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Characters: Sylar, Luke, Samson and OC
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC 17 by the time I'm done
Word Count: 1900
Prompt: A million lies to sell yourself. Is all you ever had....Stupid Girl for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
Notes: I don't normally involve OC characters in my fic. That way leads to Mary Sues, but I just couldn't help myself today. I don't know if I'll keep this going. I am quite sure I'll never post this anywhere but here in this LJ (maybe my fic comm).
Where else would he go? My house was always his sanctuary. Far enough from Newark, and the rest of the masses it was a quiet place. I liked it out here. I never have liked being around people too much, and being away from the house I grew up in was an extra perk I couldn’t ignore. If I never stepped foot in there again, it would be too soon. It wasn’t the stuffed animals that bothered me. It was that She’d lived there. My mother was a hateful bitch, and I was still glad that she was dead. I know dad got lonely, but her death really was a blessing for us both.
The passenger seat of my Mustang was full of groceries. I had to stock up now that Dad was staying with me. He still wouldn’t say why he was there, but I was never good at reading him like I could other people. Dad had a way to keep me out of his head. I’d driven a good fifteen miles from home to go to a 24 hour store in the middle of the night to avoid being around too many of them. Sometimes it just got too painful to be around them, and the grocery store was a prime spot for human drama. All those hungry people, kids wanting this and that, angry housewives and the rest made my skin crawl on a good day. This was not a good day.
Dad had given me the shock of my life when I’d padded into the kitchen for my first cup of coffee. He’d used his key and slipped in without waking me up. We’d spent the day dancing around what was going on and what was bothering him. I’d given up asking by lunchtime. He can be a stubborn old fuck when he needs to be. Runs in the family too, I can be quite the bitch.
With the bags looped over my hand, I started to climb out of the car. That’s when I noticed the crappy station wagon parked across the street. I’d seen it before. It belonged to the Carpenters who lived down a few houses from my dad. What the hell were they doing at my house? Luke was an okay kid, but his mother had no use for me. No more use for me than she had for her kid.
The door was open a crack. I could see light from the living room through it. When I’d left, dad had been asleep in the guest room, but now I could hear him talking to someone. It wasn’t a happy discussion either. The anger radiating from the room made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
“Get away from my father!” I said, clenching as teeth as I shoved the door open. I let the groceries hit the floor with a thump and stepped into the room. A pair of glossy red apples rolled across the carpet stopping at the stranger’s feet. His eyes were dark, nearly black, hair brushed back from his face. He looked enough like my father to make me step back. I knew who he was. He was Daddy’s little secret. My brother.
“Father?” He tilted his head to the side. There was an almost insect-like way to his movements. A broad smile spread over his face as he raised his hand towards me. Behind me the door slammed shut and locked. “Now what else haven’t you told me?”
“Nice trick,” I said, as I felt him press his power on me drawing me forward. I didn’t fight him. It was better to let him think I was helpless. He dropped me onto the sofa next to my father. His anger was still simmering, barely contained. Over at the kitchen door, I could feel Luke’s fear. Dad was mad, but he was holding his own. I smiled at Gabriel, and let my power wrap around the anger and fear, twisting it into a weapon of my own. “Mind if I sit down?”
“I should have known this wasn’t his house.” He glared at me and paced back and forth across the front of the fireplace. “It’s so much nicer than the animal cemetery.”
“Thanks,” I said with a bright smile of my own. Then I let him have it. I directed his anger and Luke’s fear right at him, focusing my will and sending all that emotional pain straight into his brain. He didn’t feel it at first. Sometimes it took a bit for my gifts to get through, especially if someone was very riled up like he was. But I knew I’d reached my target when his nose started to bleed. “Gabriel.”
“So you know about me?” His nose twitched, and he wiped at the blood smearing it over his upper lip. Then he licked it off the back of his hand. “No one told me about you.”
“Well, my mom didn’t exactly like your mom a whole lot. And as for the Gray brothers,” I shrugged, pressing my will against his a little bit harder. I’d never encountered anyone like him before. By now any normal human would have been twitching on the floor with blood pouring out of his face, but not my brother. No he had to be different too. “After they separated us, they didn’t talk much either.”
“Gabriel, this is Rachel. She’s your sister.”
“I think I figured that out!” Gabriel snarled, and then let up on his power letting me breathe freely. “Luke, shouldn’t you have told me about her?”
“You didn’t ask. You wanted to know where your dad was, and I brought you here.” The kid backed up into the kitchen. He was terrified of Gabriel. I was sure he had good reason.
“Leave the kid out of it,” Dad said calmly, leaning forward to hand Gabriel the box of Kleenex from the coffee table. “This is between the two of us, Gabriel.”
Every time he heard his name, Gabriel seemed to flinch. I could feel just how much he hated it. That might be something I could use if I needed it. Since he’d pulled back on the telekinesis, I cut off my assault too. “No dad,” I pointed out. “This is between all three of us. Why don’t you go make some coffee while Gabriel and I get to know each other?”
We both watched, two sets of matching dark eyes, as our father left the room. Gabriel stopped his pacing and looked at me. “Twins?”
“Yes,” I said my mouth suddenly much too dry. “My mother didn’t know she was having two of us. She wasn’t very stable. Dad decided she couldn’t handle us both, so he gave you to his brother since his wife couldn’t have children.”
“He told you all of this?”
“No, she did.” I shrugged and sat back. “She was very honest with me when Dad wasn’t around. She was always willing to tell me that she’d made a mistake and should have kept the boy not the girl.”
“Does he know?” Gabriel asked as he sat down across from me. His anger was in check. It was curiosity that he was seeped in now. Curiosity isn’t much of a weapon, but then it isn’t much of a threat either.
“Know what?”
“That you killed her.” It wasn’t a question. Was dear brother a mind reader on top of the other gift?
“No, he has no idea. I was tired of the way she treated him and even more tired of the way she treated me. She had an aneurism. I took all her hatred and fed it back to her. I was sixteen when it happened.”
“That long ago.” He sounded so tired when he said it. “I didn’t start until last year or so. The active power anyway. Before that I was good at seeing how things worked. Now I can do more.”
“It’s kind of the same thing. You see how things work, and I see how people feel. I think I’d rather be good with things. People make me sick after a little while. There’s so much to shut out.” I rubbed at my forehead. Being so close to him was giving me a migraine. “You’re making my ears ring.”
“Sorry about that.” This time he sounded like he might mean it too. “You’re telling me the truth about all of it. Thank you.”
“You can tell when people are lying too?”
“I can now. I can do other things. I’ll show you. Can I trust you, Rachel?”
“Yes,” I said, reaching out to brush my fingers over the back of his hand. The touch of his skin on mine felt like an electric shock, and the pressure in my head suddenly vanished. “You can trust me, but I’m not sure you can trust Luke. He’s terrified of you, and dad’s freaked out too.”
“Are they plotting to kill us in there?”
“I’m not a mind reader, Gabriel. But they’re caught between fight and flight right now. Dad came here running from someone. Was it you?” Stupid, Rachel, you should have thought of that sooner. “Are you here to hurt him?”
“No,” he slumped in the chair. “I only came to find out the truth about me. I needed to know where I came from, and why I have my gifts. Does he have them?”
“He’s got something, but I’ve never been able to figure out what it is.” I glanced towards the kitchen as the smell of coffee filled the air. “He’s never done anything in front of me. Mother was normal. Well as normal as a hate filled sociopath who should have never had children could be. I’m surprised she didn’t eat her young.”
“My mother wasn’t a treat either.” Oh now it was a competition. Whatever.
“I know. We saw each other at a wedding once, I think we were six or so. I remember Aunt Virginia. That was before your father left. I am sorry it didn’t work out for you, Gabriel. I really do think Dad thought he was doing the right thing for both of us. He didn’t know what she was like, and he didn’t think your dad would run off like he did.”
“This would be easier if you were lying.” He started at his hands, his fingers were shaking. There was a hunger in him that scared me to my soul.
“Who’s after you, Gabriel? Who wants us dead?”
“I thought you said you weren’t a mind reader?” He stopped talking as dad brought in a trio of coffee mugs, two in one hand and one in the other. He passed one to each of us.
“She’s not.” Dad took a long sip of the coffee.
“Where’s Luke?” Luke didn’t come back into the living room with him. I couldn’t feel his fear anymore.
“Sleeping, like you said this is between the three of us. I put him to sleep.” He settled down next to me on the sofa, and gave me his big toothy smile. It was the one he saved for special occasions or sharing secrets. “It’s just a little thing I can do. But you my children are so much more than I am. Now Gabriel, tell us about the wolves that will be breaking down Rachel’s door, and why they want you so very badly.”
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC 17 by the time I'm done
Word Count: 1900
Prompt: A million lies to sell yourself. Is all you ever had....Stupid Girl for
scifi_musesNotes: I don't normally involve OC characters in my fic. That way leads to Mary Sues, but I just couldn't help myself today. I don't know if I'll keep this going. I am quite sure I'll never post this anywhere but here in this LJ (maybe my fic comm).
Where else would he go? My house was always his sanctuary. Far enough from Newark, and the rest of the masses it was a quiet place. I liked it out here. I never have liked being around people too much, and being away from the house I grew up in was an extra perk I couldn’t ignore. If I never stepped foot in there again, it would be too soon. It wasn’t the stuffed animals that bothered me. It was that She’d lived there. My mother was a hateful bitch, and I was still glad that she was dead. I know dad got lonely, but her death really was a blessing for us both.
The passenger seat of my Mustang was full of groceries. I had to stock up now that Dad was staying with me. He still wouldn’t say why he was there, but I was never good at reading him like I could other people. Dad had a way to keep me out of his head. I’d driven a good fifteen miles from home to go to a 24 hour store in the middle of the night to avoid being around too many of them. Sometimes it just got too painful to be around them, and the grocery store was a prime spot for human drama. All those hungry people, kids wanting this and that, angry housewives and the rest made my skin crawl on a good day. This was not a good day.
Dad had given me the shock of my life when I’d padded into the kitchen for my first cup of coffee. He’d used his key and slipped in without waking me up. We’d spent the day dancing around what was going on and what was bothering him. I’d given up asking by lunchtime. He can be a stubborn old fuck when he needs to be. Runs in the family too, I can be quite the bitch.
With the bags looped over my hand, I started to climb out of the car. That’s when I noticed the crappy station wagon parked across the street. I’d seen it before. It belonged to the Carpenters who lived down a few houses from my dad. What the hell were they doing at my house? Luke was an okay kid, but his mother had no use for me. No more use for me than she had for her kid.
The door was open a crack. I could see light from the living room through it. When I’d left, dad had been asleep in the guest room, but now I could hear him talking to someone. It wasn’t a happy discussion either. The anger radiating from the room made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.
“Get away from my father!” I said, clenching as teeth as I shoved the door open. I let the groceries hit the floor with a thump and stepped into the room. A pair of glossy red apples rolled across the carpet stopping at the stranger’s feet. His eyes were dark, nearly black, hair brushed back from his face. He looked enough like my father to make me step back. I knew who he was. He was Daddy’s little secret. My brother.
“Father?” He tilted his head to the side. There was an almost insect-like way to his movements. A broad smile spread over his face as he raised his hand towards me. Behind me the door slammed shut and locked. “Now what else haven’t you told me?”
“Nice trick,” I said, as I felt him press his power on me drawing me forward. I didn’t fight him. It was better to let him think I was helpless. He dropped me onto the sofa next to my father. His anger was still simmering, barely contained. Over at the kitchen door, I could feel Luke’s fear. Dad was mad, but he was holding his own. I smiled at Gabriel, and let my power wrap around the anger and fear, twisting it into a weapon of my own. “Mind if I sit down?”
“I should have known this wasn’t his house.” He glared at me and paced back and forth across the front of the fireplace. “It’s so much nicer than the animal cemetery.”
“Thanks,” I said with a bright smile of my own. Then I let him have it. I directed his anger and Luke’s fear right at him, focusing my will and sending all that emotional pain straight into his brain. He didn’t feel it at first. Sometimes it took a bit for my gifts to get through, especially if someone was very riled up like he was. But I knew I’d reached my target when his nose started to bleed. “Gabriel.”
“So you know about me?” His nose twitched, and he wiped at the blood smearing it over his upper lip. Then he licked it off the back of his hand. “No one told me about you.”
“Well, my mom didn’t exactly like your mom a whole lot. And as for the Gray brothers,” I shrugged, pressing my will against his a little bit harder. I’d never encountered anyone like him before. By now any normal human would have been twitching on the floor with blood pouring out of his face, but not my brother. No he had to be different too. “After they separated us, they didn’t talk much either.”
“Gabriel, this is Rachel. She’s your sister.”
“I think I figured that out!” Gabriel snarled, and then let up on his power letting me breathe freely. “Luke, shouldn’t you have told me about her?”
“You didn’t ask. You wanted to know where your dad was, and I brought you here.” The kid backed up into the kitchen. He was terrified of Gabriel. I was sure he had good reason.
“Leave the kid out of it,” Dad said calmly, leaning forward to hand Gabriel the box of Kleenex from the coffee table. “This is between the two of us, Gabriel.”
Every time he heard his name, Gabriel seemed to flinch. I could feel just how much he hated it. That might be something I could use if I needed it. Since he’d pulled back on the telekinesis, I cut off my assault too. “No dad,” I pointed out. “This is between all three of us. Why don’t you go make some coffee while Gabriel and I get to know each other?”
We both watched, two sets of matching dark eyes, as our father left the room. Gabriel stopped his pacing and looked at me. “Twins?”
“Yes,” I said my mouth suddenly much too dry. “My mother didn’t know she was having two of us. She wasn’t very stable. Dad decided she couldn’t handle us both, so he gave you to his brother since his wife couldn’t have children.”
“He told you all of this?”
“No, she did.” I shrugged and sat back. “She was very honest with me when Dad wasn’t around. She was always willing to tell me that she’d made a mistake and should have kept the boy not the girl.”
“Does he know?” Gabriel asked as he sat down across from me. His anger was in check. It was curiosity that he was seeped in now. Curiosity isn’t much of a weapon, but then it isn’t much of a threat either.
“Know what?”
“That you killed her.” It wasn’t a question. Was dear brother a mind reader on top of the other gift?
“No, he has no idea. I was tired of the way she treated him and even more tired of the way she treated me. She had an aneurism. I took all her hatred and fed it back to her. I was sixteen when it happened.”
“That long ago.” He sounded so tired when he said it. “I didn’t start until last year or so. The active power anyway. Before that I was good at seeing how things worked. Now I can do more.”
“It’s kind of the same thing. You see how things work, and I see how people feel. I think I’d rather be good with things. People make me sick after a little while. There’s so much to shut out.” I rubbed at my forehead. Being so close to him was giving me a migraine. “You’re making my ears ring.”
“Sorry about that.” This time he sounded like he might mean it too. “You’re telling me the truth about all of it. Thank you.”
“You can tell when people are lying too?”
“I can now. I can do other things. I’ll show you. Can I trust you, Rachel?”
“Yes,” I said, reaching out to brush my fingers over the back of his hand. The touch of his skin on mine felt like an electric shock, and the pressure in my head suddenly vanished. “You can trust me, but I’m not sure you can trust Luke. He’s terrified of you, and dad’s freaked out too.”
“Are they plotting to kill us in there?”
“I’m not a mind reader, Gabriel. But they’re caught between fight and flight right now. Dad came here running from someone. Was it you?” Stupid, Rachel, you should have thought of that sooner. “Are you here to hurt him?”
“No,” he slumped in the chair. “I only came to find out the truth about me. I needed to know where I came from, and why I have my gifts. Does he have them?”
“He’s got something, but I’ve never been able to figure out what it is.” I glanced towards the kitchen as the smell of coffee filled the air. “He’s never done anything in front of me. Mother was normal. Well as normal as a hate filled sociopath who should have never had children could be. I’m surprised she didn’t eat her young.”
“My mother wasn’t a treat either.” Oh now it was a competition. Whatever.
“I know. We saw each other at a wedding once, I think we were six or so. I remember Aunt Virginia. That was before your father left. I am sorry it didn’t work out for you, Gabriel. I really do think Dad thought he was doing the right thing for both of us. He didn’t know what she was like, and he didn’t think your dad would run off like he did.”
“This would be easier if you were lying.” He started at his hands, his fingers were shaking. There was a hunger in him that scared me to my soul.
“Who’s after you, Gabriel? Who wants us dead?”
“I thought you said you weren’t a mind reader?” He stopped talking as dad brought in a trio of coffee mugs, two in one hand and one in the other. He passed one to each of us.
“She’s not.” Dad took a long sip of the coffee.
“Where’s Luke?” Luke didn’t come back into the living room with him. I couldn’t feel his fear anymore.
“Sleeping, like you said this is between the three of us. I put him to sleep.” He settled down next to me on the sofa, and gave me his big toothy smile. It was the one he saved for special occasions or sharing secrets. “It’s just a little thing I can do. But you my children are so much more than I am. Now Gabriel, tell us about the wolves that will be breaking down Rachel’s door, and why they want you so very badly.”
