes: Gabriel's 12 in this ficlet. It is set in 1989. I was challenged to write something that wasn't depressed for a change. Woot!
Prompt for [livejournal.com profile] scifi_muses
Kirk: You know, traveling through time, changing history... that's cheating.
Spock: A trick I learned from an old friend.

It'll Be an Adventure )

(Edit and IRL funny - I was almost late to Christmas dinner because Star Trek IV opened a day early. I told my mom I'd be late because some people REALLY important to me just got into town. She still doesn't know why I needed those 2 extra hours or who those people were.)
watchmakersylar: (Gabriel)
Characters: Gabriel Gray
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: G
Word Count: 820
Prompt: 24/100 #28 Children [livejournal.com profile] 100heroesfics
I wouldn't ever set out to hurt anyone deliberately unless it was, you know, important -like a league game or something. - Dick Butkus for [livejournal.com profile] scifi_muses
Notes: Another bad day in High School

Geometry, Spanish, History…I tucked my binder under my chin, while I swapped out the books in my locker. With only five minutes between classes I had to hurry. I didn’t like being late. I had a perfect record this year, and if I wasn’t late for another three weeks they’d give me a certificate. Mom had the one from last year pasted on the refrigerator next to a picture I drew for her when I was seven. It wasn’t a very good picture, but it was the last one to include my father. She refused to take it down.

My face slammed into my locker door, as Frank’s big hand came down in the middle of my shoulder blades. “Out of my way, geek.”

I managed to keep my glasses, but my binder hit the ground, rings opening and my carefully organized notes sprang free. Panic set in. If I lost my notes, I wouldn’t be able to study. I was more worried about them than the fresh cut on my chin or the new bruise that would merge with the old ones on my back.

“I’m sorry, Frank,” I stammered as I ducked down to try to get my notes. “I’ll be gone as soon as I get my papers.” Frank’s the biggest reason I’m never late to classes. He’d threatened to shove me into my locker in pieces every time I was too slow to be gone when he got there. The cosmic joke of the school year had been placing my locker on top of his.

“You’ll go now.” His foot hovered over my hand.

“I can’t go without my notes.” I yelped as he stomped down, his size thirteen shoe hitting the spine of my binder instead of my fingers. Anger burned inside of me like the sun. I wanted to turn into the Incredible Hulk. Why couldn’t I have been hit with Gamma Radiation, so I could turn green and wipe the floor with Frank?

“Say please, Gabriel.” He bent down and curled his hand into a fist. “Say please, and I might let you go.”

“Leave him alone, Frank.” Oh god, not again. I glanced up while he was distracted by Sarah. She had her arms folded over her chest; her long hair was braided back with only a few wisps of dark curls framing her face. She was so pretty, and her locker was next to mine. I hated her trying to help me more than I hated him for picking on me.

“He doesn’t need your help, Sarah.” Frank leered at her, his eyes locked on the buttons of her blouse instead of her pretty green eyes. “Do you, Gabriel?”

“I don’t need your help, Sarah.” I didn’t look up as I said it. I was too busy gathering the last of my papers. An entire section, the blue one, was caught under Frank’s shoe. It was my geometry notes. I’ve never had less than an A+ in any math class, so decide I couls let the janitor have the carefully organized pages. I need my fingers more than I do those notes. “I have to go to class.”

Frank took a step, as I was getting up. I braced for his foot to connect with me, but it didn’t. He was too busy getting his own books now to mess with me again. Taking a deep breath, I reached over him and shut my locker, spinning the combination twice to keep my things safe. The bully didn’t even look up. The hallway was starting to clear; even Sarah had gone off to her class. In a few seconds it would just be Frank and me alone.

For a few seconds it was as if time stopped. I was standing there, while Frank was bent over. His neck, thick with muscles that I’d never have, just begged for me for some pay back. I wanted to hurt him so much. My breath caught in my throat, and my heart hammered too loud for me to hear anything else. If I did it, he’d beat the shit out of me, and I’d be late for class.

I’d be called into Father Murphy’s office. They’d call my mother. She’d be ashamed of me for hitting someone. All the repercussions danced through my head. All the bad that would happen to me if I took my shot.

But finally after months of the abuse I couldn’t stop myself. I held up my stack of text books, a good fifteen pounds of paper and bindings, and brought them down as hard as I could on the back of Frank’s head. He fell forward and a growl rumbled out of him. I saw his knuckles go white as he gripped the door of his locker.

Next time I hit someone on the back of the head, I was going to have to use something heavier and sharper.
watchmakersylar: (Kid Gabriel)
Characters: Gabriel, Virginia
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: G
Word Count: 821
Prompt: 14/100 #88 School [livejournal.com profile] 100heroesfics Blackadder: The path of my life is strewn with cowpats from the Devil's own satanic HERD. [livejournal.com profile] scifi_muses
Notes: Gabriel in the hell known as high school

The AV lab was too cold. I was surprised I couldn’t see my breath as I wove my way through the broken film strip projectors, overhead display tables and movie projectors. A lot of this stuff wasn’t used anymore. Other than the hideous masterpieces like Mechanized Death, most of the movies we watched were on video tape now or beta. Those machines broke too, but the nuns didn’t let the students fix those. No they sat on their rolling tables like kings among their fallen soldiers.

I felt bad for the old machines. Their insides unbalanced, wires frayed and gears worn through until they couldn’t function properly anymore. A lot of them were here in this graveyard to be scavenged for parts. This was my favorite place in the entire school. I felt at home here and no one bothered me while I tinkered.

One of the projectors was making a horrible clicking sound. I heard it during Sister Louise’s home economics class when they had me come in and run the movie for her. I wanted to fix it then. It made the skin on my spine tighten to hear those gears grinding together wrong. But she said it was good enough, that they could still watch it fine. It didn’t bother her that the sound was off by half a second. It set my teeth on edge.

So now I was looking through the piles and boxes of scavenged parts looking for a replacement for one of those tattered old gears. It needed a new set of belts too, but I wasn’t sure I’d find any of those in my treasure.

A loud crash yanked my attention from my search. I hissed as one of the gears sliced my hand open. One of the girls had stumbled into the room. Her hair was a mess, her blouse gaping open and her face was covered in tears. Her name was Mindy. She was a first class bitch, and she’d never once been nice to me like the rest of the popular girls.

“You have to hide me!” she cried out, rushing up to me and clutching my sweater. “He’s chasing me.”

“Who’s chasing you? Wait here.” I tried to pry her hands free, the blood from my hand soaking into her white blouse. I could see her bra, and I felt myself blush. I climbed through the projectors and went to close the door leaving a smear of blood there too. My heart was hammering. She was afraid.

As soon as the door was closed it was hit from behind. A loud crash like a freight train had slammed into it. I jumped back, tripping over a box of parts and landed on my ass on the floor. I scurried back, hoping to hell that the lock would hold. It was one the best locks in the school, meant to protect all the equipment.

“I don’t know. He grabbed me. I ran.”

The door shuddered in its frame as it was hit again. I was helpless I couldn’t do a thing to save her or me. What was I going to do, stab whoever it was with my screwdriver? Think, Gabriel, you have to think, but I was too scared.

“Save me, Gabriel! Save me!” Then Mindy started giggling. It was an ugly little laugh. The same one I heard whenever one of the football players shoved me against the wall by ‘accident’, or I got tripped in the lunchroom. She was still laughing when she opened the door and slipped into her boyfriend’s arms. Now he was laughing too, so was the rest of the team.

“I hate you!” I screamed at their backs as they left me there to bleed. “You are all going to be sorry.”

***
“Hold still, Gabriel.” My mother held my hand under the kitchen sink. I watched as she poured dishwashing liquid over my cut and fought back a yelp at the water’s sting. She forced the cut open, running the water and soap into it until it stopped bleeding. “This is going to scar. Why didn’t you go to the nurse at school? I should take you to the doctor.”

“I don’t want to go to the doctor, mom. Please just put a Band-Aid on it and let it go.”

She was clucking like a chicken as she wrapped a dish towel around my hand. “Who did this to you, Gabriel?”

“It was an accident. No one did it to me.” No one that I wanted my mother ranting at like she did when I was younger and someone hurt me. Always the lioness, my mother, no matter how weak that made me look to the hyenas as school. “I tripped in the AV room.”

***
They snickered when I came to school the next morning. I could feel all of their eyes watching me. I hated each and everyone of them.
watchmakersylar: (Kid Gabriel)
Characters: kid Gabriel and the replacement parents
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 681
Note: Spoilers for Exposed
Prompt for [livejournal.com profile] scifi_muses:
tuck you in, warm within
keep you free from sin
till the sandman he comes…. Enter Sandman


Enter Sandman )
watchmakersylar: (Kid Gabriel)
Characters: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 672
Prompt: Toys in the Attic [livejournal.com profile] scifi_muses
Notes: Kid Gabe

Toys in the Attic

The house smelled wrong. It smelled like puke and lilac. It smelled like my grandmother. I hated coming to her house, but it was better than going to the hospital where I could see the machines making her breathe and keep her heart beating. Mom didn’t think I understood what was going on. Sometimes it makes me mad that she thinks I’m so special and so smart one minute but a complete retard the next. Either I’m one or the other. Sometimes I wish I was retarded, so she’d stop pushing me so hard.

“Gabriel!” her strident voice broke the eerie silence. “Are you coming or not?”

“Not,” I whispered too low for anyone to hear. I didn’t want to go up there not into the attic. Of all the places in grandmother’s house I hated, the attic was the worst. There were ghosts up there, and I knew they wanted to steal my soul.

“Gabriel!”

“Coming.” I swallowed hard and gripped the banister as tightly as I could. My feet felt like they were made of bricks as I trudged up the three flights of stairs. My heart was pounding as I reached for the railing that ran up through the narrow steps behind the closet door.

“I need your help with this, Gabriel,” my mother said. She was shoving a box of Christmas ornaments into a steamer trunk. The sunlight was filled with fairies from all the dust she was stirring up. It should have been pretty, but it made me want to sneeze. “We need to get these out of here tonight.”

“Before Aunt Esme gets here from Boston?” I asked. From the dirty look she cast me; I should have kept my mouth shut. I wasn’t supposed to know that we were clearing out all we could from the house before my mother had to share it with her sister.

“I’m taking this box down now. Your father will have to help me with the trunk.” She pointed at a crate of old plates. “Put those in that toy chest.”

“But what about the toys?” I asked, trying to keep her from leaving me alone up there.

“Leave them. Esme can have them. Most of them are hers or your Uncle Matthew’s anyway.” The door that lead up to the attic slammed behind her. I didn’t know if she closed it, if it was a draft or if the ghosts did it.

“Suck it up, Gabe. You big dork.” Wiping my hands on my pants, I crept over to the toy chest. Bright red cotton candy hair from a clown doll with the white eyes of a dead fish stared up at me. “You first. Time for you to go away.”

With my eyes tightly closed, because the monsters can’t hurt you if they can’t see you, I grabbed the clown and threw it across the attic. It landed with a clatter in the far corner with a squeak and a grinding sound as it tried to laugh, the machine inside of it too broken work.

The clown doll was the worst of all. I knew the rest of the toys wouldn’t hurt me. Really I did. I pulled the rest of them out in a pile and shoved them out of the way. But I wanted out of there. The dust was making my eyes water, and every now and then the clown would wheeze and chuckle from the corner.

I wanted out of there. It had been too long since my mom left me alone. I knew she’d be mad if I didn’t get the dishes into the chest. I had half a dozen dinner plates tucked under my chin.

“Hey it’s Gabey the Baby!” My cousin Tony shouted as he grabbed my sides, scaring me out of my skin. The plates flew out of my hands and landed with a crash. “You’re going to be in so much trouble. Auntie Virginia is going to lock you up in here for the rest of your life.”
watchmakersylar: (Gabriel)
Character: Gabriel Gray
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: G
Word Count: 467
Prompt: Music - the Imperial March from the Empire Strikes Back for [livejournal.com profile] scifi_muses
Setting: Young Gabriel is watching the Empire Strikes Back for the first time.

It's Not True!!!

It was dark in the living room of our Queen’s apartment. The only light came from the TV screen. On the couch my cousin Margaret was making out with her boyfriend. I didn’t know his name. He wasn’t supposed to be there. But when he’d brought the movies, I’d promised to keep my mouth shut.

I was curled into my dad’s Lazyboy, my knees drawn up while I shoved another handful of slightly burned Jiffy Pop into my mouth. Margaret always burned the popcorn. But she was my favorite cousin and the only one who I liked babysitting me. She would bring me comics and puzzle books, the kinds of stuff my mother would never let me have. Mom wanted me to read Scientific America instead of Amazing Stories.

Think Mom forgets I’m only ten, and that I’m just a kid. A kid who was so caught up in the movie that I’d forgotten to breathe more than twice. The music caught me in almost more than the action. Lando Calrissian had betrayed Han Solo, and Luke Skywalker was leaving Yoda. He had to hurry or all his friends would die! I knew he’d get there in time. He was a Jedi Knight. No one beats a Jedi Knight. Not even Darth Vader.

“Are you doing ok over there Gabe?” the boyfriend asked when I let out a whimper as Vader sent Luke crashing through the window to fall to his death in Cloud City.

“I’m ok.” My eyes hurt because I wasn’t blinking enough, but I was afraid to miss something. I had to pee too, but that didn’t matter. “Who’s going to save Luke? There’s no one left to save him.”

Cringing inside, I watched as Vader came for Luke again, while Luke tried to hang on with only one hand. The music was pounding as loud as my heart when the words came out.

“No, I am your father.”

“What!” I yelled at the TV while Luke screamed ‘No!!!’ “Wait, he can’t be his father. Luke’s good. His father can’t be Darth Vader.”

“Shhh Gabe.” Margaret elbowed the boyfriend. “I told you this was going to be too scary for him. “It’ll be all right. You’ll see when you watch the next movie.”

“I don’t want to see the next movie. I don’t want Darth Vader to be Luke’s dad. He should have a good dad like Obi Won. Having Darth Vader for a father had to be worse than anything. He’d never let Luke read comics. He’d spend all his time teaching him to be special and evil.”

“Gabe,” she glared at me. “Just shut up and get a grip. If you’re upset like this when your mother gets home, she’ll know I let you watch something scary.”

“Ok,” I hunkered down further into the chair. It smelled like my father’s aftershave and made me feel safe from Darth Vader. “I’ll be good.”

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