100 Drabbles of Summer Table

[watchmakersylar]

1.	2.	3.	4.
Vacation	Fireworks	Camp	Bug
5.	6.	7.	8.
Wrath	Pride	Sloth	Greed
9.	10.	11.	12.
Lust	Envy	Gluttony	Chastity
13.	14.	15.	16.
Temperance	Charity	Diligence	Patience
17.	18.	19.	20.
Kindness	Humility	Twilight	Dawn
21.	22.	23.	24.
The first thing you broke	Storm	Dog Days	Shore
25.	26.	27.	28.
The Last Time You Loved	Heat	Significant	Insignificant
29.	30.	31.	32.
The Kindness of Strangers	Stitches	Summer Cold	Road Trip
33.	34.	35.	36.
The Last Thing You Lost	Tune	Burn	Ring
37.	38.	39.	40.
A Strange Sound	Sticky	Superstition	Breakdown
41.	42.	43.	44.
Run-in with Neighbors	Travel Troubles	Pitching a tent	Baggage
45.	46.	47.	48.
The Last Time You Were Late	Endings	Summer Sport	Revelation
49.	50.	51.	52.
Accidental Discovery	Treasure	Done	Done
53.	54.	55.	56.
Done	Done	Done	Done
57.	58.	59.	60.
Done	Done	Done	Done
61.	62.	63.	64.
Done	Done	Done	Done
65.	66.	67.	68.
Done	Done	Done	Done
69.	70.	71.	72.
Done	Done	Done	Done
73.	74.	75.	76.
Done	Done	Done	Sacrifice
77.	78.	79.	80.
Sibling Rivalry	Clandestine	Lyrical	Shiny
81.	82.	83.	84.
Baseball	UCLA	Diamond Necklace	Confession
85.	86.	87.	88.
Dragon	Solace	Forbidden	Fear
89.	90.	91.	92.
Apple	Blockbuster Movie	Flat Tire	Blind Date
93.	94.	95.	96.
Las Vegas	Shark	Shooting Star	Stupid People
97.	98.	99.	100.
Cake	Whiskey	Library	Puppy

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#1 Shore

[gabriel-gray.livejournal.com]

“It’ll be fun, mom. You’ll love it.” I stood holding our suitcases. They were old but pristine since they’d never been used before. “We’ll get to see the ocean.”

“Gabriel I don’t think this is a good idea. You could get a sunburn.” She was fretting, rubbing her hands together and pacing back and forth across the apartment.

“I have sunscreen packed, mom. It’s SPF 50. We’ll come back to Queens paler than we left.” We were going to be late if we didn’t leave soon, and I hated to be late. “No one will believe we went on vacation.”

#2 Fireworks

[sylar.livejournal.com]

I saw it all flashing before my eyes, death, deliverance, and the blast that would destroy New York. It wasn’t my life I was reliving. It was the future. Then suddenly it changed. I was too weak to fight. Blood soaking my clothes as I was dragged to the manhole, no one heard me whimper as she shoved me inside.

But before the darkness swallowed me whole, I saw the blinding flash in the sky when night became day as Peter blew up like fireworks. The city was safe. I might be too. The pain was worse than the stench.

#3 Camp

[italianeaglesct.livejournal.com]

“But why can’t I go with you, Nathan?” I let out a big sigh and looked up at my big brother who was packing his suitcase for summer camp. “I did everything that dad and ma told you to do, so you could go. Not fair!”

“I know it’s not, Pete.” He crouched down next to me, and handed me something wrapped in a pillowcase. “I want you to take care of him for me while I’m gone, OK?”

I squeezed the pillowcase. I knew who was inside. “Really, Nathan?”

“I don’t want him to be afraid while I’m gone.”

#4 Bug - Spock

[iam-spock.livejournal.com]

It was a fascinating creature. Its carapace catching the light of the twin suns, making it sparkle like a jewel. I was not bothered by the light nor the heat. The humidity on the other hand was quite uncomfortable.

It wasn’t until a large shadow fell over the landing party that we discovered we were also being watched. The creature clicked its mandibles at us, while the universal translator attempted to translate.

“Let me guess, Spock,” Kirk said. “We’re screwed.”

“No, we are surrounded.”

“Same thing.”

“I do not believe so, Captain. They do not wish to initiate sexual contact.”

#5 Wraith - Sylar

[sylar.livejournal.com]

You preach at me, dare to call me a monster, lock me up and strip me of everything that made me human. You watched me, waiting for me to become what I am, and when it didn’t happen fast enough you poked at me until I lost my soul.

Now you punish me for becoming who you wanted. How noble of you, Bennet, to hunt me and spout off about how evil I am, when I’m who you wanted me to be. You could have left me alone. You could have left me to be Gabriel Gray.

Payback’s a bitch.

#6 Pride

[sylar.livejournal.com]

They are mine. Every single power I ever wanted, and I’m more special than anyone. Not even Saint Peter Petrelli could stand up to me. He tried though. Broken with one pitiful power at a time, he tried. Too stupid to realize he’d been beaten until he was blowing bubbles of snot and blood when I was done with him. It wasn’t until the light faded from his eyes that he knew I was the best. I can take the entire world now, and make it whatever I want.

I am the King of the World. Peter is worm food.

#7 Sloth - Gabriel Gray

[gabriel-gray.livejournal.com]

It’s been three days. Dad didn’t come back. Mom’s still in her room. She won’t come out. I’m hungry, and we’re out of peanut butter and bread. My sleeves are wet from doing the dishes.

I made her some soup, but she won’t eat it. The empty cans are stacked in the trash, and I need to take it down before I go to school in the morning. I haven’t been to school since he didn’t come home. I’m afraid to leave her alone.

I’m afraid that I’ll come home from school, and she’ll be gone too. I’ll be alone.

#8 Greed - Sylar

[sylar.livejournal.com]

She was carefully looking over each apple, checking to see if they smelled right, the color was bright enough before putting it in her basket. I’d been following Stephanie for two days, watching and waiting for my chance.

I watched Stephanie unlock her trunk without using a key and put her groceries in. I could do the same with telekinesis, but she could undo any lock.

Her ability wasn’t much. She couldn’t move mountains with it. She couldn’t turn the pages of a book with it. But none of that mattered. She had it, and soon it would be mine.

#9 Lust - Peter/Nathan

[italianeaglesct.livejournal.com]

“Nathan, I don’t know.”

“You want to, don’t you?” He gave me that smile that I can’t say no to. I don’t think anyone can. “How old are you?”

“I’m eighteen. I didn’t expect my birthday kiss to include tongue. You surprised me.”

“Yeah, I know.” He shifted closer to me, pulling me under his arm like he’d been doing since I was little. I closed my eyes, breathing in the scent that was all Nathan. His lips brushed over the top of my ear, and it made me shiver.

“What if we get caught?”

“They’ll die of heart failure.”

#10 Envy - Castiel

[thursdaysangel.livejournal.com]

Free Will was what made them special. It was what marked them as our Father’s favorites. I had never been curious about it. It wasn’t until I began to watch over Dean Winchester that I began to understand what a wonderful gift Free Will is.

Lucifer fell because of it. He was jealous of mankind, jealous that humans could pick their own path while the angels could not. Before Dean and Sam, I had no desire to choose my own fate. I believed that doing what my superiors told me was doing God’s Will.

I wish I could be free.

#11 Gluttony - Spock

[iam-spock.livejournal.com]

“Oh god, I think I’m going to explode!” The Captain rubbed at his stomach, then put another cookie into his mouth.

“I do not believe you have consumed enough cookies to rupture your stomach at this time, Captain. However I do not see the logic of partaking of them if they are causing you discomfort.”

“I’m eating them because they’re terrific, Spock. My mom made them for me.”

“I am aware of their origin. I am also aware of the recipe used. It is the same my grandmother used making me cookies as a child.”

“Aw Spock, that’s too cute.”

#12 Chastity

[gabriel-gray.livejournal.com]

I wrinkled my nose as the spray of Windex splattered over the shop’s windows. It was 8:45, and she’d be coming down the street soon. While the cleaner dripped down the etched glass, clinging to the Roman numerals of the clock face, I crumpled up a wad of newspaper to clean.

I washed the windows everyday. Not because they needed it though. I washed them, so I could see Cecily go to work across the street. It was warm already, and she was wearing a sundress, her ponytail brushed her shoulder as she unlocked the door to the used bookshop.

#13 Temperance

[sylar.livejournal.com]

I’d been in a cell like this before. I’d been raging, hungry and rabid like a wild animal. Angela, my mother, said she’d help me learn to control the hunger that drives me.

She gave me Bridget, and a new power that I’m not sure I like, but in a way it feeds my need to understand. I can learn the history of any object by touching it. Every inch of this cell tells me its own story, echoes of other prisoners. I won’t die in this place. I will learn. I will be who Angela needs me to be.

#14 Charity

[italianeaglesct.livejournal.com]

He’s not my brother. I can’t believe the pain hasn’t sent me to my knees. That’s not Nathan face down in my bed cradling an empty bottle. That’s Sylar. I want him dead. He killed Nathan. I hate him, but I can’t destroy him. I know he’s holding Nathan’s memories. I know he’s wearing his face because of what Ma did to him. But I can’t let go of this scrap of my brother. When he mumbles my name in his sleep, I wonder if it’s Nathan or Sylar calling for me. If I love him, he could be Nathan.

#15 Diligence

[iam-spock.livejournal.com]

“Are you sure, Spock?” Kirk asked.

“Yes, Captain, I am certain my calculations are correct.”

If he knew me better, he wouldn’t ask. Of course with Kirk, he could simply be attempting to make conversation. While I prefer to focus on my duties, the environment around me, the needs of the ship and her crew, Kirk seems to require personal interaction.

It is ship’s night, and there are few crewmembers on the bridge, so logically I am the one he seeks attention from. Fortunately his distractions will not hamper me from the pursuit of my duties although he does try.

#16 Patience

[sylar.livejournal.com]

It was dark. I could see her moving back and forth across the windows, her shadow shifting over the curtains. Years I’d waited after promising Peter that I wouldn’t kill Angela, but Peter was gone now. I don’t think he thought his mother would outlive him. I certainly hadn’t. I assumed someone else she hurt would put a bullet between her eyes, or she’d be poisoned by her own evil.

But it would be my hands that wrapped around her throat. She looked up at me when I appeared in the room. No fear in her eyes. “I’ve been waiting.”

#17 Kindness

[thursdaysangel.livejournal.com]

I was human. There was none of God’s power left for me to use, and my rebellion had cost me any chance of getting more. Flying in an airplane was an uncomfortable experience. I missed the sound of my wings as I instantly traveled from one place and the next, from one dimension and the next.

This was tedious, and the food was horrible. It was time to land, and I was suddenly terrified.

“Are you scared?” the child sitting next to me asked before wrapping her fingers around my hand. “It’s OK. Daddy says flying is safer than driving.”

#18 Humility

[italianeaglesct.livejournal.com]

“You should tell them you stopped the end of the world, Peter.” Sylar leaned close to me; our shoulder’s bumping, while the reporters swarmed around Claire for her story.

“We stopped the end of the world,” I reminded him. “You did good too, and I don’t need anyone to know what I did. Do you?”

“I used to not anymore.” He let out a sigh, and then shook his head. “She always wanted a normal life, and now she’ll never have one.”

“None of us will.” Claire had changed everything for us all, and I didn’t like it one bit.

#19 Twilight

[thursdaysangel.livejournal.com]

The sun was setting, casting its last rays of God’s golden light on this small slice of planet Earth. On the streets below my perch humans were scurrying to get home to their families or to their lonely lives, shut in their little homes filled with their material possessions.

I had nowhere to go, no home, no family, certainly no possessions. All that I had was on my body, and of that only the cell phone that linked me to the Winchesters mattered.

But up here I could watch the sky change colors and pretend I was worthy of heaven.

#20 Dawn

[sylar.livejournal.com]

I can hear the pounding of the hammer on the bricks. It’s cold, the light of the sun barely touching the tops of the tallest buildings. It’ll be a long time before it reaches Peter in the shadow of the Wall.

I wish he’d slept longer, but he’s obsessed with breaking us free, getting away from me. I close my eyes and let out a ragged sigh. I don’t mind it here now that I’m not alone. We fight more than I thought humanly possible, but I love that he’s here.

“Morning, I brought you coffee.” Was that a smile?

#21 First Thing You Broke

[italianeaglesct.livejournal.com]

The tape made a snerck sound while I yanked off another piece. It was too short, so I pulled off more and more. I kept wiping my eyes because I was sniffling. I wrapped more tape around the vase, trying to get the stupid handles to stay where they belonged.

I had all the pieces on the carpet, and the crumpled, broken flowers that had been in it. I let out a meep as I heard someone walk past the door, and I ducked behind the sofa to finish.

“Peter Petrelli what are you doing in here?”

“Nothing. Hi Ma."

#22 Storm

[gabriel-gray.livejournal.com]

Wind driven snow bombarded the shop’s windows. I clutched a cup of Earl Grey between my fingers. The weather report said the blizzard was the worst in years, and people should stay home. I wish I had. I could have hunkered down with my books and read all day.

But I was stuck here now, with no customers and only my fish to keep me company. In other words it wasn’t much different than any regular day. I let out a sigh and pulled on another sweater, so my hands wouldn’t shake while I went to work on the Sylar.

#23 Dog Days

[thursdaysangel.livejournal.com]

“Aren’t you hot, Cas?” Dean groaned as he peeled off his shirt and took a handful of ice from the cooler to rub it on his chest before he popped open a cold bottle of beer.

“No.” I stood next to the Impala, dressed in my suit and trench coat while I watched Sam follow his older brother’s example. “I don’t get hot or cold.”

“Or have fun, or get drunk or laid either,” Dean pointed out as he flicked some of the cold water at me. I frowned at the water spots on my tie. “Missing the good stuff.”

#24 Shore

[iam-spock.livejournal.com]

Nyota raced along the water’s edge, her long legs covered in flecks of sand that was washed away when she would step into the surf. I kept count of the steps she took, how many times she rinsed the sand off, how many grains of white sand might still cling to her legs. I also noticed how beautiful her long hair was in the breeze.

The moisture in the air was disconcerting. While San Francisco was near the Pacific, its cooler climate kept the humidity down. Waikiki was like being on an alien world. I had many adjustments to make.

#25 The Last Time You Loved

[sylar.livejournal.com]

He is sleeping so deeply, dark lashes featuring over his cheeks, his glasses on the nightstand. I leaned on my elbow, watching the rise and fall of Gabriel’s chest. I could see the flicker of his eyes as a dream visited him. I hope it is a good one. I want only good dreams for him, dreams filled with fantasy and hopes fulfilled.

This is what he has given me, love, hope and faith in a future that would be filled with the two of us sharing our time together. He is my life, my eternity, and I love him.