watchmakersylar: (Kid Gabriel)
Character: Gabriel Gray and Virginia
Genre: Gen
Author: [ profile] sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 523
Rating: G
Prompt: Bedtime
Notes: Gabriel's first night at home. This is also my application for [ 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.” 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: (Gabriel is still there)
Character: Rachel Pirzad and her father from Alphas. Virginia Gray from Heroes (Sylar's mom) many mentions of Gabriel Gray.
Genre: Gen
Author: [ profile] thewatchmaker
Fandom: Alphas and Heroes
Word count: 865
Rating: G
Prompt: 078. Two match-makers. 77/100 for [ profile] 100_fairytales
Toula Portokalos: Nice Greek girls who don't find a husband, work in the family restaurant. So here I am, day after day, year after year, thirty and way past my expiration date. Vol3.week39 for [ profile] scifi_muses
Notes: Crossover set in a very AU world where Gabriel might not be Sylar yet, and where Pirzad Cleaners is right down the block from Gray & Sons.
Spoilers: None for either series.

Rachel's a very special girl... )
watchmakersylar: (Gabriel w/tie)
Character: Gabriel, Peter and Virginia
Genre: Slash
Author: [ profile] thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1000
Rating: PG
5. "Paradise City" Guns n' Roses for [ profile] 30_ballads 5/30
Benjy Stone: Bring Allan Swann to Brooklyn?
Belle: Sure, what are you ashamed of?
Benjy Stone: Everything! for [ profile] scifi_muses vol3.week33
075. What should I have said? for [ profile] 100_fairytales 55/100
Notes: A little AU where Virginia is still alive.

As god is my witness, I don't know what to do. )
watchmakersylar: (Kid Gabriel)
Character: Gabriel, Virginia and Martin Gray
Genre: gen
Author: [ profile] thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1000+
Rating: G
#07. Thanatophobia; Fear of Dying/Death {the end is near} 2/13 for [ profile] 13_fears
#010 The princess in the shroud 45/100 for [ profile] 100_fairytales
Carry on My Wayward Son Vol3.week25 for [ profile] scifi_muses
Notes: Gabriel is about 9 in this fic. Written for [ profile] julia_anders

lay your weary head to rest )

Thank you for reading. Comments are always appreciated.
watchmakersylar: (Darkest Soul)
Character: Sylar and Gabriel
Author: [ profile] thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1050
Rating: PG
On the Ninth Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me – Nine Broken Snow Globes. [ profile] heroes_sylar
Tommy Johnson: I had to be up at that there crossroads last midnight, to sell my soul to the devil. [ profile] scifi_muses
058. The girl who does not know herself. for [ profile] 100_fairytales 36/100
Notes: Missing scene from The Hard Part

What doesn't kill you... )

Comments to my LJ, please. Thanks for reading.

12 Days of Sylar
100 Fairytales
watchmakersylar: (I don't understand)
Character: Sylar, mentions of Virginia and Peter
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 604
Rating: G (I know - it's a miracle)
Prompt: #12 The Youth Transformed for [ profile] 100_fairytales
Black Lodge for [ profile] scifi_muses
Notes: After the Wall

I am the witness to your demise... )

100 Fairytales Table
watchmakersylar: (ballcap)
Dear Mom,

I’m sorry I left without much warning, but I was afraid. I’ve done some bad things, very bad, and if I get caught I’ll go to jail. I didn’t want to do them. It was like something else was using me like a puppet.

There was a man named Chandra Suresh. He came into the shop, and he told me I had the potential to be so much more than I was. I jumped at that chance, and I bent over backwards to make him happy. He acted like he believed in me, just like you do. He did tests to see how special I was, and when they didn’t work, he sent me away.

He hurt me, mom. I lost myself in the anger. I know you always said my temper would be the death of me, and you were almost right. Except it was the death of someone else. Actually a few someone else’s, the first one was an accident. I was lost in the want of something that I couldn’t have. Something that Chandra needed me to have, so I took it.

The others had more that I wanted, and I took that too, because Chandra was so pleased when I showed him how special I was now. But I shouldn’t have trusted him, mom. He was going to betray me. He had evidence of my crimes, and he was going to give it to the police.

If I went to jail, I couldn’t take care of you, so I killed him too. Snapped his neck in the cab he drove, and left him to rot there. That’s when I ran away.

I don’t know if I can come back. I don’t know who I am anymore. I’m lost, and I miss you.

Forgive me,

The Letter Blog
watchmakersylar: (Finger Painting)
Dear Mom,

I am so sorry for what happened. I didn’t mean to hurt you. It was an accident, and I wish people would believe me. But they don’t. They don’t understand that someone like me could care about anyone. They don’t think that I was capable of loving you, but I did. I still do.

Sure you drove me crazy, but that’s what mothers do. You wanted the best for me. You didn’t want me to settle for the life I was living. I was under so much pressure from you, from Chandra, from the games Bennet was playing on me that I snapped. But hurting you was never part of my plan.

I wanted you to be proud of me. I wanted you to be amazed by me. I never wanted you to be afraid of me. When you looked at me that night with such hatred in your eyes, it destroyed me. I know now that I wasn’t who you were looking at. You were looking at my father, my real father, Samson. You tried so hard to keep me from turning out like he did, and when I did you hated me for being weak.

I hate myself too. I wanted to die for hurting you, and for a very long time the part of me that was your son was dead. I tried to never let Gabriel free again, but he’s back now. He misses you, and so do I.

You weren’t the best mother in the world, but you did your best. You loved me, and I’m so sorry I killed you.

I miss you, mom. I'm sorry I couldn't be the angel you wanted me to be.


The Letter Blog
watchmakersylar: (Sad Sylar)
Character: Sylar, Noah, Rene
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 628
Rating: G
Notes: A few years after Virginia's death. I am apparently incapable of writing a non-depressing fic. Sorry
Prompt for [ profile] scifi_muses
Arturo Bandini: Sick in my soul I tried to face the ordeal of seeking forgiveness. From whom? What God, what Christ? They were myths I once believed and now they were beliefs I felt were myths.

I Should Have Brought Flowers )
watchmakersylar: (Default)
Title: Movie Night
Rating: G
Genre: Gen
Wordcount: 498
Pairings or Characters: Gabriel and Virgnia
Warnings: None
Summary: Movie Night at Virgiiia's - before the series.
Prompt: Popcorn picture prompt [ profile] heroes_contestDrabble #18

The handle of the grocery bag was digging into my fingers while I rang the doorbell. I’d already called mom, asking permission to come over, but the door was still locked. Through the thin wood I heard her undo all three locks, and finally the chain come down.

“Gabriel!” I was hit by a wave of heat as she held the door open for me. She wrapped her thin arms around me. The apartment smelled like lilacs, bleach and a bit of mildew. I couldn’t stand the smell, but I knew the popcorn would cover it up soon enough. “I was worried you weren’t coming.”

“Of course I was coming, Mom. It’s movie night.” I edge around her, careful not to topple over the pile of knitting she had on the arm of her chair. “I did call.”

“Well yes, but that’s because you have to call before you come over. If you have that rule for me to visit, you have to have that rule to visit me.” She glared up at me defiantly like I was the parent before turning to close and lock the door.

“Yes Mom. I know.” She’d never been to visit me. I made the rule on the off chance I might have someone special over, but she barely left her apartment now. As far as I knew she went to the market, the yarn store and church, and that was all. She didn’t visit me at the shop either. But I knew the minute I had a girlfriend, she’d be there at the wrong time.

“Did you bring it?” She reached for the smaller bag from the video store. “Did they have it?”

“See for yourself. I’ll go make the popcorn.” The kitchen was old but immaculately clean. The smell of bleach was stronger there, and it nearly made my eyes water until I ran the water for a bit to clear it out of the sink. I pulled out the old frying pan that I’d learned to make eggs and bacon in. There wasn’t much Teflon left on it, but it was still good for our weekly movie night. No microwave popcorn for the Grays.

“Oh Gabriel this is my favorite movie.” She hugged me from behind as I pulled down the bowl we always used for popcorn. It was bright orange and it had been part of set she got when I was little. Only the big orange bowl survived. “How did you know?”

Because we watch it once a month. I closed my eyes and shook the pan to keep the popcorn from burning as it started to ping on the lid. “What kind of son would I be if I didn’t know that Singing in the Rain is your favorite movie?”

“You’re a good son, Gabriel.”

“Go put it in, and I’ll melt the butter.” I winced as the movie started. The TV was always on too loud, but at least I couldn’t smell the bleach anymore.
watchmakersylar: (Default)
Characters: Gabriel and Virginia
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1041
Prompt: 21/100 #24 Family [ profile] 100heroesfics
The Grudge – by Tool
Clutch it like a cornerstone. Otherwise it all comes down.
Justify denials and grip 'em to the lonesome end. [ profile] scifi_muses
Notes: Gabriel's around 20 in this one.

I Could Be Free

My hands were shaking when the letter was delivered to the shop. I hadn’t told mom I was applying to out of state schools. She’d never let me go. It had been a lark when I’d sent my application to UCLA. Clear across the country, in the sun and glory of California I could go to school, and never look back at my miserable life in Queens. I could be free.

I lean against one of the display cases. The setting sun is shining through the arched windows of the shop making the dust motes dance. I should be ecstatic, but I’m not. I need to open the letter, but I’m not sure if I’m more afraid of an acceptance or rejection from the university.

Taking the letter opener from my worktable, I slice the letter open. With my breath caught in my throat, I pull it out to read. I can’t believe it. I let out a shout. They want to give me a scholarship. With the money I’ve been saving and the scholarship, I can go to school.

I turn the sign over to ‘closed’ and lock up the shop after turning off the lights. I need to tell mom. She’ll be happy for me. She has to be.

I let myself into Mom’s apartment. It’s getting hard to find a place to walk with all the baskets of yarn, fabric scraps and junk that she collects. She never finishes anything she starts. Heading for the kitchen I carry the groceries I bought to cook dinner for her. I don’t know where she is, but if I break the news over dinner, it’ll have to help.

The sauce is simmering; the scent fills the entire apartment. I made it the way grandma taught me. No recipes for me, none for her either unless we were making cookies. You need to use the recipe on the back of the chocolate chips to make those right, and only the ones in the yellow bag. All the others taste like crap.

She finally comes home, a sack of stuffed animal parts in her arms. She’s too thin, and it takes her several seconds to recognize me when she meets my eyes. I wish she’d go to a doctor, but she won’t. “Gabriel what are you doing here?”

“I came to make you dinner, mom.” I smile and put the colander in the sink to drain the pasta when it’s done. The water isn’t quite boiling yet. “You came home just in time. I’m about to do the spaghetti. Sit down and relax.”

“You made sauce?” She comes over and gives me a hug, rubbing her hands over my arms. “You left work early to cook for me?”

“Yes, it was a slow day.”

“You shouldn’t do that, Gabriel. What would your customers think if they showed up, and you weren’t there? You could miss a big sale.” Thanks for being happy I made you dinner.

“This is a celebration dinner, mom.” I break the pasta to make it fit into the pot. I’ve got two place settings ready on her little table. “I’ve got really great news.”

“You forgot your father’s plate, Gabriel.”

“Mom.” I close my eyes and take a deep breath. “Tonight can it be you and me, without the specter of dad? Please sit down and eat. You’re getting too skinny.”

“But what if he comes home?” She’s fussing as she reaches past me to grab that fucking third plate from the dish drainer and sets it on the table. It makes me want to smash it into a million pieces seeing it waiting for him like it has every night for ten years. “There that wasn’t hard was it?”

“No mom, that was great.” I drain the spaghetti and pour it into grandma’s bowl, pouring some of the sauce over it and put it on the table with the extra sauce in another serving bowl. I sit down in the same place I’ve sat since I was little, while my father’s chair sits empty.

I close my eyes while she says Grace, adding as always her prayers for dad. I want to tell her not to, but I don’t want to get into another fight with her not tonight. “I got a letter from UCLA, mom. They gave me a scholarship. I can go to school in Los Angeles.”

“Los Angeles? Gabriel that’s too far away. What will happen to the shop? What about your father?”

“Yes mom, Los Angeles is a long way from here. But I can make a new life, do something special. I can be more than I am here.” Isn’t that what you want?

“I don’t like it, Gabriel. You can go to night school here and keep the shop open. Isn’t that the way you were going to do it?” She gets up and takes her full plate over to the sink, washing the dinner I made down the drain untouched. “Go to college here, with the money you saved and work during the day. That was the plan.”

“Mom you’re asking me to give up UCLA for night classes at community college just to keep the stupid shop open?” I looked at my own plate, and the acid churning in my stomach ruined my appetite. “I thought you wanted me to be someone, mom. Being special isn’t that what you keep telling me to be?”

“You can be special, Gabriel. But you don’t need to go to California to do it. Finish school here, then get a good job before you give up the shop. Your father would want it that way.”

“Fine!” I snap, getting up and squeezing past her to throw my food out too. I take the letter, crumple it up and throw it into the trash, then scrape my plate on top of it. “I’ll stay here and take care of you. Just like I always do.”

I don’t want to hear her anymore. I grab my jacket and leave. Heading into the night with no idea where I’m going or why I’m trying so hard to make that woman happy. I hate her nearly as much as I hate my father. If she died, I’d be free.
watchmakersylar: (Sad Face)
Characters: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 671
Note: Spoilers for Villains and Shades of Gray...
Prompt for [ profile] scifi_muses:
Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children…. Eric Draven

Three Down, None to Go )
watchmakersylar: (Kid Gabriel)
Characters: kid Gabriel and the replacement parents
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 681
Note: Spoilers for Exposed
Prompt for [ profile] scifi_muses:
tuck you in, warm within
keep you free from sin
till the sandman he comes…. Enter Sandman

Enter Sandman )


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Sylar - Gabriel Gray

July 2012

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